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alonetimelover · 1 year ago

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pairing: Harry Styles x book writer!reader

fc: Saoirse Ronan

summary: YN just released her debut book, and it became the hot topic online. It might have something to do with certain someone being spotted buying it.

a/n: comments to all those posts are long, because i wanted to somehow incorporate the plot of the book that book writer!reader wrote!

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yourinstagram

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yourinstagram Those are the notebooks in which I wrote my little baby. I can't believe I am typing this, but 'Silver Lining' is out !!! You can buy it at all independent London bookstores. I can't wait for your reviews. I'll read them all.

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yourbestfriend MY BEST FRIEND IS AN AUTHOR !!! JANE AUSTEN WHO ???

⤷ yourinstagram do not disrespect the legend here

fallinloveinbooks OMG i've been following you since that one post about understanding fantasy world and being allowed to incorporate real world in it! i can't wait to read it, im going to the store right now!

⤷ yourinstagram YOU. ARE. THE. SWEETEST. and i remember you from that post and all that came after. I LOVE YOU and will wait for your words!

user92 what is the genre of the book?

⤷ yourinstagram it's fantasy! but there are a few subgenres. i'd say romance and mystery play a huge role in this book, too!

user109 will it be available online? im from us and would love to read your book!

⤷ yourinstagram unfortunately, not in a foreseeable future

⤷ user109 oh no, why??

⤷ yourinstagram being completely transparent, i released this book using my own money- no publishing house involved - because no one was really interested in it. what is in the stores is the printing i was able to afford. hopefully, they will sell and i'll be able to print more editions.

⤷ user102 im crossing my fingers for you

hArrysbtch i was looking for some new fantasy books, you are sent from heaven

⤷ yourinstagram hope you like it, angel

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harryupdates

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harryupdates HARRY outside of the independent bookstore in London today! EDIT: because all of you are asking, he apparently bought 'Silver Lining' by YN YSN !

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hArrysbtch I've just finished that book and OMG OMG OMG, i don't know what to tell you, but he's getting into something so beautiful so structured so sad, i can't say enough.

⤷ harrysmoustache so it's worth it?

⤷ hArrysbtch YES. YES. YES. absolutely. from the first page to the last, it just consumes you. yn did such a good job, and it's her first book ever!

⤷ harrysmoustache oh, i can't find it online

⤷ hArrysbtch it's only at independent bookstores in London. no publishing house was involved, she printed all the copies available with her own money. i can buy it for you and send it?

⤷ harrysmoustache i DMed you!

stylesbabie harry in his book girl era

harrysmylife he is back and he is reading, he's just like me

user102 there's no way he has that book and i don't

fallinloveinbooks I've read it, and I loved it. I hated it because of how much it made me cry. Harry, you're in for a ride a wild one with all the *wink*wink* scenes and the most heartbreaking chapters of literature I've ever come upon

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yourinstagram

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yourinstagram I cannot express how thankful I am for you and your love for my book. Unfortunately, for now, there are no copies available. But im trying to make it work. But maybe it wasn't meant to be...

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yourbestfriend that's a bestseller book if you ask me

⤷ yourinstagram you are the love of my life

hArrysbtch not you using the last line of the book, like it didn't tear my heart open

hArrysbtch thank god it's already on my bookshelf, happy that it broke my heart and made me horny

⤷ yourinstagram Those were the emotions I wanted people to feel!

harrysmoustache my copy is flying to me, and I can't wait to read it

⤷ yourinstagram ill be waiting for your review!

user102 read, loved, cried and read again

⤷ yourinstagram two times??? i could smother you in kisses

⤷ user102 i wouldn’t mind that

user292 can't explain how unique and original it is

⤷ yourinstagram ❤️

user939 not harry lurking in the likes

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harryupdates

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harryupdates HARRY and writer YN YSN out and about in London today!

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hArrysbtch Alexa play that should be me by Justin Bieber

hArrysbtch she's mine harry, fuck off

hArrysbtch what is it that whenever I find someone to obsess over they become somehow connected to harry

hArrysbtch but, i smell couple material !!!

harrysmoustache he's gonna be the inspiration spark

⤷ hArrysbtch don't even start! i read silver lining with Harry in mind as one of the main characters

⤷ harrysmoustache as Emrys, right?

⤷ hArrysbtch yes! my protective and sexy bookboyfriend

⤷ user102 I see, we support complicated men here, i love it

stylesbabie they look so good together

⤷ user02 their backs are towards the camera...

⤷ stylesbabie shhh

harrysmylife I love her style !!!!

user402 she's getting so much attention from it. how did she manage this pr?

⤷ hArrysbtch pr???

⤷ user402 don't tell me it doesn't look like one?

⤷ hArrysbtch yeah, I forgot. every woman harry is seen with is just pr or the one to hate. of course. tpwk does not include woman harry is involved with?

⤷ harrysmoustache burnt!!!

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bloomsbury

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bloomsbury Our newest pea in the Bloomsbury pod is the sweetest, London based, young author who has just published her debut novel. We are here to help and tell you that 'Silver Lining' is coming to all bookstores in the world and to online shopping as well on the 15th of November. To feel whole again.

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yourinstagram I LOVE MY NEW POD

yourbestfriend DONT FORGET ABOUT ME WHEN YOU BECOME FAMOUS

⤷ yourinstagram NEVER

harrystyles Congratulations, YN ❤️

⤷ yourinstagram well, thank you, harry

hArrysbtch my favourite author is getting famous!!!

fallinloveinbooks I CANT BELIEVE IT !!! congrats, yn!!

⤷ yourinstagram thank you, sweets!

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fallinloveinbooks

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fallinloveinbooks I'm attending YN's 'meet the writer' thingy in London and I cannot express how much appreciation I have for her. She thought every little detail in 'Silver Lining' through to make the book perfect. An icon!

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hArrysbtch I am here too! And I love her so much!

harrysmoustache you need to either film some moments or just post-stream it for us!

stylesbabie she looks so beautiful

user102 I am here as well! we need to meet up!

⤷ hArrysbtch im in the second row!

⤷ user102 are you the one with a pixie cut?

⤷ hArrysbtch Yes, that's me!

⤷ fallinloveinbooks I think im sitting next to you, hArrysbtch

user42 come on guys, let us now what are the questions and answers!

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dailymail

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dailymail NEW COUPLE ALERT? Harry Styles and newly established writer YN YSN were seen leaving the same restaurant (Styles a few moments after YSN). YN independently published her debut novel just two months ago and then signed a contract with Bloomsbury publishing house after Harry had been seen buying her book. For more photos and information, visit the link in our bio!

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user102 not you making harry the only reason she got the contract

hArrysbtch she got a contract because of the interest her book sparked online, not harry

harrysmoustache i'll just leave it here but literally Neil Gaiman praised this book online

user402 oh yes, when the privilege is striking

user99 you just cannot stop taking photos of people in their free time, invading their privacy, can you?

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yourinstagram

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yourinstagram Somethin' is cookin'. And that's the audiobook of "Silver Lining" voiced by me! It will be available on 23rd of December as podcast episodes on Spotify for more of you to enjoy! Merry early Christmas!

PS: there may or may not be someone else to accord their voice to Emrys

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yourbestfriend i could be Rhiannon

⤷ yourinstagram you were laughing your ass off after two lines

⤷ yourbestfriend not my fault that Rhiannon is the comedy queen

harrystyles 📖🎤

hArrysbtch NO WAY! i adore your voice and now i'm gonna picture you as Rhiannon - this book just became even better (it already was perfect, i don't how you're doing it"

⤷ yourinstagram hopefully, i won't end up as her

fallinloveinbooks my dream came true. i usually have such a hard time reading that audiobooks are the only option. now i'm going to listen to my favourite chapter over and over again

⤷ yourinstagram which ones are your favourite?

⤷ fallinloveinbooks definitely 6, 15, 24, 33 and 42

⤷ hArrysbtch all the chapters that depicts love - i see you

⤷ fallinloveinbooks yes! the thing is that number 6 refers to love and all those chapter number's are either 6 or add up to 6

hArrysbtch wait wait wait, i've just realised. what if harry is voicing Emrys????

⤷ harrysmoustache don't give me hope

⤷ fallinloveinbooks that would be perfect

⤷ user102 i'm not ready to listen to chapter 24 and 33 with him voicing it

⤷ hArrysbtch i will die, literally. those scenes are intense!

user102 she just wants people to be able to read the book and not care about paying bundle and having shitty quality. i love her.

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harrysupdates

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harryupdates HARRY and YN at the market in Clonakilty, Ireland!

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hArrysbtch someone tell me is that her home town?

⤷ fallinloveinbooks yes, it is! her parents still live there!

⤷ hArrysbtch meeting parents? oh god, they are serious serious

fallinloveinbooks they live that small town romance book lives

⤷ user102 so true! i need her to write something like this!

⤷ hArrysbtch i would eat it up

stylesbabie Niall is proud right now

harrysmylife i can't express how much i love domestic harry

user20 she started the thunder online after *possibly* announcing that harry will voice Emrys and decided to step away from socials. i love her. i love her. i love her.

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irishharry

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irishharry How thin are the chances to meet Harry in a small Irish town? Very thin. But not thin enough to be impossible. I MET HARRY FREAKING STYLES AND THE LEGEND HERSELF YN YSN !!!

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hArrysbtch they look so cosy... i want what they have

⤷ fallinloveinbooks a man?

⤷ hArrrysbtch yuck, i only like fictional men + harry

harrysmoustache this ken's job is walk

harryupdates this is very aestheticly pleasing photo

stylesbabie small town!harry is my favourite

user102 hopefully the inspiration is overflowing because i'm reading silver lining for the third time

⤷ hArrysbtch are you okay???

⤷ user102 nope. i just love torturing myself

fallinloveinbooks the matching coats...

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yourinstagram

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yourinstagram my love in your heart...

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yourbestfriend answer my calls, yn !!!

⤷ yourinstagram i won't tell you

harrystyles ...my heart in your palm

hArrysbtch I LOVE THE SOFT LAUNCH

hArrysbtch PARENTS

harrysmoustache i love how we all know that this is harry but at the same time it doesn't have to be

⤷ hArrysbtch it better be! this post just cured all my mental problems

fallinloveinbooks the caption... is it the title?

⤷ user102 look at harry's comment, it might be a main thing in her next novel/short story collection

⤷ hArrysbtch the inspiration sparked and inspiration was harry. that's it. when it's published i can die happily

⤷ user102 decide, that or harry voicing Emrys

⤷ hArrybtch im chronically online, don't require any consistency from me

harryupdates vacation in a small irish town birthed some masterpiece, i just know it

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a/n: i have part 2 made in my mind already. do we want more of them?

#harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles imagine #harry styles x you #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles one shot #harry styles instagram #harry styles fake ig #harry styles fluff #book writer!reader

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five-one-two-station · 10 months ago

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Everybody should have their own fun, and this isn't trying to harsh anybody's buzz, but I find the impulse to make your own cutesy/badass Replika oc doing funny or heroic or badass things a little odd. Like, that character you designed as a super badass soldier, or well-armed and armored steely eyed cop type... who would they have been built to fight or police exactly? Remember who all those guns and weapons were intended for use on?

I know we're all sick of discourse over who "gets" the game, and I'm by no means scolding anybody for something that harmless, but what's interesting to me is the sense that designing overtly "cool" Replika personas and OCs, complete with the propaganda poster style imagery, feels a little...

I mean, bluntly, it's like the in-world propaganda worked, unironically, on some level, for many people. Kolibris aren't scary, they're whimsical and fun! Storches aren't notably cruel enforcers and chain gang drivers, they're Protektors! Falke isn't a camp commandant, she's a beautiful angel!

The Replikas aren't cool and heroic figures in the reality of the game. They're the carefully crafted organs of a system of control so dreadful it could do what it did to Elster and Ariane. They're victims to that system themselves too, sure - and humanising them is a nuanced and valuable observation of how totalitarian regimes maintain themselves - but that doesn't negate the fact they're also the ones who operate, enforce and perpetuate it, a big part of what the game knows and communicates about such societies. It's notable that the game makes it clear few, if any, of the Replikas actually buy into the Nation as an ideal at all - they enforce it no less pitilessly anyway, incapable or unsafe to imagine anything else.

Their affectations, pasttimes, trinkets, and even affections for each other, all serve to draw a stark contrast to how callously they regard the gestalts they keep suppressed. Their disposability is something they're conscious and fearful of themselves, but fail to recognise as a commonality with the people they brutalise every day, their business as usual. The only grief, tragedy or suffering they acknowledge is their own - they have no regard for any such things in the humans they have... well, dehumanised.

But S-23 Sierpinski was such a hellhole for most of its denizens under "normal" conditions that the nightmare it becomes is arguably an improvement; if only because there are fewer people left now to suffer it. There's a dark poetry here - because the place's banal cruelty is "off camera" to us, it's very naturally less real to us than the grief of the crying Eule. It's only natural, too, to forget how grim the Replikas' purposes are when you don't have to see anyone endure the brunt of it.

And isn't that the very same effect a state like the Nation is seeking in the first place, by disappearing people away to such dark little corners to have it done? In our world, no less than that one.

That works like a kind of propaganda too, not being able to see it - a propaganda of hidden things, as powerful as any poster. A space that's been intentionally left blank.

Kolibris are literal thought police; they intrude on people's very minds, interrogating them to death as a matter of course, with hardly a care either way. The various Protektor classes are functionally concentration camp guards and slave drivers. Falke and Adler are overseeing what amounts to a gulag, one so unimaginably awful Ariane preferred to spend years of her life alone in space to the prospect of being sent there, and inevitably worked to death, far underground.

I think there's a reason we never see one of those posters for LSTRs in game. How could we be asked to forgive our own if we ever did?

#signalis #signalis spoilers

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acesgarden · 8 months ago

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Hi handsome! I saw that you have your requests open so I thought I would ask if that's okay.

Could you maybe do some (bayverse) Donatello x reader? Something fluffy, possibly a friends to lovers confession scenario (I'm a sucker for those).

If not that's totally fine, either way, make sure to take good care of yourself and stay safe! Love ya <3

Hiiii 🤭 Oh do I loveeeeee friends to lovers ( but not as much as rivals to lovers.) This shit is so cute though 🙏. Came up with smth shorter for this so I hope you don’t mind. Also I love Donnie, I love all the turtle boys equally but he is a favorite. Anyway take of yourself too Anon. 🫵

Just Friends..?

Type ->

Imagine

Pairing ->

Bayverse!Donatello x GN!Reader

Warnings ->

N/A

Summary ->

You fell in love with a giant turtle mutant and now you are gonna confess. Little did you know that big turtle doofus did too. Well ain’t that something.

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It's been about a year since you met Donnie. And it was not in some great heroic way. No, you two stumbled upon each other on a rooftop. Bonding over your love for technology and the internet. You still don’t know if fate was genuinely toying with you that day.. but you won’t complain, you wouldn’t have had meeting Donnie or the friendship you both had any other way.

Yet, this needed to be perfect.

Donnie met you on a rooftop just a year ago. He’d been observing you, humans were still rather strange to him. But he had “accidentally” made his presence known and well that was that. Bonding over technology and the internet with the human he did know he’d grow to love.

