#can you um. can you tell that cole is my favorite???

[daenysx]

hi bby, could i request jealous modern!aemond?😊

i tried my best but i feel like everything was better in my head, i hope i managed to get things right with the words <333 thanks for requesting

modern!aemond targaryen x fem!reader

-aemond needs to get you back.

cw; kinda like exes to lovers, jealous!aemond, aemond being an idiot and he's sorry for that, criston cole in his own warning, reader's shorter than aemond, mentions of alcohol, kissing, aemond being desperate to get you back, also he's a sad fool and he accepts that, suggestive towards the end but nothing descriptive, title is a hozier lyric

wc; 2k

i'll crawl home to her

aemond likes to think he's good at controlling his emotions. at least he can keep his face neutral, he doesn't let people know what he thinks.

that turns out to be a lie, though, the moment he sees a guy behind the bar stool you sit.

he relaxes his fists. you're not his girlfriend. he has no right to feel jealous over your affections. who's that guy, anyway? how can he be bold enough to talk to you like this, leaning to the bar with his arm almost wrapped around you? aemond hates the idea of someone being braver than him. he fucking despises the idea of you giving a smile to that- that asshole.

"you okay?" cole asks, his glass almost empty in his hand. he follows aemond's gaze and, boom. just like he guessed.

"of course, i'm okay." aemond replies, coolly. there's no logical reason behind his real emotions.

"if you keep staring like that, she will notice."

aemond turns to him sharply. his gaze is burning, almost feels like crying or something worse than that. "i'm not staring."

"if you say so." cole shrugs. he's got worse problems than dealing with aemond's jealousy to be honest. he knows aemond will never admit what's happening in truth.

"do you- do you know who that is?" aemond asks, not that he thinks cole can actually know a random guy at the bar. he tries to fill the stupid silence between them, change the subject after that, storm out when he finishes his drink. he despises the pathetic situation he unwillingly put himself into.

"do i know the guy who's flirting with your ex-girlfriend?" cole pretends to think. "um- no, i don't actually."

the mention of you burns his chest. it's because of the whisky, he tells himself. keep your cool, keep your cool. don't let them know anything.

"it doesn't matter, anyway." he says, feeling like a desperate fool.

"no, it doesn't." cole agrees. aemond can sense his mocking, his tendency to talk boldly tonight. cole isn't like that usually. "because you are not together anymore."

"we're not."

"because you let her go." cole continues, takes a sip from his glass. "it was quite stupid of you if you ask me."

"i didn't ask you, cole."

"no, no, but just- what were you thinking when you decided to break things off with her, hmm? what was the motivation behind it?"

"you're going too far."

"i'm not." cole says. "you just can't face with your own decisions."

"fuck off." aemond stands up, getting his jacket. "you don't even know what you're talking about. didn't ask your damn opinion about my love life, did i?"

"just admit you failed, aemond. lost the one good thing about you." cole speaks calmly after him. "you'd do all of us a great favor."

aemond walks away. there's no need for drunken arguments tonight, he's certainly not in the mood for discussing his past decisions. he can't help a brief look on your seat, though. you're not there. he didn't see you leaving, he can't see your jacket or that sparkly purse you love so much. the guy stays where he is, chatting with his friends. where are you?

"oh!" someone shorter than him almost collapses with his chest. "aemond?"

aemond wishes you to not look so pretty with that smudged eye make up and- his fucking favorite color on your lips. what kind of strength should he have to not kiss you against the wall when you're looking at him through those glossy eyes? he takes a step back, an apology ready on his lips.

you beat him through it. "sorry." you say, blinking your pretty eyes. "didn't see you there."

"no, it's okay." he collects himself before doing something stupid. "i was walking too fast."

you nod, your purse in your hand and your jacket thrown on your shoulders. you don't look drunk, maybe just tipsy. turning your back to him, you keep walking your way, out of the club. running into your ex-boyfriend shouldn't stop you from going home.

aemond thinks of the guy back there. you're not together with him, are you? he's not with you right now, he doesn't call a cab, and you don't look like you're waiting for anyone. that must be a relief. it doesn't feel like it, though. aemond is certain anyone who sees you would fall for your charms, that guy was no exception. all the hypothetical men get into his head. fuck them all.

"are you alone?" he asks you, foolishly. you nod. no words for him. why would you bother?

"i can- my car is over there if you-"

"i don't want anything from you, aemond."

okay. he deserves this. he knows he deserves this.

"it's late." he says. "i know you don't want anything to do with me, but i can at least-"

"i said no." you cut him. "you don't have to pretend to care."

you start walking in the cool breeze of night air. it feels nice on your face. aemond follows you like he's lost, like he doesn't know where to go without you. "can we talk?" he asks, his voice is softer than the last time you talked. "please?"

"there's nothing to talk about." you tell him, looking at him briefly.

"i made a mistake." he says like he's pleading. the alcohol gets him, his lips move on their own. he keeps telling himself he won't regret anything he tells you right now. he's not drunk, that means they are all real. "i made many mistakes. letting you go was the worst of them."

"that sounds like an interesting story." you say, sarcastically. "would you like to continue? i'm sure people on the street will enjoy your freak show."

he has no explanation for this but your attitude turns him on.

"i saw you with that guy." he says.

"you really should stop talking now." you say. "you're being pathetic."

"no, i-" he can get on his knees and beg. he's cursing his past self, cursing his stupid decisions. "please."

"please, what?" you get angrier each second. this is not a game you'll be playing with him. "do you realize how stupid you sound?"

"of course i do." he answers with a slight pout. "i just need you to see- to understand how terrible it makes me feel, to- to see you with another guy and not being able to do anything about it-"

"no need to be so selfish." you say, calmly. "i'm not your anything. you cannot react like this every time we run into each other by chance."

"i regret it." his legs can give up any second now. he begs for something divine to help him out of his misery. "i regret everything i did. i never should have let you go."

your heartbeat gets quicker with anger and adrenaline. the fact that you're still hopelessly in love with him does nothing to calm your nerves. he doesn't deserve your love. you will not accept anything he says until he proves he's worthy. you try to control your breath, stop your hands from shaking. he has no right to do this, you remind yourself.

"it's too late." you say. "you don't deserve to get everything back after you let them go like the way you did."

he looks at you so sweetly, you have to swallow and look away. he's fond of that attitude of yours, how you put yourself first after he hurt you, and his chest tightens with the loss of you there but he can't help a wave of affection towards your frowny face and your crossed arms. there's his girl, you're still there, still present with your anger and precise words. he would to anything to get you back.

"i know." aemond agrees, slowly. "i promise, i know- and you're right, whatever you decide to do, you're right."

"are you trying to fix us just because you saw me with another guy?" you ask, eyebrows furrowed.

"no, of course not. not only because of that." he says quickly. "i wanted you back since the first time you walked out. i just didn't have enough courage to talk to you."

"so you're admitting you were being stupid and acting like coward?" you challenge him with two things he hates the thought of being the most.

"it was stupid of me to break up with you." he says slowly. he's gonna have to be a big boy for this. "i was only trying to protect you from my family and- and myself, but i acted cowardly."

"i can protect myself." you say. "i don't need you to decide for me."

"i know that, sweetheart." he smiles. it's a tiny move on his lips, he's always so fond of your independent nature. "i apologise for not speaking things clearly."

it's your turn to smile. you take a step towards him, he stays still. the top buttons of his shirt expose his neck nicely, the chain you got him hanging there. he never let you go. he was only being an idiot. you think you want him back. he can fix his own idiocity by himself, but you want him back.

"what do you want?" you ask with a kind voice like you're teasing. you're not teasing, not in the least but he doesn't know that, does he?

"i want you to be my girlfriend again." he says, straightening his posture. his shoulders are high, his neck long. he feels like a dragon ready to fight for you. "if you'll have me."

you push him softly against the wall behind him and cup his cheeks. he accepts the kiss greedily, changing positions so that your back is against the wall. he makes a rightful mess of your lipstick, his hands on your waist and on the back of your neck. you close your eyes. his scent hits your senses so well, your hand goes to his shoulder to pull him closer.

you break the kiss. "you cannot do the same thing again, okay? you cannot leave me and come back, you cannot think for my place and make my decisions when it comes to you and our relationship."

"okay." he says, his eye closed and his lips following your mouth. "i promise."

"good." you say, pull him for another kiss. it's only been two weeks but you missed him. he feels safe like this, and familiar with his body pressed against yours against the wall of a club. the darkness of the night covers you, your sparkly purse is the only thing that can be seen from a distance.

aemond kisses you like he's been out of breath for so long. he's been a desperate fool for days but now it's over. everything gets clear when he gets you like this, his mind free of worry and anger, all those devilish thoughts that bother him. he's content with his place, he doesn't have to pretend he's okay. it's all real.

"by the way-" you start saying between two lovely kisses. "that guy back there already has a lover named charles. you didn't have to worry about him anyway."

aemond laughs and it's a real laugh, not one of the fake ones he has to throw into aegon's or cole's face. you smile and he kisses your cheek. you hold his hand, he squeezes your fingers.

"i like your dress." he changes the subject, leading you to his car. "is that new?"

"of course it is." you answer, cheekily. "my boyfriend decided to be a jerk for no reason and i had to keep myself busy with something."

aemond had no idea the night could turn into something amazing when he first agreed to come here with cole. he can't keep his hands off you, kisses you against the car this time. he's gotta find a way to make up for the time he made you lost. kissing you and getting you your favorite drink on the way home might be a good start.

he gives you a silent promise to atone his sins between your legs in the following hours.

[sunflower-lilac42]

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱, 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝗲 ; 𝘵𝘻11 ୨୧

➪ summary: jack shows up at his sister's apartment and he can't help what he says. which leaves luke flying out to apologize and them flying back to make sure jack's okay

➪ warnings: arguing, reader has issues with arguments/yelling, jack's a dick, name-calling (slut, whore), crying, lots of crying, slight mentions to the reader dying, reader thinks he brothers hate her, feelings of no one caring, jack hates himself during this, um i think that's it

➪ word count: 4.8k

➪ file type: fic - reupload; sequel to the secret's out

➪ sunny's notes: i think this is another one of my favorite fics. it might be the tiniest bit messy but i still love it and i want you guys to have the part two you deserve. um yeah i did realize how much quinn is very not apart of this fic but like, i was having a moment i guess when i wrote this. don't worry, quinn appreciate is to be coming soon

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She wasn’t expecting that. Maybe if she looked at her phone she would have a little bit more of a warning but she didn’t. She and Trevor exchanged wide glances, trying to figure out their next move. Lia looked between them, “I can tell them to fuck off if I need to. I got this.”

“I’m going to have to face them at some point. Might as well do it now.”

She pushed the covers off of her and stood up, making her way to follow Lia when Trevor stopped her, “Are you sure you wanna do this?”

“What’s the worst that can happen?” She would soon regret those words. 

She made her way into the foyer of their apartment, opening the door that Lia had previously closed. She looked between all three brothers, drifting her eyes to make eye contact at the various heights of the three. At first glance, they seemed perfectly fine. But to her, and Trevor, they looked pissed.

They all did this weird thing when they got angry or frustrated, y/n included. They stood with their hands in their pockets as their faces settled into a glare. They stood shoulder-width apart and stood eerily still. They could be a statue with how still they stood. Now it sounds and looks normal, but to anyone who knows them, it isn’t. They would all stand that way when at least one was mad.

Knowing that, when she saw them she shrunk into herself. Her eyes flickered to the ground and she stayed silent. Trevor stood off to the side and out of sight, not wanting to make matters worse for her. Luke was the least mad, he understood why they hid it and honestly was supportive of the couple. He had no reason to doubt their relationship.

At this point, Luke was the one who was most worried about her. He knew how she could tend to always do what everyone wanted her to do. She hated making people upset and hated disappointing people, especially her family. She stepped back and allowed the three to walk in, proceeding to stand in the living room.

Jack looked around and spotted Trevor, “Oh of course you’re here.”

Another thing she hated was fights. It meant that someone had done something wrong and when she was involved, it meant that she did something wrong. On top of that, the sound of fighting had always been triggered from a young age. No matter who it was, why they were shouting, where they were, it always hurt her. She couldn’t remember what made her feel this way but her parents always told her she got into a fight with her brothers and ever since then she hated it. 

“Don’t be mad at-”

“Don’t be mad? You’re fucking my best friend of course I’m mad!”

“Justice for Cole, for real,” Lia murmured as she walked into her room, having no energy to deal with the situation, despite her previous words.

Y/n flinched at his words, she really didn’t think he would be this mad. Jack redirected his attention to the boy standing in the corner, “And you? Putting your fucking hands on my sister?! Come on, dude.”

Quinn and Luke stood behind Jack, allowing him to blow off some steam. They wouldn’t let things get too out of hand. Jack continued to ramble about how betrayed he felt by both Trevor and y/n, only some words sticking out to the two of them. At this point, she was pretty sure he was getting angrier than calmer. 

“You just had to go and ruin everything, didn’t you?” His eyes fell on his sister and everyone gaped at him.

Trevor pushed himself off the wall and made his way over to stand next to her, “Don’t do that, Jack. It was both of our decisions. Not just her.”

“Can’t fight your own battles anymore?” 

Y/n was in shock at how he was acting. He had every right to be mad but he didn’t have to say what he was going to, what he had been saying. Though, as much as she was surprised by it, she knew she deserved it. She thought she deserved every negative thing that came her way and this was no exception. She allowed Jack to yell at her, slowly shrinking into herself as Trevor stepped in front of her.

“No wonder relationships never worked out for you. Wonder how long you’re gonna keep him around. Should’ve known you’d go after any guy that pays attention to you. Don’t know why everyone was saying I would be the slut of the family.” He ran a hand harshly through his hair.

That made her eyes tear up, it was a low blow, and everyone in the room knew it. She had never had the best track record with relationships, she was always scared of her brothers finding out that she broke them off before they had a chance to notice. There was one time when they found out that they hated him and hated the fact that she hid it from them. They got too protective and demanded she break up with him but she was going to anyway so she didn’t fight back.

Luke tried to interject after he said that, noticing the way she was practically crying. Jack silenced him by holding a finger up. Jack’s gaze once again flickered between the two before finally landing on Trevor, “You’re a dick you know that. Can’t keep a girl for the fucking life of you, can’t keep it in your pants. Well, I guess neither can she, can you y/n?”

She raised her head to look at him, eyes watering as one lone tear fell down her cheek. Jack’s mind was clouded, he couldn’t think about anything but the anger he felt. It clouded his judgment, laced his voice, and triggered his words, that’s all he could focus on. He would never speak to her like this but when the article came out and more and more people started to agree with it, he couldn’t see past the frustration. 

“I mean are you even my friend anymore? What kind of friend hooks up with their friend’s sister?”

“Of course, I’m still your friend Jack, but-”

“But what? You thought with your dick instead of your head?”

“Jesus, Jack can you calm the fuck down? I get you’re mad I do, but you don’t need to say that kind of shit. Especially to y/n.”

“You know you’re gonna have to choose right? Between me and her.”

“Okay.”

Y/n looked up at her boyfriend with worry, he had just said all of these nice things about her and their relationship. It’s not that she didn’t trust Trevor to pick her, it’s just that with all the guys that she chose her brothers over, she thought this was finally karma. But Trevor’s lips turned into a smirk, “I choose her.”

Her eyes widened in surprise, matching Jack’s eyes, “You what?”

“You heard me. I love her and frankly, I’m not willing to be friends with a little bitch who yells at their sister because she finally found someone who she loved and who loved her back. And someone who’s got a bigger ego than their dick.”

If things weren’t silent before they sure were now. Trevor cocked an eyebrow as Jack stood there in silence. Not even two minutes later Jack was storming out of the apartment with his two brothers following after him. When Luke reached the door he looked back at his sister and went to take a step back but Jack called out his name and he disappeared down the hallway.

Trevor watched as y/n stumbled backward and caught her in his arms, slowly sinking to the floor like he had done earlier when he arrived. He shushed her as the words “I hate them” tumbled out of her mouth over and over again. He placed a kiss on her forehead as tears dampened his sweatshirt, “I got you, baby. I got you. You’re gonna be okay. We’re gonna be okay.”

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Over the next week or so, y/n heavily debated what she wanted to do. If she wanted to go home to her parents, go home to Trevor’s new apartment that he had bought for them, stay away in London to hide from her problems, or move to an entirely new country where no one could find her. However, none of these seemed like plausible, realistic options. 

Jack’s words clouded her mind, should’ve known you’d have gone after any guy that paid any attention to you, you’re a slut you know that, god forbid you let me have my own friends, you ruin everything. She would never be able to forget those words. 

It hurt, knowing that her brothers didn’t want her as much as everyone else did. It was bad enough that she got spammed comments about her being a slut or a whore or a traitor (sure that last one wasn’t as mean as the others), but to hear it from her own brother, her twin brother. Nothing compares to that feeling and nothing will ever compare to that feeling. 

She beat herself up every day about it, going as far as to try and break up with Trevor. But, Trevor was having none of it. He wasn’t going to let some self-centered jerk come and ruin all that they had worked for, and fought for, even if that self-centered jerk was her brother. Her happiness was what mattered to him and it was all that was going to matter to him. 

It was five days after Jack and co. invaded her apartment. She and Trevor were on her bed, underneath the covers. She hadn’t really talked, still trying to let the events of the past week sink in. Everything seemed to happen so suddenly, and abruptly, that no one gave her time to think about anything. It was like the Universe was punishing her for finally doing something for her and not for someone else. 

“Baby?”

She looked over at him, eyes slightly becoming bigger as she hummed, “Hmm?”

“I asked what you wanted to watch.”

“Oh, I don’t care. You pick.”

Trevor frowned, “What’s wrong? I mean I know what’s wrong but like. What’s wrong?”

“Do you think they still love me?”

“Who?”

“My brothers.”

Trevor thought it was physically impossible for his heart to break anymore. He knew how much y/n adored her brothers, they were her role models, they were the ones who made sure she was at school on time, they were the ones who read books to her when they were little, they were the ones who bugged the ever-loving crap out of her, they were the ones who did everything for her. 

He pulled her into a hug before pulling away and cupping her cheeks, “They love you with their whole hearts, y/n. I promise you on everything I believe in.”

“Then why does it feel like they do? Like I could die and they wouldn’t care?” Her voice cracked as she spoke, suddenly becoming flustered and finding it harder to breathe.

Trevor couldn’t contain his tears any longer especially as he looked at the look on her face. He pulled her into his arms, practically shoving her head into his chest as he cried with her. Y/n felt his few tears drop down onto her head but didn’t say anything, couldn’t say anything as she cried herself to sleep.

They both fell asleep not long after that, Trevor following in her footsteps. Lia had come in to check on them about an hour after and they were still asleep. She walked out of the room and saw a figure in the living room, “How’d you get in here?!”

The figure turned around and Lia mildly calmed down, “Luke?”

Luke gave Lia his ever so charming, but awkward, half grin, “Hi.”

“Okay, this still doesn’t answer my question. How’d you get in here?”

Luke pulled a key out of his coat pocket, “Y/n gave me a copy when she was drunk and I never gave it back.”

Lia audibly “oh’d” at the words and was about to shrug it off until she turned around, “Why are you here?”

His smile crumbled, becoming more awkward, “I wanted to apologize to y/n/n. I know I wasn’t much help on Saturday but I regret it. I regret it so much. She’s my big sister, of course, I love her. And I know how much Trevor makes her happy and I just want her to be happy. There’s nothing, no one, that would change that. She deserves it more than anyone.”

“Really?”

Luke’s eyes moved to find the voice and when they laid upon her figure, his eyes teared up, “More than anything.”

Luke adored her, ever since he was born. He was the one person who always thought she was right no matter what. He thought that she could do no wrong. Y/n was the one who gave Luke advice on everything, the one who read him bedtime stories even when she barely knew how to read, the one who gave him shit for failing miserably at talking to a girl. 

He hugged her, grateful that she gave him the time to apologize instead of throwing him out like he thought she, or Trevor, would’ve. After Luke’s surprise visit, the four sat down and ate dinner. As much as y/n tried to hold back from asking the question, it was burning in the back of her mind, “Is Jack still mad?”

Trevor stopped eating, a piece of food shoved into the side of his mouth. He looked up at her but didn't raise his chin. He moved his gaze from his girlfriend to the boy sitting next to her as he waited for his response. Luke himself had been in the middle of drinking when she asked, and he swallowed nervously, “No.”

“No?”

“He’s, um, been locked in his room all week, I can hear him crying through the walls. I don’t think he’s really eaten anything.”

Y/n frowned, “I should-”

“Nah, let him wallow in self-pity a little more. He rarely ever gets to do it.”

“But if he’s not eating, Luke, that’s a problem.”

That seemed to click into Luke’s brain, “Oh shit.”

Luke fumbled for his phone all of a sudden becoming a more worried younger brother. Y/n watched in anticipation as his phone rang with Jack’s contact splayed across it. She forgot that she stole their phones and created matching contact posters for all of them and she realized that they never changed it, or at least Luke hadn’t. It was the same layout for all of them, a collage of pictures together, some funny and some meaningful. And at the center of each of them was the same picture when they were little. They were at one of the boys’ hockey games and y/n sat in Quinn’s lap with her pigtails in and her custom jersey, one that was definitely way too big for her, with all three of their names on it. 

It had been a long day when that picture was taken but you couldn’t tell. All of them were sporting huge grins and everyone was trying to hold y/n up because the three knew that she could and would collapse at any moment. Quinn’s arms were wrapped around her waist, Jack held onto one of her arms and Luke’s slightly smaller hand grabbed at y/n’s. Just after Ellen snapped the picture, she did indeed fall asleep in Quinn’s lap, who then carried her to the car as Jim grabbed his bag (because he refused to give either of his parents his younger sister). 

She missed those days, the days when everything was just simple. Where they were just four little kids, where the boys were just three brothers who loved to play hockey, where no one knew about them (well, cared about them), where she could just be a girl with three brothers. She missed the days when they were too young to know about these kinds of emotions. 

Jack’s voice brought her out of her memories, he sounded as if he hadn’t spoken in days (which he hadn’t), but also sounded as if he had just got done crying, “What?”

“What are you doing right now?”

“Is this all you called me for? Aren’t you literally in the next room?”

“Yeah about that…”

“He’s with me.” 

Jack was caught off guard. He sat up a little straighter, his tears stopped, and he rushed to pull himself together even though no one else was in the same room let alone the same apartment as him. His voice was hesitant as he spoke, “Y/n/n?”

“Hi, Jacky.”

The nickname sent a rush of sadness through him, he missed her and he knew he didn’t deserve to. He had been an ass and that was an understatement. His rage took over his judgment and he took it out on her and Trevor. At this point, he wasn’t mad anymore, at least at them. He would never forget the look on her face when he left. He’d seen that look about 5 times in his life and he was never the cause of it, he never wanted to be the cause of it.

He knew he shouldn’t have said what he said, he knew he shouldn’t have even gone to London while he was mad. He wanted all of it to be over, to hide away and never see her face again because he didn’t want to face the reality of which he screwed up. 

He kept repeating “I’m sorry” over and over again, all four of them listening intently and waiting for it to stop. Lia excused herself and she heard Jack sniffle, she knew this was a family, and Trevor, matter and not so much a matter that involved her.

When she left, Jack completely broke down. His sobs were loud against their ears, they could hear his breathing pick up, it was scary how much it sounded like y/n when she broke down, “Jack please calm down. You’re going to overwork yourself.”

