#kit x stella

[changanomaly]

SHIP PROPOSAL and also my ideas slash reasons listed below

She already knows his baggage so it avoids the whole having to explain it all thing

Knows his baggage but wasn't directly affected by his behavior like Jentry was which offers him a clean slate to find connection with someone who already knows

We can get more focus on Stella and her character and her flaws and her potential connection to magic like please I know there wasn't any time in season 1 but MAN

Season 2 has them starting off as awkward friends to trusted allies as Kit develops into a better person and Stella feels more comfortable being open about her flaws and then Season 3 back to awkwardness as they realize their feelings PLEASE

Character who appears to have it together (but does not and only feels comfortable unraveling in front of the other character) x Character who is a mess a huge mess

Also I don't think it'd be healthy for Kit to keep pursuing Jentry after everything he's done I'mma be fr 😭

[zee-143]

Hey y'all🤭

Since I'm apart of the very much growing jcvtu fandom and I'm a writer, I think I wanna do requests and write some stuffs (we need more writers in this fandom 😭) so please, if you wanna go ahead and request<333 I write fluff and angst btw (but mainly fluff)

Ty that's all🤧🙏🏽

[emeraldart]

Polyamory could fix them tbh

[hallowjuice]

Damn this show and every character in it treated Kit like shit

[motorsportbarbie13]

A Package Deal - Part 5

In which big things happen at Silverstone

Warnings: nothing but fluff, as per usual Pairing: Lando Norris x SingleMom!Reader Word Count: 2.8k words

A Package Deal - A Package Deal - Part 2 - A Package Deal - Part 3 - A Package Deal - Part 4 Master List Don't miss my new project: Track Limits, the fully original sports romance set in the cut-throat world of Formula 1 (first part will be posted tomorrow, January 6th)

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102 likes liked by landonorris, BFFSarah, stellasgrandpa, and others yourusername home race, best race BFFSarah cuties stellasgrandpa so much fun today with you. that man of yours is a keeper. >>>yourusername ❤️ love you dad >>>landonorris thanks for keeping my girls company today, sir! glad you had fun, would love to have you & stella at more races this year >>>BFFSarah 'my girls' i die

"Momma, it's hot." Stella whines, tugging on your hand as you walk towards the McLaren hospitality suite Sunday morning.

"Baby, I know. Hospitality has aircon though, so let's get inside. Lando's there too and he wants to see you before he gets into the car."

Behind you, your dad and step mom follow along. It's the British Grand Prix weekend and instead of working this race, you're here as Lando's personal guest, along with your family. It's surreal, attending the race but not working. You felt insanely out of place in hospitality in your jeans and black tank top instead of your papaya and black team kit.

Stella scampers off ahead of you, heading straight to the giant orange building that sits behind the garages at Silverstone. She's been with you all weekend, having wanted to watch Lando during all three practice sessions and qualifying. It was her first time in the paddock this weekend and as you watched her take to the atmosphere like a fish you water, you were worried you'd never be able to get her away from here. There was something magical in it though, watching your baby come alive and fall in love with something for the first time in their life.

The glass sliding doors woosh open for you and Stella and you're rewarded with a wash of cool air instantly giving you relief from the hot British summer outside. The main room of the suite is a hub of activity. Several meetings going on all at once, employees coming and going, meals being served for guests. It was all a bit overwhelming but you'd been to a few races already this season and it was beginning to feel routine for you.

You check your phone and see that Lando returned your text, informing you he was just in his drivers room up on the second floor.

"Stella, Lando is up on the second floor in his room. Knock before you go in." You tell your daughter, knowing she's going to want to run to see your boyfriend as soon as she can. You watch as she runs away before turning back to your dad and step mom. "She's been hanging out there all weekend. She says it's her favorite place in the world."

Your dad looks a little surprised, "I don't think I've ever seen Stella that comfortable in a crowd or without one of us." He marvels.

You smile, having noticed the same thing. You follow after Stella as you respond to your dad. "She's been this little social butterfly all weekend, it's like this place is magic for her. She's barely left Lando's side."

Lando and Stella had developed such a special relationship over the last seven months and even though it was normal to you now, sometimes you still had to stop and wonder if this was really real. He picked her up from school on such a regular basis that Ms. Rose in the front office had stopped asking him for ID and stopped calling you to make sure he had permission to take Stella. There had been several times that Stella had made an appearance on one of Max F's streams while Lando raced online with him. Since Lando rarely streamed with video on, you had allowed Stella to 'help' Lando drive when her permitted it, which was whenever Stella asked. Because your little girl had your boyfriend wrapped around her little finger. For a little girl that had always been shy around men other than her own grandpa, Stella blossomed when Lando and her grew closer.

By the time you reach the top of the stairs, you can see that the door to Lando's room is thrown wide open and you just hope Stella had remembered to knock before barging in. You can hear her chatter float out of the door and when you round the corner, Stella is sat next to Lando on the leather couch that sits underneath the window.

“And then Momma made you walk fifteen miles in a heat wave just to see me?” Lando exclaims, barely covering up a laugh at Stella’s dramatics.

“Stella Rose!” You laugh, stopping in your tracks and propping your hands on your hips. “We walked across the track through the air conditioned tunnel from the hotel!”

“Gee, I wonder where she gets her dramatic streak from.” Mutters your dad from behind.

You spin, sound of indignation flying from your lips while everyone else dissolves into laughter.

“Ok, Lan and Stella already gang up on me enough, I can’t have you two choosing their side too!” You say though your own laughter.

Stella continues to chatter away as the four adults in the room listen raptly. This goes on for a while before a soft knock at the door interrupts a story Stella is telling about taking Rosco for a walk yesterday after quali. Everyone turns and you're very surprised to see Andrea standing in the doorway.

"I thought I'd find you here." The Team Principle says, smile playing on his lips. Since you'd been traveling a bit with the team and deployed your tire monitoring program full time a few races ago, Andrea and you had gotten a bit closer. You liked the man, with his gently demeanor and soft spot for your boyfriend.

"Hi Andrea!" Stella chirps from where she sits on Lando's lap. The two had met Friday morning and Stella had taken an immediate liking to the man.

"Hi Ms. Stella, how are you this morning?"

"Good, thank you!" Stella smiles and then goes back to chattering at Lando.

Seemingly dismissed by your daughter, Andrea chuckles and turns back to you. "I know you're not working today but can I steal you for a moment? It won't take long, I just want to chat about something."

Something twists in your stomach, anxiety rising to the surface. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Lando's ears perk up as he continues to listen to Stella talk. He keeps one eye on your daughter but his attention is clearly on you. "Oh, of course. Everything okay?" You can't possibly think of anything you'd left unfinished before leaving for the weekend on Thursday but you could have missed something.,

"Yes yes! Nothing to worry about. Just want to talk to you about something."

Your dad shoos you towards the door, telling you they'll watch Stella while you're busy. Nodding, you turn and follow Andrea out of Lando's room down the hall to where his office is. Anxiety settles in the pit of your stomach despite being assured that nothing is wrong.

Once in his office, Andrea shuts the door behind you and motions for you to sit down. The office is small, just enough room for a small desk and a few chairs. Andrea doesn't spend much time in here on race weekends but it's nice for him to have a quiet place to get away during these hectic days.

"Thank you for taking a few moments. Like I said, I know you're here as Lando's guest and not working but I wanted to get your thoughts on something Zak and I have been discussing for quite some time."

You nod, feeling a little better. It wasn't totally out of the ordinary that Andrea or one of the race engineers needs you randomly on a weekend, despite the program basically running itself now. "Of course, how can I help?"

Andrea tents his fingers in front of his face, resting his elbows on the desk in front of him. "Zak and I have been really impressed by you this season, that program you wrote has been essential in all of our finishes and wins so far."

You flush under the praise. "Thank you."

Andrea nods, "I don't know if you're aware but there's an opening on the strategy team." Your heart stops in your chest. You had heard rumors of one of the race strategists leaving the team to go over to Aston Martin a few weeks ago, but it had never been confirmed by the team anywhere publicly. "Zak and I have been taking our time looking for the replacement and we wanted to see if you'd be interested in the position. You have the data gathering and analysis skills down and that program you developed shows you know how to interpret the data in a way that is helpful to the team. We think you'd be an amazing asset to the strategy team."

For a few moments, you're totally speechless. You only have an undergraduate degree in computer science and data analytics, generally the strategists have degrees in engineering or aerodynamics, neither of which you have. "I...I'm flattered that you think so highly of me, Andrea."

"Then say you'll take the job." He says, grin spreading across his face. "There will be some more travel than your doing right now, but both Zak and I are willing to work with you on the schedule and make sure Stella is taken care of." He adds and you wonder if he was reading your mind in the moment because that was going to be your first question.

"Can I think about it? Run it by my dad and Stella's nanny?" You desperatly want to say yes, a spot on the strategy team something you'd wanted for a long time but had never thought you'd be able to manage.

"Of course! I don't expect an answer right away. Will you be in the office on Tuesday?"

"Yes, I was planning on it."

"Perfect. I'll have Zak's assistant put some time on your calendar for the three of us to sit down and discuss. Sound good?"

You nod, slightly overwhlemed at the decision you now have to make. Andrea has to get to the garage then so you wish him good today and slowly make your way back over to Lando's room.

The room is quiet when you wander in, eyes a bit glazed over from shock as the offer that Andrea just made you begins to sink in.

"Everything okay?" Lando's tone is laced with concern, drawing you out of your own world. He rises before taking your hands in his own. "Baby, you're shaking. What happened?"

"They want me to join the strategy team." You whisper weakly, eyes darting from the floor up to meet Lando's pretty greenish blue ones that you love so much.

"What? Babe! That's huge! I'm so proud of you!"

"I haven't said yes yet."

Lando leads you over to the couch and for the first time since you walked into his room you notice the quiet. "Where's Stella?" You ask as you sit down next to Lando who draws you close into his side.