Now with the chance to confess, he needed it to be perfect.

So what’s more perfect than confessing on the same rooftop they met at. Picnic style, red and white blanket and everything: a basket, food, utensils, etc. A thing you both hadn’t known was you both had been coming there over the week cleaning up the rooftop. No wonder it was so clean so soon!

Now you're pacing the rooftop, he should be here ten soon. And he might run a bit late, he could get caught up in something or he might have trouble finding his way here. He wouldn’t just not come, you know that.

You just sat and checked the time, waiting. Lost in thoughts till a thump from behind spooked you. Right on time, a big old haha at your brain trying to make you overthink this.

A small smile sent his way inviting him over, and a smile from him right back accepting it. Now you both sat together, in silence but a comfortable one.

“It’s a lovely day,” he started.

“It is.. just like you.” You whispered, a silence followed, “as a friend! You're a very lovely friend.” You add after a few seconds. Nice save me haha..ha. He looked at you curiously, like you’d become his next big tech to figure out age understand—not that you weren’t already—your eyes meet his.

“You're lovely too.” Both smiling, that turned into flushed faces who looked back in front of them at the sky.

“You-”

“I-”

A pause

“I think you should go first-”

“You should go first-”

Another pause but you speak first, “you hungry?” Pulling out food and plates, and utensils to use. You served yourself and fell into simple conversations. Laughing and talking about whatever came to mind. And as the sun began to set you two grew closer, the chilled wind sending you closer to your friend. That comfortable silence returned as four eyes gazed into the sunset. Yet you looked up, seeing Donatello looking right at you. His face illuminated by the sun’s light and his soft smile made you melt.

“Hey” a soft whisper.

“Hey” a reply that grew to a smile.

“I want to talk to you about something.. and it’s nothing bad! I just..” you pulled away a bit getting a better look at him, he looked nervous and flustered.

“Listen I like you, like really like you. You’re smart and kind and you always make me smile. Your presence practically lights up the room. I enjoy talking to you and debating on society's new technological developments. But, i’d understand if you rejected me because I am a mutant turtle-“

Before he could continue you pulled his head down with an easy tug to the top of his plastron and your lips connected. As you pull back he’s looking at you with a doopy smile and an even more flustered face. You laugh and smile before. A churring sound coming from him.

“I like you too, and I don’t care that you're a giant mutant turtle! It’s cool that you are! Who can go around saying that their partner is a giant turtle who fights crime!”You lean into him as you talk. Hand being thrown out in front of you to emphasize your point. Donnie couldn’t object to that.

Your eyes looking back over the sunset. It couldn’t have gone any better.

#aces writing #tmnt #tmnt bayverse x reader #tmnt bayverse #bayverse donnie #bayverse donatello #donatello x reader #donnie x reader #bayverse donatello x reader #bayverse donnie x reader #tmnt x reader #tmnt x you #tmnt bayverse x you #bayverse donatello x you #donatello x you #donnie x you #bayverse donnie x you

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danikamariewrites · 1 year ago

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Azriel x reader

A/n: this is a modern/cc type AU. I loved writing this and thank you @thehighladywrites for commissioning this❤️ again, so happy you love it!

Word Count: 1,869

Warnings: drinking, allusions to sex, and fluff

You’ve been looking forward to Friday night all week. You Feyre, Nesta, and Elain had no time to hangout at all this week, so letting loose with your girlfriends is something you are in desperate need of. Your favorite part of going out is getting ready with them.

Nesta was the best at makeup, especially eyeliner. Feyre had the cutest clothes and shoes, and Elain was the best at hair, while you were great at throwing together outfits.

Currently, Nesta has your face in an iron grip so you don’t move away from the eyeliner she’s applying on you. You could hear Elain rummaging through Feyre’s shoes for the pink pair she loves. “All done. And don’t you dare smudge it. That’s a perfect wing.”

A small laugh escapes your lips as you pull on your mini dress. “Yes, yes I know Nes.” You hear Elain drop something out of frustration in the closet and call your name. Rushing over, you see she’s in complete disarray.

“What’s up lain?” She turns to you, giving you the saddest pout she can muster. “Will you help me pick out an outfit? I don’t wanna wear the same thing as last time but I want the pink shoes.”

After an hour you were all finally dressed up and ready to leave. Feyre poured four shots for you all of your favorite vodka. Clinking glasses the four of you downed the shots. “Here’s to a fun night ladies!” Feyre said cheerfully.

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Entering Rita’s you noticed it was way more crowded than usual. You guys didn’t mind. As long as you got your drinks and danced until your feet hurt you would have a good time.

Once you got to your usual table you noticed four males across the bar staring at you and your friends. It wasn’t creepy, more inviting and flirtatious. And you had to admit none of the four were bad looking. They were all quite beautiful in different ways.

Two of them had the biggest Illyrian wings you had ever seen while the other two were clearly high fae. One with short, perfectly styled hair, tan skin. While the other had long red hair and a scar across his face.

You gave the pretty one with wings who was eyeing you a small smile as you sipped your cocktail before pulling Nesta onto the dance floor.

The stares throughout the night get even more intense as Feyre, Nesta, and Elain notice their admirers. The male staring at you sent you a wink that caused your cheeks to heat so bad that you had to take a break from ogling him.

Sitting in your usual booth and munching on nachos you peeked back over at the males, biting your lip. You were contemplating going over to them and asking them to join you. Elain nudges you with her foot under the table. Your head snapped toward her with a small smile. She narrows her eyes at you.

“You’re practically undressing that one male with your eyes.” She yelled over the thumping music. You giggled and dipped your head in embarrassment. “They've been staring at us all night.” You looked back over at them, “Should I go ask them to sit with us?”

The girls turned to look at them with you. As Nesta eyed the more muscular one a smirk broke out across her lips. “I say yes.” “Me too.” Elain and Feyre speak in unison. That’s all you needed. Pushing up from the booth with confidence you’d never felt, you begin to strut over to the males.

Stopping at their table you move your hands behind your back to hide their shaking. Your heart was beating so loud you were sure they could hear it.

“Hello,” you say in a sweet tone. “H-hi.” The one you had been sharing glances with stuttered, trying to lean on the high top table to seem relaxed. He was clearly as nervous as you. “I’m y/n.” You hold out your hand for him to take.

“Azriel,” he says cooly, holding out a scarred hand reluctantly. You take it, giving it a soft squeeze as you look deep into those gorgeous hazel eyes.

“My friends and I were wondering if you’d like to sit with us.” Your eyes sweep across their faces as they lit up. The muscular one repeatedly hits Azriel’s shoulder as if telling him ‘yes, say yes you idiot!’. “We’d love to.” He finally got out. You give him a wide smile and lead the males over to the table.

“Girls, this is Azriel. And his friends…” you trailed off waiting for them to introduce themselves. Muscles pushed Azriel aside, maintaining eye contact with Nesta as he brought her hand to his lips. “I’m Cassian.” “Nesta.” She replied coolly.

Azriel rolls his eyes at Cassian and the other male with black hair steps forward. “I’m Rhysand, lovely to meet you ladies.” He says with a feline grin that’s clearly natural to him. “I’m Lucien.” The red-head gives a small wave directed at Elain. “Sit.” Feyre says with a giddy look on her face as she drinks in every inch of Rhysand. He immediately gravitates toward her while Lucien sits next to Elain, Cassian nudges in next to Nesta, and to your excitement, Azriel sat next to you.

You thank the Mother. You had your eye on him all night and it seemed he felt the same way.

The conversation between the group flowed. You learned that Rhys, Azriel, and Cassian grew up together in the Illyrian camps and were practically brothers. It was rare that Illyrians lived in the city these days. But Rhys screamed wealth, so you assumed his parents were important people. Lucien had a falling out with his bestfriend, causing him to move out and the brothers took him in.

You and Lucien became fast friends over that shared experience. It was nice to finally get that off your chest. But the person who paid attention most to your story, really anything that came out of your mouth, was Azriel. He asked you questions and seemed truly interested in you. It made you flustered. Males aren’t usually so attentive like him. And you didn’t miss the mischievous looks each Archeron sister gave you when they caught him looking at you.

Feyre and Rhys left first. You knew that was coming, he practically had Feyre on his lap the whole night. Minutes later Nesta and Cassian took off with out a word. Then Lucien and Elain left arm-in-arm, leaving you and Azriel alone.

Your phone buzzed in your bag. Pulling it out you see notifications from the roommate groupchat from each female, letting each other know where they were and that they would not be coming home tonight.

You let out a breathy laugh before closing your phone and dropping it back in your bag.

“Do you want to stay for a bit?” Azriel asked. You looked up at him and nodded eagerly. You spent the rest of the night dancing together until you could barley stand.

“Can I walk you home?” He asked outside Rita’s, offering his arm like a true gentelmale. “Yeah, I’d like that. Plus, I’m not ready to let you go yet.” Azriel laughed and you led him in the direction of your apartment. On the way you and Azriel swap stories from your childhood as he flirts with you. You couldn’t stop blushing the whole way home.

Arriving at your apartment the tension between the two of you was at a breaking point. You lean against the door looking up at his towering figure, biting your lip again. “You look adorable when you do that.” Azriel thumbs at your lip and the all too familiar pink tint crawls back to your cheeks. “I don’t think I’m ready to say goodbye yet.” Azriel leans in close so that your noses brush against each other. “Me either.” He breathes out.

Azriel places his hand on the side of your neck and your eyes flutter close. He gently captures your lips in a slow, heated kiss. Warmth floods your body as his other arm wraps around your waist.

You blindly reach out and turn the door handle. Azriel picked you up without breaking the kiss, taking you into the apartment. “Down the hall, second door on the right.” You mumble against his lips. He lets out a hum in acknowledgement.

The next morning you’re sitting in the kitchen with your coffee going over your night with Azriel. You couldn’t stop thinking about the feel of his soft lips. The way his hands touched you in all the right places. Smiling to yourself you read over his text for the hundredth time.

Hey y/n, I can’t wait to see you for dinner tmrw night. Hope you have a good day sweetheart ;).

The picture next to his contact was a selfie he took in bed this morning. His onyx hair sticking up in places, a cute smile on his lips.

The front door opened, pulling you from your memories. Nesta trudged into the kitchen, shoes in hand and hair ruffled in places. But a smile on her face nonetheless. “Good night?” She nodded. “You?” You nod, motioning for her to sit.

Before you could pour her coffee Feyre and Elain came home. Both looking like Nesta. You grab mugs for them as they sit at the table.

One by one you each go over your nights. All absolutely giddy about your new males. You went last, following up your night with your good news. “I’m going to see him tomorrow night. He asked me to dinner.” The sisters let out a unanimous ‘ooohhh’. Feyre reached across the table to hold your hands. “I made plans with Rhys too.” You both let out a squeal of happiness.

Nesta and Elain go back and forth about texting Cassian and Lucien first. Sitting here with your best friends you can’t help but feel something has changed for the better. Like the mother herself brought you all together last night. You felt a phantom nudge on your shoulder as you encourage them to text the boys. Social rules be damned.

—-

It’s been a year since you and Azriel started dating. It happened so fast, but in a good way. It didn’t take long for the rest of the males to follow up with your friends.

Nesta and Cassian played hard to get for a while, as well as Elain and Lucien. But they worked it out. You had never seen Elain happier than with Lucien. They are the cutest couple. Feyre and Rhys happened right away. Faster than you and Azriel.

It was another Friday night, similar to that fateful one a year ago, but tonight was different. It was calm and fun. Each couple cuddled up on the couch with a bowl of popcorn watching the movie you and Az picked.

You guys still partied and went out just not as frequently now that you were all coupled up. You liked this. These calm moments where you could all be together. No partying, no loud clubs or obscene amounts of alcohol every weekend. Just relaxing with the love of your life.

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caashmoneynae · 1 year ago

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POSSESSIVENESS.

TUPAC SHAKUR x BLACK!FEM!OC

SUMMARY: in which Aaliyah gets angry at Tupac due to the cheating allegations against him and has a night out on the town with her best friends, which ends in a different way than she imagined. ✨

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"𝗪𝗘 𝗢𝗨𝗧𝗦��𝗗𝗘, 𝗪𝗘 𝗢𝗨𝗧𝗦𝗜𝗗𝗘, 𝗪𝗘 𝗢𝗨𝗧-𝗠𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗙𝗨𝗖𝗞𝗜𝗡'-𝗦𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗘𝗘𝗘!" Aaliyah and her friends Kenny and Leah shouted as they clinked their glasses together and took another shot.

"you sure Pac ain't gon' trip about you bein' out like this?" Kenny asked, raising her brow, as she sat her shot glass down.

"i'm with Ken on this one. you sure he ain't gon' fuck you up? especially with that dress you got on." Leah chimed in as Aaliyah looked over at the two and rolled her eyes, sitting her shot down and wiping the corner of her mouth with her thumb.

"fuck Pac. a'ight? he wasn't worried about me when he was at Suge's mansion with all them bitches, so why be worried about me now?" Aaliyah shrugged, adjusting her breasts in her dress, as she crossed one leg over the other and looked at her friends, who looked at each other before looking back at her and laughing.

while at her and Tupac's shared home, Aaliyah was informed that Tupac was at Suge's mansion surrounded by an assload of women. and what made things 10x worse was not only was she told anonymously of his infidelity, but she was sent pictures as well. though in the pictures there wasn't any type of foul-play — like him touching them the same way he touched her and/or him letting them touch him the way she touched him — Aaliyah didn't trust any of the women that he hung around.

it could've been her trust issues as to why she felt that way, but it could've also been that she was dating an extremely attractive celebrity that every woman wanted in their bed, which created trust issues for her whenever Pac went out. it's not that she didn't trust him, she just didn't trust women, and the women she used to be friends with were prime examples of why she couldn't trust anybody.

she didn't believe that Pac would cheat on her, however... she was pissed that he allowed all of those women around him. so, why not give him a taste of his own medicine and go out to a club?

as for the clothing that Leah commented on, Aaliyah wore a short jet-black body-con tube dress with a matching pair of black stilettos. her caramel skin shined underneath the lights of the club and glitter adorned her skin from her vanilla-scented perfume as her black silk press was styled in a high ponytail and her lips were glossed in Vaseline, mischievousness evident in her mind while her brown eyes looked at her friends.

"girl, all i'ma say is that when he come in here lookin' for yo' ass, don't say we ain't warn you." Leah advised, her hands raising in defense, as Kenny laughed and Aaliyah rolled her eyes.

"he ain't gon' do shit. he don't see me runnin' towards Suge's mansion and shootin' all the bitches up in there. 'cause i'll do it, fo'real." Aaliyah threatened, placing her glass of Hennessy to her lips, as Leah and Kenny laughed at her words.

"yeah, we know. that's why we hadda' take yo' ass out the house, so you wouldn't do no stupid shit." Leah laughed, earning a laugh from Aaliyah, as she sat her glass down and ran her tongue over her lips, letting the taste of the brown liquor marinate in her mouth.

suddenly, the song changed from TLC's "Diggin' On You" to LL Cool J and LeShaun's "Doin' It", making Aaliyah's brows raise as a naughty smile crossed her lips and Kenny and Leah looked at each other before looking back at their friend.