However, Jack couldn’t. His mind plagued him with the idea that she was mad at him (which she wasn’t, but rather upset), that she was going to yell at him and call him names, and that she was going to stop talking to him forever. 

Luke was grateful that he called Quinn before he left. He had made Quinn take a few days off to go see Jack knowing that he was going to be leaving. He didn’t want to leave him alone despite being mad at him for the way he treated their sister, especially when he was like this. 

“Jack.”

It was common for y/n to take on the role of an older sister, despite being the second youngest of the family. There was something that was always comforting about her words and her hugs that made everyone fall in love with her and made it so they opened up to her easily.

“I’m so sorry y/n/n. I love you so much and Trevor and you guys are so good together. I’m sorry I said what I said and I’m sorry I called you that. You’re not. I know you break up with everyone because of us and I hate that. I- I-'' He couldn’t breathe and she knew that. Call it twin telepathy if you please, but to them? It was just a known fact.

“Breathe Jack. It’s okay. We’re not mad at you, I promise.” 

“Well…”

Y/n glared at her boyfriend who immediately shut up and sunk back into his chair. Luke stepped in while y/n went to scold Trevor, “Hey Quinn’s going to be there soon, okay? Let him in when he knocks.”

“What- why?”

“Because we’re worried about you, Jack.”

“Why? I deserve it.”

Y/n whipped her head to the phone, “No you don’t. Don’t you ever say that again. I know what you said was out of line, believe me. But you are my brother, okay? And I love you now and forever. And that is never going to change.”

They could hear the knocking coming from the other end of the phone. Then they heard Jack shuffling and when he opened the door, they could hear his sobs. They were harsh, violent, and loud. Unbeknownst to the three in London, Jack practically fell into his older brother’s arms when he saw him. Quinn then picked up the fallen phone and said he would call black later, leaving the three in silence.

Trevor looked up at his girlfriend, seeing the worried look plastered on her face. He immediately stood up and wrapped his arm around her shoulder before bringing her into his chest, “He’s okay, baby. I promise.”

Her sniffles were audible but barely. Trevor thought to himself before kissing the side of her head, “Go pack. We’re going to New Jersey.” 

He tapped her butt and she looked up at him with wide eyes, “What?”

“Yep, come on. I know you and you won’t stop bugging yourself about it until you see him.”

“Okay.:

Luke looked between the two, “Hey just because I said I was okay with it, doesn’t mean I want to see it.”

Y/n giggled and she wiped her eyes rid of tears, “That’s your problem, I guess.”

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They were lucky enough to get on the flight quickly. They were supposed to get to New Jersey at 9 Eastern time, so hopefully Jack would be okay by the time they got there. They were practically sprinting through the airport, Trevor dragging his and her suitcases behind him as Luke dragged his own. Y/n in all honestly felt as if they were in the scene from Home Alone except with fewer kids and a little more time. 

When they got on the plane, they sat next to each other uncomfortably due to the lack of space, “I can’t believe we’re sitting in these seats.”

Y/n looked at Trevor with a deadpan face, “Dude are you shitting me? We booked these tickets like an hour ago.”

“Did you just dude me?”

“Did you expect anything less from her?”

“No one asked you.”

Y/n looked forward and rolled her eyes before making eye contact with one of the flight attendants, “Men am I right?”

The girl nodded her head and even gave y/n an extra set of earplugs. Trevor and Luke would not stop fighting the whole way to New Jersey it felt like, making little jabs at one another, all while y/n sat in the middle of them and blasting her music up to a “healthy” volume. One time Trevor looked over at her and hit her arm to get her input, “Don’t hit my sister.”

“Would you two actually shut the fuck up?”

The two held their hands up in surrender before slouching down in their seats like they were scolded by their mom. They crossed their arms across their chests and both held pouts, “You guys are children.”

The two didn’t say anything but an older lady came up and looked at the girl, “Thank you.”

Y/n looked up with a small smile on her face, “For what?”

“For shutting these two up.”

“Oh, it’s no problem ma’am.”

“Are you guys siblings?”

Y/n pointed to Luke first, “He is, this one over here is my boyfriend.”

“Well, you two better listen to what she says. Especially you, young man. You might lose her if you don’t.”

Trevor now turned so he was facing the older woman, “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

She smiled and then walked away back to her seat. Trevor then reached for y/n’s hand and brought it into his lap, “I love you.”

“I love you.”

“Ugh.” 

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Eight hours later, the three were back to running through the airport to get to their Uber. Yet, this time it wasn’t as urgent. They were jogging at best, trying to get there quickly but also not wanting to exert more energy than they had to.

They sat in the back of the car all crammed together as they watched out their respective windows. Sometimes Trevor or Luke would nudge y/n and show what they thought was oh so interesting to them. It usually turned out to be a weird-looking tree or a dog, which she couldn’t really complain about. 

When the car pulled up to the apartments, y/n thanked the driver before running up the stairs with Luke and Trevor following behind her. She knocked harshly on the door and waited for someone to answer. Quinn opened the door, “What are you guys doing here?”

“Where is he?”

“In his room, he’s sleeping.”

She pushed past him and navigated her way through the apartment and to Jack’s room. When she pressed on the door and opened it slightly, she teared up. His eyes and cheeks were puffy and red, dried tears were covering them. His hair was greasy and messy from the amount of times he had run his fingers through it. 

She sat on the edge of the bed and shook him awake carefully, “Jack.”

Jack stirred a little, opening his eyes in a daze. It had been days since he was able to sleep properly. When his eyes adjusted and focused he saw her sitting there, looking just like how she always did when something went wrong. He sat up quickly but scooted back so his back was against the headboard, “What’re you doing here?”

“Making sure you’re okay.”

“Why? I don’t-”

“Don’t say it, please. I understand why you were mad, I’d be mad too.”

“Yeah, but I shouldn’t have called you a slut.”

She inhaled harshly, “You’re right. You shouldn’t have, but I understand why you did. And I’m not mad at you Jack. Sure, I’m a little hurt, but that hurt will go away with time and be replaced with other memories.”

Jack gave her a look as she stood up, cocking his head to the side. She stared back, “Well are you going to hug me or am I going to have to hug myself?”

He was quick to stand up and hug her, basking in her infamous hugs, “I love you.”

“I love you too, you dork.”

A moment passed and then they pulled away from each other. Y/n was the one to speak, telling him that he was going to have to eat soon. When he protested, she responded,  “Come on, Hughes siblings movie night featuring Zegras. And we’ll all eat together.” 

“Okay.”

When they walked out of the bedroom, the three were sitting on the couch watching whatever hockey game was on TV. 

“No hockey. We’re watching a movie.”

“Don’t say it.”

“We’re watching Descendants”

The boys groaned and she pouted, “Meanies.”

“We love you, but Descendants? Again? How old are you again? 22?”

“Don’t give me that shit, Mr. “Oh there’s nothing else on, let's watch Mighty Ducks for the 100th time.”

Jack looked at her offended, “Hey, Mighty Ducks is a classic. Trevor, help me out here.”

Trevor shook his head violently, “No way dude. I was already scolded for being too loud on the plane.”

“You got scolded?”

“Your sister’s scary!”

Y/n gave the two a look, “Oh I see. ‘I choose her’ my fucking ass.”

“Woah, too soon.”

“Descendants or I’m going back to London.”

The boys groaned out a fine and made room for her on the couch, “Jack what do you want for food?”

The other three let out protests, asking why he got to choose, “Um when was the last time you three ate?”

They sat in silence, “Exactly.”

Halfway into the movie, the food arrived and y/n got up to grab it. When she got back she handed out everyone’s food and listened as they sang Did I Mention? She smiled to herself as she heard them singing, joining in herself, “I gotta know which way to go, come on, give me a sign. You gotta show me that you’re only ever gonna be mine.”

When she sat back down, she sat next to Trevor who continued to sing into her ear as if he had written the song to her. She started blushing and as the song ended he kissed her on the cheek. They stared at each other and then she felt a wrapper hit her head, “Hey!”

“No kissing in my apartment.”

Y/n only stuck her tongue out before continuing to eat her food, comfortably resting under Trevor’s arm.

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Wet Dreamz - Matt Sturniolo

Summary: based off the song wet dreamz by J. Cole idk if you need a summary just listen to the song :) takes place in matt’s pov the entire story!!

Warnings: Smut, masterbation,loss of virginity, Highschool matt (he’s 18)x 18yr old, POC!Reader

A/n: i was listening to this song and i immediately thought of matt, cause chris wouldn’t be nervous, matt would be! TELL ME HOW YALL LIKE THISSS!!

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“First time, she was in my math class, Long hair, brown skin with the fat ass”

Today was a normal day in mrs.Melvins math class, i walk in to my assigned seat in the back of the class, that’s when i noticed the seat next to mine that was usally empty had the most beautiful woman in it.

“hi! i’m Y/N! i just moved here from California!”

her words were like serotonin for me, she had the biggest smile on her face when i sat down next to her, she was fucking beautiful. a literal goddess sent from god himself. i had to know her.

“hey! i’m uh im matt! i uh live here.. but you probably knew that considering i go to school here…” fuck matthew you’re an idiot.. she knows you fucking live here how stupid could you be.

she giggles “you’re funny, matt”

i was caught by surprise by her complement, i was a total fool and she thought i was funny?

“oh i um.. thank you” i return her smile nervously

“mr.sturniolo and ms.Y/L/N, continue talking and i’ll separate you” Mrs. Melvin Spoke harshly, we both looked at each other and smiles.

“Sat beside me, used to laugh, had mad jokes The teacher always got mad, so we passed notes”

“is she always this mean? lol” Y/N’s note she passed me read as she pretended to pay attention with a cute cheeky smile on her lips, her plump lips, fuck matt you’re staring. i quickly turned away and wrote the note back to her.

“never to me, i happen to be her favorite you know” with a little winky face written next to it i pass the note back and she opens it and grins at me and playfully rolls her eyes.

our note passing lasted the rest of class, we weren’t even paying attention to Mrs.Melvin’s class, i can’t even remember what the lesson was about, i couldn’t get her out of my head.

“It started off so innocent She had a vibe and i started diggin' it, uh I was a youngin, straight crushin', tryna play the shit cool”

she always kept lookin at me with those sweet innocent eyes, with a beautiful smile on her face, her dimples on her cheeks every time she smiles at me. i need her in every way possible. i’ve never been in love this deep before. i’m so whipped and obsessed and i haven’t even hung out with her besides school.

“But i couldn't wait to get to school cause when I seen Them thighs on her and them hips on her and them lips on her Got me daydreamin', man, what”

the day ended and as i was driving my brothers home, not even paying attention to nick and chris arguing over little shit i didn’t even care to know about, all i was thinking about was her. my thoughts were interrupted by chris screaming in my ear

“MATTHEW… HELLO?!” chris yelled

“hm? what” i respond

“who’s got you so wrapped up in thought” nick uses his index finger to poke my shoulder

“no one, fuck off im just tired” i roll my eyes and continue to drive home

“I'm thinkin' how she rides on it, if she sits on it, if she licks on it”

As i got home the only thing i could fucking imagine is her beautiful plump lips on my cock, sucking me off and cumming on her beautiful face. i can feel the growing aching pain of a boner in my jeans as i’m laying in bed.

i slowly removed my pants and pull out my aching cock and start stroking up and down and immediately start groaning and rolling my eyes back in the back of my head.

“mmf, fuckkk Y/N” a small whimper leaves my lips as my cock starts twitching in my own hand imagining that it was her hand stroking my dick, cum shoots out of me spilling all over my hand and a loud groan comes out of my mouth.

“as time goes by Attractions gettin' deep and Wet dreamin', thinkin' that I'm smashin' but I'm sleepin', I want it bad And I ain't never been obsessed before”

i woke up with a huge wet stain in my underwear and on my sleep pants from my cum staining as i dreamt about her moaning and whimpering underneath me, me making her cum all over my dick, watching her legs shake from my dick sliding in and out of her repeatedly, her screaming my name over and over again, wishing i could just pound my cock

“FUCK” i groan loudly. i should be embarrassed im having wet dreams about this girl. i need to straighten up before i fuck this up.

“She wrote a note that said, “You ever had sex before?” Damn…”

i stopped in my tracks reading this, i looked over at her smiling up at mrs.marvins math class acting as if she’s “paying attention” with her innocent eyes and innocent smile. i wasn’t about to tell her i was a virgin. out of all the guys here in this school, me? i mean ive had a girlfriend but normally the girls go for chris, never me.

“I wrote back and said "Of course I had sex before," knowin' I was frontin' I said, "I'm like a pro, baby," knowin' I was stuntin But if I told the truth, I knew that I'd get played out, son Hadn't been in pussy since the day I came out one”

fuck, matt you’re so stupid, i fuckin hope she ain’t suspect i’m a virgin… i slid the note back to her with a soft smile on my face with panic on the inside of myself.

she smiles at my note and giving me a small wink before picking up her pink pen and writing something down and smiling and shooting me a wink before passing it back to me.

“She don't know that, so she done wrote back and told me "Oh, you a pro, homie? Well, I want you to show me My mama gone for the weekend So Saturday, baby, we can get to freakin'." That's when my heart start racin' and my body start sweatin'”

my fingers that are wrapped around my pencil were tapping my pencil on my desk nervously, there’s no way this is real… Y/N? me? no fuckin way… i’m prayin i don’t wake up from this dream if this is real.

i had to play this cool.

‘don’t fuck this up matthew’ was the only thing repeating in my head.

“i wrote back like "Yeah, baby, sound like a plan." Still tryna play it cool, sound like the man But I was scared to death, my stomach turnin' Talkin' shit, knowin' damn well I was a virgin, fuck”

the boner being restrained from my jeans is making me hard to focus, hard to breathe, i can’t even think of anything else other then how she looks beneath me making every sound escape her mouth because of me, because of my dick, but fuck she gonna find out i’m a virgin eventually.

“Yeah, you know that feelin' when you Know you finna bone for the first time? I'm hopin' that she won't notice it's my first time I'm hopin' that my shit is big enough to fuck wit' And most of all I'm prayin', "God, don't let me bust quick" I'm watchin' pornos, tryna see just how to stroke right Practice puttin' condoms on-how it go? Right”

i’ve been sitting in my room for about 4 hours trying to put some condoms on right, watching every porn video that was on the feed, trying to figure out positions, how to thrust my hips the right way, how to eat pussy, how to do everything right so she don’t suspect i’m a virgin, man i really want this to go well.

“yo bro you’ve been in there for fucking ever are you ever coming out” chris yells on the other side of my locked door.

“i just wanted a nap with no interruptions leave me alone” i lie with my dick in one hand and my phone in the other hand.

ive been at this for hours. i can’t fuck this up. i don’t want her to have a fake orgasm with me, that would be embarrassing as hell, i need this to be better then good for her. i can’t duck this up.

“I'm in her crib, now a palm sweatin' With a pocket full of rubbers and an erection”

“hi matty” she opens the door for me and smiles

“hi Y/N” i smile back at her walking in.

she takes my hand and drags me to her room decorated in her favorite artist and her favorite books sitting so perfectly on her bookshelf.

she pushes me down on her bed that was freshly made up and smelled like her, she straddles me sitting directly on my hard cock.

“you’re so beautiful” i smile looking up at her laying over me

she giggles “thank you”

she leans in and kisses me passionately, i use my hand and rub her thigh and squeeze a little before moving up to her hips and moving them hips looking for some sort of friction on my pressing hard cock.

“That's when my hands start touchin' and her face start blushin' And i roll over on top and then she Get my pants unbuckled and her hands start rubbin”

i softly groan at her hands now rubbing up and down on my cock with a smile on her face

“fuckkk Y/N” i grin

she smiles so innocently looking up at me with lust and excitement in her eyes. man i could bust like this. so fucking quick.

“it's time for action Pull out the condoms real smooth, yeah, just how I practiced But right before I put it in, she flinched and grabbed it and said "I wanna get somethin' off my mental I can tell you're a pro, but baby, be gentle, ‘cause—"

i was in utter shock, she was a virgin too? no fuckin way, i smile down at her and nod as i slowly push my cock in her tight hole

“god damn ma, you are so fuckin tight” i groan softly in her ear

“mpfh- matt please move” she says in a whimper almost

i slowly start thrusting in and out of her and a slight faster pace and holy fuck i’ve never been in this amount of pleasure before. i was in a state of euphoria

my pace quickens and i start groaning uncontrollably in her ear as she moans in mine

“matt im close” she whispers out with a loud pornographic moan as she releases all over my cock creating a ring around the base of my cock.

“fuck me too” my thrusts become sloppy as i pull out and finish in the condom.

we both crash besides each other and she looks at me and smiles with her deep brown eyes, i can’t lie to her anymore.

“can i be honest about something Y/N?” i say softly turning over on my side to look at her.

she turns over to her side so we’re facing each other “i mean you just took my virginity so you can say anything matt” she smiles

“good cause i ain’t never did this before…” i smile softly hopelessly panicking on the inside scared she might get mad.

she smiles at me softly and kisses my lips and i smile into her lips.

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A/N pt 2 SO HERES THIS!!! LEMME KNOW HOW YALL LIKE IT! tysm to @ribread03 FOR HELPING ME OUT ON THIS ONE! ENJOY!!!

[ryeriy]

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a/n: the story is told from two different tine zones so yeah. this is inspired by one of my favorite songs called isn't it midnight by fleetwood mac and this is probably my favorite because of it. I'm going to link the song because it is so good.

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5:06 PM, ANAHEIM, CALIFORNIA

"Dude, I swear she's real! I saw her with my eyes! She's not fake!" Trevor exclaims at his brown-haired friend, who's laughing at him.

"She's not real Trevor, all you've told me is that you met her at a bar and had sex, you said you didn't even see her face and said she was pretty! You also said she was like a hippie and was qoute on qoute, calm, cool and collected. You don't even remember her name! She's not real! Wouldn't you think you'd remember a pretty girl?" He says while laughing at him. Laughing at how delusional he is sounding right now. "Jack, I'm not making this up! I had sex with her!" The delusional dark-haired one exclaims. "Whatever, you're lying." Jack sighs.

9:06 PM, PORTLAND, MAINE

"(Y/n)! You didn't have sex with THE Trevor Zegras. It's impossible!" Exclaimed a dirty blonde, beautiful, young women.

"Um I did! Remember when I went to Anaheim to see my sister? Well I came across an individual who happened to be him and I had sex with him!" I argued against the blonde. "Well yeah I look a bit weird and my personality is a bit questionable but that doesn't mean anything!"

"Well why didn't you get his number (y/n)?" She questioned me, I was looking clueless. "It was late Kat! I had to go to the airport to catch my flight!" "Yeah? Well you had enough time to screw each other but no time to exchange numbers?" Kat explained to me. "When was this anyways (y/n)?" She asked me. "Few months ago..." "And you didn't tell me till now! Jesus (y/n)! You claim you had sex with a famous hockey player and you don't think of telling me?!" Kat yelled at me for answers that I didn't have.

I explained to her what happened. Kat still denied to believe a single word that came out of my mouth. We kept arguing going back and fourth. The ding on her phone silenced the two of us. She checker her phone. "Oh that's weird." She said while making her face. "What is it now Kat?" I say while laughing at the face she made.

5:49 PM, ANAHEIM, CALIFORNIA

"Ha! What a coincidence!" Jack says while pointing to his phone. "Yes?" Trevor questions him. "Well remember how I said I had this friend who lives in Maine?" He said. "What about her?"

"Well I texted her saying that you know, you keep blabbering about this girl who doesn't exist. She responded and said lol funny story. She told me that her friend, (y/n), and she is blabbering like you saying she was in Anaheim to vist family and she had sex with Trevor Zegras." Jack sighs.

"Can you ask your friend for her number?" Those are the words that slip from his mouth. "No I told you so?" Jack questioned questions. "What's. Her. Number." He repeats himself. "Fine, I'll ask her."

10:13 PM, PORTLAND, MAINE

"Oh my God, Kat! You will never believe this!" I jump up and down smiling so hard at my phone. "What?" She says while looking over at me. "He texted me! Trevor freaking Zegras texted me!" She rushes over to look down at my phone and she's in shock.

"I didn't think he would do it!" Kat says while sighing. "Do what?" I ask her. "Give him your number!" Kat wasn't making sense. Is she secretly friends with Trevor Zegras and decided not to tell me? "Wait are you friends with Trevor Zegras or something? Is that why he texted me?" I ask her. "No! My friend Jack is thoug-" I cut her off before she finished the sentence. "Jack Hughes?! You're friends with Jack Hughes and didn't mention it!?" I'm shocked. What else is she hiding, she's not Kat. "I didn't think I had to." She says while laughing. I sigh and laugh with her.

"Now, if you excuse me I have a very hot hockey player to talk to." I sa my while laughing and walking into my room. I heard Kat sigh as I walked into my bedroom. She probably turned on the TV or something for her.

6:30 PM, ANAHEIM, CALIFORNIA

"Dude! She's actually texting me!" Trevor says to Jack. His face is bright red while he's looking at his phone. "I'll leave you to you it." Jack leaves the room and he leaves Trevor to be in love and fall for this girl he met once. The two started chatting for a long time, a really long time.

y/n <3

Hey, it's Trevor! I don't know if you remember me but we hooked up that one night. I just wanted to say I'm sorry that we didn't keep in touch but I'm texting you now so I hope you see this and we can talk :)

Hey! I'm y/n btw I don't think I introduced myself the first time we met. I'd love to keep in touch with you. You know when I first told people about our interaction they didn't believe me but since my friend, Kat is friends with your friend she had to believe me I guess lol.

Nice to meet you y/n. I was hoping we could talk. If you're not busy right now because if you're busy I can talk later but no rush.

I can tell you talk a lot.

Is that a bad thing?

No I like that about you :)

Thanks....so do you have time to talk...?

For you? Of course I do.

11:46 PM, PORTLAND, MAINE

I've been talking to him for just about an hour. I'm so in love with him already. We've been talking about almost everything you can talk about. All of the sudden a call notification pops up on my phone. Oh wow. I'm shocked. He's calling me. I pinched myself to make sure this whole thing wasn't a dream. I answer the call and hold my phone up to my War.

"Hello, (y/n)." I hear him say. I feel like I just melted from the overload of all this. I feel like a million butterflies were released into my stomach. I feel like my hear is going to explode from how fast it's pounding. "Hey." Is all I can say.

"How's it going pretty girl?" I can hear him smiling over the phone from California. He can probably hear me being a complete boy crazy mess for him.

"Good now that you called." I say while laughing at the end. I can hear him laugh along too.

"So, Jack was telling me his friend was from Maine. I'm assuming that's also where you live?" He asks. I still can't believe this actually happening to me.

"Yeah. She and I are roommates." I reply to him. I hear him let out an Mhm. I'm so anxious waiting for him talk again.

"Isn't it midnight for you? You know since your like on the other side of the world?" I laugh.

"Yeah almost. You do realize I'm not on the other side of the world? I'm just across the country." I say while laughing. I hear him let out a chuckle.

"Same thing." He says with a pause. "I'll let you go since you probably should sleep. I'll talk to you later?"

"Yeah, talk to you later." I say back to him as I hang up. I smile while I bring my phone down from me ear. I'm so in love with him.

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Hi Cole! So this is mildly weird(?) but I was listening to I'm with you by Vance Joy because it's one of my favorite love songs ever and I was thinking about Phumpeem because of course. And the song really fits them but then I kept thinking that it specially fits your version of them in Full of hopeless doubt, especially that last chapter. Not only the lyrics but also the soft warm comforting vibes of the whole fic.