"Your dad and stepmom took her to get some lunch and ice cream downstairs. Now, why haven't you accepted the offer yet, love? You talk all the time about how you wanted to make the move to doing more strategy and less analysis."

"It's a lot of travel, probably half the races instead of what I've been doing. I can't leave Stella that often."

Lando shakes his head, "You can't let that stop you, this is such an amazing opportunity." Lando knew that if he didn't help talk you into this, you'd pass up a once in a lifetime opportunity. "She adores Tilly and her and your dad have been doing so well too." Tilly was the nanny you had hired back in May after Miami and the two got along so well while you were traveling, sometimes you wondered if Stella loved her more than she loved you.

"Stella is getting older, she understands that you need to travel for work now." Lando continues, tangling your fingers up with his and giving them a squeeze. "She'll be fine, and she'll get to see her mom going out and working hard and living her dreams. When you're not working races and Stella isn't in school, you guys can travel with me. We can make this work, my love, I promise. You don't have to juggle this all alone anymore."

Tears sting at the back of your eyes at your boyfriend's encouragement. As you had walked back from Andrea's office you had been fully prepared to turn down the promotion, not feeling like you could manage the increase in travel and responsibilities but with Lando's encouragement, you were second guessing your decision already. "You think we could handle it?"

"Baby, there's not doubt in my mind that the three of us can handle whatever this crazy job throws at us." Lando pulls you further into his side, arm slipping around your shoulder as he leans in. He dusts a quick kiss on your lips before pressing another one to your temple. "We're a package deal now, remember? It'll all work out."

You draw in a deep breath before nodding, "Okay. Let's do it then."

"That's my girl." He praises, kissing you again as you sink further into his warmth.

"Momma! Lando won! Lando won the race!" Stella shouts over the pandemonium of the garage. Tears stream down your face as you watch your boyfriend pull into parc ferme after winning his home race, Oscar just behind him in P2. It had been a stressful race, the teammates had traded the lead a few times but in the end, Lando had the superior race pace and had pulled away from Oscar during the last quarter of the race.

It was the first time McLaren had won their home race in ages and everyone in the garage was emotional. The team spills out of the garage, racing over to the barriers to greet the two McLaren drivers. You slowly follow behind, Stella's hand firmly grasped in yours as you lead her over to watch Lando get out of the car.

The moment he's out and his helmet is off, Lando is looking for you. It wasn't his first win of the season but it was the first with you and Stella there to see him win. His entire family was here since it was his home race and the satisfaction and pride that swelled in his chest was almost too much to handle. He spots you at the back of the crowd and he knows you're back there because you don't want to wade deep into the crowd with Stella.

Not wanting to wait until after the race to see you, Lando rounds the barriers making a beeline straight for you. Behind him, a pair of camera's follow up and you're acutely aware of the fact you're about to be on live TV.

"There's my girls!" Lando shouts before scooping up Stella in his arms. "The prettiest good luck charms on the grid." He murmurs in your ear as he cuddles Stella on his other side. "I'm so fucking lucky."

You laugh into his neck, suddenly shy at the fact that your face is being shown on the huge video screens all over the track. Lando draws back before kissing you full on the mouth, much to Stella's dismay.

"Gross!" Stella squeals as she wiggles out of his arms, allowing Lando to fully take you in his arms now, giving you the biggest bear hug he can.

"I'm so proud of you." You sob, so happy you got to see him win his home race. You knew how much this meant to him and being able to witness in person with Stella made it that much more meaningful.

"I love you." Lando murmurs before letting you go. "I have post race stuff to do, media and all that but I'll meet you back in the drivers room as soon as I can, okay?"

You nod as you squeeze his hand. Stella launches herself into Lando's arms once again and he spins her around, head tipped back on a laugh. The cameras capture it all and if you had been watching it on TV, you would have heard every commentator losing their minds at how cute Lando's little family is.

Lando eventually puts Stella down after he hears Victor calling his name. There is so much to do after a win, especially one as big as winning his home race, but he doesn't want to leave you or Stella quite yet. Lando steals one last kiss from you, drops a kiss onto the top of Stella's head and finally jogs away, knowing he needs to get things taken care of after the win.

Hours later, after all the champagne is washed off and Stella is tucked into bed in the second bedroom of your suite for the weekend, Lando and you tumble into bed together, celebrating one of his biggest wins of the year in the best way possible.

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[alotofpockets]

First day | Daphne van Domselaar x Arsenal media team!Reader

Where you meet Daphne on her first day at Arsenal

Woso masterlist | Words: 1.7k

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“Win, buddy, where are you going?” You called after the dog who just ran off. Usually she was a very good listener, but after you had taken off her leash when you were nearing the door, she dashed off in the direction of the parking lot and was not listening to a word you were saying.

You ran after her, hoping no one was currently driving around on the lot. What you saw when you got Win back in your vision melted your heart. It was Arsenal’s newest recruit, Daphne van Domselaar, crouched down and giving Win some love.

“I see you met Win.” You say as you walk up to the pair. “I think she more so met me.” She chuckled, as she kept petting the chocolate lab. “Yeah, she just ran off. I think she knew a new friend was arriving.” 

The Dutch goalkeeper got up and extended her hand. “I’m Daphne.” You smile and shake her hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Daphne, I’m Y/n.” Her eyes sparkle in recognition. “Oh, we’ve been emailing! Thank you so much for all your London tips. I would’ve asked Vic or Viv, but I didn’t want them to feel like they had to take care of me, you know?”

“Yeah, no problem at all! I was happy to help.” You had originally emailed her to set up her schedule for her first day at the club. You were Arsenal’s media team manager, and wanted to make sure she was up to speed with everything, making her first day as comfortable as possible. After telling her you were there for any questions she had, even outside of the club, she was more than welcome to ask you, she had come to you with a few questions about London.

“Now buddy, let’s get you back inside and show Daphne around, shall we?” You turned to Win, and put her leash back on. She was a happy girl, and started walking right away. Glad to have made a new friend, who was following her to the door.

You chat with Daphne for a bit, asking her about her move and how she’s feeling about joining Arsenal on your way to the building. Despite just a few emails between the two of you before today, there was an ease in your conversation that made it feel like you had known her for longer.

Once inside you looked for Stella, who was set to give Daphne her tour of the training facility. “Hey Stella, Daphne is here.” You tell your coworker after you find her at her desk. “Ah great, I will be right out!”

“Mind if I snap a quick picture?” You ask as you walk back into the hallway where Win has laid down her head in Daphne’s lap. “Yeah, go for it.” Daphne smiles for the picture and you show her how adorable the scene looked. “Can you please send that to me? I have to show that to my mom, she loves labs.” 

You hand her your phone so she can put in her number, and send the picture to her right before Stella walks up. “Enjoy the tour, and I’ll see you after your contract signing and the rest of the media stuff.” Daphne smiles fondly, “See you later.”

The weeks after Daphne’s arrival passed by in a blur. Between filming everything for her arrival and shooting all of her kit pictures, to her training sessions with the team, you quickly got used to having the Dutch goalie around.

Daphne quickly became one of your favourite players to photograph. Her smile intrigued you, and her easy going personality drew you to her even more.

She often lingered after training to chat with you, asking you about your camera gear and just talking about life. The rest of the team noticed the way the two of you were drawn to each other as well, throwing teasing comments Daphne’s way, but she always brushed them off with a laugh.

It was clear to everyone around you that the two of you liked each other, but neither one of you made a move. You told yourself that it was because it was unprofessional to get involved with a player, even though Stella had already subtly mentioned in conversation that dating a player was okay since you weren’t in a position of power towards each other. Similar to Daphne you had waved off the comment and said you were just friends, but deep down you knew that even thinking of Daphne made your heartbeat raise. 

Arsenal had qualified for the Champions League, which was a huge deal, and also the reason for another media day. You arrived at the training grounds early to set up the set with your team. 

Daphne jogged over the second the team walked into the room. “Hi you,” She greeted you with her usual bright smile. “Ready for another day of making us look good?” 

“Always,” you replied with a grin, as you adjusted the settings on your camera, “Though you make my job pretty easy.” Her cheeks flushed as she walked off to join her teammates again. You heard them chuckling and could only guess at what they were telling her at that moment. 

After a successful media day you packed up your gear and headed home. While you loved your job, today had been a long day and you were ready to just go home and put your feet up. The universe however took that wish a little too literally.

What was supposed to be a quick stop at the grocery store, turned into a trip to the hospital. As you were walking back to your car, another car crashed into you after it swerved to not hit a cyclist who crossed the street without looking.

Your phone was shattered, but you knew your mom’s number by heart, so you made one of the bystanders call her and tell her to meet you at the hospital. She was able to take you home a couple hours later, where you could finally put your feet up. But this time on doctors orders after a surgery and cast on your leg.

Once you were settled, you asked your mom to find the number to the Arsenal facility, so you could let them know what happened.

The next day at training Daphne kept looking over to see if you had joined the rest of the media team, it wasn’t like you to be late, but she still held out hope to see you. When the training session was done, she walked up to Stella, “Hey, no y/n today?”

A sombre look took over the woman’s face, “Oh no, honey, she was in an accident yesterday.” Daphne started panicking right away, “Oh god, is she alright?” 

“Broken leg and some bruising I heard. She’s at home already, so I think she’s doing alright.” Daphne thanked Stella and quickly wrapped up training. She was able to get your address from one of the staff members and was at your door with flowers and chocolates not even thirty minutes later.

She knocked on the door and was faced with an unfamiliar face. “Hi, I’m Daphne, am I at the right house for Y/n?” The woman smiles, “I know who you are sweetheart, come on in. I’m y/n’s mom.” 

“Who was at the door?” You asked when your mom came walking back. She stepped aside to reveal Daphne. Your smile grew when you saw her enter the room. “I’m gonna run some errands.” Your mom announced before walking off and leaving the two of you alone.