"now, 'Liyah... i know you not..." Kenny advised, raising a brow at her, as Aaliyah looked at her and Leah before letting out a hearty giggle.

"yup! i'm 'bout to go get myself a dance with a fine ass nigga!" Aaliyah smiled, hopping down from the stool, as she adjusted the bottom of her dress and hurried off to the dance floor.

"Aaliyah— bitch— you gon' get yo' ass beat!" Leah shouted after her as Aaliyah laughed and shrugged before rushing off to the dance floor.

with the liquor and pettiness in her system, it was bound to be a recipe for disaster. making her way to the dance floor, Aaliyah's hips swayed with each step she took as she moved her body to the sensual track that played loudly in the building.

it didn't take long for Aaliyah to gain a man's attention, and that's one thing that made Tupac choose her over everybody else. she didn't have to do much to get attention. she could just stand there and breathe, and every man would bow down and worship the ground she walked on.

that was the power of being a beautiful and successful black woman.

two masculine hands found their way into Aaliyah's waist as she moved her hips to the beat and a small smirk crept onto her lips, biting down on her bottom lip while she pushed her ass back onto the unknown male behind her.

Aaliyah assumed the unknown male was light-skin because of how light yet melanated his hands were and she also assumed he was tall due to his long arms and big hands, but that wasn't the only thing that Aaliyah noticed about him. the print of his friend poked against her ass and Aaliyah's smirk widened, but before she could continue her dance with the random man, her wrist was snatched up and she was aggressively yanked away from her dance partner, making her squeal in surprise while her brows furrowed.

"excuse y—" before Aaliyah could finish her sentence, she was faced with an angry Tupac, his jaw clenched and his brown eyes darkening as he stared at her.

"let's go. now."

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"so, what the fuck was that? huh? you lettin' random niggas feel on you and shit?" Tupac asked, breaking the tense silence between the two, as his voice was stern and his grip on the steering wheel was tight.

looking over at him, Aaliyah laughed bitterly before grabbing her purse from the floor and beginning to search through it.

"wanna talk about me and shit..." Aaliyah trailed off and grabbed the pictures of Pac with various groups of women that were mailed to her, tossing them in his lap and crossing her arms, "now what the fuck is that?! huh?! you lettin' all then bitches touch on you like you ain't got a woman at home?! see, i knew i should've never trusted you being with Suge's no good ass!"

slowing down at a red light, Tupac looked down at his lap and looked at all the pictures individually before looking over at Aaliyah, "you think i fucked these bitches?"

"ding ding ding! congratulations, you have a properly working brain!" Aaliyah imitated a game show host, a fake smile on her face before she rolled her eyes, "if you ain't fuck these bitches, why y'all so close?! why they touchin' you?! why— why are these bitches on you, Amaru?! talk to me! tell me somethin'!"

"we can talk about this shit when we get home, a'ight? i'm not tryna talk about this while i'm drivin'." Tupac sighed, shaking his head, as Aaliyah smacked her lips and leaned back into her seat, looking out of the window and feeling her blood boil more.

"fine."

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"uh-uh, 'Liyah, bring ya ass back down here, we got shit to discuss." Tupac demanded, watching Aaliyah begin her way up the stairs, as she huffed and made her way back down them, walking into the living room and standing in front of her lover while he sat on the couch.

"and when i say "discuss", i mean talk. stop raisin' ya damn voice at me." Tupac advised, raising a brow at her, as Aaliyah rolled her eyes before sitting down next to him, her arms crossed and resting on her chest while she avoided his eye contact and looked down at her lap.

"don't do that," Tupac lightly grabbed her chin and made her look over at him, "i know you mad, 'Li', but, you gotta talk to me, a'ight?"

looking into his eyes, Aaliyah noticed sincerity in them, and the wall of anger she had pint up was slowly diminishing, causing more frustration to rise within her. she hated how easily she cracked under his eyes, but she loved that he kept it real no matter what — which is one of the things that pulled her towards him anyway.

letting out a sigh, Aaliyah pushed a strand of hair and she glanced down at the floor before parting her lips to speak, "Pac, please tell me you didn't fuck any of those bitches."

"baby, i swear on my life, i didn't fuck any of those broads. i didn't kiss 'em, didn't give 'em my phone number, nothin'. i promise you i didn't." Tupac assured as Aaliyah stared at him, a hint of unsureness in her eyes.

"then explain the pictures. explain to me what happened with those polaroids, Amaru." Aaliyah demanded, trying to suppress her urge to yell at him.

"those are fans, 'Liyah. that's it and that's all. fans. i never fucked 'em. i never touched 'em. never entertained 'em. nothing. i ain't even want the bitches there, nor did i know they'd even be there. Suge invited 'em.—"

"and that's exactly why i don't want you around him, Amaru! he's a bad influence!" Aaliyah snapped, standing to her feet, as she looked down at her lover and crossed her arms, "i knew there was a reason i never liked his big yellow ass! he's tryin' to make you cheat on me! he knows exactly what he's doin'!"

"Aaliyah Faith. lower yo' tone." Tupac warned, calling her by her first and middle name, as he raised a brow at her and Aaliyah bit down on her bottom lip to suppress the disrespectful words that were bound to leave her mouth, crossing her arms for the million time while she turned her back towards him and stared at the wall with a clenched jaw.

"i didn't cheat on yo' ass, 'Liyah. i never have, and i never will, a'ight? but... let's talk about you for a second," Tupac stood up from the couch, his 'Death Row' chain jingling around his neck with the movement, as he stood behind Aaliyah and placed his lips next to her ear, "let's talk about how you was all up on that nigga on the dance floor. how you pushed yo' ass all up on him and let him feel what's mine. you thought i forgot, hm?"

"and who let you leave the house in this tight ass dress?" Tupac muttered in her ear, his brows furrowing, as he tugged at the material of her dress, "shit so tight and short, the bottom of ya asscheeks stickin' out. who told you that you could let them thirsty ass niggas at the club see what's mine, Aaliyah?"

Aaliyah froze at the sudden change in his demeanor. how in the hell did he go from being compassionate and talkative to being ready to rip her out of her dress and go to town? she didn't know the answer, but once she felt his arms wrap around her waist, a heartbeat was soon found in another place.

"now you see how i feel, right? you told me those bitches was too close, but now you lettin' niggas get too close? i ain't fuckin' wit' that, 'Li'."

"and i ain't fuckin' wit' it either. so what we gon' do?" Aaliyah suddenly matched the energy that was given to her by her lover, and Tupac raised his brow at the change in her manner as the two now stared at each other face to face, his hands on her waist and her arms around his neck.

identical smirks clouded the couple's faces as Pac let out a small chuckle, shaking his head while his eyes shined in lust.

"take yo' fine ass upstairs. we ain't done with this conversation."

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"o-oh, my g— yes! don't stop, don't stop, don't sssstop!" Aaliyah shouted, going crosseyed at her lover's aggressive strokes, as her arch deepened and her head rested against Tupac's shoulder, a dazed expression on her face while his hand rested around her neck in a semi-tight grip.

his strokes never ceased from their fast pace and the deepness of his phallus only seemed to dig further inside her walls as her light-skinned face grew rosy and beads of sweat formed on multiple parts of her body, including her lover's. her lips rested ajar, apart from the occasional bites to her bottom one, and her vision faltered repeatedly, no matter how many times she attempted to see straight. faint bruises appeared on her body from the male's aggressiveness, and it only added more fuel to her fire as her eyes rolled back and she felt a rough smack on her ass, making a lazy smile cover her face while a squeak fell from her parted lips.

"i still can't believe you left the house like that, 'Liyah. lettin' all them niggas see what's mine... lettin' all them niggas touch what's mine... who the fuck told you to leave the house and show yo' ass like i'm not fuckin' crazy 'bout you, girl?" Tupac growled, his grip tightening on her neck, as Aaliyah's face held that same lazy smile and she looked up at him, seeing glints of anger yet lust in his brown eyes.

"behind yo' ass, i'll shoot that whole fuckin' club up, 'Li'. you think i want them niggas seein' what's mine?" Tupac muttered, kissing the sides of her face, as he leaned down to her ear and tugged at her earlobe with his teeth, "you're mine, you hear me? mine. nobody else's. you belong to me, Aaliyah Faith. you fuckin' hear me, baby?"

"f-fuck! i-i'm yours! i swear! nobody else's! o-oh, God, Tupac!" Aaliyah cried out, biting down on her lip, as she blinked back tears of pleasure and felt another rough smack on her ass, earning a whimper from her melanated lips while her brows furrowed.

"tell Daddy you're sorry, baby. let 'im know how sorry you are, sweet girl." Tupac cooed in her ear, peppering kisses on her earlobe, as Aaliyah felt her climax come closer and her grip on the sheets in her hand tightened, her eyes screwing shut and her jaw dropping before she let out a loud moan.

"i'm sorry, Daddy, i'm so fuckin' sorry! oh, s-shit, i'm cumming!" Aaliyah moaned loudly before climaxing, her juices clouding Tupac's length and their sheets, as Tupac smirked devilishly against her ear before his strokes suddenly picked up momentum and he pinned her down onto the bed, locking her arms behind her back while tears of pleasure pricked at Aaliyah's eyes for the second time.

"i can't hear you, beautiful. what'chu say?" Tupac whispered in her ear, sending a harsh smack to her ass, as his grip on her arms tightened while he watched tears run down her face, "say it again, pretty. tell me you sorry."

"D-Daddyyy!— i-i'm sorry! i'm so sorry! p-please, i c-can't— oh, my God!" Aaliyah cried, her hands balling up into fists, as Tupac grabbed her ponytail and yanked her head back, earning a feeble whimper from the woman while she looked up at him with glossy eyes.

"let me catch you lettin' anotha' nigga see what's mine again. let me catch you doin' some fuck ass shit like you did tonight with that fuckin' tight ass dress on, Aaliyah. let me catch you doin' some dumbass shit again and see how bad i fuck you up afta' that," Tupac spoke through gritted teeth, staring her dead in the eyes, as Aaliyah's brows furrowed and she gently bit down on her lip, "let me see you doin' some bullshit like that again and i'll air that whole fuckin' club out."

"you should be grateful homeboy walked out alive, baby girl. the way he was touchin' on you, he should've fuckin' got his shit knocked off tryna fuck wit' what's mine," Tupac continued, letting go of her hair and gripping her neck, as Aaliyah hiccuped at the sudden action and she stared submissively at her man, "you see what you do to me, baby? you got me goin' crazy ova' yo' fine ass. you think i'm 'posed to be cool wit' you goin' out in that shit?"

"lettin' all them bitch ass niggas see what i touch every night. what i kiss every night. what i lick every night. what i make cum every. motherfuckin'. night." Tupac growled, roughly squeezing the sides of her neck, as Aaliyah's face was now soaked in tears and the sheets mirrored her face, except they were 10x wetter and they weren't wet from tears.

Aaliyah's speech began to slur and her eyes rolled back into her head as incoherent words left her lips and an aggressive knot formed in her stomach, causing her to whine loudly while her brows furrowed.

"...i-i need to cum... p-please le-let me cum, Daddy." Aaliyah pleaded in a whimper, her words slurring a bit, as Tupac smirked at his lady and his animalistic strokes suddenly slowed, his tip jabbing right into her g-spot and making her jaw drop.

"tell me who you belong to, pretty girl. and then i'll let you cum. deal?" Tupac cooed, biting down on his lip, as he squeezed the sides of her neck and leaned down to kiss her ear, "because if not, you betta' hold that shit or i'ma fuck you up."

"i'm yours, baby! i'm yours! i-i swear i am! this pussy's all yours, Daddy, i promiseeee!" Aaliyah cried, her arch suddenly deepening, as the knot in her stomach slowly began unraveling, "Tupac! o-oh, fuck!"

Aaliyah shouted Tupac's name for a final time before she came, more of her honeydew drenching the sheets and clinging to her lover's erection, as her body weakened in his arms and she let out a soft whimper, her chest rising up and down heavily while her eyes fluttered repeatedly to try to regain her vision.

"aww, look at the mess you made, beautiful. i love how wet this pussy always get fa' me," Tupac cooed, smirking, as he raised his head from her ear and their brown eyes locked, "this yo' dick, right, baby?"

"...of course."

"come show me then."

Aaliyah's lips curled up into a lazy smirk and she bit down on her lip as Tupac's slowly pulled out of her wet sex and laid down on the bed next to her, watching his woman gain strength in her limbs while she crawled over to him. releasing her hair out of her now messy ponytail, Aaliyah tossed the elastic band onto the floor and allowed her hair to cascade down her back as she straddled Tupac's lap, the soreness in her limbs beginning to kick in as she did so.

fighting the aches in her joints, Aaliyah bit down on her lip and raised her hips a bit as she wrapped her fingers around Tupac's soaked phallus, rubbing his tip against her folds for a bit before placing him at her entrance and sliding down. the two lovers released soft gasps of pleasure at Aaliyah's actions and Tupac's hands rested on her hips as Aaliyah bit down on her lip and looked down at her man, who was already staring up at her with lust written in his pretty eyes.

this was her shot to prove that he was all hers, and despite the soreness in her limbs, she was gonna do just that. if he thought he was the only one who could be dominant, he had another thing coming.

leaning down to him, Aaliyah rested her hands on his shoulders as her hips moved up and down at a steady pace, her waist occasionally swirling and earning a small moan out of the man underneath her.

"we been talkin' about me all night," Aaliyah muttered, staring at the man with low eyes, as she bit down on her lip before leaning towards his ear, "now it's time to talk about you."

"how did you think i felt seein' all those pictures, Pac? all them bitches surrounding my man and being all up in his personal space. you think i didn't feel affected by that? hm?" Aaliyah cooed, placing a kiss on his earlobe, as Tupac let out a soft sigh in pleasure and Aaliyah smirked, knowing she had him right where she wanted him.

"you know none of those bitches could do what i do. they couldn't kiss you like i do. they couldn't fuck you like i do. they couldn't suck this dick like i do. they couldn't handle this dick like i do... and they can't ride this dick like i do," Aaliyah growled lowly, bucking her hips onto the male's shaft, as Tupac's hands slid down her ass and grabbed a handful of both cheeks, "you know i know your body better than those bitches do, baby. like... your sweet spot."

Aaliyah's lips wrapped around the top of Tupac's earlobe and she gently tugged at it with her teeth before peppering kisses around it, earning a moan from her lover while she smirked. Tupac fell into a submissive trance — a trance he never even knew he had — and Aaliyah began grinding her hips onto his length as her hands rubbed along his chest, making him twitch inside of her walls.

"fuck, 'Li', if you keep fuckin' around, you gon' make me buss quick." Tupac moaned, biting down on his lip, as Aaliyah smirked and raised her head from her ear, pressing her forehead against his while their heartbeats synced up to match one another.

"i bet those bitches couldn't make you buss quick, could they, Daddy? nobody can do it like me, baby," Aaliyah cooed, a devilish smirk on her face, as she sped up the pace of her grinds and Tupac's hands ran up and down her body, abruptly stopping at her back and gently digging his nails into her skin, "tell me somethin', Pac... who does this dick belong to, baby? tell me who else can make you cum fast. tell me who else knows the right spots to touch. tell me... tell me that you're mine. say it. let me hear you say it, Daddy."