I guess I just wanted to tell you that 🤷🏽

Um anyways how are you, hope you've gotten some sleep, bye love you

IT'S NOT WEIRD AT ALL ALMA THIS IS EVERYTHING

thank you so much for sending this ask, for thinking about me and my silly omegaverse fic

I listened when I woke up while preparing my coffee and it was such a serene experience, and it's all thanks to you. I CAN SEE YOUR VISION

My favorite lyrics from this song, and the ones who also make me think about omega phum fic: "I was just coasting till we met You remind me just how good it can get" "Tell me you don't It feels like you do Looking like that, you'll open some wounds How does it start? And when does it end? Only been here for a moment, but I know I want you But is it too soon? To know that I'm with you There's nothing I can do" AND ALSO THIS. this one is insane (thinking about what i have plotted in chapter 4) "And we woke up to the sound of a storm outside We stood at your front door You looked at me and said "Baby, this rain changes everything" And my heart ran away from me" Thank you so much for giving me a peaceful morning and making me think about this fic. I've started working on the fourth chapter after i realized the smut in the lap fic is giving me a hard time and this song helps tremendously.

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I got tagged by @demeter1111 back when wattieza forests were still a thing. sorry for being a disorganized noodle!

15 questions and 15 mutuals:

Were you named after anyone? When was the last time you cried? Do you have kids? Do you use sarcasm a lot? What's the first thing you notice about people? What's your eye colorScary movies or happy endings? Any special talents? Where were you born? What are your hobbies? Have any pets? What sports do you play/have played? How tall are you? Favorite subiect in school? Dream job?

KNIGHTS! NEW QUESTIONS! (obligatory obscure Monty Python reference)

What famous person, alive or dead, would you want beside you during a zombie apocalypse?

Hanibal of Carthage. He is super smart, a great fighter—and he comes with elephants. Lets be honest, elephants would be super cool in a zombie apocalypse. Especially zombie ones😁

If they made a movie about you, what would your theme song be?

since I’m a nomad, The Great Divide by National Park Radio😉

Which muppet character would you be willing to go on a date with?

Gonzo—as long as Gonzo sets up the date. Cuz you know Gonzo would set up a wild date😆

What is the weirdest thing you have ever eaten?

I was served whale blubber at a party once. Do NOT recommend🤢

What is the weirdest thing you still eat?

I really love peanut butter on my crepes😋

You can have any extinct or fantasy animal as a pet. What would you choose?

The enormous pteradactyl, Quetzalcoatlus. With a handy riding harness. And maybe some water ballons…😏

List a very boring fact about yourself.

I am an American mutt. My parents were from very different parts of the country, but all four of my grandparents came from families that settled in the U.S. in the timespan 1630–1730.

You are granted a wish to have any food you want—but the catch is you will have to eat it twice a day for the rest of your life. What do you choose?

**ponders** popcorn or freshly baked cookies or popcorn or freshly baked cookies or popcorn or—

You can choose any singer or band to play at your funeral. Who do you pick?

Nat King Cole. Everyone can roll up the rugs, and dance the night away!

What line of poetry or doggerel is forever stuck in your brain?

Charge of the Light Brigade: “Into the jaws of Death, into the mouth of hell/Rode the six hundred.” I used to quote this at work, usually when we were getting overrun. For some reason, my bosses were never amused. Then again. they also didnt appreciate it when I would tell them ‘I would like to inform you that the barbarians are at the gates.”😂😂😂

You can bring back an item of clothing that has fallen out of style. What would it be?

We really need to bring back the clothing of the Han Chinese. Imagine if we could all walk around in loose, flowing comfortable clothes. Also, wearing hanfu means long flowing belts—which means we could turn all the cool stuff we currently put on our key chains into belt decorations. With tassles. Cuz modern clothing haz a serious lack of tassles. Just saying…

You are granted the gift of being a were creature. What animal would you choose to change into?

Definitely were-otter. Much scampering, much floating—and lots of fish. Also, I wouldnt have to worry about villagers and pitchforks, cuz seriously, who is gonna be scared of a were-otter?

What is the most useless fact you know?

The last person to collect a Civil War pension was Irene Triplett. She passed away in 2020. Also, in 1916 the U.S. Postal Service changed the rules, and you can no longer mail more than 200 pounds/90 kilos in a single day. Why? Some guy was building a bank in Utah and realized he could save on freight charges by just having the bricks mailed. Yes, ALL of the bricks😂😂😂

You are going to be locked, all alone, in a place for 24 hours. Which place do you choose?

Um, tie. The Jacques Marchais Museum of Tibetan Art or the Gilcrease Museum😍

What is the superpower you want and whats the superpower you DONT want?

Best superpower? Making quarters appear wherever I want. No, seriously. Think about how much fun you could have, in a super sneaky way. College kid walks by—put a few extra quarters in their pocket. Seniors sitting on a park bench—now there are handfuls of quarters in the bottom of their purses. Tip jar at the coffee shop—add another layer of quarters. Also easiest superhero name ever. Just stick a pencil behind your ear and call yourself ‘Drawn and Quartered’🤣🤣🤣

The worst superpower? Anything to do with ice and snow. Nope nope nope!

ok tagging @distilled-prose @cowandcalf @teruel-a-witch @ellena-asg @wordrummager @torrentialmonsoon @sherrylephotography @ends-2-beginnings @itwoodbeprefect @alex-a-roman @mikefrawley @firstfullmoon @gracebriarwoodwrites @maureen2musings @stephmcx and cuz I changed the questions @demeter1111 also tagging @neil-gaiman cuz I know he wont answer, but I am super curious about his answer to question one😂😂😂

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Window

1. Curiosity Kills The Cat

Warnings: Murder, gun, grabbing, mentions of seasonal depression, a lot of inner self-dialogue, takes place in June and mid-summer, Screaming, crying. Mixed reader with curly hair (not mentioned in this chapter). All are welcomed to read but I want to self-insert with being mixed and having curled hair.

Song: She Knows by J Cole

Chapter 2

It has been hot all this week. June was always the worst during the summer season. A lot of heat waves and traffic, making it difficult for you to get home during classes—"Y/N" You redirect your attention to your classmate, Jack, "Sorry, I was distracted…um, what do you need?" "You ok? You've been 'distracted' for the previous two weeks," he said, using quotation marks around distracted. Highlighting his suspicion.

"If I'm being honest, I haven't been feeling well. Seasonal depression is kicking my ass right now," you murmured, returning your gaze to the window to avoid seeing Jack's expression. All you could do was cringe at yourself. Why will it always be so hard to open up? "I'm not trying to vent to you," you murmured as you watched the stars slowly show in the night sky. "It's fine, Y/N. You are welcome to vent to me; my mother suffers from seasonal depression as well. I know about it all."

All the more reasons to avoid venting to him, you thought.

Oh no, mom. I forgot to call her back last night, or was it Tuesday? No, it had to be last night. "Can you tell me what day it is?" you asked. "Friday, why". I haven't called her in almost three days. "Y/N!" exclaimed Jack. You quickly turned around to face him. "Stop doing that," he said, "doing what?"

"That," he explained, you were still confused. "You always appear to be in your head, as if your mind is just a working machine. All you do is just think. You may not convey it verbally, but your facial expressions do.", he quickly said. "I'm sorry". Jack sighed and started talking and you went right back to thinking. He will never understand the feeling of never being able to talk about his feelings or always being ignored or talked over. Perfect Jack would never understand that.

Jack is one of the most popular students at our nursing school. He's attractive, but his family ruin his reputation. A snubby and superior complex isn't cute anymore. "I'm sorry for not talking, but school is over now," you said, just to get him away so you could be alone. "I have a long walk and it's hot outside, I can't stay for as long as you can". Gathering your things together, Jack grabbed you by your elbow as you rose from your seat.

“You have been acting like this since you've been in this school. Are you sure it's seasonal depression? I mean it summer time now” he said. “I’m sure, sounds like you don't know it well after all." Pausing, "Jack if you ever touch me like that again, I'll beat your ass,” you said. After another awkward pause, you finally said “Bye Jack”.  He watched as you walked to the side door and left.

When you finally made it outside. You make sure to take off the student coat before walking again. As you walked, you noticed the bright lights hung in the trees; the small business stores were all closed now. Your favorite store is closed and it looks so dull, but it does look nice when the shop is open. Seeing yourself in the reflection and seeing how messy you looked, kept you moving on.

All the summer lights turned on with the cute summer clothes in the window. You made an effort to walk a little slower to take time for yourself, even if you were tired. I'm already ashamed about not having a car, so let's not add to that by being a tired bitch. You thought to yourself as you tried to move away from the spit that was on the ground.

You were taking a break when you heard laughter and noticed a group of people walking together. It made you miss your best friend. She was back in your hometown with her husband and two children.

Perhaps that's why you're like this, you reason. You're out of your element, haven't made any friends, haven't gone out, lived alone, and are now the "new girl" in school. Summer break coming up wasn't helping either.

It's not like the summer season will always be unpleasant; it could be an undesirable cause of your seasonal depression. Hopefully, "Everything takes getting used to," you tell yourself again. When you go past the usual water fountain in the park, you mentally note that you're getting close to your apartment.

Getting closer to your apartment complex, You heard a scream as you walked by the park. You came to a halt and took a glance around your surroundings. Nobody. You look around again before resuming your walk, Walking faster. Your rapid pace got you to your apartment complex faster than usual. You step in with a deep sigh.

During the summertime, you always remember to say hello to the homeless man who lives outside the complex. He always waves back. What a nice guy, you think as you make your way up to the third level. All of the elevators were "broken." You giggle. They'll never fix them.

When you arrived at your apartment, you took out your keys and entered. You stared at the hallway that was littered with shoes and jackets on the floor. A glance to your right revealed a kitchen full of dishes and leftover food from dinner. You sighed, knowing that you weren't able to get it cleaned at the moment. Finals for your nursing school are approaching, and you have yet to complete an actual day of work.

You take off your shoes and kick them to the nearest clean location. "I'll pick it up later," you said. You make your way to the living room; you're surprised at how tidy it looks. It's clean because you only had enough energy to stay in bed.

Even though your room isn't that messy, which is surprising. You were still only cleaning up in your room and bathroom since you were scared and afraid of attracting pests. You went to your room and changed into comfy clothes. You wanted to shower, but you needed to clean the kitchen and hallway first. No point in showering if I'm going to clean and get dirty again. Hopefully, it will also help clear your mind.

You put music on your TV in the living room. The first song on your relaxing playlist was Snooze by SZA. Then you got to it. Start by opening the windows and lighting a summer candle. The hallway would come first, followed by the trash.

After 2 hours of deep cleaning, you were finally finished and ready to sleep. You blew out your strawberry shortcake-scented candle and then closed the windows. You were at the back window when you noticed someone running to the back of your apartment complex. You could tell they were bloody and clearly in distress. You were on the verge of screaming at them and asking what was wrong when you paused. What if it's a trap? you questioned.

Living in one of the worst places in the city, you had to remind yourself that cases like this happen daily. You were going to close the window since you weren't sure what to do when you noticed a group.

Close the window. What's happening though.

You closed the window but were peeking through the blind. Curiosity had gotten the better of you. The person attempted to turn around, but more people emerged from the shadows to stop him. Should you contact help now? You questioned. A million questions were racing through your mind. You've never been in this type of situation before. A man approached the person who was now trapped and said something that you couldn't hear.

You guessed what the person had said because the person pulled out a gun on the guy. Then, BOOM. A loud bang rang out. You dropped to the ground. Because of the noise and knowing what happened, you screamed.

Dogs had started barking, and when you looked you noticed that some neighbors had turned on their lights. They'll call for help. You were still frozen in shock from the incident that you didn't realize if people still heard you or not. You got on your knees to see if they left or not. As if on cue with your music, the entire group was staring up at your window. Your body finally sprung into action and you backed away from the window.

You were uncontrollably shaking and crying against the back of your couch. The only thought that could process in your head was what your mom used to say all the time…

Curiosity kills the cat.

[that-was-anticlimactic]

ninjago for the series asks?

favorite character

cole cole cole cole cole cole cole did i mention cole ninjago ??? he is Literally one of my favorite fictional characters ever y'all. like, he's been my favorite since s1 ep6 the snake king aired. the love in my heart for cole is immense. i adore him. he means so much to me. one of the biggest comfort characters.

second favorite character

kai ! kai becoming my second favorite is actually a recent development, but God i love him. he's so funny and so loyal and he's just trying his best... usually! kai holds a very special place in my heart <3 also need to give darreth an honorable mention just cause i think he deserves it

least favorite character

fanon jay what ahem i didn't say anything about how i hate the way the ninjago fandom babies and treats jay and that they have contorted and twisted his entire personality what hahaha... ha. no, um. probably misako oops. love you kathleen barr !!! miskao is just. kind of a terrible mom ??? the skull sorcerer was also Very Mean to cole and that is Not Allowed. so also him.

the character i’m most like

hmmm... on some levels, cole. but, really, i think jay. no. not fanon jay. the Actual jay walker in canon. but i am cole where... as jay is an extrovert, cole is an introvert. where jay was humor to cope, cole throws himself into whatever he possibly can to distract himself. so, that's kind of my two major things

favorite pairing

i hate this question. i Literally changes all the time. sometimes it's glacier because they and also my favorite ninjago fanfic ever (morning sun everyone please read it) is a glacier fic. then sometimes it's lava because DUH. it used to be bruise no questions asked, but again, fanon has ruined that for me :) i still Like the ship, but i like My interpretation of the ship. and sometimes i really am a sucker for jaya. i mean, the last resort is one of my favorite episodes and the jaya in it is So Good! and then sometimes i'm like yeah... pixane... they... lloyd x therapy is a great one too tbh

least favorite pairing

gREENFLAME !!! i mean, lloyd x any of the ninja in general. he is aroace and he needs to heal first. but greenflame is my ultimate least favorite because of the greenflame shipping war on ffn when i was in middle school and because kai and nya are the siblings lloyd never had. let them be siblings. but then also conya cause cole is gay and i hated the love triangle. then also cole x cake because cole had an eating disorder in canon that everyone makes fun of all the time and in this essay i will--

favorite moment

dad, i didn't mean for you to hear that, but i'm glad i did. there's something i've been wanting to tell you. all these years, i haven't been training to be a singer or a dancer. i found something new that i'm really good at! dad... i'm a ninja. and the truth is, if we don't steal that fangblade... i mean, blade cup, there's other people that will. bad people. serpentine. and we need it to save the world. and i know how ridiculous this sounds, but i'm proud of who i am and i want you to be proud too.

what? what is it? where's cole? where's cole? somebody say something! where's cole? / he-h-he's gone. / what'd you mean, gone? / lloyd... he fell... into the cloud. / i-i'm so sorry. / he's... he's really... gone? / *garmadon head tilt* / it was my fault! i pulled the thrust lever the wrong way and--*throws head in hands* / it wasn't your fault, it was an accident. / it could've happened to anyone. / alright, let's get going. / do you mind??? / yes i do. we are wasting valuable time! all that matters now is this! / the golden armour! / what about the realm crystal? / it didn't work. but this will, they fear it. / cole was our friend, he was more than a friend, he was family! but you don't understand that, do you? what's the point! you're never gonna get it! because you don't care about anyone but yourself! / every moment you delay risks our survival-- / there's more to life than surviving! gah! / how do you reason with that? you, nindroid. if Any of you are capable of logical thought, it is you. tell them. / i am happy to say, you are mistaken. at this moment, even i am incapable of logical thought

it was her... / what? / it... wasn't the blades. / i told you that. / it was her... the power inside my mother... it was the spinjitzu burst! / alas, you're not half the warrior your mother was. / no, but i am her son. and i made her a promise to stand up to tyrants like you. always! / what are you doing? what is this?

TWINS LOOK ALIKE!

rating out of 10

hmmm imma say nine because: cole only had one season, the love triangle, s7 as a whole (except for twins look alike), the lack of recognition and attention they gave cole.

send me a series and i'll tell you my...

[pythors-pandemic]

Childhood Stories - Lava Fanfic

Summary: Cole and Kai go to visit Cole’s dad, except he doesn’t know that Cole’s gay

Pairing: Cole x Kai

Takes Place: after season 15

Warnings: swearing, a little kissing, angst, homophobia, grief 

Word Count: 7,182

A/N: I had a bunch of ideas of little scenes and tried to fit them into one fic, idk how well it worked but here ya go!

Masterlist

Cole smiled as he took a sip of his tea. “I can’t believe you guys did that!” He laughed. 

“I know! Our parents were so badass!” Kai cheered, shaking his boyfriend’s shoulder slightly. 

“Cole, your mother was a fantastic warrior, and our closest friend. We were always ecstatic when she called us up for help.” Maya said, grabbing Cole’s hand and giving it a squeeze. He smiled and squeezed back.

“She kicked butt like nobody’s business!” Ray chuckled. 

“That reminds me of that one time when we were in the temple of light and kicked all those stone warrier’s butts! Have you guys heard this story??” Kai asked his parents. His eyes were lighting up with enjoyment. Cole’s heart grew as he saw how happy he was. 

The night continued with stories and tea by the smithy’s fireplace. Kai and Cole visited Kai’s parents every so often, especially after Nya’s memorial. Kai enjoyed helping his dad around the shop and Cole always enjoyed the company of Maya. By the time the moon was fully up, the boys decided it was time to head home. 

“See ya later, pops.” Kai said, giving his dad a hug. “And I’ll call when we’re back safe.” He turned to his mother, hugging her as well.

“Always a pleasure, Mr. Smith.” Cole said, holding his hand out to him. 

“Aww, c’mon. Call me Ray. You’re Kai’s boyfriend after all, it’s only right.” Ray smiled, grabbing Cole’s hand and pulling him in for a quick hug. 

“Alright, Ray.” Cole laughed, patting his back. 

“Come around more often, honey. We love seeing you.” Maya spoke softly, also giving Cole a hug. 

“Will do.” He said. A small smile fell across his face as he waved goodbye to the Smiths. His favorite part about seeing them were the goodbyes, oddly. He never had a relationship with his dad the way Kai does. He liked that Ray made him feel like a part of the family. And Maya reminded him of his mom quite a bit. It was a refreshing environment.

---

“Why don’t we ever visit your dad? I thought you two were okay now.” Kai asked Cole on their walk back to the monastery. “I am quite the charmer when it comes to parents.” He winked, leaning into Cole’s side. 

“You are quite the charmer with everyone, babe. My dad and I are fine.” Cole responded. He wrapped his arm around Kai’s shoulder and kept him close. 

“Then why don’t we take a trip to see him?” Kai asked again. Cole grew quiet and shoved his free hand into his jean pocket. “Babe? Is something wrong?” He questioned, wrapping his arm around his waist.

“No… it’s just-- okay, you can’t get mad at me.” Cole’s expression grew worrisome. 

“Um… okay?” Kai said, confused. 

“We can’t visit him because I never told him we’re together because he doesn’t know I’m gay.” Cole said in one big breath. 

“WHAT?! How does he not know?! I mean look at you! You're wearing a damn crop top!” Kai exclaimed, exaggerating his reaction by squeezing Cole’s side.

“Gee, thanks.” Cole said, a small laugh following. “I don’t think he’d be very happy with it, is all.” He shrugged. “I was able to tell my mom, though. Right near the end. I knew I had to tell her before she passed and I’ll never forget how big her smile was. She told me to find a man that makes me happy just by looking at me.” He explained with a sigh. “I definitely took that advice.” He added, looking over to Kai. The two smiled at each other and Cole kissed the top of his head. 

“So… why not your dad?” Kai furrowed his eyebrows. 

“My mom and dad didn’t agree on certain things. He’s a traditional guy. He’s never outright said it, but I don’t think he’d approve if he found out I was dating a man.” He answered, his smile fading. “Our relationship just got stable, I don’t want to fuck it up again.” He sighed. 

“We can still visit him without outing you. I’d like to get to know him. You’re pretty close with my parents.” Kai suggested. A pit was growing in his stomach. It pained him to think about Cole not being close with his father. He was without his for so long that he couldn’t imagine what it’d be like to grow up and have his dad barely know him. When he was reunited with his parents, he made it his mission to keep them close. It took no time for Ray to learn everything about his son, even things he probably didn’t need to know.

“I don’t know…” Cole was hesitant. He was hesitant to visit his father as is, it would be a whole different ball game to bring Kai with. Coming out to his dad would destroy their relationship, something Cole has worked hard on fixing. He didn’t want to go years without speaking to his dad again.

“Pleaseee! We can stay over for a few nights. I’d love to spend some time in your childhood home.” Kai cheered. His massive smile made Cole’s lips curl into a similar one. 

“Alright, alright! I’ll call him tomorrow.” Cole said, finally giving in. Kai whispered a ‘yes’ under his breath, making him laugh.

---

Cole chewed on his nails as the phone rang. His anxiety grew with each ring. Finally, his dad answered. “Son! Hello! It’s been forever. How have you been?” Lou’s voice chirped through the speaker.

“Dad… hi. I’m good. I was wondering if I could come down and visit for a weekend? I’ve missed you.” Cole said, scrunching his nose up. He did miss his dad, just not badly enough to want to visit. Visiting his dad was draining. He was doing this for Kai. 

“Oh, son… I would love for you to visit! Why don’t you come out Friday night. Stay the whole weekend! We can go out to eat, have a drink, and catch up!” Lou responded. Cole could imagine him walking around the living room with a smile on his face.

“Friday sounds good. Is it okay if I bring a friend along?” He asked. His anxiety was only rising. 

“Of course. I love talking with your ninja buddies.” Lou said. 

“Okay… cool. See you Friday. Bye Dad.” Cole muttered. His phone calls with his father were always short and to the point. 

“Alright. love you, son.” Lou said. 

“Yup. Love you.” Cole closed off, pressing the end call button. He let out a sharp breath as he turned his phone off. It’s not that he doesn’t love his father, because he does, but considering Lou didn’t truly know him for years, and still doesn't, Cole has to walk on eggshells. He never wants to disappoint him, especially after doing so his entire childhood.

“That was quick.” Kai’s voice came from the hallway. He was leaning against the bedroom’s door frame. 

“Yeah… We leave Friday.” Cole informed him. Kai came into the room and sat on the edge of the bed with Cole.

“It’ll be fine, baby. I, for one, am excited to see your hometown.” He smirked, pulling Cole’s hand away from his lips and bringing them to his own. He softly kissed his knuckles before intertwining their fingers. “You can show me all around. Where you went to school, where you had your first kiss, where you hung out with your school friends, all of it.” Cole could tell Kai didn’t want to go for Lou. He simply wanted to learn about his boyfriend.

“I guess that could be fun.” Cole smiled slightly. “But please remember, I’m not going to come out to him or anything. Just a quick, painless, visit.” He added, rubbing circles into Kai’s hand. 

“Got it. No gay stuff.” Kai nodded. The two shared a small laugh and he stood up. “C’mon, Zane has dinner ready and then we’ve got to pack!” He said, pulling Cole up with him. Before they left the room, Cole brought him close and pressed a sweet kiss to his lips. “Usually dessert is after dinner.” Kai winked, wrapping his arms around Cole’s waist, effectively pulling them even closer.

“Gross!” Jay shouted from the hallway. “Close the door if you’re going to be doing that shit.” He cringed. 