“These are for you.” Daphne presents the flowers and chocolates. “I heard you got into an accident and I wanted to check in.” As you reached for your crutches, Daphne was quick to tell you to stay put. She found a vase to put the flowers in and then sat down beside you.

“How are you holding up?” She asked while giving you a piece of chocolate. “Very sore and tired, but doing alright considering.” 

Just like always you fell into easy conversation with Daphne. Then Daphne remembered something. “Your mom said she knew me?” Your cheeks flush instantly. “I don’t know why she’d say that.” 

Daphne chuckled at your bad lying abilities. “Fine, I told her about you.” Now she was really intrigued. “Go on.” With a shake of your head you turn the story back on her. “You first. What made you show up at my door?” Now it was the goalkeeper’s turn to blush. “Like I said, I wanted to check in.” 

“Hmm, you could’ve texted me. You didn’t know that my phone got shattered in the accident.” Daphne felt a little caught and raised her hands. “Fine, you got me. I wanted to see you, because I was really worried when I heard something had happened. I had to see if you were okay. Because I would hate for something to happen to you and not having taken the chance to tell you how I feel about you.”

She looked at you with widened eyes, still wrapping her head around what she had just shared. “Okay enough about me, your turn. Why does your mom know who I am?” Quickly turning the conversation away from herself.

“My mom knows who you are because I talk about you non-stop.” Daphne looks up at you with hopeful eyes. “You’re talking to your mom about me?” You nod nervously, “Yeah, she was faster to figure out that I have a crush on you than I was.” 

“I would totally kiss you right now if I wasn’t so afraid of hurting you.” You lean in anyways and kiss her. When you pull away you say, “Enough painkillers in my body to not let that stop me from finally kissing you.” You both smiled with your foreheads still pressed together.

“I know it’s not the most fancy date I can offer, but how do you feel about watching a movie right now? We can order some food as well.” You nod your head and smile, “That sounds amazing.” 

Daphne gets the remote and hands it over to you to pick a movie. “Can I borrow your phone? I want to let my mom know she doesn’t have to come back to help me and can just go home.” She hands you her phone and once you have sent the message, the two of you get comfortable on the couch.

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[wintfleur]

𝓣HE ONLY EXCEPTION ⊹ au masterlist

━━━ ❛ but darling, you are the only exception

── ୨୧ 𝓹airing : Estella Hughes (oc) x Rutger McGroarty

── ୨୧ 𝓢ummary : the youngest hughes and her love story with rutger

∿ ABOUT OUR GIRL !

she knows she’s just that girl (Stella’s profile)

stella on the web ! (a visual breakdown of stella’s social media accounts)

stella’s discography

her timeline w/ juraj & rut

what if? ; a spinoff AU series with stella hughes

∿ HER RELATIONSHIPS !

her relationship with her brothers

her relationship with rutger

her relationship with her besties

her relationship with sunghoon

her relationship with daisy

∿ FICS !

Boys suck anyway!

we’re just really good friends!

talking bodies ꒰nsfw꒱

∿ SOCIAL MEDIA AUS !

tis’ the season of snow and soft launches 🎄

V-day with Pookie

Pretty boys b-day!

BABES IN BAHAMAS!

PRETTY GIRLS B-DAY!

EEPY ETHANS B-DAY!

the start to a chaotic summer !

impromptu escape !

happy birthday lukey

happy birthday quinny

summer bummer babe

santa tell me

∿ SHORTER FICS !

my sleepy girl

dog pile!

my captain!

sugar cookies and peppermint chapstick 🎄

hat tricks and kisses

broken bratz dolls and hello kitty band-aids

put a bow on it

tears, wishes and kit-kats

passing out spells and a misinformed quinny

it’s just a prank !

going home (featuring Stella Hughes!)

old nicknames and quick byes.

you’re my future . . .

Faceoff: inside the NHL 𝓯eaturing Stella Hughes

∿ BLURBS !

juraj and stella moment

rutger and stella on plane coming home from Sweden

best big brother ever!

mischievous three

∿ STELLA N JURAJ !

∿ TIKTOK TRENDS !

it’s just a prank !

he’s so pretty when he goes down on me!

best big brother ever!

stella updating her brothers throughout her day

suspect . . . suspect is about to get throttled !

∿ ASKS !

Stella and her journey with anemia, w/ protective Jack

more facts about Stella

pictures that remind me of Stella and Trevor

pictures that remind me of Stella and Rutger

pictures that remind me of stella and luke

pictures that remind me of stella and Jamie

people who have/had a crush on Stella

what do Jack and Quinn think about Stella and Rutger

more Luke thoughts about Stella and Rutger

Nico and Stella

Stella and ruts fav physical thing about each other

Stella and Molly

rutger reacting to stella’s nightmares

Nico finding out about Stella and rutger

people’s reaction to walking in on Stella and rut making out

random questions about Stella and Rutger

five fun facts about Stella

Stella’s brothers helping with her anxiety

thoughts on Stella and rut getting walked in on by her brothers

Rutgers favorite pictures of Stella

stella at the New Jersey devils family skate thoughts

pictures that remind me of Stella and juraj

Stella on Trevor’s birthday

pregnancy scare

what if Stella got injured

the aftermath if Stella go injured

there future thoughts

love songs that remind me of Stella and rut

Stella and mark

Stella with an injured and clingy Jack

everyone’s reaction to Stella and juraj getting exposed

jacks birthday post

who would be Stella and Ruts children’s godparents?

Stella’s figure skating style!

six random questions about Stella

more thoughts on Luke finding out about Stella and rut

Stella’s favorite figure skating programs & costumes

more details from the ‘impromptu escape smau’

Luke and Stella yapping during the sibling road trip

favorite short n’ sweet songs

lily and Carmen’s relationship with Stella’s brothers

∿ SMUTTY THOUGHTS !

morning sex

rut’s obsession with Stella’s boobs

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tides of tension

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: Amelie returns to the F1 scene at the Bahrain Grand Prix, reigniting tensions with Lando after their tumultuous past

Wordcount: 1.1 k

Warnings: none

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March 1st, 2023 - Sakhir, Bahrain

Amelie had spent most of the afternoon by the pool at the Hilton, enjoying the rare slice of quiet her schedule rarely afforded her. The water had been warm under the desert sun, and for a few fleeting hours, it felt as if the chaos of her life could be left behind. But now, as she strolled through the hotel hallways with her damp towel draped over her shoulder and her phone in hand, she couldn’t shake the nagging feeling of tension in her chest. Bahrain hadn’t been her choice of destination—Stella had practically dragged her here to support Checo—but being here, so close to the F1 world, brought back memories she wasn’t ready to confront.

She reached the elevator and pressed the button, leaning casually against the wall as she scrolled through her phone. Her damp hair clung to her shoulders, and she could still feel the warmth of the sun on her skin. The ding of the elevator arriving snapped her out of her thoughts, and as the doors slid open, she froze.

Lando.

He was still in his McLaren team kit, the orange and black unmistakable, his bag slung over his shoulder, his hair disheveled from what she assumed had been a long day of testing. His eyes locked on her the second the doors opened, and for a moment, neither of them moved.

Lando’s heart stopped. Of all the places, of all the moments, it had to be now. Seeing her was like a punch to the gut. She looked exactly the same—beautiful, effortless, like she’d stepped straight out of one of his memories. Except this wasn’t a memory. She was here.

Before he could think, his feet moved on their own, carrying him toward the elevator. He slipped in just as she turned away, clearly trying to pretend she hadn’t noticed him.

—Amelie,— he breathed, her name barely audible over the sound of the elevator doors sliding shut.

She didn’t respond, her gaze fixed on the numbers above the door as the elevator began to ascend. The silence between them was suffocating. Lando opened his mouth to say something—anything—but before the words could escape, the elevator jolted to a stop, and the doors slid open again.

Pierre Gasly and Charles Leclerc stepped in, laughing about something that immediately silenced when they saw her.

—Amelie!— Pierre grinned, his eyes lighting up as he stepped forward to give her a quick hug. —What are you doing here? It’s been forever!—

Charles followed, his smile just as warm. —When did you get in? We didn’t even know you were coming.—

Amelie forced a smile, her eyes darting between the two of them. —Just yesterday,— she said, her voice light but tinged with something Lando could only describe as discomfort.

—You should’ve told us,— Pierre said, leaning against the wall of the elevator. —We could’ve planned something. Dinner maybe? It’s been too long since we’ve all caught up.—

—Yeah,— Charles chimed in. —We miss having you around. Feels like it’s been years.—

—It kind of has,— Amelie replied, her smile faltering.

The conversation continued, light and friendly on the surface, but the tension in the elevator was palpable. Lando stood silently in the corner, his jaw tight as he watched the interaction. They were talking to her like everything was fine, like there wasn’t a storm brewing beneath the surface.

—How’s Rodrigo?— Charles asked casually, his tone genuinely curious.

Amelie hesitated for a moment, her smile strained. —He’s good. Busy, but good.—

Lando’s stomach twisted at the mention of Rodrigo. He hated how easily the name rolled off her tongue, hated the way it reminded him of everything he’d lost.

—Good to hear,— Pierre said, oblivious to the tension. —You should bring him around sometime. Would be nice to meet the guy who managed to keep up with you.—

Amelie laughed softly, though it didn’t reach her eyes. —He’s been busy with soccer, but maybe someday,— she said, her voice measured, as if she were carefully choosing her words. She shifted her weight, clutching the towel draped over her shoulder a little tighter.

Lando clenched his jaw, his fingers curling into fists at his sides. The mention of Rodrigo, the casual way Pierre and Charles brought him into the conversation, made him feel like an outsider in a moment he shouldn’t even be part of. He couldn’t stop himself from glancing at her, hoping for a flicker of something—anything—that showed she wasn’t as unbothered as she seemed.

But she didn’t look at him. Not once.