"i'm yours, mama. all yours. mmh, don't stop, i'm 'bout to nut." Tupac moaned, his bushy brows furrowing, as Aaliyah smiled in delight before feeling a knot form in her stomach for a second time, causing the two lovers to moan in sync.

"that's what i like to hear. cum with me, pretty boy."

Aaliyah's hips swiveled and grinded on Tupac's phallus and her juices continued to coat him as some of them dripped down onto the sheets, her walls clenching around his dick while his veins throbbed inside of her. Tupac's gripped Aaliyah's sides and Aaliyah's hands gripped Tupac's shoulders as their foreheads rested upon one another's, fiery passion glossing over both of their brown eyes.

suddenly, Aaliyah's jaw dropped and Tupac's brows furrowed, letting the two know that they were both at their peaks. with a moan of one another's name, Aaliyah came on her man's length and Tupac shot up his woman's club, both of their bodies jolting before relaxing at once. a sigh of relief fell from both of their lips as their grip ceased on each other and Aaliyah rested her head against his chest, tracing over his chain with her finger while Tupac's hands rested against her back.

there was a moment of calm silence between the two before Aaliyah parted her lips to speak, and Tupac rolled his eyes because he knew she was bound to say something smart-mouthed.

"I'll fight every bitch in those pictures." "And I'll shoot that nigga you was dancin' on in the club."

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baby-alien11 · 2 years ago

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Procura coquetearme más

Ethan Landry (Kirsch, Bailey or I don't how what his real last name is) x mexican fem reader

warnings: no ghostface (in this universe Richie actually died in a car accident), friends to lovers

I found @katzluvs idea while looking more Ethan fics, and I instantly thought of the entire school year that I spend at quinceañeras every weekend (including mine) and I got a lot of memories

You and Ethan met during a tour of Blackmore University when both of you were still in high school, being you the one who aproached him noticing how he sent glances at you and his shy aura, let's say that for the entire tour he didn't left your side being a little scared to loose himself from the group

After that, the both of you were inseparable spending time together even knowing each others families (and even knowing what happenned with his older brother)

"So, my cousin is having her quinceañera this weekend", you said while the both of you were watching a movie in his house and eating pizza, "They told me I could bring someone, and I thought of you, what do you think?"

"I've never been in a party like that, or even a normal party", he responded a little nervous

"It doesn't matter, it will be fun, I promise, you could say it's like a family reunion"

"It sounds fun, okay", Ethan nodded making you smile, "But, I don't know how to dance"

"It's easy", you shrugged getting up from the rug, "Come on"

A little doubtful, he did the same while you searched in your Spotify for a song, which was 'Criminal' by Natti Natasha and Ozuna

"Let's have a little class, we will start with urban style, this is like freestyle", you instructed, "Try to move your hips and relax"

At first it was hard because he haven't dance in his entire life, but he kinda understood, kinda, following with something a little more coreographed, 'Procura' from Chichi Peralta

"This is a little more traditional, we could call it a cumbia if we want to say, the ones who dance this more are the adults, but it would help, take my hands and follow me"

Nervous, he took your hands following your moves feeling more confident and tought that the dance was fun

"Okay, with this you can dance all the songs in that style, but the more difficult challenge is this", you said playing 'Payaso de Rodeo', "This is indespensible to learn, beacuse everyone is on the dance floor during this, and if you could hold it, we are going to be one of the few people standing"

"Is this a contest?", Ethan asked with confusion

"No", you replied, "But is fun"

Due to being a little more active, both of you made more space in his room to start practicing the dance, often crashing into each other between laughes, not noticing that Wayne and Quinn were watching everything from the door with confusion, Quinn filming the whole thing for fun

The day of the party who was saturday, Ethan had a little breakdown due to the fact that he didn't know what to wear until he asked you, and you answered saying a suit will be fine

"Who wears a suit to a family reunion?", Ethan asked while pacing in the living room

"I was curious and searched for those type of parties", Quinn said, "It's a big deal, like their MET Gala, also, if she has some hot cousin, can you get his number for me?"

"Are you fucking serious right now?", Ethan exclaimed in disbelief

"Kids, calm down", Wayne interrupted the discussion, "Ethan, here you go, is my jacket and Richie's old formal pants and you have a white formal shirt, it should be fine"

"Thanks dad", Ethan sighed taking the pieces of clothes, "Do you think I need a tie or something?"

"First go take a shower and dress, we'll disscus it later", Wayne instructed gently pushing him towards the bathroom

"Do you think he's going to kiss her today?", Quinn asked her father Ethan entered the bathroom

"I hope so", Wayne sighed

A few hours later, Ethan was still in his room getting ready with Quinn's help, deciding that a tie was no needed, when they heard how the front door was being open follow by your voice, so they hurried to the living room

When Ethan saw you in a light pink jumpsuit and golden high heels with your hair in small waves and golden accesories, he stopped for a moment before Quinn moved his arm in a sign to come back to this reality

"Ethan, hi", you exclaimed hugging him, "You look great"

"Thanks", he smiled with shyness, "You look gorgeous, well, you always look gorgeous"

Laughing a little because of his nervous tone, you took the time to notice he was wearing a black jacket and pants with a white formal shirt with the first two buttons undone, no tie in sight

After a few minutes of Quinn taking photos of both of you, you and Ethan were free to go towards the entrance of the building were your family car was waiting in the street

"Ethan!", your little sister screamed running in his direction, at what him took her in his arms, "I'm so happy your coming"

"I'm too", he responded with sincerity, "You look like a little princess"

"Y/N help me to choose it", she said gesturing the bright pink puffy dress

"¡Niños, apurense!", your mom screamed from the passenger seat, "¡Vamos a llegar tarde!"

Making your way to the car, the six year old child was the first to enter followed by you and Ethan

"Mijo, te ves guapisimo", your mom said turning to watch Ethan

"Gracias", Ethan smiled with his cheeks burning red understanding what she said due to the fact that you teach him some spanish

The moment the car parked outside the building of the events room and Ethan saw all the cars in the parking lot, he knew his sister was serious about the topic

"Here's what you need to know", you said while walikg behind your parents, "La quinceañera will enter after everyone is here, it will probably take an hour, right know they are en la misa de celebración and they will take a lot of photos, after her arrival she will make her gran entrada, following with the waltz and her surprise dance, the snacks and desserts table is closed until after the dances, the little ones had their own menu which is like fast food or something like that, the adults have fancy food, only the adults get to drink the alcohol, gracias a Dios que ya tenemos dieciocho, usually the teens are on the dance floor during the reggeatón songs, and they are outside after that, mostly the couples, during the part were the teens are on the dance floor, the DJ usually gives ballons, hats with funny phrases, funny accesories, it's crazy, don't mind the kids sleeping in chairs it's normal, ¿alguna pregunta?"

"I think not", Ethan answered while the both of you sit in the lounge area, "I tought you only said family only"

"By family, I meant everyone alive from both sides, friends of the family, friends of the quinceañera, and also her brother's friends, oh, and be careful with the aunts", you explained while a waiter aproached to the small sofa, "Dos daiquiris de fresa con vodka, por favor"

"What do you mean to be careful with the aunts?"

"They usually made uncomfortable questions to people that they don't know, in this case, you, don't worry, I'll be by your side", you smiled while taking one of this hands

At first, that gesture took him by surprise but he eventually felt confident enough to bring your hand to his face to leave a kiss on the back, making you blush

Not noticing your parents watching from afar

"Definitivamente van a besarse para el final de la noche", your mother commented

"No estoy listo para que tenga novio", your dad argued with your little sister in his arms

"Me agrada Ethan", the six year old said while playing with a doll, "Cuando va a casa juega a las muñecas conmigo"

Back at the lounge, you and Ethan were enjoying your drinks or taking photos with your hands still together in his lap

Just like you said, some aunts aproached to say hi and ask about Ethan, some uncomfortable cuestions, some not, but the most common was if the two of you were dating, which both of you denied

Just like you said, soon, the entire room was full of people of all ages, everyone dress in their best clothes, when a group of teenagers aproached the both of you to ask if they could use the extra space in the couches, both of you ended up sitting in a corner with you almost on his lap for the lack of space

During the waltz you recorded part of the dance, not noticing the loving look Ethan was giving you, but some younger cousins did, gigling of how cute that was, but neither of you noticed that

After the dances and speach, Ethan was quick in running to the food tables to grab something for the both of you before the other teens ended it

After the dinner was done, all the teenagers filled the big dance floor leaving empty the lounge area, but even after that, you and Ethan stayed together just enjoying the party

"Do you want to dance?", Ethan asked suddenly making you to look him with surprise, "I-I mean, you teach me how to"

"I would love to", you interrupted him

Smiling in confidence, Ethan took your hand to lead you to a free area in the dance floor to dance without bumping onto someone, but you noticed his nervous self looking anywhere but your eyes, in which you took his chin between your fingers connecting your eyes

"Sueltate, ¿esta bien?", you said smiling, "Diviertete"

His body was a little stiff at the beggining, but seeing you move your entire body at the rythim of the urban and reggeatón music made him do the same taking your hands at first, moving them until they ended in your waist, while yours were in the back of his neck

Even when the more "traditional" songs came, both of you still dance with the song while laughing because all the fun both of you were having

"Do you want to get some air?", Ethan asked watching how you were sweating and gasping for air

"Por favor", you nodded

After telling your parents that you were going to get some air, both of you went to the terrace were you sit on one of the bunks in front of the pool, noticing the cold night, Ethan was quick to put his jacket in your shoulders

"So, what do you think?", you asked taking your heels off

"This is wild and fun", Ethan responded, "I definitely want to come to another"

"Well, you are lucky that another cousin is turning quince in a few months"

"But, I don't want to came as only your friend", Ethan said causing you to look at him in surprise, "I like you, since that day we met at the Blackmore tour, and I'm glad you aproached because I honestly couldn't have the courage to do it myself, and..."

Interrupting him mid-phrase, you leaned over to kiss him at what he was surprised at first but soon he circled your waist with his arms, while your hands were in his curls and neck

The lack of air was the thing that made both of you break the kiss, but your foreheads were still together, during those moments, one of Ethan's hands travelled from your waist to the back of your neck

"In that case, do you want to come to the next ones as my boyfriend?", you asked softly tugging at some strands of his hair

"Me encantaría", Ethan answered with almost perfect pronuncation

For the next few minutes, you and Ethan stayed in the same position sharing small pecks and holding each other, enjoying each other's company

That was until the first melodies of Payaso de Rodeo started sounding, causing the both of you to run inside the room to join the dance

#baby alien creations #ethan landry x fem!reader #ethan landry imagine #ethan landry x you #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry #scream #jack champion #jack champion imagine #ethan landry fanfiction #scream 6 au #ethan landry fluff #ethan landry fic #Spotify

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where-are-the-spooky-gays-2 · 6 months ago

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hey, I heard you liked assassin AUs? this ask turned out long as eff, whoops.

tw: mentions of death, murder, gore, dismemberment, mutilation, poison, and probably more. General assassin stuff. (not described, just mentioned)(murder, death, and poison are mentioned throughout, but the rest is just in the first paragraph)

so:

Everyone has heard of the Duke, he’s a terror. He kills for anyone who pays him, and he does it gruesomely. If you want hearts ripped out of chests, people ground into sausage meat, one body part sent to each of the corpse’s loved ones, you go to the Duke. I heard he lives in the forest near… I know someone who knows someone… he’s easy to find, just go north. The Duke is the kind of story older kids tell to their younger siblings. He’ll find you, he’ll rip you in half… Other, less well-known assassins have said that he won’t last long. They’ve seen killers with his style before, they get careless. They get caught. It hasn’t happened yet though, so who knows? One of those assassins is found impaled the next day, DUKE carved into his chest as a warning to the others.

Very few have heard of Anxiety.

Good, Virgil thinks, as he slips ricin powder into a teabag. (He works as a castor oil salesman, he has to use the byproduct for something.) He mails the teabag to the address written on the discreet envelope he had received, and another corrupt politician is dead within the month. Technically, Virgil’s never killed anyone. It’s none of his business what his clients do with his products, after all.

One day, Virgil is collecting the mail from the false address he uses as Anxiety, and he notices a letter. The stationery is too fancy, the handwriting would be easily identified—either this client is very stupid or they don’t care about being found out, which amounts to the same thing regardless. He carefully opens the letter.

It contains a hundred worth of marks, and instructions.

The instructions say to travel to the royal court. To get a job as a servant in the palace kitchens. To administer his product to the king and four others, whose names Virgil only vaguely recognizes. They must be important, though, for this much money.

He doesn’t usually travel, and this job seems dangerous... Clearly, more factors are at play here than a hired killer is permitted to know. But the letter promises four hundred more when the murder is done, and, well, that’s a lot of money. Virgil would be set for life. And who knows the consequences if he declines?

He starts a mental packing list, and is on the road to the court within the week.

(end)

idk yet what happens next—my current idea is that Remus is also hired to kill the same people, and only the person who completes the job gets paid for it. That’s not great though… I kinda feel like one of them (probably Virgil) would just give up on the job if there was competition. It’d be pretty easy to contrive a reason for them to Not Do That—maybe if they don’t complete the job, they get killed? Virgil’s mysterious employer is already planning to kill him when the job is done, though—can’t have anyone knowing that you were (indirectly) the one to kill the previous king. Virgil isn’t fully aware of his employer’s plans, but he suspects. Virgil suspects everything. Paranoia keeps him alive.

WAIT ACTUALLY IDEA (you are watching me brainstorm this au in real time)(ooh, how would a brainstorm work in the Mindscape? anyways)

I stopped typing for a sec and my brain wandered over to thinking about where the other sides could come into this au. (bear with me. also, this idea isn’t necessarily better than the last one. you have been warned.)

So. Virgil’s employer (who I will call M. Evil or probably Mevil from now on) is probably killing the four people who are ahead of them for the throne, right?

And Roman is a prince, right?

So: Remus is Roman’s brother… c!Thomas is their dad… Logan and Janus are also ahead of Mevil for the throne (maybe one or both of them is engaged to Roman)… See where I’m going with this? (Maybe? Yes? No?)

(and Patton is the royal baker, Virgil’s boss while he works at the palace. Nobody is trying to kill him, but he might be accidentally endangered anyways)

okay, so Remus is the black sheep of the family, as he is wont to be in basically every AU I write. Being the Duke is sort of his side hobby? (Legally, he is a duke. Being a serial killer is the side hobby) He travels a lot, which is fairly normal for nobility. And wherever he goes, bloodshed follows.

There are theories among the kingdom that the Duke is following Remus, disturbingly obsessed with him. No one suspects that Remus might be the Duke, because Remus is a public figure and is ostensibly under too much scrutiny to get away with literal murder. Interestingly enough, it’s usually the crown’s political opponents who are murdered? Who knows why that could be.

Somehow (brainstorm first, details later) Remus hears of a plot to murder himself, his twin, his father, and a few of his favourite court members. He travels back to the court to protect them, because who can defend from an assassin better than an assassin? He immediately clocks Virgil as the would-be-killer, they mutually attempt to kill each other a few times, then they fall in gay love and kill Mevil. The end.

hmm. not the best, but probably better than my first idea.

thoughts?