“Oh whatever, Jay.” Kai rolled his eyes and the ninja made their way to the dining room. 

---

Cole was struggling to close the trunk of the car as Kai brought out more and more luggage. “You don’t need to bring the entire monastery with you, babe.” He groaned, grabbing yet another duffle bag.

“Alright, fine. Keep these two here.” Kai responded, pulling two small suitcases out of the trunk. 

“I’ll bring them back with me. Thank you for test driving the new vehicle.” Pixal said, taking the bags from Kai. 

“Of course.” Cole smiled, finally getting the trunk closed.

“Don’t press any red buttons, though. There are some weapons built in. There is no need to blow up an entire village.” She chuckled, tossing him the keys. “I simply want to make sure the engine is running as it should. Call me or Zane if you have any problems.” She added.

“I will keep that in mind. See you later, Pix.” He responded, getting into the driver’s seat. 

Kai quickly hopped in next to him. “Leather seats! God, you’re fantastic, Pixal!” Kai gushed, waving goodbye to her. 

“Don’t ruin them, Kai.” She warned, waving back. 

“She truly is the Master of Mechanics. That should be its own element.” Kai said as they drove off. He turned the radio on to Cole’s favorite station. “This song is so good.” He smiled, putting on his sunglasses. 

“I think metal would fit for a mechanic’s element. Just ask Karlof.” Cole responded. He took Kai’s hand in his and smiled. “I have a few places you have to remind me to show you, specifically the dig out.” He said. 

“Ooo, the dig out? Was that some sort of secret hideout or something?” Kai asked. He was getting excited for the trip. Cole knew how he grew up, he wanted to know the same of Cole.

“You’ll see.” Cole smirked. 

---

The boys cringed as the ‘welcome’ sang from the doorbell. “You rang the bell this time!” Lou cheered, pulling his son into a hug. “And you brought Kai, how lovely to see you.” He smiled, leading the boys into the house. 

“Always a pleasure, Mr. Brookstone.” Kai said, shaking his hand. 

“My deepest sensarities to you. Losing your sister must’ve been hard.” Lou sighed, resting his hand on Kai’s shounder. “The memorial was beautiful.” He added with a solemn look.

“Thank you. We’re getting through it. Some days are harder than others.” Kai responded. A feeling of sadness grew in his stomach. Cole watched his face fall. He wanted nothing more than to comfort his boyfriend. Of course, it wouldn’t be that suspicious to give a grieving friend a hug, but Cole wasn’t willing to take the risk. Especially since when they hug, they can never keep it friendly. 

Cole dropped their bags near the front door and walked fully into the living room. “How’s the quartet?” He asked, turning to Lou. 

“We won the blade cup this year!” Lou said, holding up the trophy. “I thought you’d be there, but I guess you were too busy.” He muttered. 

Cole took a deep breath as he looked over to Kai, who was now scanning pictures on the wall. “Is this you?” He asked, pointing to one of the photos. 

“Yeah, that’s my 7th grade school picture. I think I was 12?” Cole responded, walking over to him. He wanted to wrap his arm around Kai’s shoulders, but refrained. 

“Awww, you were so cute.” Kai smiled bright, leaning closer to the photo. 

“And a troublemaker. He got into 4 fights that year.” Lou chimed in, walking over to the boys. 

“Dad!” Cole grumbled, embarrassment growing on his face. 

“I like the idea of you as a troublemaker.” Kai whispered. A smirk grew on his face while confusion grew on Lou’s. 

Cole sharply elbowed Kai. “Where are we going for dinner?” He said, quickly changing the subject. 

---

Once they arrived at the restaurant, Lou ordered drinks for everyone. “This was Cole’s mother’s favorite place. We went here every year for her birthday.” Lou said, looking around at the place. It was dark in the corner they were in, there was a pool table and a bar, and it smelled like cigarettes, but Kai was enjoying the atmosphere.  “She’d always order a pizza for us. I thought it was funny considering we could get a pizza any day of the year, but it was her night, so of course she got whatever she wanted.” He explained, opening the menu in front of him. 

“Well, I think we have no choice but to order a pizza. Do they have breadsticks?” Kai said, excitement in his eyes. 

“The best in all of Ninjago!” Lou cheered. The two laughed as Cole twiddled with his thumbs. 

“Are you okay?” Kai whispered, taking one of his hands in his.

“Yeah. Yeah I’m fine. Pizza sounds good.” Cole muttered, quickly dropping Kai’s hand. Sadness once again returned to Kai’s stomach. He hated not being able to be affectionate with Cole. He ignored his feelings and took a sip of water. 

“So, have you two met any cute girls lately?” Lou asked, making Kai choke on his water. The question took him completely off guard. 

“No, Dad. You don’t really have time for meeting anybody when you’re a ninja.” Cole rolled his eyes. His face became hot as he felt Kai’s gaze on him. 

“Unless you get roped into also being a ninja, like Jay and Nya.” Kai said with a slight smirk on his face. Cole looked over with an unamused expression, making Kai’s smirk grow wider. 

“I heard you went to Shintaro. Did you meet anyone there?” Lou questioned further. This happened every time he visited his father. Question after question about Cole’s love life. 

“Their princess, Vania, was fun to hang out with. We’ve become good friends.” Cole responded. Lou’s eyes grew wide. “Just friends, Dad.” He sighed before letting his father get his hopes up. Thankfully, the waiter came and the conversation shifted.

They ordered and fell into comfortable small talk. Kai was absolutely lavishing in the night. He and Lou talked about Cole’s childhood the entire time. He learned that Cole played baseball in high school, and he was a straight A student despite getting detention at least twice a semester. Cole however, was becoming more and more anxious to leave. Each story Lou told was more embarrassing than the last. He didn’t need Kai knowing he was a bad kid. At least Kai had been smiling the whole night. A sign Cole decided to take as a good one.

---

“And this is the guest room.” Lou smiled, opening a door into a beautifully decorated bedroom. He dropped Kai’s bags off in the doorway. “You can sleep in here.” He said. 

Cole frowned. “I thought he could just sleep in my room, Dad. No need to disturb the guest room.” 

“It is unnecessary for you two to have to sleep on top of eachother in that small twin bed.” Lou scoffed. 

“Wouldn’t be the first time.” Kai muttered under his breath. Cole elbowed him sharply. “Ouch!” Kai exclaimed, alarming Lou. 

“Is everything alright?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. 

“Yup! Everything is fine, Mr. Brookstone. I think I’m going to head to bed. I’m pretty tired.” Kai said, faking a yawn between sentences. “Thank you for the tour.” He smiled, walking through the door. 

“Okay! Goodnight.” Lou said before Kai shut the door. “Goodnight to you too, son. It’s good to have you here.” Lou smiled a small smile. 

“It’s nice to be here. Goodnight, Dad.” Cole said. Lou pulled him into a quick hug, taking him by surprise. “I’ll see you in the morning.” Cole added. Lou nodded and left for his own bedroom. Once he was out of sight, Cole knocked on the guest room door. It took a few minutes for Kai to answer.

“Do I really have to sleep in here?” Kai asked, finally opening the door. Cole smiled at the sight of him. He was in nothing but boxer shorts. 

“No. Unless we both sleep in here instead of having to sleep on top of eachother in my small twin bed.” Cole smirked. 

Kai smiled wide. “Be there in 5.” 

---

Kai knocked quietly on Cole’s door before walking in. Cole was delighted to see that he only put on a pair of sweatpants and kept his shirt off. “Hey.” He said, sitting up on the bed. 

“So this is your bedroom… not what I was expecting.” Kai said. The walls were painted a dark orange and were decorated with pictures and drawings of him and his mom, there was a desk in the corner with painting supplies on it, and a small nightstand next to his bed with a few books and a lamp. 

“What were you expecting?” Cole asked. Kai walked further into the room to look around. Cole stood up and followed him.

“I don't know. Not this though.” Kai chuckled. He walked over to the desk and looked at the unfinished artwork. “Okay, dude. Your favorite hobby is painting. How does Lou not know you’re gay?” He scoffed, picking up one of the paintings. It was a beautiful landscape. Cole was truly talented.

“Ignorance is bliss.” Cole responded, wrapping his arms around Kai’s waist from behind. He hummed approvingly and leaned into his chest.

“I’m having a lot of fun, I really am, but holy shit not being able to touch you, not even hold your hand, is killing me.” Kai said, turning around to face Cole. “My love language is physical touch, you know.” He added, cupping his cheeks.

“Trust me, I know.” Cole smiled. He leaned down and kissed him. Kai smiled into the kiss. Cole pulled him close by his waist, bringing their bodies flush against one another. Carefully, he led them to the bed. They broke apart to get comfortable under the sheets. Kai laid on top of Cole, their legs intertwined. They reconnected their lips quickly. Cole brushed his tongue against Kai’s bottom lip softly.

“Hey babe?” Kai whispered, pulling away. Cole hummed in response and wrapped his arms around him. “I’m really fucking tired.” He said, pressing a small kiss to Cole’s neck.

Cole chuckled. “Me too. Turn off the lamp?” 

“Yes.” He said with a smile. He leaned over and turned off the lamp. It was dark, but the streetlight coming from the window made it so they could still see each other.

Cole brought his hand to Kai’s cheek and his lips curled up. “You make me happy just by looking at me.” He whispered, making Kai blush. 

“You never talk about her.” Kai said, lowering his head onto Cole’s chest. A smile made its way to his lips as he listened to his boyfriend’s heart beat. Cole moved his hand to play with his hair mindlessly. “I talk a lot about Nya, but you don’t talk about who you’ve lost. Everything I know about your mom I learned through other people.” He added. 

“I don’t know why. I was young when she first got sick, so I don’t remember a lot from before that. Most things I can remember aren’t the happiest, I guess. I do remember her dropping me off at school everyday, up until 5th grade at least. We’d listen to the soft rock station on the radio and sing together.” Cole smiled, thinking back to a simpler time. He tightened his grip on his boyfriend as the feeling of grief filled his body. Kai moved his head to view Cole’s face, making him move his hand to rest on Kai’s back. He was a handsome man. Even with the sad expression he had on, Cole was absolutely breathtaking. 

When Kai didn’t say anything, he continued. “She got diagnosed shortly after my 10th birthday. By 13, she could barely get out of bed. It was like she was gone without actually being gone. Grieving someone who hasn’t passed yet is… it’s hard.” He said. There was a softness to his words Kai hadn’t heard before.

“Is that why you acted out?” Kai asked. He changed position so he could fully view Cole’s face. 

“That and there were a lot of assholes in my grade.” Cole joked, meeting Kai’s eyes. He smiled sadly and continued his storytelling. “She passed away when I was 15, which I think you knew.” Kai nodded in response. “After that, my dad became pretty distant. He made the Royal Blacksmiths his career and eventually, he had no time for his son anymore.” Cole switched his gaze to a spot on the wall. His cheeks grew hot with embarrassment as tears formed in his eyes. “So yeah.” He sighed, pushing the tears back. “I’ve never told anyone that before.” He said, mostly to himself.

“Cole?” Kai said quietly. Cole moved his eyes back onto him. He leaned up and pressed a kiss to his lips. He brought his hand to Cole’s cheek, prolonging the kiss. When they finally pulled away, Kai rested his forehead on Cole’s. “You make me happy just by looking at me.” 

---

The next morning, the boys were woken up by Lou knocking on the doors. Actually, Kai had already been up. He woke up minutes earlier and didn’t want to disturb Cole. 

He heard Lou knocking on the guest room’s door. “Oh shit.” Anxiety started coursing through his veins. “Hey, babe? Can I borrow a shirt?” He whispered to a very much asleep Cole. “Great, thanks!” He sporadically searched Cole’s bag for a shirt. The only one he could find was a band tee. It wasn’t usually his style, but he went with it anyway.

“Kai? Are you in there?” He heard Lou say from the hall. 

“Nope! I’m here!” He shouted, quickly putting on the shirt. “I was trying to get Cole up. Dude’s a heavy sleeper.” He said with a chuckle, opening the door. 

“This always works.” Lou said. He turned on the overhead light and smiled. 

Cole quickly covered his eyes and groaned. “Kai… what the fuck?”

“Language, son.” Lou said. 

This effectively shook all the sleep out of Cole. His eyes shot open and he sat up at the speed of lightning. He looked between Lou and Kai. Kai had an apologetic smile on and his dad was frowning. “Hi Dad! How long have you been there?” He had absolutely no idea what to say. 

“Oh good! You’re up. Well, I’m going back to my room.” Kai interjected awkwardly, slowly sneaking out the door and into the hall.

“Breakfast is in 10. Afterwards, I thought we could go look at the shops on Main Street?” Lou said with a questioning tone. 

“Sure. We’ll be there soon.” Cole responded. He let out a sigh as Lou walked away. “Kai, what the fuck?!” He whisper-shouted, getting out of the bed. 

“I’m sorry! He was knocking on the door and I panicked. He didn’t ask any questions though. I just told him I came in here to wake you up.” Kai told him, walking back into the bedroom. 

Cole nodded. “Okay… uh, babe? is that my shirt?” He asked, looking Kai up and down. 

“It would’ve been a lot more suspicious if your dad saw me shirtless in your room, so I stole it. And I’m keeping it, by the way.” Kai smirked. He attempted to walk away, but Cole stopped him. 

“It looks good on you.” He said before quickly kissing his lips. ��Now go get ready.” He said, pushing Kai out of the door. 

---

Lou and Kai had been laughing all day. They talked mainly about Cole and his shenanigans, but they also bonded somewhat. They share the same taste in movies and TV shows, and apparently, they have the same favorite tea. 

“Thanks for buying, Mr. Brookstone.” Kai said, taking his green tea from Lou. 

“Of course! Now, keep telling me about the tournament of elements!” He responded. The three had gone to a quaint tea shop on Main Street. It was Cole’s favorite study spot back in high school, which of course made Kai laugh because ‘a tea shop being your favorite study spot is gay as fuck’ according to him. 

“Tell him about how bad you are at roller skating!” Cole joked, elbowing Kai. Cole had been enjoying himself. His anxieties about Lou catching onto his secret had diminished, and he loved seeing his dad and his boyfriend getting along. It made him hopeful that down the line, Lou wouldn’t have the anticipated reaction to his coming out. 

“I wasn’t that bad! And you weren’t even there!!” Kai shouted with a laugh.

“Jay told me you knocked over 3 people! 3!” Cole laughed along. Lou started chuckling and Cole continued on to explain the extent of Kai’s poor skating skills.

The group finished their refreshments quickly and continued on with the tour of the town. Next to the tea shop, there was a building playing music outside. 

“What’s this place?” Kai asked. He stopped in front of the large building and tried to read the sign. 

“It’s the dance studio! This is where The Royal Blacksmiths practice, and where Cole took his dancing lessons.” Lou smiled, standing next to Kai. 

“You took dance lessons?!” Kai laughed with a big smile on his face. Cole shoved his hands in his pockets and trudged over to him. 

“Yeah, when I was, like, 7 maybe.” Cole responded sheepishly. His cheeks grew rosy as he avoided eye contact. 

“Show me some moves, tiny dancer.” Kai joked. Despite Cole’s protest, Kai pulled his hands out of his pockets and tried to get him to dance. 

“Alright, fine! Come here.” Cole finally gave in. He guided one of Kai’s hands to his shoulder and held the other in his. He put his free hand on Kai’s waist and walked him through a dance he long forgot the name of. The two spun around the street laughing and smiling. Kai creeped his hand from Cole’s shoulder to the back of his neck, making him fill with a happiness like no other.  Cole’s smile widened as he realized he wasn’t feeling happiness, he was feeling love. For a moment, it was as if they were the only two people in the world. He forgot that they were in public, and that his dad was watching. 

Until Lou interjected. 

“I think that’s enough, boys.” He said with a stern tone. Cole immediately let go of Kai. He got nervous underneath Lou’s angry stare.

“Sorry, Dad.” He muttered. He didn’t understand why he felt the need to apologize, but the fact that he did made Cole realize something. He didn’t want to hide his affections anymore. 

Awkwardly, the three finished their walk through the town. From that point on, Cole was more liberal with his PDA. When his dad wasn’t looking, he’d mess with Kai’s hair or boop his nose or something similar. At lunch, he even held his hand under the table. 

Once back at the house, they decided to watch one of Cole’s favorite childhood movies. Kai didn’t exactly understand it. It was about baseball players and that was all he could grasp. 

“Hey, didn’t you say something about a dig-out?” Kai whispered when a scene that took place in a dig out came on. 

“Wait until my dad goes to bed.” Cole whispered back, making Kai confused. 

---

“I can’t believe I’m climbing a fence for you.” Kai whined as he hoised himself over the top of a wire fence. 

“The gate was closed! We had no choice.” Cole laughed. The two jumped to the ground and Cole started walking over to the baseball field. “This is where practice was held.” He said once they were at the diamond. “And this…” Cole ran over to a structure near the bleachers. He walked a few steps down into the structure and urged Kai to follow. “... Is the dig-out.” 

“Wait… it’s a literal dig out? Aren’t there, like, spiders and stuff down here?” Kai asked, nerves growing in his stomach. 

“You’re such a pussy.” Cole sighed, a smile on his face. 

“I just don’t like bugs, asshole!” Kai retorted. “Why did you bring me here, anyways?”

Cole rolled his eyes and walked over to him. He wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him close. They locked eyes and Cole smiled, “This is where I had my first kiss.” He guided them to the windowed wall. “It was with one of my teammates…” He lifted Kai onto the ledge without breaking eye contact. He smiled seductively as he positioned himself in between his legs. “And it went a little something like this…” 

Cole brought their faces close. Kai’s heartbeat quickened as they rubbed their noses together. Slowly, Cole closed the gap, making Kai inhale sharply as their lips met. He pulled Cole closer by his shirt collar, intensifying the kiss. Cole held onto his thighs tightly. 

Cole kissed him slowly, savoring every moment. He moved his hands to Kai’s waist and squeezed, sending a rush up his spine. They held each other tight as their lips moved against one another. Kai’s hands let go of Cole’s shirt and slipped down to rest on his chest. 

Hesitantly, Cole pulled back. He rested his forehead on Kai’s as they tried to catch their breath. “That must’ve been one hell of a first kiss.” Kai joked, making him smile. 

“Okay, it wasn’t exactly like that.” He said in between breaths. Kai laughed and pressed a quick kiss to his lips before pulling his head back. 

“So were you the one sitting or standing when it happened?” Kai asked, snaking his arms around Cole’s neck.

“I was standing, why?” He responded.

“I’m curious. Tell me more. What was it really like?” Kai responded. His nosiness made Cole feel warm inside. Not many people ask him about things like this. 

“Awkward. It was both of our first kisses, so neither of us knew what we were doing. He kept his hands to himself, which felt weird, and another teammate caught us. It was a solid 0 out of 10 experience.” He explained. Kai’s smile grew wider and wider with each word spoken. “What?” Cole asked with a crooked grin. 

“I love learning about you.” He responded. 

“What?” Cole asked, a little confused.

“You don’t talk about who you were before you became a ninja, so it’s nice to finally know.” He elaborated. “It’s nice to hear it from you.” He added. 

Cole thought for a moment. Kai was right, he made an effort not to talk about his childhood. Most of it wasn’t worth telling. “I-- I’m sorry.” He whispered, pulling out of Kai’s grasp. He didn’t know why he apologized, he just didn’t know what else to say. 

“Don’t apologize, Cole.” Kai said sadly. He watched as Cole walked over and sat next to him. “I get it. My past wasn’t the brightest either, but there’s still light in the darkness. What happened after your teammate caught you?” He asked, taking his hand and intertwining their fingers. 

Cole breathed out a laugh. “I quit the team. Turns out, my teammates were homophobic. But I didn’t exactly care. I wasn’t very good at it. If I was in high school now, I’d do football instead. That I could’ve been good at.” 

“Yeah, well you’re a fucking beefcake so I believe it.” Kai joked, making Cole smile. The smile was fleeting. Kai squeezed his hand. “How about you tell me something good. What was your light in the darkness?” He asked. 

“Hmmm… how about you tell me about your first kiss instead.” Cole deflected. 

Kai’s cheeks grew red. “Oh man…” He cringed. “You’re not going to believe me…” He trailed off. Cole looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “It was with Skylor.” He said, shutting his eyes. 

“No. Way! Skylor? It took you that long to have your first kiss?! How??” Cole exclaimed, gesturing with his arms for emphasis. 

“Shut up!” Kai shouted, playfully pushing him. “I lived in a rice farming village with a total of, like, 20 other people! There weren’t a lot of opportunities.” He explained with a giggle. 

“She must’ve been one hell of a teacher, because you’re a fantastic kisser.” Cole said, wrapping his arm around him.

Kai scoffed. “I have no idea what to say to that.” He looked up at him with a goofy frown. There was a moment of silence before they broke into laughter. 

“I guess I have two things to thank her for.” Cole muttered, smiling to himself. 

“What’s the second?” Kai asked. 

“She helped me realize I liked you. I’m bad at knowing if I like someone platonically or romantically, so I honestly wasn’t sure if I actually liked you. Seeing you two together made me realize I did.” He said sheepishly. 

“Jesus, you kept your feelings to yourself for a long time.” Kai said with astonishment. “I realized I liked you when you fell off the Bounty and we thought you died.” He said softly.

“That makes sense, considering you told me after everything calmed down.” Cole commented. 

“Thank god I did, because I doubt you would’ve said anything if you didn’t tell me for that long.” Kai mocked. Cole made a shocked expression, making Kai laugh loudly.

“You really are a bitch, you know that.” He rolled his eyes. 

“Yeah, but I’m your bitch.” Kai said without thinking. “Wait  no! I take that back.” The two laughed until they were out of breath. “So tell me, who was your first boyfriend?” he asked once the laughing died down.

The two talked the entire night. They laughed and learned more about each other than they ever needed to. They got lost in each other’s lives, and soon enough, the sun was rising. “Oh shit… we better get going.” Cole said, jumping off the ledge. 

Kai followed suit and jumped down with him. Before they left the dig-out, he stopped Cole. He grabbed his hands and pressed a sweet kiss to his lips. “This was my favorite part of the trip.” He smiled. Cole wrapped his arms around Kai and smiled back. 

“Me too.” He whispered, pulling him into a hug. Kai relaxed under his touch. As he thought back to all the things they talked about, and all the new things he learned about his boyfriend, he was filled with a happiness like no other. “Let’s go, baby.” Cole whispered, kissing him before letting go. It was at that moment Kai realized he wasn’t feeling happiness, he was feeling love.

---

Kai groaned as he turned his phone off. “Pixal isn’t responding.” He sighed, resting his forearms on the hood of the car. 

“Shit. Well, the house is only a few blocks away, maybe we could push it?” Cole suggested. The two had been trying to get the car started for a few minutes to no avail. “Put it in neutral.” He said, tossing Kai the keys. 

He did as he was told and the two started pushing the car back to the house. “This is ridiculous. Can’t you just carry it?” He complained. 

“Technically yeah, but this isn’t a small car. I think pushing it is our best bet.” Cole responded. 

“Ugh. Fine.” Kai groaned. 

Eventually, he accepted their situation and the two started joking around. The time went by fast and they reached the house before the sunrise was finished. 

“Is that where the phrase ‘getting Kai’ed’ came from?” Cole laughed, putting the spare house key into the lock. He turned it and pushed the door open.

“Yeah and I--” Kai was startled by the lights turning on, revealing Lou standing in the middle of the living room.