—How’s your family?— Pierre asked, his voice full of genuine interest. —How’s Stella? I heard she’s expecting again.—

Amelie’s face softened at the mention of her sister, and for a moment, the tension seemed to ease. —She’s great, thanks. A bit stressed, but that’s just Stella being Stella. The baby’s due in a few months, so everyone’s excited.—

Lando stayed quiet, his eyes darting between Amelie and the two drivers. Every word she said felt like another reminder of how far away she was now, how much had changed. He wanted to say something, to break the easy rhythm of their conversation and make her look at him, but the lump in his throat wouldn’t budge.

Amelie shifted slightly, her gaze flickering to the elevator buttons. The light for Lando’s floor was lit, and they were getting closer. She glanced at him briefly then, her expression unreadable, but the quickness of the look didn’t escape Pierre.

—Lando, mate, you’ve been quiet,— Pierre said, his voice teasing as he turned to him. —Everything alright?—

Lando forced a smile, his heart pounding in his chest. —Yeah, just tired from testing. Long day.—

Pierre nodded, accepting the answer, but Charles raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. He glanced between Lando and Amelie, the tension not lost on him.

—So, Amelie,— Charles said, leaning against the wall. —You should come out with us one of these nights. It’s been too long since we’ve had a proper catch-up.—

Amelie hesitated for a moment, her fingers brushing against the strap of her bag. —Maybe. I’m not sure how long I’ll be here, though.—

—Come on,— Pierre urged, grinning. —You can’t come all the way to Bahrain and not spend time with us. Just one dinner. It’ll be fun.—

Amelie opened her mouth to respond, but the elevator dinged, cutting her off. The doors slid open, revealing Lando’s floor. He hesitated, his feet rooted to the ground. He didn’t want to leave, not yet, not when this might be the only chance he’d have to talk to her.

But before he could say anything, Pierre clapped him on the shoulder. —Isn’t this your floor, mate?—

Lando glanced at him, the question pulling him out of his thoughts. He nodded stiffly, stepping toward the doors. His gaze flickered to Amelie one last time, but she was already looking away, her expression distant.

—Yeah,— Lando muttered, his voice low.

He stepped out of the elevator, the doors sliding shut behind him with a soft thud. The moment they did, he let out a sharp breath, running a hand through his hair as he muttered under his breath, cursing Pierre and Charles for interrupting what could’ve been his only chance.

The sound of their laughter echoed faintly through the doors as the elevator continued its ascent, and Lando couldn’t shake the image of Amelie’s face, the way she hadn’t looked at him, the way she’d been so careful with her words.

It wasn’t just frustration he felt—it was a deep, aching sense of loss. Because for a moment, he’d been close to her again, close enough to speak, to bridge the gap that had grown between them.

But now, he was back to square one. And he hated it.

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Serendipity (2007!Raphael x Fem!Reader) 10

Chapter X: Home

I can cry yall I'm so sad this is ending LMAO

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"Jesus Mikey, in my ear?!" The red-banded turtle scolds his little brother for yelling (once again) about the road trip to Casey's grandmother's farmhouse.

This was a sacred trip, filled with family bonding and alone time together. It was a trip of serenity and calmness that was unmatched by living in the city. Upstate New York was indeed an experience to remember. Northampton was a quiet place, with the population barely reaching 2,500 citizens. So, yeah, the turtles (and Splinter) loved going up there. There were no sewers, Purple Dragons, or Foot Ninjas. They were able to…exist. 

You were lucky enough to be tagging along; you were on spring break, and you needed this well-deserved week-long vacation. You weren't sure what the guys usually did when they went upstate, but it had to be relaxing. 

"What are we doing first, dud- ow!" Mikey asks from the backseat, earning another glare and smack from his older brother.

"I mean," Leo begins, "Get settled in, the usual. Relax, swim-" "Train." Master Splinter interrupts, earning a groan from Mikey.

"Sensei! It's vacation!" 

"Very true; however, the Foot will not take what you kids call a 'vacay,' correct?" 

Okay, so train. How…exciting. How fun to train…on your whole free week of no ninja-ing.  

"Woo-hoo." Donnie cheers flatly.

"Yay." Raph follows suit.

Leo can hear his younger brothers' fake enthusiasm, and he can't help but chuckle.

"Can't wait ta train on my week off, Masta Splintah," Raph says, earning a snicker from Donnie.

The drive was a good one. It was your first time in the ShellRaiser, and Donnie spent half an hour giving you a tour and showing you all the remarkable modifications and weapons he attached to it. You were driving around in a military-grade vehicle. 

Let's move on to more exciting matters, like your relationship. 

It was great. What more could you ask for? You got the turtle (who you didn't know was a turtle in the beginning) that you wanted. 

So it's no surprise that Raph asked if you wanted to come on this trip. Besides, he knew you needed a break. It also wasn't a surprise that his brothers, especially Mikey, were excited for you to join. 

---

"Dudette! We can finally hang out outdoors in the daylight! I can, like…get a tan!" Mikey almost jumped out of his shell when he heard the news. After a quick thought, you were in. You'd already planned on Jade checking up on Stella that week and leaving her a few 20s for the deed (though she strongly disagreed with you paying her, seeing Stella was enough payment.) 

So it was settled: You would be going for an entire week. Unsure of what to pack, you jumped off what April told you she usually brings on the trip: the basics: clothes, toiletries, a first-aid kit just in case, and herself (obviously).

Mikey was going to be attempting to get a tan. So, you had something to look forward to seeing the result of. 

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Due to the long trip, you utilized Raph's shoulder and slept for the last part of the ride. It wasn't until you felt a flick on your nose that awoke you that you had made it to the farmhouse. 

"Ya still snore like a grown-ass man." Raph jokes, only for you to protest that you don't snore again. But you may never know for sure. 

Looking through the window on your right, you can see the beautiful ivory house with at least eight rooms and three floors. It seems incredibly well-kept, with no visible signs of wear or tear. Casey's relatives enjoyed this house and spent much time ensuring it was in excellent condition. 

You can see the excitement in all of the turtle's eyes and Master Splinter's. This must be their most anticipated event during the springtime. As you get closer to the driveway of the house, you can see a large lake in the distance, along with a dense forest surrounding the property that seems miles deep. Don't tell Casey to freak him out, but this would be a great Fallout location. 

You could go into great detail about everything you guys did together, but that would take forever. 

To make the long story short, it was indeed an unforgettable time. While you already felt close with the rest of the Hamato brothers, you were one big family by the end. 

Now, Master Splinter doesn't use the word "family" lightly. Family has such a deep meaning for him. It took April and Casey a while to be considered family. However, they were so in debt to the turtles from all the times they saved them that they owed them nothing but trust and loyalty. When Splinter recognized this, he accepted them into their home and family. 

From watching you interact with his sons and having a caring attitude toward them, Splinter accepted you into the family. You were a Hamato. Err, figuratively, not literally. His number one reason is the way Raphael was when he came around you. He watched how his most temperamental son became caring and loving toward someone in a romantic way. He had told you over a cup of tea that you gave him hope for Raph's brothers. That in this unbelievable world, there was a chance there would be someone for each of them. 

Speaking of Raph, a week-long getaway was just what the two of you needed to get closer to each other. When you all began the road trip, Raphael went to work, mentally planning things for you both to do outside (ooh, romantic~).

When you weren't with the entire crew, you were with your boyfriend- just how you and Raph liked it. Don't get me wrong- Raphael loves his alone time, but this trip allowed him to do things he usually wouldn't get to do with you in the city. The biggest one is going outside in the daylight. 

And, of course, there were plenty of times you two were intimate. And boy were those moments especially unforgettable. Raphael had this unspoken sexiness to himself and the way he presented that caused your brain to produce the nastiest thoughts- and when you let him know what you were thinking, he would give you that lustful smirk he always does before picking you up to set you down on the bed- effortlessly managing to close the door and lock it behind you two in the process. 

~

The whole trip had been a wonderful experience. If you were being honest, you didn't want it to end. But sadly, it had to. The city needed protecting, and you had to go back to work. It was no surprise that saying goodbye to the home you'd become accustomed to for the past 7 days was hard; it was a haven. Before leaving, you silently waved at each piece of rustic vintage furniture.

~

Moving on to the present time, you couldn't be happier now. After the week at the farmhouse, you were ready for the best part about Spring: The fiery Aries zodiac season. It is also known as Raph's birthday season.

Since so much time has passed since Leo's return, and since Raphael put away his Nightwatcher persona, things have returned to normal. 

The question was: would it last?

You wouldn't be in college forever, and your parents wouldn't be renting that apartment you lived in forever. College was quickly coming to a close, and you would be finishing up your undergraduate degree soon.

You also had it made. You had your own space and cat—you get the idea. You felt ready to spread your wings and leave the nest your parents crafted for you, unbothered by what may come soon. The present was just so beautiful and full of wonderful experiences that the future's problems were minuscule. You'll find a career and stable income with time.

As melancholy as it may sound, you couldn't return to your life before Raphael. You couldn't imagine what it would be like after graduation; would you stay or return home? Your parents would only pay your rent for a while, mainly because you would finish your undergraduate degree. 

After much time and consideration, you and your parents came to one conclusion. One that you all could agree on. 

Once this agreement was settled, you thought of ways to tell the turtle in red. You knew that Raphael also thought about you leaving. He had this small doubt in the back of his head that you would go back home, never to be seen again. However, you did not intend to leave him or the relationship you two had built.

As Raphael's birthday came closer and closer, you got all your ducks in a row. Everything was finalized, and there wasn't any turning back. But you didn't want to turn back. You weren't going to turn back. Ever.

By the time his birthday rolled around, you were ready.

~

"Hellooo~!" You sing as you enter the turtle's home. You're first greeted by Mikey, who is cooking in the kitchen. Mikey turns to face you with a "kiss the chef" apron on. You can't help but giggle.

"Hey, dudette!" Mikey greets. "Whatcha got there?" 

"It's Raph's surprise birthday cake." You grin. You make yourself comfortable, lowering the white box to take off your black vest. Then, placing it along with your purse on the coat hanger adjacent to the kitchen, you turn the cake around to show Mikey.