-🐢

I fucking L O V E both ideas S O fucking much oml P L E A S E!!! I absolutely adore the cleverness of their assassin names and Ree being the most creatively gruesome towards his targets is so badass and fitting!!! Character!Thomas being the Creativitwins' dads is such an underrated concept that I L O V E and I am L O O K I N G at that Roloceit implication 👀👀👀👀👀👀 I seriously find the concept that no one suspects Ree to be a known assassin because of his title and that he'd "easily be caught" is D E L I C I O U S like he's just doing his royal duties nothing to see here he's definitely not causing murders or anything XD Also I L O V E that the beloveds are out for each other at first because Ree needs to protect himself and his people but they end up in love and killing Vee's employer instead that's just beautiful <3

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marvelobsessed134 · 1 year ago

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Hey could I get a Crüe fic

Reader x Tommy Lee

(Back in the 80s so young Tommy, reader and Tommy are around same age and all)

Reader happens to be a bassist from another band and Tommy finds his heart caught up on them, later on flowers arrive at their backstage room randomly, and Tommy asks the reader on a date, they accept and things get heated at the after party they attend together (later on)

Thank ya :)

Maroon

Pairings: Tommy Lee x Fem!Bassist!reader

Warnings: Smut, choking, dom!tommy, sub!reader, public-ish sex? And I think that’s it.

Summary: Tommy falls head over heels for you seeing you perform with your band and things get heated.

“Ok guys. Let’s do this!” Your singer said before the four of you walked out onstage. You’re in an all girl hard rock band, and while it’s hard to be a woman in this industry, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Music has been your passion ever since you were younger and your father bought you your first bass guitar. And to now be able to be in a band with your best girlfriends, you’re living the dream.

Tonight you’re performing at the infamous Whisky A Go Go. Little did you know that another band was there.

Mötley Crüe.

They just got done playing but stuck around to watch what other bands performed. And, your band Medusa, was one of them.

Tommy was completely entranced by you. You were wearing a tight outfit, hair teased to the sky, but also so feminine and delicate looking despite dressing tough.

And the music was really good, too. While yes he and his band mates made comments about the fact you were all women but generally, they liked the music.

After the show, you were just redoing your hair again into a nicer style when someone knocked on the door. “Come in!” You called out.

“These flowers were delivered for you in just over a minute ago. Don’t know how they got here so fast but enjoy.” The booking agent said and you thanked him before taking a look.

They were pretty purple flowers. And there was a note attached, “Come to the after party.” With an address written below it. You don’t know who sent these, but was always up for a party.

You decided to go alone, which may not be the smartest decision but whatever. The apartment was right above the whisky and was absolutely trashed. Full of people smoking and drinking, the porch has beer cans piled up. The window was smashed open and people used it to go in and out because the door was bolted down.

You carefully climbed through the window before taking a look at your surroundings. For a small apartment, it held quite a few people.

Just as you decided you should leave, someone called out to you. “Hey! You made it!” You turned to see a tall, lanky brunette with a goofy smile that gave you butterflies.

“Um, hi I was sent a note with flowers to come here?” You asked.

“Uh, yeah. That was me. I sent the flowers.” He chuckled nervously.

“Wow, well they are very beautiful. What’s your name?”

“Tommy. Tommy Lee. Yours?”

“Y/n. Y/n L/n.” The two of of you shook hands.

“Wanna get a drink?” Tommy asked after a few moments of silence.

“Sure!” You happily replied and he took you over to the small, crowded kitchen and grabbed you a cup of Jack Daniels. You took a few sips before beginning to talk about your band.

You knew Tommy was in a band, of course he was. He was definitely the type.

Tommy couldn’t keep his eyes off you, and his desire for you was growing. The way your tits perfectly fit that tight shirt, the way those short shorts cupped your ass.

Then, he leaned in and kissed you. You were surprised but kissed him back. The two of you pulled away, looking into each others lust blown eyes. “Wanna go to my room?” He asked and you nodded instantly. The drummer chuckled before grabbing your hand and pulling you down the hall into his room. He locked the door before pushing you up against it, making out with you feverishly as his hands roamed your body before finally cupping your tits.

“Mmm Tommy, I don’t think I can wait any longer.” You moaned.

“Are you sure, baby?” The nickname made you even more wet. “Yes, I’m sure.”

And so, he pushed you onto his bed and pulled his shirt over his head. You admired his slender body before doing the same, removing your bra as well. Tommy groaned at the sight of your tits popping our before taking a nipple into his mouth. You were already so sensitive and so this added pleasure sent you over the edge.

“Tommy, please.” You moaned.

“What do you need babygirl?” Fuck, you loved when he called you that.

“I need you to fuck me.” You responded as calmly as you could.

The drummer chuckled before unbuckling his belt and dropped his pants and boxers to the floor. Your eyes widened at the size of his length, wondering if he’d even fit.

“Oh, you’ll take it. You’ll take it just fine.” He chuckled darkly before lining himself up and pushing into you, the two of you moaning at the same time.

“Fuck you’re tight.” He groaned before moving faster. “Mmm Tommy, fuck!” You moaned.

Then, as his movements started getting rougher and faster, he wrapped his hand around your throat and pressed on both sides with his thumb and index finger causing your breath to slow.

You moaned loudly at the action, causing Tommy to chuckle, “Aw you like getting choked don’t you?”

You nodded with a “mhm” before clenching around his cock, your eyes rolling back. Tommy finished not long after you, shooting his hot load inside of you.

He flopped next to you on the bed and pulled you to rest on his chest. The two of you were breathing heavily.

“Did I hurt you?” He asked suddenly.

“No. I liked it.”

“Haha, good. Wanna go out sometime?”

You pressed a kiss to his cheek, “I’d love to.”

#motley crue x reader #motley crue #nikki sixx #tommy lee #vince neil #mick mars #fanfic #smutty fanfic #smut #motley crue imagines #motley crue smut #current tommy lee x reader #tommy lee smut

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gaelic-symphony · 11 months ago

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hi!! :)

i hope this isn't weird, but i love reading your posts about judaism to learn more from it. i don't follow any religion but i love getting to know them from people who do

and if you don't mind me asking, what are your favourite things about it? <3

i hope i have expressed myself well and you don't mind this 🫶🏼

I actually love this ask, and I'm so glad you sent it! There are so many things I love about Judaism, it would take me forever to come up with a list of them, but here are a few of my favorites:

I love our everyday rituals. I love keeping kosher and going to the kosher supermarket. I love that every time I eat or go grocery shopping, I'm affirming my connection to my people and my ancestors. I love that we have blessings for the most mundane human activities like washing our hands. I love ending every week with Shabbat. I love how it gives us a day to rest and reflect and be thankful before we start a new week, and I love having the weekly marker of Shabbat to track the passage of time. I love that you don't have to subscribe to any particular version of Jewish theology or believe that we do these things because Hashem commanded us in order to participate fully in these rituals. You can do them just because you find meaning in them. You can do them just because you're proud to be Jewish and follow the traditions of your ancestors.

I love our holidays. So many of them commemorate our survival against those who tried to wipe us out: Purim, Chanukah, Passover. Every year, we tell the story of our peoples' perseverance. We reflect on the strength and courage of generations of Jews before us that allowed our continued survival into the present day. Other holidays are seasonal markers of time. Tu B'Shvat is a little over a week away, and it's our "new year for trees," the time of year when the earliest trees start to bloom in the Land of Israel. Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur mark the end of the old year and beginning of a new one, and give us the chance to leave our mistakes of the past year behind and learn from them moving forward as we start fresh with a brand new year. Sukkot is a traditional celebration of the annual harvest. And other holidays, we're just so happy to be Jewish that we need to throw a party about it! Shavuot celebrates the Israelites receiving the Torah from Hashem at Mount Sinai, and then we celebrate the Torah again on Simchat Torah, when we read the very last verses of the book of Dvarim and start all over again with Bereshit.

I love our music. Our daily prayers are set to music, with special nusach (melodies) for Shabbat and holidays. When we read from the Torah or the books of the prophets, we chant the words to the same melodies our ancestors have done for centuries. We sing as a way to connect with each other and with Hashem. We sing the psalms of King David, and we sing wordless melodies we call niggunim. We've developed our own styles of secular, non-liturgical music and dance: klezmer and canciones, the horah and the Yemenite step, and many, many more!

I love our scholarship. Our scholarly tradition is one of questioning and arguing, neither of which are viewed negatively in Jewish tradition! We love to ask ourselves "what if" and "why," and the point isn't so much finding a singular answer as it is the process of engaging with the text. Does it really matter as a real-world issue whether there are any Pokemon that would be kosher to eat? Of course not! But that's exactly the type of thing we love to argue over, and if the ancient rabbinic sages like Hillel and Akiva and Rashi and Maimonides were alive today, I guarantee you they would have opinions on the matter.

I love our joy. There is so much joy that comes with being Jewish, a joy we feel just for being alive against all odds. Most of our prayers are not asking Hashem for the things we want, but thanking Hashem for the things we have. We have a brachah we say specifically to thank Hashem for the opportunity to fix what is broken in this world. Our history has rarely been a happy one, but we have always found reasons to rejoice. We danced and sang and celebrated our holidays and life events even in the Warsaw Ghetto. This past December, during one of the saddest, heaviest, and scariest times for our people since the Shoah, Jews all over the world celebrated Chanukah like we always do. In the midst of our mourning, we found joy. Literally and figuratively, we came together as a tribe to create light in the darkness.

#asked and answered #anon #jumblr #jewish #jewish positivity #jewish joy

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nerdysleepybunny · 3 months ago

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why hello lovely author :D

it’s the person that asked for the Don with a confident, yet oblivious crush kiss hcs a while ago, and i thought they were so fucking cute <33

if you’re not too busy, and as a part two to those headcanons, i now request some wholesome hcs with Don, like cuddling, dates, forms of affection, who would be the big/little spoon, would he be fine as either, when is he down for cuddling, things like that.

i hope you’re taking care of yourself and remembering to get enough sleep, drink enough water, eating enough food, etc. :D

GIRRRRL YOU SENT THIS ASK LITERALLY LAST YEAR I AM SO SO SORRY 😭🫶🏻

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Fandom(s): The Promised Neverland

Character(s): Don (ft. Ray, Emma, Norman)

Reader: Gender neutral (they/you)

TW: N/A

Style: Hcs

Summary: general dating hcs with Don <3

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Honeymoon stage? Nah, this is honeymoon LIFE. Especially since you guys are young, I don’t think he’ll ever get over the excitement of dating you until you guys are older 😭

But then again the show isn’t really about maturing, it’s more about just surviving. So I doubt Don would ever grow up 💀

Maybe in the human world!

But let’s keep it in the house for now ^^

As for cuddles, Don is kind of shy at first.

He wants to keep any physical affection in private, saying he doesn’t want anybody (Gilda) to know and that he has a “reputation” (he does indeed have a reputation… just not the kind he wants 😭)

Later on in the relationship is when he begins to show you off! The mix of knowing you’re in it with him for the long one AND gaining confidence in himself with the help of the fullscore trio, he loses a lot of his shame.

Doesn’t lose an ounce of his stupidity, though. He’ll walk around with you with his arm on your shoulder and showing you off, acting like he’s the big man 😭

I see Don as a cuddle switch. But tbh I don't really see him doing spoon cuddles. I feel like you two would cuddle lying on your sides directly next to each other, face to face, legs tangled and arms wrapped around each other.

Also Don tosses and turns in his sleep, sorry I don't make the rules

If you're a light sleeper you'll wake up to him pushing you away in his sleep so he's completely spread out on the bed and you're about to fall off

If you're a deep sleeper and don't get pushed off the bed by him, you'll just wake up to the both of you in completely different positions than how you started out

Yes, you've seen him on the floor once.

(Would Isabella even allow the children to sleep together?)

(Just saying, if Isabella were to be strict about the children each sleeping in their own beds, you and Don absolutely secretly cuddle together. Might make hcs of secret cuddling with different TPN characters :3)

There isn't much you can do for "dates" in the house..

But Don tries anyway!

Picks flowers for you if you like them

Idk Don seems like the type to enjoy arts and crafts

Arts and crafts date!!! :D

Have y'all seen those tiktoks of people making clay stuff with their partner? Those are the vibes I'm getting

Don sucks ass at making literally anything but he has fun anyway! Especially if you praise his work

Bring the fullscore trio into it and it'll be even more fun

(The trio will in fact tryhard but like in the sweetest way possible? Like you and Don will be pissed but how can you stay mad at those sweethearts)

Emma and Norman would proudly present their picture perfect clay creations and then see your bad ones and be like "oh... it's okay, practice makes perfect!"

I love you guys but please stfu

I wanna say that Ray would say something mean but tbh I don't really see him as the bragging type? Maybe as a joke to close friends, but he wouldn't do it to just anyone. Especially around the other children.

If you have little siblings/cousins and you're both doing something that you're good at, you learn to go easy on them so they don't cry 😭

Anyways back to Don

Likes smooches! I see him prefering skin kisses over lip kisses

A quick peck on the lips is fine, and a good way to fluster him

But a whole make out sesh is ehhh

Y'all are kids, you shouldn't be doing that anyway 😭

Loves loves lovesss kisses all over the face though!

Forehead, nose, cheeks

They make him smile :)

They especially feel good when he's still trying to get over the truth of the secret

He'll remember all of his dead siblings and begin spiraling, but your loving kisses keep him grounded

It reminds him that you're there for him, and gives him a reason to keep going; to not lose you as well

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Apologies again for the wait! I love your Don asks <3

#bun writes #the promised neverland #tpn ray #tpn norman #tpn emma #tpn gilda #tpn don #tpn isabella

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catras-breakup-song · 12 days ago

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I know v0id-clawz is one of the recent people wa came after and you can see some of the asks on their blog. Its unfortunately quite real; thestargayzingetherian has a series of docs with receipts and miraculoustakes was also talking about it because they used to do the same thing to miraculous ladybug fans

If you search “salty kinkshamer” on wa’s blog you can also see some messed up stuff from like 2016 for yourself. She’s lying about not having seen the docs because everyone who contributed has been getting slammed

I know this is your friend and I’m not asking you to change that but she’s hurting people and has been for a long time

thank you for at least providing something for me to work with. while i still don’t know the full story, i can address a bit of research i did.

the only asks on the blogs of v0id-clawz (who is a catradora anti so i'd rather not dive too deep and break their boundaries or make myself uncomfortable) & miraculoustakes that i could find from searching "witch apologist" are VERY recent, like... as of yesterday recent. and there aren't more than 2-3 on each. not to mention, these still carry the same issue as you in that it’s all words from unnamed blogs with no proof. the fact that it’s multiple people means nothing when we know there’s a whole clique of people supposedly trying to “cancel” (for lack of a better term sorry) WA. also, i don't want to accuse you of anything so this isn't an attack because i'm still open to reading from you, but it looked to me like those anons' typing styles were similar to yours. not sure if that says anything (or enough) but i’m throwing it out there anyway.

i couldn't find anything on @thestargayzingetherian by searching "witch apologist", "doc", "document", and "receipt." do you have any other suggestions, or a link? or would she know what you're talking about since i tagged (feel free to ignore this btw; i apologize if you didn't want to be involved but i don't like mentioning people without them knowing)?

i don't really have an opinion about kink discourse, at least not one i'd like to share in public on any of my blogs. if you're going to assume my stance from this, make it neutral.

i'll be wary of stuff that went down in 2016-2018 since holding people accountable is important, but it's also important to remember that was 6-8 years ago, so i'm not too keen on defining someone by their actions after so much time. i had mindsets that i wasn't proud of as little as 3-4 years ago (although it didn't directly affect anyone nearly as much), so i believe in improvement. i mean, hell, i'm literally a catra kin/stan. that being said, i appreciate that you’re not trying to force me to break it off.

now, i’m speaking for WA here since i sent them a screenshot of this before posting, and here’s what they said (paraphrased):

1. they can’t access the google doc because it’s limited to invitations, and they’re not willing to give their main(?) email. they can’t create a new burner one because they need an extra phone number which isn’t readily available, but are currently looking into if they have any old ones from a while back. that being said (i have only partially brought this up in a different way), i can volunteer to do that with my own extra email and screenshot parts of it or something, or send a recording of me scrolling through. i’ll just need a link. UPDATE: they suggested the same thing right as i was ready to post this, and have already sent me the link. i’ll see what i can do.

like i said, i won’t reveal whether i’m positive or negative about kink stuff, but obviously i have to stand against certain dark themes people are into initiating such as CSEM, rape/CNC, actual incest (as opposed to catradora lmao), etc, which is what they claim to have been shaming years ago.