“Where have you been, Cole?” Lou asked, anger lacing his words. He looked at Kai, making him grow nervous. 

“I’m going to call Pixal.” Kai muttered, awkwardly leaving the room. 

“We went to the baseball field at my old high school. I wanted to show him the dig-out.” Cole responded nonchalantly. He was doing a good job at hiding his fear. 

“You… trespassed? Why wouldn’t you go during the day?!” Lou said, raising his voice. 

“Dad, calm down. We’re adults, we knew what we were doing.” Cole answered, taking a cautious step forward. 

“Fine, but next time, instead of committing a crime, why don’t you just go when it’s open?” Lou ridiculed. Cole felt anger bubbling inside him. He remembered back to the day before when Kai and him were dancing and how mad his dad got then. He decided to throw caution to the wind and take a big step.

“I didn’t want any people around. I wanted it to be just us.” He explained. 

Lou raised his eyebrow, “… why?”

“Because, Dad--” Cole took a deep breath. “Kai and I are dating. I-- I’m gay.” He stuttered. He watched as rage made its way to Lou’s eyes.

Kai had gotten off the phone with Pixal. She told him she would pick them up when they were ready to go. After hanging up, Kai walked back to the living room, but paused in the doorway when heard Lou yelling.

“You’re… what?!” He snarled.

“I’m gay, and I’m really happy with Kai.” Cole smiled hopefully. “Can’t you be happy for me?” His voice was shaky. Tears were threatening to spill, but he kept his composure.

“Your disgusting little dance party makes more sense now,” Lou said under his breath. “No, Cole. I can never be happy for you. Not for that. My son won’t be a queer.” He barked. Cole’s entire body hurt as the words rang through his ears. 

“You really can’t accept me? You like Kai, and he makes me really fucking happy. He is the best thing that’s ever happened to me! Are you really that much of a dick that you can’t see that?” Cole said desperately. Lou turned to face away from him. “I love him.” Cole whispered, walking closer to his dad. 

“I will not hear of this anymore.” Lou said through gritted teeth. “You need to leave.” He added, crossing his arms. 

Kai’s heart stopped as he heard Cole’s words. It was probably the worst way for him to find out that Cole loved him, but he was glad he knew. His small amount of happiness left as he saw Cole start crying. He quietly snuck back into the room. 

“Dad--” Cole whispered, reaching out to rest his hand on Lou’d shoulder. 

“I am not your dad!” Lou shouted, shoving his hand away. “I’m serious,” He turned around and looked between Cole and Kai. “You two homos need to get out of this house immediately.” He said, walking out of the room. 

Cole was too hurt to move. He knew Lou’s reaction wasn’t going to be good, but he wasn’t expecting it to be that bad. He was sad and pissed and devastated and it was all too much. Tears flooded his eyes as the shock of it all set in. Kai walked over, sadness in his eyes. He hesitantly wrapped his arms around Cole’s shoulders from behind, making Cole cry harder. He turned around and let Kai fully engulf him in a hug. 

Lou loudly dropped their bags on the ground, startling them apart. “I will not say it again. Get out before I force you out.” He said, his anger still very apparent. 

“I’ll grab the bags.” Kai whispered, walking Cole over to the door. He looked Lou in the eyes with rage burning in his body. “You know what, Lou,” He said without thinking, “Cole is a great person, and you’re a slimy little prick who doesn’t give a shit about him and never has. You don’t know how amazing he is because you spent your life trying to change him. And guess what? It didn’t work. He became who he wanted to be, who he needed to be, who he was meant to be and that’s pretty fucking fantastic. There’s a reason he keeps pictures of Lily around and not you. It’s because you never cared to love him the way she did. The way a parent should. I want you to think about that, how badly you fucked up.” Kai spoke coldly, pure spite in his eyes. He aggressively took the bags by Lou’s feet and walked over to where Cole was by the door. Surprisingly, there was a smile on Cole’s face. He opened the door and Kai looked back to see Lou in absolute shock. “And with that, these queers are off. Fuck you, Lou.” Kai smirked, walking out the door. 

Kai’s speech gave Cole just enough confidence to flip his dad off before he walked out. The second the door slammed shut, the confidence left his body. He felt heavy, and a few tears were still falling. He turned around to see Kai with his phone out and the car’s passenger door open.

“Kai--” Cole’s voice cracked as he walked over to him. “I really need a hug.” He cried. Kai immediately pulled Cole into an embrace, putting his phone back into his pocket. He guided Cole’s head to the crook of his neck, and Cole broke down. His knees felt weak and he wanted nothing more than to be asleep and forget the day ever happened. Kai’s heart broke for him. He didn’t know what to do except hold him tight and not let go until he calmed down. 

“I’m sorry I got your shirt wet.” Cole whispered, pulling away after what felt like forever. 

“I do not give one fuck. Not a one, baby.” Kai said in an attempt to lighten the mood. Cole let out a small chuckle as he sat down in the passenger seat. He sat down facing the street. “I texted Pixal. She said she and Zane are coming to pick us up.” Kai told him. He nodded in response. Kai came closer and positioned himself in between his legs. He brought his hands to his cheeks to wipe away the remaining tears. 

Cole closed his eyes, leaning into the touch. He wrapped his arms around him and dropped his head to rest on Kai’s chest. “You make me so happy.” He whispered.

“I overheard you tell your dad something, and I just wanted to say that I love you too.” Kai said, making Cole open his eyes. 

“What?” He furrowed his eyebrows as he lifted his head.

“I love you too.” Kai said again. 

“You… overheard me?” Cole asked. Kai nodded. A smile started to form on his lips as he looked up at Kai. “Kiss me.” He whispered. Kai’s face lit up and he leaned down to softly press their lips together.

One simple tear fell from Cole’s eye. This time, a happy one.

[lunarifie]

Rewatching Ninjago

(With no context other than the episode)

Skybound 1-2

Im gonna be completely honest, out of all the seasons, I remember skybound the most

Maybe because it was the first time the series took Jay away from the comedic role and gave him development

I need everyone to stop calling Nya ‘sweetheart’ or im going to explode them with my mind

OH WAIT I FORGOT

THIS IS THE SEASON THEY GET FAMOUS

I was so caught up on pirates, genies, and Jay being an idiot that i forgot that was a huge factor

I remember I really hated dareth this season

Dareth: Your a boy band! A hunk machine! You dont need a girl in the group!

All the ninja: 😐😑😐

They really called him out on his bullshit

Cole wants nothing to do with the love triangle 😭

God I remember hating this famous ninja thing

Theres was so much second hand embarrassment I had to endure, and now I have to do it all over again

So much unneeded drama

Like yeah, i want the ninja to have recognition, but I dont want them to become popstars 💀

just for them to be appreciated for doing their JOBS

Cole got so giddy learning he can disappear :)

Jay and Zane have weekly chess game nights its canon because I said so

I love happy Cole, yes, your a ghost but your living your best life, LIKE YOU SHOULD.

Cole: remember back in the tomb of the first spinjitzu master? When we all saw the reflections of out future selves?

Cole: When I couldnt see anything, it wasnt because I was a goner! It was because I could disappear!!! (Strikes a pose and disappears) :D

Jay: ohhhh then why dont you make like a ghost and VANISH. 🙄

Hhfkdndjfnd

Be nicer to him Jay 😭

Zane: you still havent told him about the reflection of you and nya, have you?

Jay: And ruin our friendship? No thanks.

I can promise you, Cole couldnt give two shits about having a romantic relationship with Nya. Nonetheless FIGHT you over it

Jay: Either way, she made up her mind. Its just, seeing us together, its all I can think about.

Damn.

Honestly, Nyas anger directed towards Jay is completely valid. If I was perceived by the media as merely an object or prize to be won I’d be fuming.

Its so funny that Kai is all about this ‘fame’ thing. Being the poster board face for lego ninjago at the beginning and having the most merchandise

CLOUSE!

I love reoccurring characters even if Clouse is a little bitch

Misako: They’re growing up…

Wu: Yes, but I like to think ninjago would fall apart without us.

Valid.

its nice to feel wanted

Nya: Are you sending out a CHIRP?!?!?

Kai: UH, my followers have wants too!!!!

KAI GODDAMMIT.

Purple ninja my beloved

I love little kids helping the ninja its my favorite thing

Nya: how long did it take you to make that gi?

Purple ninja: when youve broken both your legs, you have a lot of time on your hands 😊 (slams into an exit door)

Wait wait wait wait

THIS is the rooftop. THE ROOFTOP WHERE JAYA HAPPENS!!!!

Jay: We’re a team! We stick together!

Nya: thanks. But i can stick up for myself.

Cole: He was just trying to be nice 😒

Jay: Dont worry! Its just our ‘first fight’ :)

JAY. CMON DUDE.

Nyas allowed to be stingy but dont take it out on Jay 😭

Coles literally telling Nya to take Jays hand hes had enough of this bullshit 💀

Doesn’t clouse get screwed over by this genie?

Ah, excuse me. Djinn.

I forgot how Cole turns human again but if its anything like Clouses traumatically painful cries of agony then maybe he should stay a ghost…

Kais figurines are actually really cute.

Zane and Lloyd: No traces of clouse…

Yeah bc hes fucking dead

Its common knowledge now that ninjago is one of the 16 realms??? Like citizens know??? That would drive me absolutely insane.

Nadakhan: Delara died?!?

Cyrus borg as the infobot: died, expired, rot, tint, kicked the bucket-

Hfjsbfjsntbr

Cyrus borg: I cant tell you where the realm crystal is! But i can tell you who has it! And where THEY are!

Me: 😐😑😐

Man in stiix: No one here cares for them fruit-colored ninja.

Cole: Um! 🤨 excuse me 😠 what fruit is black 🙄

Jay: blackberries?

Cole:

Cole: shut it jay.

SO THIS IS WHEN THEYRE ALL SEEN AS CRIMINALS

But wtf does nadakhan have to do with this? Can he do illusions or some shit?

NOOOO NOT JAYS PARENTS STOP

I feel like my soul was ripped out at how sad they looked

Nya comforting Jay after he sees his disappointed parents 🥹

Chief: the ninja are at large, they are armed and dangerous. And—and. (Squinting at his script) they have, legs?

Chief: Call law enforcement so we can apprehend them.

Zane, dialing law enforcement: Hello? Law enforcement?

Lloyd: Zanewhatareyoudoing-

Zane: I am programmed to obey the law 🤨 I need to tell them our location.

Stiix citizens: arent you all those ninjas?

Jay: HAHA! Nope! We’re that other group that has a nindroid, a ghost, and a girl…

hfjsjfndjsdhdisnr

Kai: six against six, at least its an even number.

Lloyd: were not gonna fight citizens KAI.

Kai: … dammit…

Jay: how are we supposed to fight back??!?!? Witty banter!?!?!?!

Zane: Statistically your witty banter usually gets us into more trouble 😄

Love how Coles hoodie makes him look more ghostly

Awwwwww nya allowed jay to help her

Theyre growing :)

People of stiix calling them the fruit-colored ninja is the greatest thing

If Lego had the balls they’d call them the fruity ninja

THE CHIEF GOT MISAKO?!?!?

RONIN.

THE NINJA TRUSTED YOU YOU ASSHOLE

This is actually so interesting, i remember the ninja being framed for crimes but I forgot it was this season. And right after they were famous and beloved nonetheless.

Wait is Wu inside Djinns bottle??? Like Clouse???

Misakos so smart she already knows who nadakhan is 😌

Okay but WHY dont they believe misako and the ninja

Like is it THAT hard to believe that a past enemy the ninja defeated can create illusions, and might want revenge????

Do the police legitimately believe, the ninja, known for being stealthy and cunning, are just gonna GIVE their status on social media?????

I guess a clues a clue right

Man they dont give Nya ANY credit. That was obviously her bracelet on the rat too. It was HER plan. Not Kais 😒

Jay. Ik your not this stupid. Nya just said a djinn is bad news. Trust your future girlfriend on this one buddy.

Jay: I know from my reflection that we end up together! Maybe a wish is how!

I mean… hes not wrong.

Lloyd: then we’ll find Djinn in pairs so he cant pick us off.

Jay: (immediately goes to Nyas side with a huge smile)

Cole (popping out of nowhere): Yeah yeah! And Jay and I can look for clues at the scene of the crime where he framed us!

Cole: What do you say buddy, just like old times?

Jay: haha sweeeeeet. Who doesnt like old times 🙃

Kai and Nya: sibling team

Jay and Cole: Bruise team

Lloyd and Zane: actually-get-shit-done team

RONIN YOU ASS

I refuse to believe ronins smart enough to hack into Zanes system.

This must be so scary for Lloyd to just watch his friend go braindead

Dont-mention-Nya-every-time-your-on-screen challenge. Try it out Ronin.

He sucks so much.

Hes a cool villain though.

Ronins really catching them all like pokemon huh

Jay: its the amusement park! So many fond memories. Thats where I unlocked my true potential! Oh oh! And theres where Nya and I had out first date. I bet we’ll laugh about this in the future :)

Cole: ?

Jay: I meaaaaaan, why would she laugh about that! She hates me. 😀

Your giving yourself away Jay

Cole: The djinn can shape-shift! He could be anybody!

Jay: 😨

Jay:

Jay: (sticks his hand through ghost Cole)

Cole:…

Cole: seriously?

Jay: just needed to make sure 😊

RONIN.

Cole after hearing his friends are all captured:

Jay, at ronin: HA! You think u can electrically tie the master of lightning!

Ronin, pointing a cannon gun: Yeah but are you the master of kabloowey 🤨

Cole: You cant see me!!! Im a ghost! Am i here? Or over here!?!? HAHAHA

Ronin: I have thermal vision Cole. 😐

Cole: you do…? (Gets captured)

Ronin really DID catch them all…

The chief: Ninjago is safe once again!

I hope the chief gets fired.

[sunflower-lilac42]

𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹 ; 𝘤𝘤22 ୨୧

➪ summary: cole seeks out his best friend for help to ask out his crush, and it takes her a while to figure out its her he's talking about

➪ warnings: reader is oblivious, crying, cole is down bad bad

➪ word count: 5.1k

➪ file type: fic - reupload

➪ sunny's notes: i think this might be one of my favorites. i love cole sm and i should really start writing for him more

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stand there like a ghost shaking from the rain, rain she'll open up the door and say, are you insane

There was a knock on the door, and y/n jumped up from where she sat in her dorm room. She was living by herself since she needed privacy for the upcoming semester and had a particular way of keeping things clean and organized. She scooted off her bed and landed on the ground with a thud, walking towards the door. 

She peaked through the peephole and looked at the person outside in confusion. She pulled away to open the door and gave the boy a wide-eyed smile, “Hi Cole.”

Cole was dripping wet as he stood there. He had run from the bus stop and then had to stand outside the building waiting for someone to either walk in or out, which was an awkward situation to explain, “Hi, can you please let me in? I used to go here and now I play in the NHL, which doesn't matter but I’m looking for my best friend.”

The girl looked at him in confusion, “Um sure?”

And that’s how Cole was here. Wet and shaking from the rain, “Hi y/n/n.”

“What are you doing here? Are you insane? Don’t you have a game tonight? How’d you get in?”

“I needed to see you, I missed you.”

Y/n pulled Cole into her room and gave him a change of clothes, “Let me go throw this in the dryer.”

When the towel was warm enough she brought it back and threw it at him, “Okay now what is the real reason you’re here?”

Cole shrugged, sitting down on the bean bag she had in the room, “I just felt like something was wrong with you.”

“So you missed your NHL game to come to see me because you had a feeling that something was wrong?”

He nodded, now realizing how weird and stupid that sounded. He gave her an awkward, lopsided, smile, “Yeah.”

She shooked her head, a grin making her way onto her face, “You are fucking insane Cole Caufield.”

“Only for you.” He gave her a wink.

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say it's been a long six months and you were too afraid to tell her what you want, want

The past few months had been nerve-wracking for Cole and y/n. They both knew the time till Cole’s NHL debut was decreasing and decreasing. They made the most of it however, spending every waking moment with each other when they could, staying at each other’s dorms, going out to dinner, y/n going to his games. They were never apart unless they absolutely had to be.

Cole’s feelings had only worsened with the more and more they hung out. Every time he would see her his eyes roamed her figure up and down memorizing what she looked like in case one day he would have to pack up everything and leave. 

He would see her in his jersey - which she custom-made - when she went to his games, she constantly stole and wore his hoodies every time they were together, they had been telling the whole world they were both unavailable even if it wasn’t true. 

Y/n wasn’t the only one who had stolen the other’s things. Cole always had a hair tie on his wrist in case she ever got too hot and needed to pull her hair up or it was blowing in her face and giving her a hassle. He stole some of her larger jackets just because they smelled like her and her scent was comforting. He stole her rings sometimes, the metal around his finger giving him something to fidget with when he became anxious. 

As much as they both would love Cole to be in the NHL they were both worried about leaving each other. They had been friends since childhood, always with one another. Their bond strengthened throughout their younger years, each sticking up for the other when needed, and going to each other’s games.

She wore his jersey at World Juniors, and he wore her jersey at her soccer games (both made by her), both screaming out their support. They would wait for each other in their designated spots after each game, running to hug each other once they laid eyes on each other. They always gave one another a small present, a pin or a sticker, or a piece of jewelry. 

The last six months they both noticed the slightly growing distance between them. They were trying to lessen the hurt of him leaving when it came time. Cole had been more worried about her than he ever had been before. He didn’t know if it was his best friend’s protective instincts kicking on or if it was the deeper feelings that had made him feel like this. 

Despite both harboring unknown feelings for each other, they both knew there was a chance that if the other didn’t feel the same, their friendship could fall apart. They were both afraid of how the outcome would end. Cole’s worries were worse than y/n’s, she had been by his side for so long, never doubting him one step of the way, he couldn’t let his stupid little feelings get in the way of that. 

He had been on his way over to her dorm when he received a text from the girl, ‘Bring ice cream and tissues, please.’

His heart broke slightly at the message, confusion plastered on his face. He typed his message in response, asking if there was anything particularly wrong or if something had happened.

She didn’t respond, just emphasizing her first message. Cole sighed at the lack of communication that was going on before turning around and walking back to the parking lot of his dorm to grab his car and go to the store to pick up her favorite ice cream and the soft tissues she had requested.

While he was there, his eyes caught the leftover Valentine’s Day decorations, candy, and other gifts that were severely messed up from the number of times people had gone through them. He sighed when he saw couples rummaging through remnants of the red and pink objects, teddy bears and other stuffed animals, and heart-shaped boxes with chocolates in them. He could’ve been getting them for her. 

He did end up buying a teddy bear, one from the kids section and not from the Valentine’s Day spot. He grabbed her favorite ice cream and some apple juice, picking up her favorite chips and cookies as well. If she was upset, he was determined to make her feel better. He picked the softest tissues he could find and when he was walking his eyes caught sight of the book section.

He looked down at his watch before making a rash decision to take a peek down the aisle. He spotted one of the books she had been wanting for a while and picked it up before heading to checkout. He bagged everything before running back out to his car and driving to her dorm. 

He was lucky that one of the kids that had lived there was walking into the building when he got there, so he just followed suit behind him. He didn’t want to make her come down and get him when he could’ve easily found a way in. He ran up the stairs, not bothering to wait for the elevator, and knocked on her door. 

Y/n sat on her bed, her blanket wrapped around her as she watched her favorite show. She had tear-stained cheeks and puffy eyes, her nose a little stuffed from the crying she had done. She walked over to the door and opened it, before she smiled at him, “Coley!”

He walked over to her, pulling her into a hug, “Hey, y/n/n. What’s wrong?”

She shook her head before scooting over and patting the bed, “Come sit.”

Cole jumped onto the bed, took the Target bag, and placed it out in front of her, “I got you ice cream, chips, cookies, apple juice, tissues, and that book you’ve been wanting. And I got you a teddy bear.”

Her eyes immediately filled with tears again, clutching the bear in her arms, burying her head into his shoulder, “‘M gonna miss you.” 

The boy furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, “What do you mean? I’m not going anywhere.”

“You don’t know that Cole. You could get the call any day saying you have to go to Montreal. You could leave any day.”

He frowned and wrapped his arm around her, rubbing her shoulder with his thumb, “Is that what’s making you upset?”

She nodded, “I don’t want you to go.” 

He smiled slightly, “I don’t want to go either.”

The two sat in silence before y/n spoke up again, “It’s been a long six months worrying about this.”

“I know.”

And yet, Cole was still afraid to tell her what he wanted.

ू ₒ ु ୨୧ ू ₒ ु

and that's how it works that's how you get the girl

“Start with a romantic gesture. Maybe something from her favorite movie, or something cliche. For example, standing in the rain at her doorstep. Or maybe singing a song in front of a large crowd of people. Or maybe doing one of your fears to impress her.”

Cole nodded as he sat on his best friend’s bed, taking mental notes on everything that she was saying. He had come to her for advice on how to ask out a girl that he had liked for what felt like ages at this point. Despite multiple attempts, the girl couldn’t get out a name, not even a hint about the girl, and that was because he could not let her find out it was her.

“Anything else?”

Y/n nodded as she flipped through the pages in her mind, “She will probably tell you that you’re insane for doing something like that, but… it’s cute. A lot of girls would like a big romantic gesture like that.”

“How would you react if someone did that for you?”

She shrugged, “I dunno. I’m not a fan of public things. That’s embarrassing.” She breathed out a laugh, moving her attention to a stack of books she had to organize.

Cole thought, so singing in front of a crowd is definitely out of the question then. He watched as she rearranged her books on her bookshelf, following her every movement. She had started to talk again, unbeknownst to him. She stepped in front of him, snapping her fingers in his face, “Cole! Cole! Cole!”

He flinched, “What?”

“Pay attention, Cole. I’m trying to help you here.”

He nodded and shook his head of his remaining thoughts, focusing on her, “Okay so… how long have you liked her for?”

He shrugged, “A while, I think. But I think I noticed it about 6 months ago.” 

She nodded, “And you’ve been too afraid to tell her what you want, right?”

He let out a noise in agreement and sat up fully on her bed, “Yeah.”

“Okay, well if you do what I say. You’ll be sure to start dating her in no time.”

“Are you sure?”

“That’s how it works. That’s how you get the girl.” She patted his head and launched herself onto her bed, “What do you want to watch?”

ू ₒ ु ୨୧ ू ₒ ु

remind her how it used to be, be yeah, with pictures in frames of kisses on cheeks, cheeks

Cole was unpacking a box his mom had sent to him, things from home that he might’ve wanted in his new apartment. He felt uneasy going back through some of these things, most of them being something related to hockey. When he got to the bottom of the box he saw a few rectangular objects wrapped tightly in bubble wrap.

He pulled them out, moving the box out of his way. He placed them down before unwrapping the first one. He felt the picture frame and furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, but when he saw which picture it was he smiled. It was from when they were younger, it was their first day of first grade and y/n’s mom made them take a picture. Y/n gave him a joking kiss on the cheek and both y/n and Cole’s mom had captured the moment. He placed it on his nightstand and unwrapped the next one. 

This one was similar to the one before, but this time it was one from his and y/n’s high school graduation. They were both in their caps and gowns still and she was leaning over and kissing his cheek. Cole was holding both of their empty diploma cases. 

Following that one was another one of a similar pose. It had become one of their signature photos. Every year on the first day of school they would do it, but he had only seen a couple of them. Most of them either lived on an old hard drive or were buried deep in photo albums in one of their houses. This one had been when they had just moved into their freshman dorms and they decided to recreate the photo once more. 