"Red velvet?" he muses. You nod. You had the baker write "Happy Birthday Raph" in red icing, and the rim and top of the cake were also decorated with red icing. You knew Raph would enjoy a simple cake.

"With cream cheese frosting?" A new voice enters the conversation. You turn around, nervous to see if your surprise has been ruined. Luckily, it was only Leonardo.

"Don't worry, Raph's not here right now. He's with Casey at their apartment; he should return in an hour." Leo reassures you, noticing the anxious look on your face. Feeling relieved, you put your guard down for now. 

"Yes, and shell yes! I took a trip down to Times Square at this popular bakery to get it. I told them not to make it too sweet. It's the best bakery around!" You say. Mikey makes some room in the fridge for you to place it inside. 

"He's gonna love it," Leo smiles, acknowledging your efforts. The trip to Times Square is not for the weak. Especially during the spring. "Might not say it, but it'll show when he cuts himself a piece." 

"Dudette, I saved a lot from my Cowabunga Carl business! I got him a new punching bag!" Raphael always complained that the punching bag in the dojo was getting weaker, and you would always tell him to go easy on the poor thing. 

"Eh, they're meant ta be punched." He would say, "But still, I mean, who the shell would make something so…" and he would complain about the fabric being cheap, etcetera, etcetera. You get the idea. 

"What about you, Leo?" You ask. The brown-eyed turtle grins before pulling out an elongated brown case. Opening it up, you see six silver shurikens propped up by a felt. Engraved on top of the inside was the phrase, "Para mi familia." It looked carved by hand.

"I was able to get these during my time in South America. I brought back a ton of trinkets and items, but I made sure to keep these safe. I wanted to give them to Raph, and now is a great time to do that, don't you think?" Leo says. He also says he added the wording on the inside; rather than being in Japanese, he thought it would be nice to write it in Spanish- a language he had always been interested in learning.

"Leo…these are beautiful." You comment. Leo places the box on the dining table while you take a walk to see what the new punching bag looks like. 

Peering into the dojo, you see Splinter meditating. Across the dojo are the weights and an obvious new addition to the equipment. It's a large black bag hanging from a holster. It appears to be nailed to the floorboard. It's clearly bigger than the last bag Raphael was using, and this one also had a big red bow wrapped around it. 

Not wanting to interrupt Splinter's meditation, you quietly step away and walk toward Donnie's lab (or nerd cave, as Raph has named it).

"Knock knock." You say to the purple-banded turtle hunched over something. From what you can see, it appears to be Raph's bike. Donnie stands up and stretches, "Hey, Y/n! Wanna see what I got Raph?" You nod, and Donnie steps away from his current project.

"Ta-da!" He reveals Raph's baby, his prized possession: Roxanne.

"Aw, Donnie…" You say as you walk toward Roxy. Only this time, Roxanne had some new upgrades. Her ruby red paint was beautiful and scratch-free, the coating adding shine. Her tires looked brand spanking new, as well. Her tires had some more grooves, probably for when Raphael goes a little crazy on the streets with Casey or you.

"I hope he likes it. I think this bike needed some TLC." Donnie says.

"He'll love it," you say. You loved how all the brothers went out of their way for Raphael's birthday. Seeing how they all chipped in to get him gifts was adorable. 

It might put yours to shame.

"What'd you get him, Y/n?" Donny asks, grabbing a towel from the table to wipe his sweat.

“Compared to you guys…it’s not much…” You say. Donnie sighs, and he puts a supportive hand on your shoulder. He looks down at you and smiles.

"Comparison is the thief of joy, you know."

"Thank you, human fortune cookie." You joke.

"Donatello is right, Y/n." A new voice emerges from the doorway. Turning around, you see Master Splinter. His short figure was wrapped up in his red robe. 

"I'm sure my son will appreciate anything you get him. Although he might not say it, he will show it." Splinter's words help you feel better about your gift. As you bow, you gather Mikey and Leo to share the gift you got for the red terrapin.

"Are you kidding?" Leonardo blurts out, and your facial expression turns into shock. Is it that bad?

"He's going to wanna marry you after you give it to him." The rest of the family shares a laugh together, and you now have a newfound confidence in your surprise gift for Raphael. 

With the validation from Raph's brothers and sensei, you couldn't wait to give it to him.

~

"Are you one? Are you two? Are you-" "That ain't part of the song, Mikey." Raph grumbles as he cuts himself a hefty piece of red velvet cake, his favorite. He didn't have a sweet tooth, and after taking his first bite, he thought it was perfect. It wasn't too sweet, just the way he liked it.

He deserved this after enduring "Happy Birthday" surrounded by family, friends, and his girlfriend. He felt so awkward when people sang Happy Birthday to him that he kind of just sat there waiting to blow out the candles. He wasn't about to sit here and wait until Mikey counted from one all the way to his new age.

You watched as the gift-giving commenced.

Master Splinter had given Raphael a new pair of practice sai for when he sparred. He needed another pair since his old one had a few hundred miles on it, and the wear and tear was obvious. 

April got Raph a brand-new hammock for his room. She remembered him saying he wondered if they had bigger ones that held two people because he wanted to share them with you.

Casey gave Raph a brown bag. Jones said it was some sparkling cider. However, the way his hand gripped the head of the bottle and handed it to Raph with a wink while April rolled her eyes, you knew it had to be Casamigos or Hennesy—both being Raph's favorites. 

Master Splinter decides to let it slide and save the "drink responsibly" lecture for after the celebration.

Mikey went next and told Raph to look in the dojo. He raised an eyebrow at him suspiciously. After a trip to the dojo, he returns and gives his baby brother a noogie. 

"...appreciate it, lil bro."

Next went Leo, and once Raph opened the box, his amber eyes looked admirably at the shurikens inside.

"What's it say?" He asks as he inspects the engraving inside of the box.

"For my family."

"Ey, thanks, Fearless." Leonardo and Raphael give each other a "bro hug," as they would call it. Master Splinter smiles; seeing his two eldest sons get along and embrace each other warms his heart.

Next was Donnie, and everyone went to the garage. Raph's bike was covered with a cloth, waiting to be unveiled. 

"I thought your bike needed some shine." The tech wiz smirks. Donatello quickly takes the cloth off to reveal Roxy. She's as beautiful as you remember her being an hour ago.

Raphael's eyes went wide as he walked around his motorcycle to examine its new appearance. 

"Don, ya amaze me- ya know dat?" Raphael's hands grip the handlebars, and then he uses his fingers to feel the ridges on the new tires. He couldn't wait to feel how she drove.

"I know," the turtle in purple says matter of factly.

You walk toward Raph and grip his bicep, "I didn't forget about yours; it's at my place," You wink and kiss his cheek only to hear an "aww!" from Mikey, followed by a "Can it!" from Raph. 

Once you all made your way back to the living room, you began putting everything away. April and Casey said their goodbyes and headed back to the surface to return home, and you were preparing to leave with Raphael.

"I won't keep him long, guys. I'll see you all soon, okay?" You give warm hugs to Raphael's brothers and sensei (you loved how his fuzz tickled your skin.)

"Good luck and congratulations, Miss Y/n." Raphael's eyes narrow at his father's comment, wondering what you had up your sleeve. Splinter retreats to the kitchen to fix himself and Leo some tea, and Donnie goes into his lab, taking Mikey with him since he needs a lab assistant.

~

"Ya ain't gonna kidnap me are ya?" Raphael jokes, opening up your bedroom window. He steps in first, then takes your hand and helps you inside. 

"If I could, I would." You muse, "I'd put you in my pocket and take you out whenever I needed a bear hug, Big Red." 

"I ain't fittin' in that tiny pocket o' yers, princess." Raph smirks.

You roll your eyes playfully as you take Raph's left hand and lead him into your living room. His mind runs through all his ideas of what else you've gotten him. If he was being honest, the cake was enough- you got it made just the way he likes it- which, by the way- he wasn't sure how you did that until he thought back to a year or two back when Mikey was bringing cake slices home from birthday parties.

Mikey would always try to get a piece of red velvet cake, and Raphael would always scrape away the extra frosting because it was just too sweet for him. You must've asked his brothers about his semi-sweet tooth for cake. That alone was a thoughtful gift in itself.

As you walk toward the couch, you two are greeted by Stella as she brushes against your legs as a greeting. She mews in excitement that you're back and the familiar mutant is too. She couldn't wait to perch on his shoulder and get her chin scratched. 

Sitting on the couch together, Raphael notices the red folder on the coffee table in front of him. He snakes his arm around your shoulders to pull you close. Resting your head on his shoulder, you also look at the folder you placed there strategically to catch the turtle's attention.

For Raphael

"Go ahead, open it, " you say as you notice Raph's attention on the file, his mind wandering to what it could be.

He grabs the red folder, opening it with one hand while the other stays wrapped around your frame. Soon, it reveals two pockets: the left one empty and the right one containing a single sheet of paper that appears to be some sort of contract.

After taking the paper, Raphael skims it, rereading the phrase in bold at the top of the page:

RESIDENTIAL LEASE AGREEMENT

He begins to reread it, only this time word for word. Are his eyes deceiving him? Is he really reading what he thinks he's reading? 

Were you…

Were you really…

"I saved enough to put the apartment in my name—my parents agreed to be cosigners."

"So that means…" Raphael reads over the lease again, only this time, he sees your name signed at the bottom. 

"It means I'm staying here. For good. Remember when I said you can't get rid of me easil- mmph!" Raphael shuts you up with a kiss. You drop what's in your hand and feel as time seems to stretch during this moment. 

Raphael deepens the kiss by leaning into you, his calloused hand sliding down from your hair to the back of your neck. Your free hands cup his cheeks, tilting your head and commencing a French kiss. Your tongues dance to the familiar song they always did when you shared a romantic and steamy kiss. 

You snap back to reality when you realize you have one last surprise for the red-clad turtle. 