#asks #anon #discourse #witch-apologist #cw kink #cw rape #tw rape #cw csem #tw csem #cw incest

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onskepa · 1 year ago

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How about a neteyam x human!fem!reader one? Reader is Norm's daughter and she is a DJ. She came to Pandora to show the na'vi some human music

Hellooooooooo sweetie! So this very new to me, had to look into a bit of the whole DJ and their style. Hopefully this turns out as good as I had hoped! Enjoy~!!

Rhythm of sound , Hot feet

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DJ'Otxang in the house!

"daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad!!"

"no is no and I mean it kiddo" norm was huffing as he shoves the last things in the car. Norm Spellman, a scientist who had finished his avatar training not to long ago, is to be sent to pandora. But he is a father as well to a sparky kid with a taste for music.

He cant leave his child on earth, in the hands of the government, so with special permission, he was allowed to take his daughter with him. Which is a sigh of relief.

But also a slight pain in the ass.

His little muse, the sparkle in his eye, his scource of happiness...

Refuses to leave the planet unless she gets her hands of the DJ mixer AV-9400. Apparently its the "mixer of all mixer's". And way too expensive.

Rolling his eyes, he grabs his child like a sack of potato's. "Dad come on!! let me have this!!" sparky moved and thrashed as she was being shoved in the car. All her begging's and pleas landed in deaf ears. "The RDA stationary" norm commands the ai in his rental car, it obeys and begins the car.

His kid rolls her eyes and pouts in the back seat. "We are leaving this metal planet for who knows how long and I cant keep the only good thing, music!" she dramatically falls to her side. Norm huffs at her act, "don't worry, you can make plenty of music when we get to pandora" he says.

Unknowns to him, the little muse was tucking an item safely into her bag.

"dad if I die-"

"You are not going to die, we will just be asleep for a good while" norm reassured his daughter as she was being settled for the hyper sleep. "But still! let me just say this!" she urged before the specialist was setting the bed. Norm had his full attention on her. "What is it?" he urges.

Grinning, she says "I stole the AV-9400 mixer".

"oh you little-"

Life on pandora was going wonderful. Well, after all the hell that happened between humans and na'vi. Pandora became the girl's forever home. Not that she doesn't mind. But one thing she does miss, is listening to earth music. Ever since hell's gate was destroyed, all communication with planet earth was gone. Meaning she couldn't get space signal to collect more music.

So, using her well trusted mixer, all the music she has gathered, she made remixes. From all her time with technology and engineering, sparky had quiet the magical hands in fixing and creating music type technology. She even updated her mixer and added more!

But with all the tools to create music and replay music, who is willing to hear them?

"what are those big things?"

"speakers, to release sounds"

"those are some weird lights"

"they are called RGB lights"

"ooooh! so many buttons!"

"LO'AK NO!"

lo'ak was one inch away from pressing a random button in the mixer. Looking at his friends deathly glare, he backed away. Good choice. The sully kids and spider went to visit the human's one and only musician.

Neteyam looks at all the fancy technology he hasn't seen before. "All of this...to make music?" he asks. The instruments his people use were made of natural materials from the forest. But for humans? Odd devices.

Sparky extends her arms wide, gesturing her equipment's, smiling happily, "yup, with the tools and my magical hands I can create anything! watch this!".

The girl climbs up to her little stage where her main mixer is at, turns it on with shinning lights and begins to work her magic. Tunning up the volume and playing around with other buttons, interesting sounds were released from the speakers.

"DJ IN THE HOUUUUUUUUUSE~!!" she shouts and puts a remix on high blast. Tuk was all for it and began to dance silly with spider. Lo'ak was getting into the rhythm and dance in the most weird movements ever. Kiri was smiling and just bobbing her head to the beat.

Neteyam? He was slightly confused how such odd sounds are created. He carefully observes his friends hands as she moves some circular things and moving small slides to increase the volume or shinny buttons to add a new beat. It was so odd yet...so interesting.

After a few minutes, the "music" ended, with the kids clapping at sparky's performance. She does a playful bow and hops down. Lo'ak gasped and snapped his fingers. "I know what we should do! we can invite many of our friends and others around our age and make a awesome night!" he suggests. The others thought about it and liked the idea, a party just for the kids and no adults around? Heck yeah!

Neteyam agreed to the idea, while he wasn't so fully invested in human stuff, music is an exception. "I think lo'ak is right. This might actually be fun" he adds, tuk and spider were jumping in excitement already chatting about what would they do. Kiri looks at her big brother is some.....skepticism. Not always does neteyam do anything fun without reason.

Word spread fast among the young na'vi, a little party with a human as the performer? Sounds very interesting and exciting. Where the party will be held is in a cave of one of the floating mountains. Chose by sparky as it echo's well and big enough for many to go in and not feel squished.

Setting up her equipment as the others prepare the area to make it inviting with lights and cute festive items. Neteyam stood by and simply observe the human musician. Really there wasn't much for him to do aside from offering assistance but everyone seem to have everything under control.

Getting closer, he peaks over to see what the girl is doing. As though feeling his gaze, she turns and smiles. "Hey, need something neteyam?" she asks.

Nodding slightly, he asks "I still don't understand, How do you make music with so many buttons..?". With a wide grin, she grabs his bigger hand and guides to her equipment. "Lets see if what I will say make sense to you. Ya see, almost all of the sounds I make are recorded from music from Earth. I gathered as many as I could when hells gate was operating. With ease song and beat earth music had, I would take it apart and make something new from it. So far understanding?" she explains.

Neteyam nods slowly, lo'ak or his other siblings would have better understanding at this. Sparky continues, "each button is for a specific sound or rhythm. I just press some to make a nice beat, it is like cooking. Using special items to make the blend perfect. The lights help with the mood and energy that matches with the music". She looks at the sully's boys eyes, seems he understands a bit. Perhaps hands on experience will do better.

"hey, why not try it?" she offers. Quickly neteyam holds his hands up. "No thank you, I rather not touch anything. I could break something" neteyam hesitates. Sparky cackles a bit and shrugs it, "its fine, these things have been through a lot of my rages. A heavy tap wont do much c'mon!". Taking his hands and guides them to her mixer, she begins to explain what each thing does in detail.

"See here is the volumes, that is for the bass and that one is...."

It was amazing! All na'vi teens surprisingly LOVE DJ music. From EDM, funk, techno, and hip hop! Even they have given her the name DJ'otxang! It was a fitting title and will stick by it.

Many shouted, danced and were having the time of their young lives. Lo'ak was a part animal and would brag that he "made most of music". Otxang would roll her eyes but let him be. Letting the vibration of her music flow from her hands to the cave. Everyone feeling the waves of the beat and getting into the mood and matching energy.

This was what she wanted, to share her creativity with those willing to hear. What she dreamed of now achieved. And it is glorious! Oh how she wanted to keep at this. To show the na'vi not everything that is human is evil. To show there is common ground, and what is better than with music?

After the party, everyone left, neteyam stayed with Otxang up at the top of the mountain. Taking a moment between themselves. "Everyone loved you..." neteyam comments. Otxang was playing with a smaller holographic mixer as the both enjoyed the nightly breeze.

She turns to look at neteyam who seemed tired but struggling to sleep. "Hey, you know...not all music is loud. There is some soothing ones too" Otxang says. Neteyam turns to look at her, interested to hear more. "oh yeah? like that?" he asks.

"like this" otxang plays some keys and a soft lovely melody was playing. It wasn't fast pace nor noisy, it was sweet and simple. Almost makes neteyam want to sleep. "Get some rest big boy, we got nothing but time right now" otxang coos as neteyam slowly places his hand on the soft grass, listening to the soft music his dear friend is playing. Sleep at last taking over.

Perhaps Earth music isn't so bad after all.

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Aaaaaaaaaaaaaand that is all for this one! so sorry for the long wait! But I hope is to your satisfaction! until next time! see ya!

Otxang = musical instrument (generic term)

#avatar #avatar the way of water #na'vi x reader #na'vi avatar #avatar 2 #na'vi x human #lo'ak #kiri #tuk #spider socorro #neteyam fluff #neteyam sully #neteyam x reader #neteyam #na'vi x human reader #neteyam x human reader #neteyam x you #neteyam x y/n

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skzhua · 2 years ago

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Got It (Lee Minho x Reader)

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Genre: Choreographer!Lee Minho x Dance Captain!Reader, female reader, fluff, slow burn.

Word Count: 5,532

Warnings: Slight cursing, drinking.

Summary: Nobody seems to be fond of the new choreographer, but he does seem to grow fond of you.

A/N: I had no choice but to included Itzy and the Hwang siblings cause, man, I love those two groups together. And yes, I am well aware they are not real siblings but let me live my dream, thank you. :D

30 minutes. That's how late you were, 30 minutes. In your 20 years of living, never once were you late to a dance practice, especially not the first of the season.

Last summer, you finished first in 3 categories – female solo, duet and female group – and it was your best year so far. You've been dancing since you learned to stand on two feet and anyone who had eyes could recognize you are talented. Very much so, your previous dance coach and choreographer had promoted you to dance captain a few years ago. You took your role so seriously, you would stay late in the dance studio only to practice. You even started to throw small parties here and there in order to bond with your teammates.

That's why you couldn't believe it when you woke up to a message from Yeji that practice had started 10 minutes ago. You were so glad you lived near the dance studio, but with getting ready and bringing your practice bag with you, 20 minutes had passed when you finally walked in the room. The 7 pairs of eyes stares at you as soon as you opened the door and you smiled sheepishly, embarrassed.

"Hey, guys..." you said, in a small voice.

"Where the hell were you? I called you 5 times and sent so many texts, and you never answered!" Yeji yelled out, walking to you as the sweat was dripping on her face. "We are dying here without you!"

"Dying? What do you mean?" you asked, confused as you looked over to your other teammates for an answer.

Felix spoke out as he looked down. "We have a new choreographer."

"What? I thought Miss Park was coming back again this year."

"Nope." Ryujin continued. "We have Mister Lee Minho, now." Almost instantly, the door behind you opened revealing an handsome man, around your age. "Talking about him..." she trailed off.

With the looks of a prince, the lean body of a professional dancer and doe-like eyes, he still gave off an intimidating presence. No wonder the crew seemed almost scared of the man. However, you were not the kind to be threatened by any authority figures, even less a new dance coach. You have seen every types, and this Lee Minho didn't phase you in the slightest.

"I suppose you are Y/N." he said in a stern voice.

"And I assume you are Lee Minho."

"You're late."

"I know."

"I would have expected better from our dance captain. Are you sure you deserve this title?" he pondered, almost challenging you.

"I'm certain, yes."

"Don't be late again." he simply sighed before walking to the front. "Alright guys, now that stretching is done, shall we start reviewing some moves from last year? I want to see your level before determining what style I want to work with you all."

With that being said, one by one, you offered your best performance in front of the new coach. Once you all passed, he required for you to dance as a group. After being done, he dismissed you all, saying he'll figure out what style he'll go for and who seems to be the strongest dancers among the crew.

Taking a sip from your water bottle, you and Chan started to gather your things to leave afterwards.

"He's making us sweat like crazy! It's even worse than when I go work out. I'm already sore!" the man complained like a child.

"It's harsher than with Miss Park, but I think he's good. He seems serious and knowledgeable about dancing, I'm sure he'll do good to our group." you defended.

"Y/N, he literally embarrassed you in front of everyone."

"And so? He knows how to discipline people, that's good I think."

Yeji frowned at your statement as she joined in the conversation. "You like having a strict coach?"

"How am I supposed to improve if I don't have someone to push my limits?"

"She might just like Mr. Lee." Chan teased but you simply ignored him while the others responded with more teasing and laughter.

As you were all leaving the room, your name was called out. To no surprise, Minho was the one asking for you. You let the others know you'll join them afterwards before making your way to Minho.

"Yes?"

Minho took a minute to observe you. He had noticed your talent, there was no doubt you were, by far, one of, if not, the best among the crew. He had seen so many dancers, he knew for sure how to spot a great one. However, you had something intriguing. Unlike the others, you understood how having pressure only helps to improve.

"I might have to take my words back, you surprised me today."

You nodded you head in acknowledgement of his compliment. "Thank you, and so have you. Rare it is someone who has this much authority on a group on the first practice."

He laughed at your remark. "I know how to put people back to their place."

"Right."

"I'd like for you to arrive in time next practice. I like to be punctual, so please don't make me wait."

"I'm not late usually. It's only because you started at 8 and we used to start at 9." you explained, but he didn't seem to accept your justification.

"Well, get used to it. 8:00am this Thursday. On time, please."

You nodded rapidly and he dismissed you. When you stepped out of the building, Yeji, Chan and Hyunjin were waiting for you as they were discussing. Hyunjin noticed you quickly and hurried to you.

"What did he want?"

"He asked me to not be late next time, that's all."

"I don't like him, he nags you when you're literally the most well-behaved among us." Hyunjin pouted as you started to walk towards your usual ice cream shop.

"He nags all of us, though?" Yeji pointed out to her brother.

Hyunjin ignored her as he opened the door of the shop, allowing you all to enter the place. The fresh odor of sugar mixed with a fruity scent made you smile, especially after you spotted Jeongin at the counter. You have come to the place so often, it was inevitable for you to bond with the young cashier. As you kept showing up at his workplace, he had started to give you some discounts.

"Jeongin!" you exclaimed while making your way to the ice cream display.

"Hey guys! The usual?"

"I think I'll have strawberry sorbet this time." you answered.

"Same." Chan said.