He gathered the two frames he just opened and placed one down on the living room table and one in the kitchen. His apartment instantly felt more at home to him. Something to remember his best friend by made him feel more relaxed. 

ﾟ+*:୨୧:*﹤

When she visited for the first time she noticed the pictures immediately, “Where did you get these?”

“My mom sent them to me. I had them in my room back at home.”

She nodded and held the one that he put in the living room in her hands, “We were so little… and cute.”

The two giggled at her comment, “You’re still cute.”

“Thanks, Coley. You are too.”

The two both blushed at each other’s comments before sitting in silence. Y/n smiled sadly when a thought plagued her mind, “I miss how it used to be. Everything was so simple back then.”

Cole nodded, throwing his arm on the back of the couch, “Yeah. We were never apart back then, were we.”

She laid her head on his shoulder, “I miss you, Cole.”

“I miss you two, y/n/n.”

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tell her how you must've lost your mind when you left her all alone and never told her why, why

One week after Cole had left, y/n had fallen into a tiny depression state. They hadn’t gone even a couple of days without seeing each other ever, let alone Facetime each other. Cole had been so busy with flying out to Edmonton making his debut and then having to go to Calgary, before finally being able to settle into his new apartment in Montreal. 

She was nervous for him but she was also nervous for herself. They hadn’t got to say goodbye to each other, she had gotten his text while she was in class that he was leaving. She tried to call him but it went straight to voicemail and she felt defeated. 

On the flip side, Cole had been anxious, not about himself but about y/n. He knew about how she typically handled things when she was alone and most of the time it wasn’t the best thing to happen. When he finally got a chance to breathe and sit in his apartment, he called y/n and she answered on the first ring, “Hi Cole! How’s your apartment? Everything going okay up there?”

He nodded, a smile tugging on his lips when he laid his eyes on her picture on his screen, “Yeah it’s been going okay.”

“Anyone giving you any trouble because I’ll fly up there to beat them up for you.”

He laughed, “I know you would.”

The two went silent for a few minutes, a slight frown gracing y/n’s face, “I’m sorry.”

She tilted her head in confusion, “For what?”

“For leaving you. Especially without warning really.”

Her frown deepened at his words, “It’s not your fault Cole. You were, are, moving on to bigger and better things.”

“But I didn’t want to leave you, y/n/n. I need you to know that. I would’ve stayed for you.”

“I know you would’ve, Cole. But like I said, you’re doing something greater for yourself. I shouldn’t be holding you back from your dreams.”

The words were on the tip of his tongue, but you’re a part of that dream. Yet, he couldn’t get them out. He wasn’t going to be the one to ruin their friendship over something like this, she didn’t deserve it. So he kept his lips shut and listened to her talk about whatever had happened that day, the reason he called, going blank in his mind. 

ू ₒ ु ୨୧ ू ₒ ु

and that's how it works that's how you lost the girl’

“I don’t think she’s into me, y/n/n.”

“What do you mean?”

“I tried what you said but she didn’t even bat an eye to it. She completely dismissed me.”

Sure it was weird for Cole to be talking about his girl problems to y/n when she was the girl he was talking about, but it’s not like she would ever know. Cole was thankful at that moment for his friend’s obliviousness, it came in handy sometimes.

“Maybe she did and she just doesn’t know what to think about it, maybe she’s still trying to figure something out.”

Cole signed on the opposite side of the phone, growing a little frustrated at both himself and her. Why couldn’t he just say how he was feeling, if she didn’t like him then fine they could just move on, try and move past this, “But what if she just doesn’t like me.”

“I’m not accusing you of anything Cole, but did you do anything stupid to make her think differently about you? Or think differently about her feelings toward you?”

“I mean, I did kind of leave her without telling her why…”

“You’re telling me you didn’t tell her you were leaving to go play in the NHL? You just got up and left her?”

“Well when you put it like that, it sounds worse.”

Y/n rolled her eyes, “You probably broke her heart, Cole.”

Cole let that thought sink in, the thought of leaving y/n there all alone in Madison with little to no friends. Of course, she had other friends but she was always hanging out with him. He repositioned himself on his bed and placed his free hand on his head, rubbing his forehead. He didn’t mean to hurt her.

“Cole?”

“I’m such a fucking idiot. How could I do that to her?”

Y/n felt heartbroken for him, he sounded so upset with himself for his actions. She was also heartbroken by the fact that Cole had these strong feelings for someone else, someone who wasn’t her. She tried to keep her composure by staying silent, letting a tear make its way down her face. She wiped it before talking again, “Cole, it’s okay. There are ways to fix these things. Did you at least apologize to her?”

“Yeah, kind of I think? I totally have lost my mind, haven’t I y/n?”

She just shrugged, “I don’t think you ever had a mind, to be honest, Cole.”

He forced a small laugh, “Gee, thanks.”

“Has she talked to you since then? About what happened?”

“No. She hasn’t brought it up. She said she supported me after I apologized but that’s about it. She sounded sad but also a little angry.”

She stayed silent for a minute, “I hate to be the person to tell you this but I think you lost her.”

Cole ran a hand over his face in frustration, letting her words hit him like a truck. 

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and you could know that I don't want you to go

It was the first Friday without Cole and she was sitting in her dorm room. He had made his debut two days ago and she couldn’t even gather the strength to watch his game. She felt horrible about it, she was his best friend, and she should support him through everything. 

She watched the movie that they were planning on watching that day, 13 going on 30. It was y/n’s week to choose, hence the reason why it was a Rom-Com. Cole didn’t mind, he would watch every cheesy romantic movie with her if she wanted to watch it. 

He had a game that day, but once again, y/n had no desire to watch it. It was just another reminder that he was gone, she could only handle so much. She sat on her bed, the movie playing on the TV with a bucket of popcorn sitting on her right side. 

Of course, she had to pick the movie in which the two main characters of the movie were love interests and were best friends. It was like the universe was mocking her of some sort. She couldn’t escape the facts. Her heart sympathized when Jennifer Garner’s character felt as if she lost her best friend to the girl he was getting married to. She couldn’t imagine life if Cole got married to someone else.

It was like a blow to the face watching it. She had the chance to do something but she still sat in her dorm room doing nothing but stuffing her face full of popcorn. Much like Elle in Legally Blonde, when the final scene of the movie came up and Jennifer Garner and Mark Ruffalo got married she threw her popcorn at the screen in frustration, why couldn’t she have that life?

She looked at her phone to see a text from Cole, saying they lost and he didn’t want to talk tonight. He had taken the loss as a burden to himself, being new on the team and not being able to contribute. She was honestly grateful that he texted her that because if he hadn’t she would then have to come up with an excuse on why she didn’t want to talk. 

She scrolled through pictures of her and Cole in her camera roll, tears welling in her eyes. As much as she wanted Cole to go and pursue his dreams, the thought in the back of her mind was being selfish, she didn’t want Cole to leave her. They had been together for so long and hockey just ripped him away from her. She had been so supportive of him so she thought she at least deserved a little bit of selfishness.

She threw her phone across the room much like she had done with the popcorn. She sat there crying as the credits rolled across the screen before Netflix gave her more recommendations on what to watch based on the movie, but she was in no mood to watch another romance movie. She rolled her eyes, tears still streaming down her face. She backed out of the menu before putting on a random stand-up show.

He could’ve known that she didn’t want him to go because, in reality, he didn’t want to go either. However, y/n’s mind was like Cole’s and she didn’t want to ruin their friendship due to her feelings. It felt stupid and silly. They had a perfect friendship so why should she ruin it because of her feelings? 

ू ₒ ु ୨୧ ू ₒ ु

remind me how it used to be and say you want me, yeah, yeah

The clouds covered a majority of the sky, not a star in sight. The moon was visible every few minutes once one cloud passed by before another one came and covered it. When the moon was shining, it shone right into y/n’s dorm room where she sat in her normal state with her blanket wrapped around her watching her and Cole’s favorite movie. 

They had watched it since they were children. Every Friday night Cole and y/n’s families would have one another over for dinner and y/n and Cole would sleep over at each other’s houses depending on where they were that night. They would choose a movie to watch and most likely if they didn’t know, that movie would be the one chosen. 

It had been a month since she last saw Cole. She had flown out to Montreal as soon as she was finished with school, going to his games when she could. She had stayed there for a week or two before going back home for the rest of the summer. It being her first time in Cole’s apartment, she noticed the lack of decorations in it, the only thing really there was pictures of her and him.

She looked around her room and a picture frame caught her eye. Cole was wearing his World Juniors USA jersey, his medal hanging from around his neck. They had just won and Cole was beaming and y/n’s lips were pressed firmly against his cheek. The photo they had been recreating since they were 6. 

She smiled when she saw it and something clicked in her brain. Cole had three of the same picture just at different times in his apartment, and when she saw them she remembered how they used to be, much like now. Continuing to mentally flip through things she had told him, she remembered telling him to make a grand gesture; singing in front of a crowd, standing in the rain-

“Holy shit…”

She jumped out of her bed, the blanket falling from around her shoulders. She couldn’t believe what she was thinking, there was no way that her best friend liked her. I mean she knew that she liked him but Cole Caufield, liking her? It was one of the most unbelievable things that had happened in her lifetime. 

She continued to run through everything and anything that she might’ve told Cole that he could’ve done. Even running through things Cole had done for her that seemed even remotely romantic. He had bought her a book that he knew she was eyeing, he bought her cookies and chips when she didn’t even ask him to. He showed up at all of her games that he could. He apologized for making his NHL debut and leaving her alone at Madison when it wasn’t his fault. 

He bought her multiple gifts for her birthday and Christmas, he dropped everything to make sure that she was okay, he made her food when she was feeling down and felt like she couldn’t do anything, he helped her with her homework and helped her study for exams. He did everything for her and she was just now realizing it. 

She mentally punched herself in the head for not realizing it sooner. He had done so much for her that basically screamed ‘I love you.’ Why did it take her this long to notice? She was frustrated at herself for not doing something about it. She literally gave him the advice to get the girl but she should’ve been following her own advice and picking up on the cues. 

She was quick to book a flight to Montreal and repack her suitcase. She ran out of her bedroom, explaining how much she needed to go see Cole and her mom just gave her a knowing smile before ushering her off with a ‘be careful’ and an ‘I love you.’

ू ₒ ु ୨୧ ू ₒ ु

and then you say i want you for worse or for better i would wait for ever and ever broke your heart, i’ll put it back together i would wait for ever and ever

Flying to Montreal wasn’t something she had on her list. But when she had her epiphany she had to see him, she had to get to Cole. 

Of course, it was raining when she arrived. She did her best to shield herself from the water but ultimately failed with how hard it was coming down. To her luck, her Uber had dropped her off a block away from where Cole’s apartment was. Instead of waiting to get a new one she just walked there, her suitcase in toe. 

She arrived at his house, shivering from the rain. She wrapped her coat tightly around her as she knocked on the door to his apartment. It didn’t take long for Cole to open the door, a bright smile on his face when he opened it, “Y/n! What are you doing here?”

“I needed to see you.” 

“Are you fucking insane? Aren’t you supposed to be going on a trip with your family right now?”

“I needed to see you, Cole.”

Cole let her in, stepping aside to create space for her. She stepped in and before she could even think about reaching for her suitcase, Cole grabbed it and moved it in. She was visibly shaking and Cole pulled off his hoodie to give it to her. 

He took her jacket, placed it in the drying, and directed her to the couch.

“So what was so important that you needed to fly to Canada to see me?”

“Remember when you were asking me about that girl?”

Cole nodded his head, looking confusedly at her, “Yeah? What’s this about?”

“And you remember what I said to you when you asked?”

“Yeah you told me to say I want you for worse or for better, I would wait forever and ever. I broke your heart, but I’ll put it back together.”

She only gave him a soft smile and waited to see if the words would click. It didn’t for at least five minutes, causing the two to sit in awkward silence. Cole’s face lit up when he realized what she was trying to say, “Are you serious?”

“If I wasn't, would I be doing exactly what I told you?”

Cole stood up and walked over to her, grabbing her face, his thumbs rubbing gently under her eyes. He let out a soft breath, still smiling, “Can I kiss you?”

“Do you even have to ask?” He kissed her immediately after that, both of them smiling into the kiss. 

If only y/n was as good at following advice as giving it, they would’ve been in this position so much earlier. 

and that's how it worksthat's how you got the girl

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You were a shy individual. You always had been. Growing up, you mostly kept to yourself in your nerdy fantasy world. It was what brought you joy and security. People were mean, and you didn’t associate yourself with so many people. You only had a few good friends, and that was enough for you. A boyfriend had never been in your life. It wasn’t something you sought after, and you also didn’t think boys liked you in that way.

How your relationship with someone the complete opposite of you started was in pure luck. One of your friends had begged you to pick her up at some party because she was too drunk to drive. She didn’t answer her phone when you had arrived, so you had no other choice than to walk inside.

You were dreading it because she was at some clubhouse that belonged to an MC. An MC wasn’t something you associate yourself with, so you were scared to go inside. But your friend wasn’t answering her phone, and you weren’t one of those people to flop out on someone.

Gathering the little courage you had left, you entered the noisy and crowded room. It didn’t seem like anyone noticed you, which was nice. You scanned the room but found no sign of her.

You walked over to what seemed to be the bar. A man decorated with a few tattoos on his arms sat alone nursing a beer.

“U-um… excuse me… uh I’m looking for my friend Alex. She said she would be her.”

The man had a bemused look on his face as he looked you up and down. “Yea… she went to the backroom with a friend of mine. She will be out soon.”

“O-oh… ok… thank you.” You were about to walk out to wait in the car for her, but the man introduced himself.

“I’m Angel,” he offered you his hand to shake.

“Y/N,” you took it with caution but smiled at him regardless.

“Nice to meet you. You can wait here with me if you want.”

“Uh, yeah, sure.” You sat at the barstool next to Angel. He seemed like an ok man, but you still kept your guard up.

“Yo prospect! A beer for the beautiful lady.”

Beautiful? You never saw yourself as a beauty but just more like a little less than the average girl. Your skin was heating up at him calling you that.

A chubby-looking man served it to you in an instant, he was a little clumsy, but it made you calm down in a way.

“So…”

You grew to like this Angel dude. He seemed like a nice man. He made you feel comfortable right away. He asked you questions about yourself, your interest, and whatnot, and you loved how easy it was to open up to him.

He didn’t seem to mind when you share a bit of your dorky side with him. He loved it. He wanted to know more, so when the time came when your friend Alex emerged from wherever she had been, and it was time to go, he asked if you would be down to go eating lunch with him tomorrow.

You usually didn’t do stuff like this. You had a bad experience with men and didn’t trust them that much, but it was just something about him that made you say yes.

And it was the best decision you had ever made.

The lunch with Angel had gone so well and smoothly, and it only got better from there.

He was the best thing that ever happened to you. You felt so loved and protected with him.

He would indulge in your interests. Watching the newest Marvel movies with you or playing a new game you had been excited about for a long time. Your favorite pastime together would be to binge-watch shows. You introduced him to new ones he didn’t even know existed. Angel loved when you talked nerdy to him. How excited and open you became when you talked about your passion.

He always complimented you on your wardrobe. You dressed differently than the women he usually hangs around with, but Angel loved it. He always told you how cute and innocent you looked and would brag about you to his boys on what a beautiful girlfriend he had.

“Look how cute and beautiful my girl is.”

You also knew how to kick it up a notch when needed. Dressing a little bit sexier and revealing when you wanted. It wasn’t for anyone else but Angel, and he couldn’t keep his eyes away from you when you did. His touches would be all over you in an attempt to go home a little early to have some fun in bed.

“Let’s go home before I take you right here right now in front of my brothers.”

Speaking of fun in bed, Angel was the first man to make you feel seen and comfortable in the bedroom. You hadn’t had that much sexual experience, but with what you had, it was all a horrible time. None of the guys you had been with ever care about your pleasure. So it came as a surprise to you when all Angel wanted to do was give you his.

He spent his time worshipping your body with kisses, licks, and bites, already making you come twice without even having to fuck you before he came to the most important part.

His length lined itself up with your desperate entrance, coating himself with your wetness from your dripping folds.

“Do you trust me?” His eyes looking soft into yours to look for any hesitation in them. He found none.

“With my life Angel.” Your hand tangled in his hair to bring his lips to yours for a brief second.

“I won’t hurt you. I promise.”

“I know you won’t. I’m just nervous.”

“Whenever you want to stop, tell me, and we’ll stop right away, ok?”

“Yes.”

He pushed himself into your warm and tight walls. He needed a minute to calm himself down as not to fuck you completely raw right away.

He kept his pace slow, to begin with, but gradually sped up at the request from you.

Your fingernails clawed at his back from the pleasure he brought you. You were in cloud nine, and you had never experienced something as intoxicating as the feeling of him fucking your tight and wet walls. His thumb coming down to give attention to your desperate clit, making you whimper out at the sensation, your eyes fluttering.

“Hey hey hey, look at me,” he grabbed your chin so that you could focus on him as his hips slammed into you repeatedly.

“Look at me as I make you come for the first time with my dick.”

“Y-yes… please, it fe-feels so good.”

It didn’t take long for the both of you to climb to the end. His expert body was making you both come undone in a matter of minutes.

“Let go for me.”

Your walls convulsed around him as he coated you with his warm seed.

A few tears ran down your cheeks at finally experiencing what sex is all about, feeling good and satisfied.

“Thank you, Angel.”

What came as the most surprise in the relationship was how good you could hold your own when needed. Angel thought that you were just a shy and innocent girl, but when you needed to be strong for yourself or others, you had no problem in doing so.

The first time it happened was when you and he were waiting together for a coffee, and the man in front of you started to get extremely rude to the barista, almost yelling and screaming at her for doing his order wrong. You didn’t hesitate to call him out for being a dickhead and told him that he better get the fuck out.

You weren’t sure if he scrambled away because of you or the big bad biker that you called your boyfriend, but either way, Angel was in shock when he saw what you had done, and it made him love and respect you so much more.

Yes, you were shy and dorky, but when it came time for you to be that strong, badass bitch you didn’t think about it for a second.

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[deluluass]

What bliss, domesticity.

for: @tink2kagome. i’m sorry it took me so long to work on ur pretty setter squad request T^T i’ll probably do like another one in the future! 

  & @lady-tokugawa-of-mikawa @belpomme @chaichai-the-weeb for being such lovely mutuals <3 <3 

Content warnings: rape/noncon; nsfw; yakuza/organized crime; gun mention; a lot of (non-sexual) food references in this one

  Jun’ichi Saikawa was obviously the kind of man who liked to laugh. Not unlike most people in their world. The kind who use their entire body when they do, announcing to the entire world with a bellowing “Ha Ha Ha!” how pleased they are with whatever’s going on in front of them.

  Which, in all honesty, was pretty admirable, that the old man could still do it considering how bored to tears Wataru was. 

  That it’s a humid afternoon didn’t help either. He could feel the sweat on his back even when the doors were already slid open, exhibiting a verdant garden filled with blossoms and shrub peonies. From his place he could see the school of koi swirling in the shallow pond, their scales iridescent under the warm rays of the sun. 

  “Didn’t know you were the funny sort, 'Kaashi!” Saikawa blurted out, the sake in his hand spilling to his fingers.

  This wasn’t Wataru’s first day on the job, but this is the first that he gets to do something this important. And with someone he highly respects, too. 

  So he gave his collar a light tug, steeling himself to endure as he tucked his legs further beneath him, and resorted to thinking about the many things he would absolutely surrender just to lie down on the warm mat. 

  His car, maybe.

  The brand new noise-cancelling headphones he bought, if pushed. 

  Wataru saw Akaashi nod.

  “I appreciate a joke every now and then,” he said.

  The larger man laughed again.

  “Here, here!” Saikawa thundered, snatching a tiny, yellow box from the maid who appeared as swiftly as she’d left. 

  “I heard you like sweets. Here,” he said, grinning as he handed it to Akaashi. “My youngest son just opened a cake shop. I know what you’re thinking, but who am I to say no, eh?”

  Akaashi passed the box to Wataru. 

  “Mind it for me, please,” he whispered.

  How unexpected. Akaashi-san has a sweet tooth.

  Huh. 

  That’s pretty neat. Wataru himself wasn’t partial to cakes, but he does love pudding. 

  “You are a good father, Jun’ichi-san,” Akaashi told him. 

  This time, Wataru didn’t bother suppressing a yawn as Saikawa fumbled for his phone, hiding it behind his hand as he stared at the birds chirping and hopping about outside.

  “Wanna see him? He’s much like you! Good head on his shoulders, that one.” 

  “I am honored, Jun’ichi-san,” Akaashi echoed back, peering down at the photos Saikawa showed him. 

  “He sends me a lot of these- uh,” Saikawa snorted, his nose reddened by the alcohol. “What do young people call it, the- pictures-”

  “Selfies?” Akaashi politely supplied. 

  “That’s the one! Look. Precious, ain’t he?”

  His earpiece crackled to life. 

  Konoha’s voice emerged from the static. 

  “We’re ready when you are,” his senior murmured. “Man, this is taking too long. Let’s get some burgers when we’re done.”

  “Akaashi-san,” Wataru croaked, feeling his cheeks heat up as he continued, “K-Komi-san and the others are waiting for you.”

  Saikawa perked up. “Ah, of course! Of course!” 

  He stumbled when he attempted to stand up. Akaashi was quick on his feet to assist him.

  “I knew I could count on you, son,” he muttered, patting Akaashi’s back. “Now, you tell Bokuto that what happened between us- it’s all in the past! All in the past! And if those bastards mess with him again, you tell him to run to old Jun’ichi!”

  Akaashi clasped Saikawa’s hand.

  “Thank you,” Akaashi said. “I’ll be sure to relay your sentiments to Bokuto-san.”

  “You do that, my boy.” Saikawa’s belly shook as he laughed. “Your generation’s a smart one, indeed. The in-fighting and wars, bah! All that trouble for nothing; that’s not your style. Your lot’s the future now!”

  Then, Akaashi stepped a few meters back and bowed. 

  Wataru followed behind him. 

  “We will be taking our leave,” Akaashi said. “It has been an illuminating talk, Jun’ichi-san.”

  The sound of the bamboo drip trickling water into another stalk permeated through the silence.

  It collapsed and clunked against a stone. 

  He heard the birds flutter away.

  When Wataru raised his head, Saikawa had already been lying face down on the floor. 

  And, of course, Wataru’s used to it: the crack of a gun muffled by a silencer. 

  He’s been practicing his entire life, after all. He actually doesn’t flinch anymore and Wataru thinks he should be proud of himself.

  It’s just that... how could someone who used to be there, suddenly...disappear? Saikawa was right in front of him a few minutes ago. Laughing and showing off photographs of his son. And now he’s...not.

  But, Saikawa didn’t disappear. Not really. 

  The blood seeping through the tatami is proof of it, but Wataru chooses not to look. In theory, he knows what a bullet through the skull looks like. He’d just rather not see today if what he’s taught reflects true in the real world. 

  Maybe some other time.

  “Wataru.” 

  Wataru flinched. “Y-yes?”

  Akaashi looked back at him. “The cake?”

  His body was still trembling and it took a lot of strength to not let it show in his hands when he gave it back to Akaashi, the box pleasantly yellow with doodles of doe-eyed eggs dancing along the handle. Unblemished, unlike Akaashi, who was sporting a splatter of blood along his cheek. 

  It’s surprisingly still cool to touch, too.