"Hey," you pull away, gasping softly for air. I still have one more thing to give you."

"One more? Babe, ya didn't have to." Kissing your forehead as his hands rest on your hips, you can't help but look up at your boyfriend with a grin, your laugh lines around your lips growing heavier. 

"Ya stayin fa good, that's all I need" You lightly push Raphael's plastron away from you to grab the other part of his gift. He watches your figure move around your apartment living room, going toward the kitchen table and returning with your hands behind you.

You give your lover a mischievous look, and as you return to him, you reveal what you're hiding 

behind your back.

"Open it," You say, placing a small black box in his large hands. Raphael opens it slowly, unsure what tricks you might have up your sleeve. 

Well, he wasn't sure if this was a trick at all. As his golden eyes scan the shiny object inside, he isn't sure what it's for, although he has a few ideas. 

Not wanting to get ahead of himself, he asks for some clarification. "What's it for?" He asks, cocking a brow at you. 

"Let me show you," taking the small gift from his hands, you stand up from the couch and walk toward your front door to exit. Locking the door behind you, you wait a few seconds before unlocking the door and re-entering your apartment. When you come back in, Raphael is still where you left him. Only now, he has a smirk on his face. 

"Now I know what you're about to say," 

Before he can object, you telepathically read his mind. 

"And don't worry, it works for the window, too." You return the gift to the amber-eyed turtle, who quickly catches it.

He decides to inspect it again before putting it back in its spot. He brushes his green thumb over the metal, feeling all its rough edges. His calloused hands take turns fiddling with it, almost as if Raph is trying to see if he is dreaming.

"You have a home on the surface, too." Raphael's flat lips curl into a small smile. However, you were shocked by what you were seeing. 

Raphael was grinning.

Smiling right back at him with your toothy grin, he stands up, embracing you in a tight hug. You both stand like this in silence. Neither of you said a word for what felt like forever. It isn't until Raphael breaks this silence between the two of you. He brushes a finger across your cheek and then puts it under your chin. Soon enough, your eyes met- and his amber ones seemed to twinkle as he spoke.

"Thanks… fa this. Fa everythin’." 

The hoarseness in his voice indicated that he was almost at a loss for words. Raphael was new to this. He wasn't used to someone other than his brothers or Splinter doing nice things for him. He wasn't used to anyone caring as much as you did. 

Unlike Leo when he went to South America for training, you took much time and thought into how you could continue to include him in your day-to-day life. And unlike Sabrina, you weren't going to just up and leave. You wouldn't go away and lose all contact with him, either. You wanted to include him as much as possible.

You were so much different than Sabrina. In fact, you were nothing like her. Raphael knew that.

This small act of selflessness not only reflected how much you cared about him but also how much you wanted to be with him. He knew that you didn't care about his appearance, where he lived, or who—or what—he was living with. You loved and embraced all the baggage he came with. 

Raphael isn't good with saying "thank you" or verbally expressing his gratitude, and this was one of the rare times he did so.  

Words didn't need to describe the way Raphael felt about you. He had no issue with showing it.  

It might've been just a key, but this meant more to him than you could imagine. It meant you were here to stay. You weren't going anywhere, and that thought caused Raphael's stomach to churn with significant anxiousness for what was to come in the future. Not in a million years did he expect to be where he is right now. So as he places his lips on yours to share yet another romantic kiss, he can’t help but smile into it. His kisses were always good, but this one was different. This one had a lot of emotions behind it. He deepens the kiss, picking you up and letting you wrap your legs around his waist. As you giggle into the kiss, he leans into it some more, exerting all of the passion and love he has for you.

While Raphael had a place to call home in the sewers, he now had someone he could call home as well. 

For the first time in all his years of living, he loved being a turtle. 

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A Sweet Mishap - Chapter 25

Pairing - Jensen Ackles x Reader 

A/N: I just want to start by thanking everyone for all the love on this story so far. Let me know if you want to be added to the tag list. Please read the TW below and only read on if you feel comfortable doing so.

Potential Trigger Warnings: mentions of rape & violence

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While I wait for the results the psychology doctor comes to talk to me. Jensen goes to pick up some breakfast for us, since we’ve been here all night. Once the psych doctor is satisfied that I’m not a risk to myself or anyone else and has a detailed account of the night’s events for the rape kit he agrees to let a nurse sign me out. I look over at the bag of clothes that they must have brought me in. I can’t bring myself to put them on. While I’m overthinking the nurse comes in and removes my IV and gets me to sign the discharge papers. She tells me that the rape kit came up positive for foreign DNA and gives me the report to take to the police if I choose to report it. She also says that the doctor prescribed me an emergency contraceptive that I can choose whether to take or not. I ask about the bill and she says it’s been charged to the card “my boyfriend provided”. I quickly swallow down the pill with the remaining water in the cup by the bed and try my best not to break down again.

When Jensen comes back he has two bags, one from the cafe and one from the hospital gift store. 

“You paid?” I ask.

“I brought you here. I know you wouldn’t have come otherwise, so yeah, I paid. You deserve to recover and move on from this nightmare without the financial burden, and I wanted you to receive adequate care.”

“Thank you.”

“I also figured you might not want to put those clothes back on,” He nods at the bag in the corner, “So I found this in the gift store.” He passes me one of the bags. “I’ll wait just outside while you get dressed and then we can go wherever you want.”

“What about-”

“Everything’s taken care of. I called Stella, I didn’t want to overstep so I just said you weren’t well and I took you to hospital. And she said she’d talk to your boss. I figured it was up to you if you want anyone else to know the truth.”

“Thanks.”

“I’ll be right outside.” He steps outside the curtain and pulls it shut to give me privacy. I untie the scratchy paper robe and slip on the fresh underwear, tracksuit pants and New York embellished hoodie from the giftshop. They’re very touristy and not clothes I would choose myself, but it’s better than putting those clothes back on with the terrible memories. I pull the curtain aside and step out. Jensen offers me his free hand and I take it. As we walk out the glass doors towards the waiting Range Rover, I can’t help but think that I should be more cautious of him, but he’s been so considerate and it makes me want to cling tighter instead. He lets me. He sits in the back with me and Clif gives me a reassuring look in the rearview mirror. 

“You talk to Bob?” Jensen asks.

“He’s not happy, but he’s moved filming schedules around. I got us a new flight for Wednesday morning. Be back in time for shoots that night.”

I look up at Jensen. “You didn’t need-”

“Yes I did. Not just for you, but also for my peace of mind. Now let’s go somewhere and eat. You can come back to my hotel or we can go somewhere else. Wherever you’re comfortable.”

I think about it for a few minutes and they’re both incredibly patient. Jensen holds me close while Clif reads something on his phone. Eventually I say, “I don’t think I can go back to my apartment…But I also don’t think I can go to yours…”

“That’s okay. I understand. Where else do you feel safe? We can take you to Stella’s if you’d prefer, you don’t have to stay with me.”

“But you-”

“It doesn’t matter. You matter. Your comfort and safety is all that matters right now. If you’d prefer to be with your friend…”

“I don’t want Anna to see me like this. I know I have to tell her, but not yet…”

“Was he-” I nod. “Shit. Okay, so where else? We can even stay in the car if you want.”

“Can we just drive around for a bit?”

“Of course.”

Clif starts the engine and pulls out of the hospital car park. He expertly navigates the busy New York streets as Jensen pulls the food out of the paper bag. He hands me a breakfast wrap. “Apart from Texas barbeque and frozen meals from the supermarket I really don’t know what you like, I hope it’s okay.”

My stomach growls at the smell but I feel sick. He urges me to just take a small bite. I manage to keep it down. We both eat in companionable silence as we watch the buildings fly past. 

After we finish eating, Clif drives us to the police station so I can provide my official statement about last night’s events and submit the rape kit. He then takes me back to my apartment. Clif stays in the lobby, but Jensen walks me up. The second I open the door, the visions of me being forced down onto the couch come flooding back. I turn around and Jensen pulls me to his chest. 

“Let’s just get what you need for a night or two and we’ll take you to my hotel. We can get you a new couch tomorrow and whatever else he touched.”

“Me…”

“Right…do you want to shower? I can wait here.”

I shake my head. “My phone…”

“It was completely broken, and the police took it for evidence. There’s a new one for you in the car. I didn’t want to overwhelm you earlier, but I had Clif get you a new one while we were in the hospital. Purely selfish, I swear. I want to be able to contact you,” he adds with a cheeky smile.

Without looking at the couch, I slowly pull away and go to my bedroom to start gathering some clothes and essentials for the night. I realize that most of the things I need are still at Stella’s. He offers for me to call her and arrange for Clif to pick it up or for her to drop it off. I acknowledge that as helpful and caring as Jensen has been, I need my best friend right now. He agrees to have her come to his hotel. He and Clif will do some sightseeing to let us have some time alone together. 

Back in his hotel room, he orders room service for lunch and sits on the couch with me. At first I’m a little hesitant but he’s patient and lets me take my time. We’re both quiet, both a little unsure of what to say. Before midnight last night I would’ve given almost anything to have this extra time with him, but now everything feels different. As I pick at the salad I asked for I look up at the TV that he turned on for a little background noise. Neither of us care about what’s on, I’m still a little numb and I can tell he’s worried about me. But then the afternoon news comes on, as they get to the celebrity segment there’s video of Jensen running back through airport security and out the doors. I look over at him and he just shakes his head and puts it on mute.

“It doesn’t matter. People can say what they want. I don’t care about that. I only care about you.”

“You looked so worried…”

“For good reason. Come’ere.” He puts down his fork and opens his arms and I slide over into his embrace. “You’re so strong, Darlin’. I’m so sorry.” We lay together quietly in this embrace for a while until he checks his watch. “You still gonna perform tonight?” I shake my head. “I think you should. Don’t let him ruin that for you. It’s your dream.”

I consider his words for a minute before I say, “I’ll see if Stella can give me a lift after she drops off my stuff. It will give us a little longer to chat.”