The siblings took their usual ice cream cones and Jeongin was quick to make your orders. You savoured your sorbet while the others engaged in a conversation you were, frankly, not listening to at all. Instead, your mind wandered off to your interaction with Minho. It was so odd. There was an obvious respect between the two of you, but you felt as if he was testing you. Even the few remarks he made throughout the whole practice, they had a hint of challenge in them. You couldn't help but feel intrigued by him. How was it going to be this year with him among the group? You'd have to wait and see.

Three months had passed since that first practice. As promised, you were never late again. In fact, you were always the first one to get there, arriving about 10 minutes beforehand. Minho seemed to be the early type too, because he was always there in advance as well. The first time you arrived at the same time, it was rather uncomfortable. Neither if you spoke while you were stretching to the music Minho had put. As time passed, you started to converse with one another. It could be about dancing, about the weather, about food, even about his cats. Somehow, you always had something to talk about. The more you two talked, the more you got to see his crazy side. Believe it or not, Minho might be the craziest person you know. The man carries bundles and is a literal cat mom... what can be any weirder than this?

You and Minho were getting along perfectly, but you couldn't say the same for the rest of the group. Felix was apparently too "energetic", Yeji needed to improve her angles, Jisung wasn't taking Minho's comments seriously enough, Chan seemed to be tired and needed to focus (which was true, honestly, the man needs to sleep), and Ryujin and Chaeryeong were apparently talking too much. As for Hyunjin, he seemed to be the only one who had nothing Minho could see as wrong. This dynamic was no fun for anyone, but you really saw it as an opportunity to push yourself to the best.

Today was no exception, except for the fact the championships were coming in the next few months and Minho wanted to make sure everyone was prepared.

"I made sure to be registered for every category, and I mean every single ones." he stared at the crew intensely for a moment before taking out a list from his phone. "We have male and female solos. I think Hyunjin would be a great fit."

"I can do it, yes." Hyunjin nodded and Minho seemed satisfied.

"Y/N? You did last year. How do you feel if I suggest Ryujin instead?"

"She can do it." you said nonchalantly.

Of course, you would have loved to have a solo again, but you truly believed Ryujin deserved her moment. She was an incredible dancer, after all.

"Great." Minho noted before continuing. "For the male and female trios, I noted myself, Felix and Hyunjin. As for the girls, Yeji, Ryujin and Chaeryeong." he looked up to see nods of approval from everyone. "We have male and female groups as well, and mixed which I think is obviously going to be all of us. I have female duos... How about Chaeryeong and Y/N?"

You were more than impressed. Usually, you would have the dances displayed and choose yourselves who would do what. Minho chose to assign the numbers himself, but he did so amazingly, and thought out of everything. From who matches the most with who, to their dance styles and their level.

"I'd like to see Chan and Jisung try for the male duo. Y/N?"

You perked at the mention your name and exchanged eyes with Minho. "Yes?"

"You're on duet duty with me. Sounds good?"

"Sure."

"Great. We'll dedicate half an hour of our practice for the group number. For the remaining hour, you can all go practice on your own. I'd still appreciate it if you can come see me once in a while to keep me up to date with how things are going. I have a few songs suggestions already, you can stay afterwards if you want to hear them. That'll be it for today. Thank you for your work! And Felix?"

The boy stepped forward, with a small and scared smile displayed on his face. "If I see another TikTok dance or anything of that sort, I'll be sure to beat your ass."

Felix gulped as Minho dismissed everyone. Soon enough, he hurried to you, enveloping you in a hug.

"Felix, the hell?" you said, startled at the sudden embrace.

"I don't get why you like this guy, have you seen how he bullies me?"

"He has a good point, though... Imagine doing the Renegade dance in a competition."

"See? You're even defending him!" he cried out, Jisung patting his back to comfort him.

"I think he needs to rest a bit, sorry for the bother." Jisung smiles apologetically before taking Felix out of the practice room.

You laughed at the two and were about to follow behind them. Yet, you stopped on your track. You turned around to see you were, once again, left alone with Minho. You remembered how he mentioned he had songs suggestions for the dances, and you were curious to know what he had chosen.

"Can I listen to the songs you picked?"

Surprised to hear your voice, he jumped a bit as he noticed you were still in the room. He nodded slightly and walked to the speaker and selected the playlist he made.

"Do you want to hear one in particular?" he asked.

"Our duet."

Looking back at his phone, he clicked on a song and soon later, a sweet ballad filled the room. No lyrics, only music. When you started to familiarize yourself with the soft tone, it gradually turned into a beat with a hint of bass in it. It was intense, sensual almost. When the song finished, Minho looked at you, expectedly.

"I know it might be a bit... too much?" he said, while his ears were slowly turning red. "But I thought it could fit our styles. I work a lot with smooth body movements and you're mainly a contemporary dancer. I just thought it could-"

You chuckled at his flustered face as he kept rambling about why he chose this song specifically. "Min, it's okay. I like it, I think it suits us well."

He nodded, reassured. "Okay, good... Umm... Do you want to listen to any other ones?"

"Why not?" you smiled warmly.

With that, he showed you the other songs he thought of for the dances and even that part of him impressed you. You commented and suggested other tracks yourself. You didn't know it, but it was at this moment that Minho realized he liked you. And I mean, like LIKE you.

"How is it going with Minho?" Chaeryeong asked, once you finished your dance for the fifth time already.

"The duet? I don't know, he's a bit busy with choreographing his dance with Lix and Jinnie. He said he knows we can choreograph and learn ours quick, so he focuses on the others for now."

"That's good, but that's not what I meant."

You looked at her curiously and she invited you to sit down with her. "Then, what did you mean?" you asked as you sat in front of her.

"You KNOW what I mean..." she insisted and it took you a few seconds to understand where she was going with this.

"No."

"Yes."

"You're saying bullshit."

"Oh, come on! You're the only one he doesn't nag."

"He does nag me."

"No, he suggests new techniques instead of pointing out your weak points. You always stay behind to talk with him after practice is over and he smiles at you. He SMILES!! Also, why the hell did you choose a sensual dance with him?"

Your cheeks reddened quickly and you shook your head at her bold comment. "It's- it seemed fitting for our dance style." She gave you a look and you sighed, letting yourself lay on the floor. "We just get along, what do you want me to say?"

"That you are actually in love and you're just hiding it from us."

"The fuck?" you sat up right away. "I only talk to him when we practice, I can barely say I'm friends with the guy. Besides, you know I don't date."

"Yeah, and what a shame! Seungmin and I are even happier together, it could be the same for you."

You quickly changed subject, replaying your song once again to practice. As much as you wanted to deny it, you hated how right she was. How she pointed out perfectly your crush on the older man. He wasn't much older, 24 years old you learned. Surprisingly, that only added to your attraction to him. You hated how handsome he was, how good he was at dancing, and how easily he could make you laugh with his idiotic self.

You couldn't allow yourself to make a move. What if you get rejected right before the championships? It would only make things awkward. Even without the context of the competition, it was a bad idea overall. You had to suppress those small feelings, and quickly.

"... 7, and 8."

As soon as Minho was done counting, he separated himself from you. At first, it was easy to hide his attraction to you. But as time passed and practices were more frequent, he knew his humor was only a way for him to restrain himself from letting you know how beautiful he thought you were. He almost cursed himself from making this dance so intimate with you, the ending being a close embrace with your faces millimeters apart.

"You dropped me... again." you pointed out, even though you knew you didn't need to say it since Minho was already aware of his mistake.

"Sorry..." he mumbled, eyes stuck on his phone to rewind the song to the part he kept messing up. "Again." he simply said, positioning himself to be ready to lift you.

However, you didn't cooperate with his orders and you walked to the speaker to turn it off. Minho looked at you, and scoffed at your actions.

"What are you doing?"

"You're clearly not focused and you're definitely overworking yourself. You're here 24/7, do you even have a life outside of here? A girlfriend to get home to?" you surprised yourself at the question, but glad you made your point known.

"I'm fine, I swear. And I don't really date, nor do I have many friends."

"You have your cats." you pointed out. "And I'm sure Soonie is in need of Minho cuddles."

"He sleeps in my bed, I can assure you he has enough cuddles."

"My point IS" you exclaimed, starting to get frustrated with the man. "you need to take a break."

"Says the one who happens to be here the most after me."

"Then, how about we both take a break?"

You didn't even let him answer and you grabbed his wrist to lead him out of the dance studio. Ignoring his protests, you were quick to bring him to a small convenience store close by.

"Do you like instant ramen?"

"Who doesn't?" he replied. "This is ridiculous, though. We really need to work on that move and-"

"Shut up, Min. Choose whatever you want, I'm paying."

He protested once again, but you shut him up and he finally grabbed a cup of noodles. You sat at the table installed outside after you poured boiling water in your bowls. Minho was the first to start eating and, seemingly, he was hungry as he smiled, satisfied at the taste.

"So? Was I right?" you asked, smiling at the sight of his full cheeks.

He nodded and swallowed his food before speaking. "I have to admit, I do need a break."

"There you go!" you laughed. As you kept eating, you started to have some doubts regarding the championships. "We have a month left."

"Yeah.."

"Do you think we're ready?"

"Everybody's been working hard, even Jisung stopped messing around. I'm sure we'll do great."

"I know, but I meant you and I. You did drop me a lot today. And the ending, you're the one who insisted on posing for a few seconds. But you didn't do it today. Did I do something wrong?"

Minho's eyes widened in panic, as you kept questioning yourself. "Oh my god, no, stop that! Like you said, I'm exhausted and I need a break. That's all, you did nothing. And I dropped you, yes, sorry again. Still, I think it's the first time today I make this mistake. I was simply distracted, we'll be fine."

"Okay, if you say so. You can skip tomorrow if you need to rest, you know?"

"I can't do that, who's gonna manage the group, then?"

"I'll do it. I've known them for a long time and I'm dance captain, after all." you bragged.

"Right, my bad, Mrs." he rolled his eyes. "Fine, I guess the cats will be happy to have a full day with their mama."

You judged him silently, taking another bite of your food. "You're weird."

Minho stared at his phone, no reaction, freezing as he read the message again. You? Y/N? You were inviting him to one of the dance crew parties? He knew about those night gatherings, of course. He just assumed he'll never get to go to one since pretty much everyone except you and Hyunjin seem to despise him. It seemed like things had changed.

You felt bad for him, he was always excluded by the others. This was going to be your last party, before leaving for the competition the next day. You thought he had to come to this one, at least. He's the reason why you all have worked so hard, after all.

Minho : are you sure?

Y/N : 100% sure

Minho : okay then.. do you want me to bring anything?

Y/N : your handsome face and your usual goofy self is enough

Minho was red all over his face as he read the message you just had sent. How can you be so bold with this type of comment?

Minho : not even alcohol?

Y/N : i have enough to satisfy everyone, don't worry about that

The next day, everyone got there in the late afternoon; Jeongin being invited as well, your brother Changbin intruding himself in the group and Chaeryeong brought Seungmin along with her. Ryujin didn't forget to invite your school friends, Yuna and Lia. The only person missing was the one you were looking forward to see the most.

The evening was starting to settle in and you haven't done much other than talking and catching up. When 7pm hit, the doorbell rang and you stood up immediately at the sound.

"Someone is eager to see Mr. Lee." Felix teased and you sent him a death glare in response.

You walked to the door and opened it only to see Minho, casual clothing replacing his usual sport attire he had on during practice. He looked good.

"Am I too late?" he asked.

"Nah, everyone got here a bit early. Come in." you stepped aside so he could walk inside and everyone greeted him warmly, to your surprise.

When you told your friends you invited Minho, they were all reluctant to the idea. After all, they only knew him as strict and mean Mr. Lee.

The night was going well. Minho included himself a lot within the group, even Jisung seemed to have taken a liking to him. The more people drank, the messier the party was. Soon later, you changed the music for a calmer tone and you went back to chatting and laughing.

"Should we play a game?" Felix suggested, much to everyone's excitement, except yours.

You knew your friend better than this. He gave you a knowing look, confirming his intentions.

"I think I'll just watch you, guys."

"Y/N, come on! You're no fun... You always play, usually." Yeji tried to convince you.

"Oh, so you play often?" Minho asked, curious about the party-like version of yourself.

"She probably has kissed everyone in this room. Except Changbin, of course." Chan exclaimed.

Minho frowned at this revelation. He would have never thought of you as this type of person.

"You should play, then." he said, which caused the whole room to agree with him with screams and laughs.

You ended up agreeing. It's just a game, after all. Right? Ryujin was the first one to go and she asked Chan truth or dare. Chan, playing it safe, chose truth.

"Did you like someone in this room and never told them?"

"No." Chan laughed. "I see you as siblings, it'd be too weird for me." Disappointment filled the air as Chan moved to the next person. "Jeongin."

"Truth."

"Boring." Hyunjin booed.

"Have you ever gotten in trouble to get us an ice cream discount?"

"Surprisingly, never, but I think my boss knows. He just never said anything. Okay, Felix."

"Dare."

"Kiss Hyunjin."

"Come on, we did this one last time too." he whined, disappointed at the dare.

Nonetheless, he walked to the tall man and gave him a peck. It was probably the 100th kiss they've had already because of this game, it didn't hype up the group much.

"Y/N." Here we go... "Truth or dare?"

Neither were good for you. Were you going to either kiss him or risk him knowing about you months-long crush on him? With that in mind, the safest option seemed obvious.

"Dare."

"Kiss Minho... for 10 seconds."

Your eyes widened at the request. You expected the kiss, but not the duration. Oh, how much you hated Felix at this instant. You turned to look at Minho, his expression blank. You couldn't guess what he was thinking, and that made things worse. Ignoring the whistles your friends made, you got closer with Minho as you put your hands behind his neck.

"Are you okay with this?"

He was not. He was terrified, but he wasn't going to say this to your face.

"It's a game. Besides, I'll get to see how much of a horrible kisser you are." he teased to diffuse the tension, and you could only roll your eyes at his joke.

You took a breath and closed your eyes as you approched Minho's face. Soon, you felt your nose touching and his warm breath of your lips. Somehow, this seemed to have provoked something in Minho as he brought his hands to the sides of your face and quickly closed the gap separating the two of you. The kiss was deep, needy, almost like it was something that he couldn't have waited for any longer, and neither could you. The kiss deepened even more when he opened his mouth slightly, allowing you to slide your tongue in. You knew the others were probably howling in joy, but you couldn't hear them. Your sole focus was on Minho, on the butterflies you felt in your stomach. At this point, you knew the 10 seconds had already passed, but you were still kissing each other. You could say you were disappointed when Minho finally pulled away. His eyes had lust in them as he stared right back at you, your faces still close. In embarrassment, you coughed and looked away from him.

"Alright.. um... Chaeryeong? Truth or dare."

Last night ended awkwardly, to say the least. Minho avoided your gaze as much as you avoided his, barely saying goodbye to you as he left your house. Yeji stayed over for the night and you were literally screaming in embarrassment. The poor girl had to endure your complaining, your whining and your drunk behavior all night long. Luckily, the ride to the competition was a few hours which allowed you to sleep in the bus you reserved especially for the occasion.