  “No, thank you,” he said, rejecting the handkerchief that Wataru offered. 

  From afar, Wataru could hear the faint melodies of an old love song being played by a car radio. No doubt Konoha’s doing. It followed them, growing louder the closer they walked back into the parking lot. The others bowed and sent gruff salutations along Akaashi’s way as they dragged bodies out of the Saikawa mansion. 

  (It was nauseating and Wataru wanted to pass out.)

  He pressed his nails harshly into the meat of his palm. 

  “A-Akaashi-san,” Wataru began. “I didn’t know that- that um, you liked... sweets.”

  Akaashi halted. 

  “No, I don’t,” he said, blinking. “But my wife does.”

  Wataru stared at him. 

  Akaashi went ahead. 

  He stayed that way— staring and wondering, until they stopped by the fast food restaurant that Konoha loved so much. Wataru couldn’t even finish his burger and fries. 

  By the time that they hit the freeway, Akaashi had already cleaned himself up and Wataru was still grappling with the word “wife.” 

  Of course he knows the man is married. 

  But, how, exactly, do you reconcile his reputation with the sight of him, every passing headlight sharpening his features, quietly humming along to Aki Yashiro? Who was longing for Shinjuku at night, the beauty of it, and oh, how wonderful it’d be, she said: a rendezvous with her lover, waiting for her under raining cherry blossoms. 

  Wataru figured that he was tired and starting to see things. 

  That small smile that graced Akaashi’s lips couldn't be real, either, especially those hands of his that held the box of cake like it’s worth more than gold.

He wasn't really particular when it comes to music. A song's a song, in Akaashi's opinion. Another form of noise that helps when the silence gets too overbearing. 

  But you, on the other hand, liked music. Listened to it the same way one eats their favorite food: memorizes the lyrics; goes out of your way to collect unearthed photographs and newspaper clippings that made the singer seem more human.

  You loved music— was probably the right way of putting it.

  Especially the old variety. He didn't get it at first. The sounds are dated; no one speaks in that language with that cadence anymore; the singer's probably dead.

  Well, Akaashi still doesn't get it, if he were to be honest. 

  Yet here he is. 

  His hands were wrapped around your waist, coaxing you into a slow— albeit clumsy, waltz.

  "Kei-kun!" you squeaked. "The dishes!"

  You dragged your slippers beneath you, struggling to wipe the suds off your hands. 

  "S-seriously, Kei-kun..!"

  Sure, he doesn’t fully understand what’s great about it, music. 

  Yet here he is. 

  Perhaps it’s because he immediately recognized the first few notes this time, that’s why he’s doing this. He didn’t even wait for the DJ to finish saying, “You’re still listening to Vintage F.M. Here’s a classic for you couples out there. Have a romantic night with Nat King Cole’s L-O-V-”

  Perhaps it’s because your cream stew tasted extra special that it made him shrug the fatigue off, giving in to the urge of pulling you close and taking your damp hand in his to sway and bob along the skipping bassline. Your bashful objections went in one ear and out the other.

  Sure, he’s not the type to do this, either, dancing. 

  Yet here he is. 

  Perhaps it’s because he knew that it’s your favorite song.

  Perhaps it’s just what marriage does to you.

  "Did you like the cake?" he whispered against your neck, inhaling the scent of cinnamon and the way your skin jumped as he did.

  Your breaths were shallow against his chest, but you managed a soft, “Yes, sweetheart. Thank you.”

  Akaashi caressed your back, kneading the tensed muscles as he huffed. 

  “Good,” he murmured, trembling. “Good girl. What a relief." 

  It was endearing, how offbeat the both of you were. A shame, though, considering that Nat King Cole’s fervently insisting on love; that it’s all that I can give to you; that it’s more than just a game for two. 

  So Akaashi makes up for his two left feet by joining in. He pressed his lips to your forehead. How strange, your presence in his life. What did he do to deserve you by his side, for this contentment that thaws away the chill?

  (He put a ring on your finger, is what he did. He deserves this.)

  “Two,” he droned, made giddy by the sparks in his belly, “in love can make it.”

  You looked at him, wide-eyed. 

  “Take my heart and please don’t break it.”

  He spun you around.

  “Oh my god, Kei-kun,” you gasped. “You can’t sing.”

  Akaashi’s aware of it all too well. He can’t carry a note; not him: the guy who’s had monotony ingrained in his very being. But that’s why he has you.

  A startled giggle left you as he guided you into a box step, the trumpet rising and falling over the strings. You stepped on him a few times, so he lifted you up, just so, and kicked off your slippers. Then, he set your feet atop his own. 

  He took you with him as he moved, waddling and careful not to hit his back against the countertop. It came as no revelation that both of you weren’t any better dancers even after this maneuver.

  Akaashi continued. Starting with L—

  “Is for the way you look at me.”

  “Stop, stop-” Your eyes crinkled at the sides. “You’re flat.”

  Akaashi persisted, anyway, taking your cheek to pepper kisses all over your face.

  “O is for the only one I see.”

  Your laugh was airy— light and buoyant all over the kitchen, like a fairy leaving stardust in its wake. Not gratingly booming nor demanding. After all, you weren’t the kind who felt the need for it: an audience to witness how pleased you are; how strong and powerful you are over everyone else. 

  Besides, your laugh was just for him. A private and intimate thing. And he was so lost in it that he almost forgot what’s been gnawing at him for the entire morning.

  Akaashi rested his chin on your shoulder, nuzzling the downy fabric of your dress as he gripped you by the hips. 

  “Where did you go earlier?” 

  The orchestra was in a joyous uproar, joining the rapid beating of your heart; the trumpet bright and clear, singing in harmony with the bass and saxophones and trombones, as Nat King Cole repeatedly guaranteed, as if an oath, that love was made for me and you. 

  Love was made for me and you.

  “I had to buy some groceries!” you piped up. “We ran out of ingredients. Sorry, I forgot to bring my phone with me. Oh, I have to run you a bath. I’ll tell you when it’s done, alright?”

  You broke away from him with a beaming grin, but Akaashi wanted to ask, despite the evidence of it before him. 

  “Are you happy?”

  It has already ended, the song. The DJ was signing off for the night.

  You nodded, playfully jabbing his arm with a fist. 

  “Of course,” you told him. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

  Perhaps it’s because you were never really good at pretense, no matter how much you hid behind needless noise. 

  Music. Laughter. Running water. 

  Akaashi sighed as he slumped down the nearest stool.

  Of course you’re happy. Why wouldn’t you be?

  After rubbing his eyes with clammy fingers, Akaashi fiddled them together beneath his temples. He released a heavy breath and fished for his phone in his pocket.

  He spoke after the first two rings. 

  “Wataru-san, I’m sorry for bothering you,” he said. “Can you do something for me?”

  His subordinate didn't ask him why, neither did he react when he'd stated his request. Akaashi knew, however, that the question was sitting in Wataru's clipped replies. The boy’s “yes, sir” and “understood, sir” were far too enthusiastic than normal.

  Akaashi didn’t mind, though, if he did ask. And despite that familiar pang of dread, Akaashi would answer him like the common— just like the average, everyday husband— with that characteristic, bordering on irksome pride that they have when they talk about their wives. 

  Why?

  “Well, Wataru-san,” Akaashi would answer. “Perhaps this is just what marriage does to you.”

The house was a house like any other.

  There was an old pickup truck parked outside the freshly painted gate, carrying crates of fruits and vegetables in its trunk. Along the bricked walls was an overgrowth of vines and ferns. It extended around the windows and crept up the balcony.

  A large Shiba ran outside and jumped to your lap as soon as it saw you by the driveway.

  Wataru heard Chiaki stir at the back of the car.

  “Pay up, asshole,” he grunted, waking a disheveled Ryota who’s still holding a half-bitten melon bread.

  His lackey cracked his neck and gave the scenery a cursory glance. “Could be a front.”

  Ryota grumbled and went back to sleep.

  “Idiot,” Chiaki clicked his tongue. “She traveled all the way to Miyagi just to give intel? And here? Of all places?”

  Three days. 

  They’ve tailed you for three days. Akaashi-san never said anything else, besides that within the week, while he’s gone and sealing deals in another country, there was a high likelihood of you folding and getting out of Tokyo. 

  To run right here. In Miyagi.

  He didn’t say why, really, but Wataru supposes it’s better that he didn’t. Because during the days of absolute, mind-crushing boredom, of watching some suburban wife go out for a morning walk, chat with her neighbors, and shop around the market, rinse and repeat, coming up with the Why had been their only salvation.

  The betting pool has two answers: cheater or snitch.

  Chiaki was insistent on the former, while Ryota stood by the latter. 

  And Wataru...Wataru could only watch, waiting with a bated breath as the door finally opened.

  “I bet it’s someone younger,” Chiaki said. “Usually is.”

  Seems that none of them were winning anything today.

  The man who emerged from the house was far older— who, oddly enough, resembled you. An  old woman soon followed behind him. Both of them looked at you as if they were witnessing a specter, or someone who's crawled back from the dead. An appropriate comparison, especially since they’re both wearing somber black clothes.

  It wasn’t his place to assume. Though he’s been promoted to a slightly higher position, it will never come close to the place that Keiji Akaashi occupies. Wataru knows all of these, but nothing was stopping him from putting the pieces together, no matter what little he has.

  They could only stare when all of you broke down into tears, locked in each other’s embrace as you knelt on the pavement. 

  Don’t let her stay too long.

  That had been one of Akaashi-san’s orders.

  So the three of them didn’t wait it out. By the time that the sun had set, Wataru had already stepped out of the car, taking Ryota with him. He made sure to remind the boy, just in case he’d forgotten.

  “Be gentle, alright?” Wataru reiterated.

  There hadn’t been any need for that, it turned out. 

  He’s sure you’ve never met before, but Wataru saw bitter understanding flash in your eyes when you caught them loitering in front of your house. Fear was there, too, of course. 

  Wataru was convinced that surely it’s a good thing. It saved everyone a lot of time, that way.

  You didn’t even say a word, only giving Wataru a stiff nod when he’d introduced himself, and remained like so on the ride back to Tokyo, with the strap of your handbag trapped by a clenched fist. Wataru didn’t try to initiate small talk; it felt unnecessary.

  It took a while for Wataru to realize that you also hadn’t bothered to change out of your pajamas, though he gave you a couple of minutes to say your farewells. 

  Pajamas, obscured now by a thick, gray coat. 

  Akaashi-san was right.

  You had no plans of coming home. Not tonight. Maybe not for a while.

  Wataru decided not to linger on it anymore. 

  He ignored the blank stare that pierced right through the rear-view mirror. And then, Wataru wondered, hand sweating in his pocket, what the three of them should have for dinner.

Thick chunks of pumpkin melted in your mouth with just the first spoonful of broth. 

  It'd been a while since the last time Akaashi cooked. So, more than anything, it was the sight of him setting plates and utensils that took you aback, greeting you with a, "Welcome home. You're just in time. Food's ready," his sleeves rolled to his elbows while donning your baby owl-printed apron. 

  The taste didn't. Surprise you, that is. He's a good cook. Unlike you, who only became marginally better one hundred burn scars later. 

  It also didn't surprise you that he flew back home at the drop of a hat. Even when he said he'd be gone for a week.

  "How is it?" Akaashi asked after chewing. "Took me a while to make it."

  It obviously did, you thought. When you arrived, Irma Thomas was already begging through the record player.

  "Do you need me, like I need you?" she implored, straight from the heart. "Look at me, I'm crying from holding you." 

  The last song on your favorite record. It was cheap and had the best from the artists you loved. 

  Etta James. Ella Fitzgerald. Aretha Franklin. The Mills Brothers. Bessie Smith. All in one vinyl.

  "Yeah," you replied, clearing your throat when you realized how hard it is to speak. "It's delicious."

  You looked back down to your bowl. The  tofu had gone untouched. Your food was still close to spilling to the brim, while Akaashi was almost finished with his, scrolling on his phone laid on the table.

  "So no one coaxed you into it," you heard him say, and that had ripped your eyes away from the broth like a bandage on an infected wound.

  Akaashi was holding your phone, reading the messages- his number was the only one there, as pealing bells resonated in the dining room. 

  "I'd think of all the things that I wanted of you," cried Irma Thomas. "To make me forget the pain that you caused."

  "I would've known if anyone else talked to you, anyway," he huffed, locking the screen before blowing steam off the morsel. 

  "You would," you conceded. The tofu was soft when you bit into it, sinking into your teeth.

  "I found that in our cabinet. Last time it was in the kitchen drawer, wasn't it?" Akaashi helped himself to a bowl of rice. "Don't leave it in stuffy places. What if you forget where you hid it and you won't know when I call?"

  "And I can no longer keep track of where you are for every moment of the day?" you could hear him say. Though he didn't; though all that could heard, besides the scraping of utensils, was Irma Thomas declaring:

  A fragile thing, like life. It just don't last so long.

  It could be for a minute or an hour. Or then again, from now.

  Your lips tightened with a grin. "I won't do it again, sweetheart," you said, spoon hanging limply in your hold.    

  He didn't need to say it. 

  That your phone has a tracker. That this house is still the same cage that it'd been before. That the only difference between then and now is that silver band on your finger.

  Akaashi’s blinked back at you as he sipped  what remained of the soup. You tried to do the same.

  The savory taste was cloying and it burned in your throat, so you didn't attempt to finish the bowl. It cut down to your heart, sinking heavily on your stomach, bile rising as the song came to a close.

  You gulped it down, though. You had to. And in the final moments, Irma Thompson told you what she really wanted. 

  "Make me forget," she said, "the pain that you'd caused."

  The chorus joined her. "Understanding is a great thing," she concluded. "If it comes from the heart."

  Akaashi was on his own phone this time. Most likely checking on the business that he left, judging by those furrowed brows and that long-suffering look in his eyes.   

  Fizzling noise came at the heels of the fading music. Then, it stopped. And there was nothing left anymore but silence.

  It's over now. Akaashi’s making a move to clean up. You were supposed to say, "That was a lovely dinner, honey." Or, you could tell him to sit down and watch a movie with you when he's done. 

  "I'll help you with the dishes," you wanted to say. 

  I'll help you with the dishes. It was so easy to say. 

  Instead, what came out of your mouth was a hushed call for his name.

  "Kei-kun," you repeated, brittle and weak and dry.  

  "I'm so sorry," you might've mouthed. 

  You could barely hear your own voice as you looked at him. Akaashi paused from tidying the table. 

  You're parched and a lot has happened today. Gathering the courage to take that first step out of the city had taken what little strength you had. The fear never left you. Seeing your old house almost ended you. 

  It should be physically impossible for you to still be able to cry. And yet there doesn't seem to be an end to your tears now, the same way your apologies unfurled in an embarrassingly infinite string.

  "Don't lock me inside here again," you whispered, clinging to him as he shushed you, wiping your cheeks with his thumbs as he helped you drink a glass of water.

  He carried you to your room and sat you down on the bed, right between his thighs. You sobbed into your hands, tears and snot on the sleeves of your pajama top.

  "I- I just wanted to see them. That's all. Just one day, Kei-kun. One day. I was gonna come back, I swear." 

  You're rambling. You're a madwoman pleading and bargaining with a stone-cold judge because playing house is the only thing keeping her alive. 

  And you messed that up you foolish, foolish girl.

  "Please don't hurt my family," you heaved. "They're all I have left."

  Akaashi doesn't speak, not for a while, but when he did, you bawled harder.

  "I can kill them all," he said, matter of factly. 

  It is true. Hearing him say it does not make it easier to take, though. 

  "I can hurt you the same way that you hurt me."

  Your neck strained as he tipped your chin towards him with a slender finger. 

  "I can break you," he muttered, not batting an eye.

  That, too, is true. You know it all too well. He said it with such serenity, still and undisturbed by the shaking of your head, because it goes without saying. 

  Except, you, too, know it. 

  When he is breaking. When he is falling apart.

  He smothered you, taking your entire body to curl against you, making himself small as he pressed his face on your back.

  "Yet- and yet I-" Akaashi sniffled. You felt your shirt dampen. "I've given you everything."

  When he finally brought his face close to yours, he looked so lost. Almost like a little boy who's on the verge of drowning,  clinging desperately onto a lifesaver and too shocked to shout for help. 

  You hated him all the more for it.

  "Each other," he said, snarling, almost, through tears as he grabbed your face with both hands. "That's all we have left, you hear? You and I. Husband and wife."

  He seized your jaw and turned it towards the vanity mirror.

  The room was dark save for the light in the hallway, peeking into the crack through the doorway. 

  But you could see yourself. And you could see your hand intertwined in his, your rings gleaming like muted starlights. 

  "We made a vow," he whispered, kissing your ring finger. 

  A detached part of you is astonished with how inescapable it is. Whether it be a reward or a punishment; a good day or a bad one.

  No matter what happens, you always end up like this, don't you? 

  Begging to him with your legs spread wide.

  You did as you'd always done when he began unbuttoning your top. 

  You go back to that autumn morning, when you first laid your eyes on him, a cup of coffee in his hand, and you thought that he had the prettiest face you'd ever seen.

  You go back to when he was just this really romantic guy who sent you flowers every day. There was a letter, every time. 

  Nothing too grandiose. Just short messages hoping that you'd have a great day ahead.

  He kissed your neck, wet smooches and long, flat-tongued licks dipping down your shoulder.

  He watched you through the mirror, his eyes a pair of darkened blues daring you to look away.

  Akaashi Keiji was your boyfriend, you told yourself. You dated him for quite some time before you married.

  Akaashi Keiji got along well with your father and doted on your mother. On Sundays, you visit them and they send you back to Tokyo with ripe watermelons. 

  Akaashi Keiji has never hurt you.

  The man tracing the hem of your bra, cupping your clothed tits and drawing lazy circles over nipples, however, did.

  (And he still will in future. He still is, right now.)

  This man is the real one. 

  And you have angered him, so he will not make this easy for you.

  "What did you promise me?" Akaashi whispered as he lightly bit the shell of your ear. "Or have you forgotten?"

  Of course, you haven't forgotten. You were chained to this very room when you made them, after all.

  "N-no, I remember," you said, catching your breath. "I remember, Kei-kun."

  "Then say it," he said. "Look at me."

  You shivered as his palms swept over your  stomach; as he unfastened your bra, letting it fall down your arms.

  "Look at me when you say it."

  You felt your nipples harden, gooseprickles spread all over you, as the air hit your bare skin, cooling the sweat that made it glisten.

  "Please," he rasped.

  The eyes of the woman in the mirror was hooded, threatening to close as she puffed with each squeeze and caress to her tits, swiveling her hips against her husband’s crotch as he grinded into her. 

  "I will be happy," she said.

  Akaashi nuzzled your temple, using his rough fingers to tease your nipples just as he did, brushing them to and fro, then grazing the bumpy skin around until you're squeaking out his name. 

  And when he began pressing down on the stiff peaks with his thumbs, before rolling and pulling at them, the heels of his palm digging into your tits, you saw the woman claw at her husband's hair, a graceless affair that almost scratched his eye out, making him reach for both her arms to wrap them around his neck. 

  "I- I will..!" Her lips parted in a breathless scream and it was disgusting how lewd she appeared. "I will not run away!"

  The streak of tears on his cheeks touched yours when he kissed you. His lips were soft and warm, his wet tongue gliding in so slowly as he deepened the kiss with a throaty groan.

  His other hand crawled down to your soaked panties. You couldn't contain the mewl that left you.

  Both of you gasped and struggled to breathe again after you parted from each other.  

  "You understand, don't you?" he rasped.   

  Two of his fingers slid down your folds, only to slither back up, then down again, smearing your cunt with its own slick.

  But he never touched your swollen clit, even though it's throbbing and aching to be rubbed and the hard bulge sitting between your ass grew harder the more you squirmed in his hold, whimpering like a bitch in heat.  

  You heard your husband sigh, his hot breath tickling you when he said, "This isn't about you now."

Belly pushed into the edge of the dressing table, rattling and battering against the wall with each forceful thrust, and your leg perched atop it, made numb by Akaashi's grip on your thigh.

  That was the first thing that you could recall when you opened your eyes.

  But your entire body was screaming in pain, so you knew that everything else that happened last night would come back to you soon enough.

  The flesh had a memory of its own. 

  You sat up with a groan and you didn't have to see the marks to know.

  His teeth were still nipping at you, biting you until they drew blood, only to follow with an apologetic lapping of his tongue. 

  You could feel him beneath you, his hands clawing you down to him, palms kneading your ass cheeks as you bounced up and down on his cock.

  You could feel him above you, gripping your wrists not unlike the cuffs that once kept you shackled. He had your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling you close to him, filling you up with loads and loads of cum, squelching every time he sank down your weeping hole.

  And when your vision began to blur at the edges, he carried your body, mere seconds into fainting, to the dressing table. 

  The evidence of that stared back at you in shameful streaks and smudges, traces of your fingers on the mirror when he rammed your cunt from behind.

  "Are you happy?" Akaashi whispered.

  You don't know. 

  When he's just your husband who comes home to your arms and brings you sweets because he knows how much you love them; who dances with you in the kitchen and listens intently to you when you talk about that cute dog you saw at the park, were you happy, then?

  You don't know, but the woman in the mirror, in that moment, surely was.

  She even said, "Yes, yes, Kei-kun, right there, fuck me right there!"

  Her pupils were blown wide, eyes rolling almost over to the back of her head. And despite the cries that escaped her, there was a wide, dissipated smile on her lips,  spit trailing down her chin.

  "Look at you," Akaashi said, grunting when your walls tightened around his shaft. "You're clearly happy with me."

  "So why? Why'd you even think of leaving?" He rocked his hips, grinding his thick cock against that spot that had you holding onto the mirror. "Don't ever do that to me again." 

  You told him no, no, you won't run away again, but it didn't seem to placate his unease, nor his tears.

  "I'm so scared, everyday, that you'll leave me and- and- it feels like hell. I would rather die." 

  He kissed your nape as he huffed and said, "Because I don't know what I'll do without you."

  You never really understood why; what about you had caused him to single you out in the sea of people that had vied for his attention. Especially now as you looked at yourself in the mirror.

  There were dark circles under your eyes and Akaashi’s t-shirt was rumpled on your body, engulfing you whole with its size— a far cry from that lovely, dazzling bride that his best friend, Bokuto, had described you as on your wedding day. 

  But you’re aware, more than anyone, that Akaashi Keiji is the last person to care about appearances. 

  When he entered the room, carrying a tray in his hands, he gazed at that disheveled girl with eyebags big enough to be dragged around the same way he looked at her when he waited for her at the end of the aisle.

  “I made you pancakes,” he muttered, clearing his throat as he sat down beside you.

  You were tired so it didn’t dawn on you as quickly as it should that he made them the way you preferred. Four fluffy pieces stacked atop one another, sprinkled with powdered sugar, whipped cream and a smattering of berries on the side.

  He fiddled with his fingers when you only stared at it, so you immediately took the fork in your hand and sliced the pancake in half.

  “I’ll be taking some time off work,” Akaashi said as you took the food in your mouth. You only nodded, having noticed that he wasn’t wearing the usual bespoke suit as soon as he entered the room.

  You felt him near you; felt his hand, warm to touch, cup your face.

  “I didn’t mean to hurt you.” His eyes were misty and, this close, it seemed that he, too, wasn’t in a good shape. “So please-” Akaashi licked his chapped lips, “Please don’t go.”

  “I won’t,” you replied, giving him the smile that you knew he needed. “I promise.”