“Would you mind if I came again? I just want to be here for you.”

I nod. “I think I would feel better knowing you’re there.”

He lightly kisses the top of my head. “I would too.” He then pulls away briefly and reaches for the unopened phone box on the coffee table and hands it to me. “You should set it up before you go. You need to be contactable and able to contact others.”

“I swear I’ll pay you back for all of this one day.”

“Just stay safe. That’s the only payment I require.”

Once Stella arrives, Jensen leaves, but not before making sure I’m safe and promising to be in the audience tonight. Stella and I talk about everything, I explain everything that happened through tears, heavy breathing and she hugs me close. She agrees that we need to tell Anna, but wants to give me time to recover first before having to relive it all again while also trying to comfort her and stop her from going back to him out of guilt. She promises to be there for both of us every step of the way. I feel bad that this is what the start of her and Nick’s married life is, but she reassures me. She knows none of it is deliberate or by choice. 

On the way to the theater I tell her about my desire to just go home. But she disuades me, at least for now, and all of her reasoning is sound; I can’t keep running away from my problems, especially when some of my biggest dreams are also starting to come true. But we agree that it could be something to consider in a few months once Grease has had its run. It’s something that I decide to talk to my parents about when they visit later this week. She pulls a park around the back of the theater and walks with me to the door before giving me a hug and promising to be there for whatever I need. She can’t afford to buy another ticket and stay so soon, but I tell her it’s okay and that Jensen will be here and take me back to his hotel after. 

The show goes by smoothly. A welcome escape from the traumatic and painful thoughts in my mind. Aly notices something’s off with me, but just tries her best to distract me and help me get into character. I try to look for Jensen in the crowd while on stage, but the lights are too bright and there’s too many people. Unless he was in the front row I wouldn’t stand a chance, and even then it wouldn’t be easy. I’m content with just trusting that he kept his word.

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Do you know that thing couples do where one person covers the person's eyes and goes "Guess who?"

Can I please request Kit doing that to the reader and the reader guessing literally everyone except for him

Your blog is really cool btw!

Guess Who!

A/N: ADORABLE. ABSOLUTELY SKKSMS. TYSM FOR THE COMPLIMENT ON MY BLOG. I often think it's messy but at the same time I'm a messy person 🤷🏽‍♀️

Warnings: none yuh

Fluff ☁

☆ You were just guessing wrong to tease him☆

Kit x GN!Reader

𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵, You thought with a sigh. Your science teacher happily agreed to let you use her classroom for private study time. You would've used the library but these days it gets crowded. You just needed an empty study room.

You open your study book and read over your notes. Being so stuck with the words on the page, you didn't hear footsteps come through the door. Kit had seen you walk into the classroom earlier. He thought it would be funny to tease you. Only a little.

A pair of hands clasp over your eyes and you gasp. You hear a small chuckle from behind you "Guess who?" Your shoulders slouch as you relax. You try not to burst out laughing at how obvious he was. You hum before responding. "Jentry? Is that you? "

Kit scoffs "Do I really sound like Jentry?" You don't respond and only shrug. Kit pinches your cheek "Y/N guess who, seriously! " You pretend to ponder again, tapping your chin with a finger. "Well, you do have a more male voice" You say. Your hands brush against his "And your hands aren't quite like Jentry or even Stella's"

"Exactly" Kit nods with a grin

"So you must be Michael! "

Kit's excitement drops into playful annoyance "This is funny to you? " Kit leans down to glance at your giggling face. "One last chance. Guess who? " You nod in response "Hmm. I think I know who now"

"You're smart. Of course you do" Kit rests his chin on top of your head. You snap your fingers "You must be my lovely, awesome and favorite person ever... " Kit's face flushed. "Favorite? Really? "

"Why yes Kim Kardas- I mean Kit" You snort

"Hey I heard that. You're not funny" His hands pull away from your eyes. You blink, adjusting your eyes to the room once more. Kit sits in the stool next to you and glanced down at your notebook. "Studying already? " You nod "It's more productive than playing guess who"

"Which you suck at" Kit retorts, flicking your forehead. You roll your eyes before speaking "Maybe I do suck at it but you know what? " Kit's eye brows raised waiting for you to continue. Without a second thought, you placed your hands over his eyes "Guess who! " Kit chuckles. "Uhm, my favorite person too? "

"Cute but no"

"Then I give up" He says as you remove your hands. "I'm only the love of your life" You place a quick kiss against his nose then look back at your study book. Kit's face shifts into a bright red. He doesn't say anything and responds with a smile

He'd definitely be trying that game more often

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Anything to Anywhere

Masters of the Air - Bucky Egan x OC

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14. The Same Team

Stella woke the next morning in the exact position she’d fallen asleep in, still in her clothes from the night before. Her makeup sat heavy on her face after she’d slept in it. She grimaced as she ran her tongue across her top teeth; she could feel that she hadn’t brushed them.

John was nowhere to be found but he’d left traces of his presence behind. He’d taken her boots off for her, for one, and left them neatly beside her bed. And he’d tucked her blanket over her, snug and up to her chin the way she liked to sleep.

Pushing herself up to sitting, Stella yawned and rubbed her eyes, sitting Ralph the teddy bear down beside her. She stretched out her arms and her neck, then glanced around her hut at the other girls, all still sound asleep in spite of the birds chirping just beyond their thin walls, the light filtering in around the curtains.

Remembering what happened last night was almost painful but Stella couldn’t seem to help it. She recalled the way she’d cried in front of John, the way she’d all but collapsed in front of him. The sting in her hands reminded her of how she’d sat alone in one of the B-17s and unravelled. Her nails were broken with dried blood cracking on the beds, her palms still red and sore after she’d repeatedly hit the yoke.

Sighing, Stella pulled herself out of bed and dragged herself to the bathroom, where she brushed her teeth, removed her makeup, took a shower, and then borrowed one of the other girls’ nail kits to clean up her broken fingernails.

At breakfast, the officers’ mess hall felt empty after the loss of eighty men the day before. Buck wasn’t there and he wasn’t going to be. DeMarco’s dog, Meatball, was sitting with Freddie Leroy, staring at the door and waiting for his owner to return, unknowing of how he never would.

Swallowing the lump in her throat, Stella headed over to her usual table and slumped into the seat, then accepted her breakfast and gulped it down like she thought someone was about to steal it.

She didn’t want to be in here for any longer than she had to be.

This entire place was becoming crowded with ghosts.

Mercifully, she had a chit to fly first thing in the morning. After the heavy losses of the day before there was a shortage of B-17s and, apparently, an urgent need for more. All of the ATA pilots had at least one B-17 each to ferry in from various nearby airfields.

So the Americans were being sent out again.

Stella knew, then, why John had come back early.

She hadn’t thought much about it last night, when she’d been so deep inside her own head and her own despair she’d only been able to register how glad she was to see him. But Buck had told her he was due back on Tuesday and it certainly wasn’t yet Tuesday.

He was here to fly the next mission. To avenge Buck, no doubt.

Stella was already stewing about it, preparing her anger, hours before she caught sight of him that day. And when she did catch sight of him, he knew immediately that she wasn’t happy.

“What now?” he asked with a resigned sigh as she approached him outside the mess hall.

Stella let the jab slide if only to ensure she didn’t get distracted from her point. “Did you come back early so you could fly the next mission?” she demanded, stomping over to him, heedless of the ears of other airmen and American Red Cross girls listening in.

He raised his eyebrows at her. “Yes, Stels, I did.”

“You don’t have to fly that mission,” Stella pointed out. “Buck told me you were supposed to be coming back on Tuesday and that you’re not needed around here until then. So why are you flying the mission?”

His eyes blazed in challenge as he held her gaze. “You know why,” he said lowly.

“I was hoping I was wrong.”

“That’d be a first.”

“Why are you such an idiot, John?” Stella accused, stepping in closer to him and raising her voice like it might be able to break through whatever fog had blurred his critical thinking. “Why, after everything you saw last night, would you agree to go through with this?”

“This ain’t about you, Stels,” he answered her calmly. And yet, at his sides, his hands were twitching. When he saw her notice, he tucked them into his pockets.

“Of course it’s about me,” Stella snapped in reply. “You’re flying a mission to avenge your friend. What do I get to do to avenge you when you go down, hm? What do I get to do to avenge my four brothers?” He said nothing and she all but snarled, “Nothing, that’s what. Sweet fucking piss all. You go out on your mission and you get shot down and I stay here and cry about it and wonder why every single person I care about leaves me behind. Fuck you, John, for doing that to me. Fuck you.”

He stepped in closer to her and lowered his voice.

Stella had to crane her neck right back to keep hold of his eyes.

“I don’t have any plans of getting shot down, Stella,” he said. “So you can put away your martyr act for another day.”

“Fuck you, John Egan!” Stella cried, giving his chest a hard shove. “Fuck you! You’re leaving me behind the same way everyone else did and you don’t even care! You’re going to get yourself killed trying to bomb people who didn’t shoot down Buck!”

John caught and held her wrists when she tried to shove him again. “I’m not gonna get myself killed,” he told her, ducking his head so she could more easily see his eyes. “I’m gonna come back here after.”

“That’s what Buck said!” Stella exclaimed, fighting his hold on her wrists. “That’s what Curt said! That’s what Harry and George and Alfie and David all said and they fucking lied to me!” When she finally managed to wrench her wrists out of his grip, she rubbed angrily at her eyes and fought to clear away the tears which had gathered. Then she shoved him again. “Fuck you, Major Egan. I hope you do get shot down and I hope I never have to see you again.”

Turning on her heel, Stella began to stomp away, breathing heavily through her nose to push back her tears. A few pitiful sobs escaped her anyway.

She managed to go a few steps before John stepped directly into her path and she ran into his chest.

“Why do you always lash out, huh?” John demanded. “You’re constantly lashing out at me like you wanna fight but I know you, Stels, and I know you don’t wanna fight. So why are you always trying to?”