Even in the vehicle, it was awkward. While Minhlo sat at the very front with his new friend, Jisung, you sat at the back with Yeji and Felix and Hyunjin sitting in front of you. You fell asleep in a matter of seconds once the bus drove off, allowing the three others to speak about THE event.

"Looks like you, girls, had a good night of sleep." Hyunjin said sarcastically, staring at your tired face.

"Felix Lee Yongbok, I blame you for this " Yeji glared at the boy.

"Can you really blame me? I thought they would confess or something. Not this." he shook his head.

"Yeah, well now they have a freaking duet to do."

"The duet isn't until the last day. They'll have time to figure it out."

Yeah, you didn't figure it out. Avoiding each other during the day, only focusing on the dance during the group number, avoiding his gaze as he did the trio number, not speaking to each other when everyone went out to eat to celebrate at dinner... It was an interesting first two days, let's say.

By the end of the second day, you both have managed perfectly fine with not talking with one another. However, this situation seemed to weigh on one person in particular.

"Y/N, we need to talk!" he exclaimed as he bursted into your room without any warning, making you jump.

"Jisung, what the fuck? How did you get in?"

"I asked Yeji for your other room key. Now, listen to me." he said sternly, approaching you. "Fix things with Minho, already. I'm glad him and I get along now, but all I've heard about for the last 48 hours was him complaining about you. Go fix your man."

With that being said, he simply left without letting you answer. You found yourself dumbfounded by his sudden outburst, too stunned to react. Not even two minutes after, Yeji walked in, her room key in her hand.

"Jisung needs to stop stealing our stuff, it has become a real issue." she rolled her eyes before plunging onto her bed.

Even with Jisung's request, you still haven't talked with Minho about what happened. As you expected, the duet was announcing itself to be a disaster. Already dressed and backstage, you exchanged looks with the man himself as he stood at the same spot opposite to you. Even though he was in the dark, you could see his features clearly. Ethereal, you though. You have rarely seen him in this kind of attire; a loose shirt with black pants and makeup that hid the tiredness of his eyes. His hair was neatly styled which gave it some fluff. You never thought you could find him more attractive than he already was. Behind his good looks, you still saw the hint of sadness and nervousness in his eyes.

The signal for you to come on stage was heard and you positioned yourself in the middle of the stage, Minho doing the same. As he place himself behind you, you turned around to say something, but he stopped you right away.

"Focus." he whispered. "We'll talk later. Good luck."

You nodded at his words and on cue, the smooth ballad you grew familiar with started to play. The beginning of the dance was slow, graceful. Minho had amazing bodg control as he moved smoothly next to you. As rehearsed, he grabbed your hand before making you spin and stepped back to observe you. When the beat started to turn slowly into the sensual style, the dance shifted from an innocent and soft one to a powerful and intense performance, filled with passion. Minho's moves were precised and his facial expressions couldn't be better. He had so much charisma, you melted only with a small glance at him.

Not losing your focus, you kept going, until it was the moment Minho was supposed to lift you. Strangely, he still hadn't managed to do it properly, and it worried you even more because of what happened at the party. Growing more anxious, you allow yourself to look at him in search of reassurance. It was no surprise for you when you found his eyes staring right back at you, still the passionate facial expression plastered on his face. With a small nod, he took you by the waist and lifted you at the right angle, maintaining the pose for a bit before dropping you, only for you to land back in his arms. He held you in his embrace, his face close to yours, just as planned. Only this time, it ended with what you have been wanting to do for months. He closed the proximity between the two of you and finished off the duet with a kiss. Taken aback, it took you a second to process what he was doing before you allowed yourself to melt into the kiss.

At this moment, it was as if you didn't need to speak about what happened anymore. You both knew that you wanted each other other, that was all. The cheers from the crowd snapped you out of your trance and you pulled away before bowing at the crowd. Minho held onto your hand tightly and smiled at your glowing face. When you arrived backstage, he didn't lose another second before he kissed you once more.

"Okay, okay! That's enough, lovebirds." Chan said, tapping on your backs.

You separated yourself from Minho and rolled your eyes at Chan. Minho pulled you back into his embrace again and hugged you tightly.

"I think you guessed it by now, but I like you a lot." he said softly.

"And I think you guessed as well, but I like you too." you laughed. "I'm sorry for the party."

"No, I was the one who was being weird about it. I'm sorry."

You hugged him tighter and pecked him lips quickly. You stared at his eyes more attentively this time and his ears turned red as you admired him.

"How does a date sound when we get back home?" he asked.

"Sounds good to me."

"Good."

He leaned in for another kiss but you stopped him.

"Wait." you said and he gave you a confused look. "So am I a horrible kisser?"

He looked up for a bit to think, and then spoke. "Hmm... I might need to test it out more than once to make an accurate evaluation."

You scoffed at his answer. "So you evaluate my kissing as well as my dancing now?"

"You got it." he answered with a smile and went for another kiss, much to Chan's disgust.

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can you please do a movie Lloyd X reader basically this takes place after the movie so everyone in Ninjago city knows that Lloyd is the green ninja but back to the plot Lloyd is currently going through the Oni and dragon equivalent of puberty so he is growing 2 new arms, horns, Wings and a tail and the reader always visit and Lloyd is starting to feel insecure so the reader shows Lloyd all the messages on her phone and all of them are from there school saying that Lloyd will always be the city green ninja and so on and Lloyd is happy that everyone will accept him and the reader and Lloyd end up cuddling and then garmadon walks in accidentally and processed to embarrass Lloyd in front of the reader and the reader pushes garmadon out of Lloyd room and the reader locks the door so both the reader and Lloyd can have cuddling in peace and the reader says that she loves him no matter what he will look like

Helloooo! I wanna say thank you to who sent in all those requests although i’ve only decided to do two of them ^^’ I still appreciate it!! I am excited to write this one hehe. I’m a sucker for comfort stuff (thought this turned out more like a hurt comfort tbh) so I hope this does the request right! (cause it kinda deviates from the request a bit) I apologize for how long this took to get out. 😭

“In my eyes, you are everything”

Type->

One-Shot

Pairing ->

Movie!Lloyd G. x F!Reader

Warnings ->

Blood mentions, OOC Lloyd(?)

Summary ->

After the events of the movie, Y/n and Lloyd officially get together and often sneak into each other's houses. But one thing Lloyd just so happens to forgets to mention is the fact he has Oni and Dragon blood. And Y/n only finds out when she stumbles upon Lloyd panicking over going through changes. Aka Y/n comforts Lloyd going through Oni/Dragon puberty.

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Footsteps trudged against the pavement of Ninjago city. Today had been a long day for Y/n, but work was always exhausting. What made it worth the wait though was getting to see her best friend and boyfriend, Lloyd Montgomery Garmadon.

Her pace quicken the second she saw that familiar apartment complex. She rushed to the alleyway as soon as she reached it and found the usual fire escape. Rusty as it was the fire escape was surprisingly sound. Climbing past the first…second…third, and finally on the fourth floor.

There wasn’t much to see through the curtains but if Y/n was right.. the window slid open with ease and she climbed in. The room was nice, surprisingly messy but overall organized. She scanned the room even with how familiar it was. Yet there was no sign of Lloyd.

“Must be getting a snack or something..” she mumbled plopping onto his bed starfish style. The feeling of soft sheets let her sink into the familiar mattress sighing contently. She always got jealous of this because seriously?! How does he get one this comfortable!

Y/n stared at the ceiling, more specifically as the spinning fan. The clock ticking in the background producing a rhythmical melody. A minute passed and Y/n got a little curious but stayed still, then another passed, and another. Still remaining comfortable until about five minutes. That’s when She began to worry. Had she misread the texts? Were they supposed to meet at her house?

Rolling over and pulling out her phone to opening their conversation from earlier. And right there, clear as day it confirmed they were in fact supposed to meet at Lloyd’s…but where was he? Y/n concerned shot him a text asking if he was okay and where he was. She put her phone down afterwards resuming staring at the ceiling.

A noise came from the bathroom, like something got knocked over and a pained hiss followed behind it. Worry flooded her systems as she hastily rushed to the bathroom door. Y/n knocked calling out “Lloyd? Is that you?” No answer. “Lloyd” and again there was no answer. So she tried the door handle, unlocked. She peeked in before swinging the door open. There stood Lloyd facing the mirror, hands messing with something on his head, and a box of bandages spilt over on the floor. “Lloyd..” Y/n moved closer but he just turned away like he was ashamed of something. “Whats wrong Lloyd? Are you hurt?” Y/n questioned, her voice soft.

Lloyd turned his head slightly and Y/n places a hand on his shoulder, he turned towards her hesitantly. Finally, as the two stood face to face Y/n cupped the teens cheek looking him over. There was dried blood matted into his hair, on his fingers and under his nails, on his forehead too. Two horns were visibly poking through his hair. And without a second thought he was pulled into a hug, tightly but not to tight either. She could feel his tears soaking her clothes but didn’t care.

Lloyd was gripping her hard, she still did not care, only pulling him closer. his knees felt weak as they both slowly sank to the floor. She rubbed circles into his back and ran fingers through his messy hair. “You wanna tell me what’s going on?” Y/n asked pulling away now holding Lloyd’s face in her hands. He didn’t say anything at first.

“Puberty..” Lloyd mumbled which led to a slightly confused look forming on her face. “Puberty?” She stated and Lloyd nodded. “Oni…Dragon? Puberty” Lloyd added and Y/n nodded “mmm.” She pushed his hair out of his face, wiping away the tears. “How do you feel right now?”

“Weird and and scared, scared of how people will see me now that not only am I, a Garmadon, but also..a monster.” The last part was spoken softly as he adverted his eyes from her. He didn’t want her to see the forming tears.

“Monster? No no no. Lloyd. You are not a monster. You’re changing and that is okay. I remember this story..The First Spinjitzu Master..he was the mix of Oni and Dragon..right?”

Lloyd nodded, not seeing why that story was relevant.

“and he had two sons, one of them being Garmadon, your father.”

Again, Lloyd nodded starting to catch on.

“It’s because of your heritage is it not then?”

For a third time Lloyd nodded.

“Then there is no reason to call yourself a monster. You should be proud to wear these. A symbol of your heritage and a reminder to yourself and the people that even now there is still a great person protecting them. This realm, and everything you stand for.”

Lloyd glanced back at her, sniffling.

“Mhm… I think we should probably get you cleaned up.” Y/n said referring to the dried up blood. She watched Lloyd awkwardly smiled and nodded. Getting up she looked around the bathroom.

“Sink cabinets.”

“Thanks” Y/n replied crouching down, opening the sink, grabbing an excess cloth before going to damp it with water. Getting on the ground she pushed Lloyd’s hair out of the way again and pressed the cloth to his forehead wiping the blood.

Lloyd hummed as if holding in the pain. “I know, it’ll hurt for a bit..once I get the blood off i’ll need to clean it so it doesn’t get infected.” Y/n explained continuing her work. She finished with his forehead moving on to his fingers and under nails. That was much significantly easier to clean. Y/n turned back to the sink’s cabinets for the med kit, and grabbing rubbing alcohol. “Ok, this will hurt. I’m gonna count to three so brace yourself.” She warned getting the gauze ready.

“Ok, 1, 2, 3” she began to clean the wound as Lloyd hissed trying to pull away. “Moving is only gonna make it worse.” Y/n warned..again.

Lloyd mumbles trying to not move as much.

Y/n finished and dressed the wounds. “How’s that?”

Lloyd nodded, “better thank you..” He watched his girlfriend nod and peck his forehead.

“Cmon, let’s go get comfy.” Y/n pulled up Lloyd and they walked back to the bed to get comfortable, maybe watch a show or something. She plopped down by the top while Lloyd sat at the edge near the bottom. Something was still bothering him it seemed. So she flipped over putting her head in her hands.

“You feeling any better?” Y/n asked.

“not really..” was the reply.

Y/n sat up, “come here.” She patted the place beside her. Her boyfriend moved closer and leaned on her. She pulled him closer. Her fingers brushing through his hair once again.

“I love you Lloyd, nothings ever gonna change that.”

Lloyd nodded “I know that..I love you to, so much. I’m just scared how others will see me” he spoke. “That they will no longer see me as their green ninja..that i’m..” He didn’t finish his statement.

Y/n gave him a look “Lloyd.”

Lloyd continued “different enough to be shammed, that I reflect my father more than my uncle or or the First Spinjitzu Master. I don’t want people to be afraid of me-“

“Lloyd-“

“What if they start being afraid of me!-“

Y/n pecked his lips. “Lloyd!” He just stared at her “You are and will always be this cities green ninja, you are this cities hero, They are not afraid of you, they love you Lloyd.” Y/n cupped her boyfriend’s face.

“You are my hero, you are my favorite person in all of Ninjago, because you are you.” Y/n began pecking his face, starting on his forehead, eyelids, nose, cheeks, lips. “I love every inch of you. In my eyes, you are everything. You’re my world, heart, and sun. I smile every time you text me, every time I see you, your appearance will never change that.”

“How would you know that?”

Y/n looked confused, “what do you mean?”

“How do you know they don’t hate me.”

Y/n shows him her phone, she had Chirp pulled up. On the trending page were #GreenNinja, #Weloveyougreenninja, #LloydGarmadon, etc. She turned her phone away to click on one of the hashtags and turned it back scrolling through all the chirps. hundreds, thousands, of them about how the cites green ninja and hero. How they love him, congrats on saving the city and many more. That wasn’t all, she pulled the phone away and opened Instabook. Scrolling through hashtags related to him, even showing post from many of the students and school.

“They don’t Lloyd, they love you, as do I. Don’t forget that okay?”

Lloyd stared at her before tackling her in a hug. Causing his girlfriend to giggle, Y/n paused not even realizing till now “you have four arms?”

“…you don’t mind them?” Lloyd asked.

“What? No! they’re awesome! I mean like with four arms just think of all the things you could do, climbing faster, fighting faster! Plussss you can give me more cuddlessss.” Y/n said booping Lloyd’s nose. She pecked him and began to run her fingers through his hair.

They fell into a comfortable silence, just her and Lloyd together. Everything was alright in the world as if it remained only them two. Lloyd falling asleep on her as she falls asleep holding him.

Y/n looked down with a small smile, Lloyd looked half asleep by now. Especially in all this peace and quiet-

The door slammed open.

“Guess I spoke to soon..” mumbled Y/n

Lloyd shot up looking in the direction of the door and groaned plopping back onto Y/n. “Go away dad”

“Oh, did I interrupt something?” Garmadon spoke with a teasing tone and a raised eyebrow.

Lloyd’s face turned red which Y/n got a glimpse of. Burry his face into her more. Y/n just giggled at his response.

“You know you should really lock the door, son” Lloyd groaned “daddd.” All Y/n could do was giggle at this interaction.

Another head peaked through the open doorway. “Honey we should leave the kids alone. Let them have their fun.” Koko, Lloyd’s mom, winked.

“Moooomm not you too!”

Koko laughed. “Okay okay, we’ll leave you alone. Cmon you.” His mom dragged away Garmadon.

“Thanks Mrs. G!” Y/n Yelled out as Lloyd used his elemental power to shut and lock the door.

The two got comfortable again, cuddling up and laughing. Eventually falling asleep together, embracing themselves in each other’s warmth and arms.

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