  Then, as you moved to kiss him on the cheek, the chains that tethered you to the bedpost clinked softly beneath the blanket, and you didn’t bother to keep the tears at the bay.

  Akaashi wiped them for you when you said that you loved him. And when he asked why, you only shrugged and told him that the pancakes were so sweet that they could make anyone cry. 

[watchmegetobsessed]

Celebrity crush - Tom Holland

just a little something i thought about today!

word count: 3.1k

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“So this is how it’s gonna go. We’ll give you two options to choose from, you’ll say who you would rather choose to be your man, we’ll keep him and you’ll get a new face on the other side. Clear?” Ellen explains the game of ‘Who’d you rather’ to you as you nervously sit in the comfortable armchair. You shoot the audience a nervous look nodding your head.

“Sounds cool,” you clear your throat bracing yourself to whatever is about to come.

“Great, let’s see our first candidates!” she announces and you turn to the huge screen behind you when two faces appear next to each other. “We have Liam Hemsworth and Ansel Elgort. Who do you choose?”

“Um, tough start, I’ll go with Liam,” you say nodding to yourself. You’re satisfied with your choice.

“Alright next up we have Liam and…” Ansel’s face disappears and it’s replaced by a photo of Dylan Minnette.” Liam and Dylan!”

“Dylan is a cute guy, but I think I’ll stick with Liam.”

“Okay, Liam stays. Let’s see the next one,” Ellen nods and Dylan’s face is now replaced by Harry Styles. “Oh my! Harry or Liam?”

“Oh definitely Harry,” you say before you could even stop yourself from talking and the audience laughs, but totally agrees with your choice. “Just look at him! And I think you purposely used a picture where he has long hair. That was iconic.”

“He really did have all the looks,” Ellen agrees. “Okay, so we have lost Liam, now we are rolling with Harry. Let’s see the next contestant.”

As the picture changes on the screen your answer comes faster than you could even think about who you want to choose.

“Tom!” you snap immediately as Tom Holland’s photo appears on the big screen and the audience starts clapping at your fast response.

It’s been an open secret in your team that your absolute number one celebrity crush is none other than Spider-Man himself. You’ve seen all of his movies numerous times and on your latest birthday your friends even put a shirtless photo of him to your cake. You obviously didn’t post that one, but it did take a better place in your heart than the other, plain one.

“That was… pretty fast,” Ellen smirks at you and you can feel your cheeks growing warm at how unfiltered you were.

“I’m just a big fan of his,” you tell her, but your face gives you away.

“Who isn’t? Okay, let’s see the next one. Tom or Nick Jonas?”

“Tom,” you say without even giving Nick a second thought.

“Seems like we are picking up the pace of the game. Alright, Tom or… Zac Efron?”

“Tom.”

Ellen laughs at your eagerness to keep Tom, but she keeps going for two more rounds where you keep choosing Tom over Cole Sprouse and Taron Egerton, until his photo finally moves over to the middle as the winner.

“So I guess we have a winner over here. You didn’t seem to be willing to even look at anyone after Tom.”

“I told you, I’m a big fan of his,” you tell her with a shy, but flirty smile as you fix your designer dress and cross your legs.

“Have you—Have you ever met him?”

“Unfortunately not yet, but I’m hoping our paths will eventually cross. I’m a Spidey fan, seen all the movies and he is definitely my favorite so far.”

“What would you tell him if he was here now?”

You are quick to turn around and check he is not creeping his way up to you right now. You can never know what Ellen has in store for you, she is the queen of surprises when it comes to her show.

“He is not here, don’t worry,” she laughs as you sit back with a relieved sigh.

“I had to make sure,” you chuckle. “Anyway, my message to him is that if he ever wants to come and see my show, I can get him a free backstage pass,” you say and then flirtatiously wink at the nearest camera as the audience starts cheering.

“Tom, I hope you’re watching this and you are gonna take the next step. Y/N is waiting for you!” Ellen smirks before moving on with the second part of your interview.

Few days after the taping the interview finally airs and the internet goes crazy over your crush on Tom Holland. Your fans even make memes and montages of the two of you, some of them make you laugh hard when you are scrolling through your feed on your rehearsal.

To be honest, you thought it would be the end of the story, you quickly moved on since you had a sold out show next Saturday and you were in and out of rehearsals in the upcoming days, not even paying a second thought to what went down at the interview.

Saturday afternoon you are sitting at makeup when Rita, your manager walks in with the widest grin on her face you’ve ever seen.

“What’s gotten you so happy?”

“Guess who I just gave three passes to?”

You think to yourself, but don’t really have a valid guess. Unfortunately, Rita doesn’t want to give out the information that easily.

“Okay, if you can’t guess you’ll have to see it yourself. Pay extra attention to the VIP sector on the right tonight,” she hints before walking out.

“Rita! You can’t just not tell me!” you shout after her, but she is gone.

She successfully made you go crazy over who is going to be in the audience tonight, but also made sure no one gives you the info before the start, so you have to see it during the show.

“I fucking hate you,” you growl at her as you stand behind the stage, getting ready to start. The intro is already playing and the hairstylist is finishing up your hair one last time.

“Make sure to put extra effort into the Harder choreo today,” Rita winks at you and you scoff at her. Harder is one of your steamiest songs, and the dance you perform on stage is definitely a hot one where you truly feel like a badass woman in your tight, revealing costume.

The show starts off great, the crowd is going crazy and you are grateful to be with your fans tonight, but your eyes keep wandering over to the side where you are supposed to see the mysterious guest, but the lights are too bright for you to see anything other than pitch black. All lights are dimmed when Harder comes on and the red lights give just the perfect heated atmosphere the song needs. You’re wearing your skintight bodysuit and knee high boots, hair let down as you do your sexy dance with your female dancers in the back. In the middle of the song you go over to the right side where you are supposed to do a short routine on a chair, one of your favorite parts in the whole show. Singing the lines you sit down to the chair that was already waiting for you and just as you open your knees wide your eyes meet a familiar gaze and you almost forget to sing.

Tom Holland is standing in the VIP section with his pass hanging from his neck, he has his two brothers with him, but you pay little attention to them as you keep performing with your eyes glued to his handsome face.

Taking Rita’s advice you make sure the rest of the choreography is as sexy and heated as possible and you occasionally keep glancing in Tom’s direction who seems to be enjoying the show. It gives you the boost to bring the best out of yourself, he is smirking with amusement in his eyes and you catch him say something to his brothers from time to time who just nod in agreement. You’d die to know what his words were, but you can only hope he’ll come backstage after the show and you can ask him yourself.

By the end of the concert you are bursting from energy and this show will definitely be in your top ten for the rest of your life. You’re panting but grinning widely as you run off the stage and do a quick group hug with your dancers, something you never miss after every show as an appreciation and celebration of the good work you just did.

As you head to your dressing room you spot your manager who has a devilish smile on her face and you almost start lashing out on her, but then none other than Tom Holland shows up coming from the arena. You stop in your way as your eyes meet, eyebrows running up on your forehead when you see the big bouquet of flowers in his hands. He gifts you with a soft, shy smile, the one you’ve seen so many times on the big screen, but it’s a thousand times sweeter in real life.

“Hey!” he greets you waving in your way, as if you haven’t seen him. You don’t see anyone else in the room, to be quite honest.

“Hi! I… didn’t know you were coming tonight,” you admit tugging your hair behind your ear and you wish you felt less sweaty and smelly. You can only hope it’s not as bad as you think.

“I took your invitation serious,” he chuckles making you smile.

“I honestly didn’t think you’d ever see that, sorry if it was… too silly or something,” you tell him with a nervous laugh. It wasn’t in your plans to face him so fast after you admitted to the whole world that you have a fat crush on him.

“Well, it was hard not to see it when literally everyone was tagging me in posts about it.” He then realizes the flowers are still in his hands and steps closer. “Oh, I brought these for you. I hope it’s not too big of a cliché, but I wanted to give you something after the show.”

“That’s so sweet, thank you!” you tell him completely touched by the gesture as he hands you the beautiful bouquet. “Did you like the show?” you innocently ask, his look imprinted in your mind as he watched you in awe from the audience.

“It was fantastic! Really, mind-blowing. All the dancing and everything, I didn’t even know where to look.”

“Well, I saw you looking at me pretty often,” you flirt and hope you’re not being too bold. But there’s no way you are wasting this chance with Tom Fucking Holland, your all-time favorite Spider-Man and #ManCrushMonday. Though you haven’t posted about the latter, but you definitely thought about it before.

His cheeks turn red as he laughs nervously, scratching the back of his neck.

“Well, it was hard not to look when you were so breathtaking, to be honest.”

You can’t stop yourself from smiling like a teenage girl at the compliment. Even an idiot could feel that there is in fact something between the two of you and you truly hope he is feeling the same and it’s not just your crush talking from you.

“Hey, you guys should take a picture together,” Harry suggests and you suddenly feel ashamed you haven’t even acknowledged the twins’ presence.

“Oh, yeah, sure! But you guys should come too!” you tell him, but Tom is quick to differ.

“No!” he protests and you give him a surprised look before he corrects himself. “I mean—Let’s take one alone and then with the boys.”

“Okay,” you smile, and judging from the laugh his brothers try to hide you know his reasoning behind it. “I’m sorry if I’m sweaty and all,” you apologize as he stands next to you, curling an arm around your waist while you do the same and hold the flowers with your other arm.

“I think I’m just as sweaty after that show you just put out,” he admits and you can’t hold you laughter back.

Harry takes a few shots of the two of you before he and Sam joins you and a crew member takes a few group photos.

“Well, thank you for coming, I’m glad we got to finally meet,” you tell them, thinking about how you don’t want to part your ways so soon, but you have to start getting ready to leave.

“Me too, it was something to remember forever,” he admits with that same shy smile. “Hey, so I heard the big news that you’ll be performing at the Oscars!”

“Yes, it’s unbelievable! I’m so nervous just thinking about it!” you admit. It’s kind of an understatement, you’ve been practically shitting yourself ever since Rita broke the news for you that you’d be one of the performers at literally one of the biggest events all year.

“Congrats and… I guess we’ll meet in a week then.” The smile on his lips lets you know he is counting on seeing you on another occasion and you are happy he is on the same page as you.

“I guess,” you nod chuckling.

“Would it be too straight forward if I asked for your number maybe? Just to make sure we will meet that night.”

“Strictly for that reason,” you nod with a playful smirk as he hands you his phone and you type your number in quickly.

“I can’t wait to see you again,” he tells you as you hug goodbye to all three of the boys.

“Same here,” you nod before turning around and heading back to your dressing room.

 ***

 The Oscars is just as nerve-wrecking as exciting it is for you. It’s you first time doing such a huge performance and you definitely don’t want to be remembered for giving the worst show of all times. You smile your way through the red carpet even though you could break down in tears any minute. You’ve never felt this nervous before and you don’t like the effect it has on your mindset.

Sitting in your dressing room you are getting ready since your performance is just twenty minutes away. Your glam and outfit is completely done, but you just don’t feel the same in your thoughts.

From a sudden idea you send a text to Tom. It’s been an entire week since the show he attended and he texted you before you could even get back to your dressing room and you’ve been going back and forth ever since. He even FaceTimed you one night and you had a two hours long conversation about the most random things. Tom is easy to talk to and this is exactly how you imagined him. Your crush on him has just grown since you met him in real life. In this moment you feel like he is the person you want to talk to, but you doubt he even has his phone on him.

For your biggest surprise a reply arrives just seconds later.

“I’m on my way to you.”

It takes you a few moments to process that he indeed just left his seat at the Oscars to come and calm your nerves. Just about two minutes later there’s a soft knock on the door and after you call out, Tom appears in his perfectly fitted suit, looking better than ever and for a split second you forget everything and just think about how damn good he looks in a suit. When you return to reality panic sets back in and Tom can see it all in your eyes.

“Hey! Why are you so upset?” he gently asks as he steps closer to you taking your hands in his.

“I’m just so fucking nervous, what if I mess it up?”

“You won’t.”

“How do you know?” you whine, already seeing the worst things happen to you out there.

“I just know. I know, because you are literally the best. No one else deserves more to be here than you, alright? They asked you for a reason.”

“I’m just so scared something goes wrong,” you sigh, head hanging low, but he is quick to lift your chin up and make you look in his eyes.

“Everything will be alright. And if something do happen… I’ll just jump up to the table and pull my pants down so everyone will look at me and forget about what you messed up,” he tells you in an attempt to make you laugh and it works.

“That would be pretty funny.”

“Yeah? Do you want me to do it anyway?” he asks chuckling.

“No, keep your pants up,” you tell him shaking your head.

The door opens and an assistant pops his head inside.

“Y/N, we need to go, you are starting in five.” You nod your head and turn back to Tom.

“Can you come with me?” you ask him.

“Of course! Do you want me to stay at the side and wait for you?” You nod again, still feeling a little lost, but way better than before Tom arrived. “Alright. Let’s go then,” he smiles at you and the two of you walk out hand in hand.

He walks you all the way to the stage where you get your mic and earpiece, telling you encouraging words all along, calming your nerves as if it was his magical power.

“You got this,” he tells you, squeezing your hand one last time before you head out to the stage.

He was right, you got this. The song you performed was an excellent choice and the audience seemed to love the visuals and the dance. You get a standing ovation at the end and you almost start crying right there. You rush off the stage and immediately spot Tom still standing at the same spot you left him, his eyes and smile filled with pride and glory and your legs are just pushing your forward until you are in his arms, holding him tight, squeezing him happily as you squeal joyfully.

You lean back and your eyes move down to his lips the same time his gaze travels down to yours. In just a heartbeat you lean forward and your lips meet in a sweet, victorious kiss you’ve been waiting for so long. You melt into his lips, fingers tangled in his perfectly made hair as his palms lay flat on your bare back where the dress is not covering your shivering skin.

It takes quite some time for the two of you to let go of each other, one of you always goes in for just one more kiss as the backstage is rushing around you, people are running wildly to get everything in place when the show returns after the commercial break. Yet you just stand there with Tom, completely lost in each other.

“I think…” he starts quietly, a smirk hiding in his lips, “I think we owe Ellen a thank you,” he says making you laugh.

“Definitely,” you nod before pressing your lips back to his.

-

general/forever taglist for Tom Holland

i do separate taglists for different people, but not for different works of mine! if you ask to be on my Tom taglist, you’ll be tagged in all of my Tom fics!

@zaahidahhh​ @shawn-youth​  @wildflower-cth​ @imaginashawnns​ @haute-shawn  @learning-howto-be-myselfx3​ @cutepenguin1​ @madatmendes @harrysleftchelseaboot​ @sunflower6why​

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[that-one-gay-girl]

Unanswered Prayers

Pairing: Chef!Dean x Reader

Warnings: Micheal being a douche, being stood up

Summary: When you are stood up on a date, Dean appears, giving you the answers you didn’t know you needed. 

Square filled: getting stood up @spnmixedbingo free space @spnaubingo

A/N: Thank you to my lovely beta @wonder-cole for helping me with this story!

You had been sitting at the table for over an hour now, fiddling with the salt shaker. You met Micheal at the bar last week when you were out with friends, he seemed sweet, talked with you for most of the night and even bought you drinks. When it was time for you and your friends to head home, Micheal grabbed your arm, gently bringing your attention back to him.

“Would you want to go out sometime? On a real date?” his eyes searching yours.

“I’d love that.” you smile, writing your number down on a napkin you hand it to Micheal. He kisses your cheek quickly before your friends drag you out of the bar.

You had texted a lot over the next five days leading up to your date. Now here you were waiting in a fancy restaurant, dressed in a tight black dress, hair curled, and a smokey eye that took longer than an hour to figure out. You had been stood up.

You let out a sigh, getting ready to leave when a man in a white coat and tall hat comes by. “Excuse me, miss? Would you like to order?” he asks; his voice was like smooth whiskey, drawing you in immediately.  

“Oh um-no, thank you, I was waiting for my date, but they never showed, so I’m leaving now.” You grab your jacket and purse, ready to stand up.

“If you wait another hour, we’ll be closing. I’ll bring you out an appetizer and then join you for dinner. If you’d like that is?” Dean searches your eyes.

You wait a moment before answering, nodding slowly. “Sure, surprise me with your best dish.” you smile, setting your items down.

Heading back to the kitchen, Dean begins to pull out ingredients to make Burrata and Steak Crostini. Sticking the sourdough slices onto a sheet pan, he pops them in the oven to toast as he finishes searing the stack, adding in the herbs and spices.

Once the steak is seared, Dean places it into another oven to finish cooking.

He pulls out the bread and sets it on a plate, adding the garlic and burrata cheese. He then grabs the steak from the oven, slicing it, and topping off the dish with the steak.

Wiping his hands on his towel around his waist, he brings it out to you with a smile.

“Here we are, my famous Burrata and Steak Crostini.” he sets the dish down.

“This smells amazing, Dean! It looks amazing!” your eyes widen at the sight of the dish.

“Go on, try it,” he urges.

Grabbing a piece of bread, you take a bite, your mouth exploding with flavors. Your eyes widen, a moan escaping you. “This is the best thing I’ve ever tasted.” you grin up at the chef.

“I’m glad you love it. You sit here and enjoy this. I’m going to dismiss my staff and cook our meal.” you watch Dean as he heads back to the kitchen, the dining hall now empty. As staff finish cleaning.

As Dean starts cooking dinner, he helps the staff finish cleaning before dismissing them. Once everyone is gone, he comes back out to the dining hall to find you drinking your white wine.

It takes Dean 20 minutes to finish cooking both plates of food. Turning off the stove, he takes his chef hat off and walks to your table, dishes in hand.

“Here we go, Pork medallions in blue cheese sauce with duchess potatoes.” he sets the plates down, pouring more wine into both glasses.

“Wow, Dean, this looks amazing.” you smile at him, eyes sparkling as he sits down across from you.

“I hope you enjoy it. It’s one of my favorite dishes to make.” he takes a bite, then sips his wine.

You both sit in a comfortable silence, eating the tasteful dish Dean made when he speaks up.

“So your date didn’t show up?” he asks carefully.

“Yeah, stood up, but I’m glad he did because then I wouldn’t be here with you.” you smile.

Dean chuckles softly. “It’s not every day I have dinner with beautiful women.”

“You mean you don’t do this daily?” you tease, leaning forward.

“No, I don’t. I just saw you, and I couldn’t look away. I’m so damn lucky you were here alone.” Dean tucks a piece of loose hair behind your ear, a blush spreading across your cheeks.

“So you’re a chef here?” you ask, trying to change the subject.

“Head chef, to be exact. That’s what the tall hat means.” he leans forward, taking a sip of wine. “Each fold in the hat represents a different way to cook an egg, there’s 100 folds,” he tells you.

“You’re telling me there’s a 100 different ways to cook an egg?” you gape.

“Yep, maybe I’ll teach you one day.” he chuckles softly.

After two more glasses of wine, you and Dean decided to call it a night. After splitting a plate of chocolate eclairs. “I don’t think I can let you go, Dean Winchester. You’re the best cook I’ve ever met.” you giggle, arms wrapped around Dean’s neck. Dean’s back leans against his car, his arms wrapped around your waist.

“Oh yeah? Is that the only thing I’m good for?” he smirks, leaning down closer to your lips.

“No, you’re good for all sorts’a things. Like this.” you lean forward, pressing your lips to his. You’re lips molded with Dean’s entirely like they were made for each other. His hands tangle in your hair, pulling you closer into him.

He groans into your mouth, not wanting to pull away from the pleasure, you were giving him.

“Dean.” you gasp in pleasure. Dean opens the back door of the impala pulling you in as you giggle, falling on top of him in the backseat.

“I’m going to show you a whole new type of pleasure, sweetheart.” he kisses you roughly.

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So....Cherik Drqgon age.

Erik as Blackwall who somehow ended up as the inquistor with opening portals and shit. (Blackwall aka my favorite and toughest bitch)

Logan as the Iron bull

Emma....Vivienne obviously because she's THAT bitch.

Raven as Sera (I hate Raven but people hate Sera for some reason. SHE'S UNDERRATED AS FUCK! HAVE YOU SEEN THE BOWS SUE GETS TO SHOOT! THERE IS A BOW THAT WILL LITERALLY BLOW UP THE ENEMY! AND HER SPECIAL MOVE CUTS! THAT MOVE HAS SAVED MY ASS SO MANY TIMES LIKE YOU WOULDN'T BELIEVE!)

If not Angel can be Sera. Let Raven be Iliyana.

Moria as Cassandra. (She gets a Lotta damage but that bitch ain't giving up.)

Charles....um Solas? I don't know. Pale smart bastard. You don't suspect him at first but once you found out the truth. You can't help but wonder. WHEN WAS THIS WHEN THE ENEMY SENT A DRAGON TO KILL US! YOU TELL ME THAT YOU WEREN'T AS WEAK AS YOU APPEARED TO BE! It's the kind of rage that you never really get over.

I don't know who would be Dorian. Janos?

Selene obviously Morragan.

Apocalypse as corypheus

Varric.....Gambit?

Cole....Peter. except you know the dead part. No dead quicksilver on this shit. I'm not Joss Whedon.

I only know Dragon age Inquisition. I don't know who else the rest would be.

Ohhhh I like this idea!! A fusion of two of my favorite things? SIGN ME THE FUCK UP

Tbh I think that in DA!verse it would make sense if mutants were mages, because they’re two opressed groups fighting for their rights, and you have Circle of Magi (controlled by the Templars) and apostate mages (which could be paralleled to Erik’s Brotherhood).

Blackwall as Erik though... lmao they do both have some sort of lumberjack aesthetic, don’t they? :D Also the fact that Blackwall tried to hide his real identity and was actually on a run!

I don’t mind Raven, and I think she could’ve been Leliana maybe? They’re both talented spies, after all!

Viviene as Emma is a perfect fit! Also LOVE Cassandra as Moira, especially since they both have kinda started their corresponding teams!

I’M STILL CACKLING BECAUSE I’VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THE PARALLELS BETWEEN SOLAS AND CHARLES JUST THE OTHER DAY (and let’s get real, there’s at least one VERY PROMINENT parallel, ie THEM EGG). But also yeah, could’ve worked! A wise and patient mentor at first sight who turns out to be someone insanely powerful... not sure how the whole Dread Wolf thing fits Charles, but it could’ve been an interesting take on dark!Charles!

Love Corypheus as Apocalypse! Both undead/undying bastards with a god complex :DD

Iron Bull as Logan sent me cackling, makes sense too!! Although Bull seems more gentle than Logan sometimes XD Still, a huge scary looking hunk who cares for his people... sounds about right! Also iirc Logan used to have a team of his own (or at least lead the X-men at some point?) in other verses (there was an animated series, I’m pretty sure, and probably some comic runs?), so also adds up!

Cole seems a little too melancholic to be Peter for me... but I can’t think of any other characters for either of them :D

But really, speaking of Dragon Age games, I think you would’ve enjoyed DA2, I wouldn’t go into details about other characters if you don’t know them, but there you have Fenris - a runaway slave whose master experimented on him and made him into a terrifying weapon (and who kills his former master in the end), which sounds familiar huh? ;D - and then there’s Anders - a soft-spoken mage who runs a free clinic for people but who is also possessed by a spirit of Justice (that later transforms into Vengeance). Both have Erik vibes (esp with the stunt that Anders pulls at the end when he blows up the Chantry and essentially starts a war), although I think with the rivalry between the two they’d make a good Erik/Charles parallel!