Stella stared at him hard, her chest heaving, her breath wheezing. A few more pitiful, whiny sobs escaped. And all of a sudden she was back in the living room of the house she’d grown up in, an eight year old little girl standing toe to toe with her father, screaming at him to leave her mother alone while her eight brothers stood by and watched her. Fat tears stumbling down her cheeks, messy plaits in her hair, her pyjamas on and her teddy bear clasped tightly in one hand while she shouted again and again and again, “Leave her alone! She didn’t do anything to you!”

It had always been her first instinct. To protect. But never herself, not at first. First it was Harry, her youngest brother, only a year older than her, when she saw another boy push him over on the playground. And then her other brothers, when they’d fight with each other or steal each other’s things. And then her mother, from her father, who would push her around like she was an extension of his own body, like he was entitled to do with her what he liked.

Stella spent her childhood kicking and screaming to protect the ones she loved, hands balled into fists and teeth gritted, a fire in the eyes people looked into and saw tenderness. She spent her life making sure the ones she loved were safe.

But at some point she’d had to realise that she wasn’t immune to danger. She needed protecting too. And the sad truth of the matter was that no one had ever screamed and kicked and fought for her. That had been a job always solely reserved for her.

“I’m not,” she said, tilting her chin up defiantly in spite of the tears spilling down her cheeks.

“Stels,” John said. There was an unbearable softness in his voice, now. And in his eyes. Like he felt sorry for her but still didn’t quite know what to make of her, what to do with her. No one had ever known what to do with her.

His pity made her furious all over again. “When no one ever wants to look after you, eventually you have to learn to look after yourself,” she said, her voice hard even while it shook.

“You’re fighting the wrong person,” John informed her simply. His eyes were probing, prying, trying to puzzle her out. “We’re on the same team.”

“It doesn’t feel like it,” Stella hissed. Once more, she wiped roughly at her eyes and sniffled. Why was she always crying in front of him?

“We are,” he insisted. “C’mon, why don’t we go sit down? Then we can talk about this like adults.”

“I don’t want to talk to you like an adult when you’re behaving like a child.”

“Stella,” John snapped. His stare was hard. He wasn’t messing around anymore.

“I have another chit to fly in a couple of hours,” she relented.

“You’ll be ready by then,” he replied.

Stella stared at him hard, a storm raging inside her, before she decided she was actually so sick and tired of feeling angry all the time, when really what she felt was sad. Exhaling all of her breath, she shrugged and turned away from him, so he took that as his cue to start leading her back towards the nissen huts.

Her hut was empty at this time of day. No one else was likely to return until the day’s work was done, about an hour or so after dinner. Then the bathroom would be a revolving door, girls jostling each other for the showers or for space at the mirrors so they could get ready for another night in the officers’ club.

Right now, there were only echoes of the other girls who lived here. Pyjamas left haphazardly on beds and slips spilling out of footlockers and lipsticks left uncapped on bedside tables, shining in the bright light from the windows.

Stella’s bed was always neat, her pyjamas always folded and Ralph the teddy bear always sitting politely on top of them, smiling at the empty room laid out before him as he leaned back against her pillow. There were no clothes spilling out of her footlocker, no empty glasses, stolen from the mess hall, left on the floor beside her bed.

“How do you know where I live?” Stella asked as John took a seat on her bed. She’d been in no fit state to question it last night.

John didn’t look at her as he shrugged. His eyes were on Ralph, a small smile on his lips, and he reached out and gave one of his paws a brief squeeze before finally gracing Stella with his attention. “Asked Alice,” he said simply, by way of reply. “Are you gonna sit down?”

Stella took a moment to stare at him, taking in the unfamiliarity of the scene he created by sitting on her bed.

Then she sighed and crossed over to him, taking a seat opposite him on the edge of Alice’s bed.

They sat in silence for a while, twiddling their thumbs, both of them waiting for the other to speak first. And then, into the quiet, John suddenly declared, “I think Ralph needs a sweater.”

In spite of herself, Stella laughed. “I don’t knit,” she said. “Do you?”

“No.”

“Poor Ralph. He’ll have to be cold.”

John grinned, shaking his head as he looked down into his lap and then forced himself to meet her eyes. “You still mad at me?”

“Always.”

He gave a short laugh. “Yeah, I about figured.”

“I don’t want you to go out on that mission,” Stella said simply. “There are enough pilots here to fly it without you.”

“If you were me you’d go,” John pointed out.

“That’s different,” Stella replied sharply. “I don’t get to fly combat. Ever. If I got the opportunity I’d jump at it because I’d have to, because it probably wouldn’t ever come again. But you’re a major and I know you got yourself demoted but that doesn’t mean they need you to fly every single mission. They need you equally as much down here.”

John shook his head and looked away. Something in his eyes had gone cold.

Stella knew, because she knew him well by now, that he was thinking about Buck. She knew that around her he tried to keep his anger and his sadness at bay, out of respect for the people she’d lost, she supposed. But she also knew it was hard for him; it wasn’t in his nature to suppress his feelings. And with every new argument she made he drew closer and closer to not being able to tamp down his anger anymore - no, his rage. Losing Buck, his best friend in the world, didn’t just anger him, it enraged him. His fury was white hot, simmering, a hair’s breadth away from exploding.

“Going out on that mission won’t avenge him, John,” Stella said carefully, steadily.

He didn’t say anything.

She watched his jaw muscles working as he ground his teeth.

“I’d go with you if I thought it would.”

“But what the fuck else am I supposed to do, Stels, huh?” John demanded. All of a sudden he was staring deep into her eyes once more. The intensity of his gaze was startling, stifling, after she’d been without it for a little while.

Stella shook her head dumbly, swallowing hard. “I don’t know.” She clearly wasn’t the expert on how to deal with losing loved ones.

“Exactly,” John snapped, then he looked away from her again.

Stella let the silence fall, the blade of an executioner. She listened to the flap of phantom wings as invisible birds flew away at the impact. “You’re going to do the exact same thing to me that he’s done to you by going down, you know,” she said.

John didn’t say anything. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed.

“Just one more person to add to the tally of people who left me behind,” she added.

“I’m not gonna go down,” he mumbled in reply.

“You don’t know that.”

“I haven’t gone down yet.”

“That proves nothing.”

“I’m not gonna go down,” he repeated.

“Good,” Stella said. “Don’t. I really need you not to.”

His eyes sought hers immediately in the wake of that confession. He searched her gaze for something he evidently didn’t find, because he shifted closer to her until his legs were bracketing hers, the insides of his knees pressing against the outsides of hers.

“Stels,” he said softly, “I’m gonna come back.” His eyes were deep, endless pools of blue, full of so many emotions that trying to identify one of them was like trying to catch an ocean wave in her bare hands. Stella grasped and grasped and grasped, desperate to know what he was thinking, what he was feeling, but the instant she thought she was close to finding out his eyes would change again, become clouded by some other emotion, and she was clueless once more.

“Good,” she breathed. Had he always been this handsome? She’d never really noticed. Well, she’d kind of noticed, because he was tall and muscular and so much bigger than her, impossible to ignore, and he had a smile which made her insides seize up like a kettle waiting to scream as it boiled, so wide and uninhibited and full of joy. She always felt lucky when he smiled at her. But she’d always thought it was just the smile and the novelty of his height - it wasn’t often she was shorter than a male pilot, most of them tending to dwindle somewhere around five foot eight. But now, with the light from the window beside her bed spilling over him, lighting up the ends of his hair in a warm, chestnut brown when she’d always thought his hair was black, making his eyes so much brighter and his face so much softer, she couldn’t be sure whether she was just now noticing his handsomeness or whether she’d been deliberately ignoring it all along.

There was no way to ignore it now. Just the two of them in the room she slept in, him sitting on her bed with her childhood teddy bear beside him, his eyes bright and kind, his smile soft and gentle. Had he really always looked like this?

Oblivious to her whirlwind of thoughts, John just kept on watching her. And then slowly, tentatively, he raised both hands, giving her time to move away.

Stella sat still, watching his hands move, her body stiff as she tried to predict what he was going to do.

At the first brush of his fingers to her temples she flinched. His hands were warm, careful, but unfamiliar.

He paused his movements when she startled but persisted once she settled, laying his hands gently on either side of her head.

Stella grabbed onto his wrists when he started to move them, smoothing her hair away from her face. She wasn’t sure what she was hoping to achieve - some semblance of control, maybe - but his eyes found hers, eyebrows raised in question.

Minutely, she nodded, a tiny jerk of her head.

His hands continued to move, smoothing her hair back and then finding her temples again, smoothing her hair back and then finding her temples again, and on and on and on. The rhythm of the movement, the predictability of it, was calming, comforting.

Stella’s body relaxed. Her eyes fell closed. No one had ever touched her like this. So gently. So reverently.

She couldn’t see it, but his gaze had gone soft where he was watching the movement of his hands. He took to watching her face, drinking in the peace he found there. She had such a pretty face. He loved to watch her grin or frown or roll her eyes, loved to watch her talk - sometimes he said stupid things just to watch her scoff and react, or said funny things just to watch her laugh - but there was something mesmerising about her in this moment, her eyes closed and her lips slightly ajar, her relaxation making her face entirely still.

She didn’t ever notice when he stared at her, whether from across the room or right in front of her, but now he could stare openly and know for certain she wouldn’t reprimand him for it.

She would never have told him off for developing a crush on her if she could see herself, he thought. It was a losing battle to meet her and not fall at least a little bit in love. He’d certainly lost that battle early on and had kept on losing it everyday since. He’d long since stopped trying to win, in fact - had no real desire to, anymore, either.

After a while, Stella opened her eyes, peering up at John through her eyelashes.

When their eyes found each other, his heart gave a stutter.

Stella let in a sharp, silent inhale of breath.

Inexplicably, John smiled.

Then he leaned in close, hesitated while his breath fanned against her skin, and then pressed his lips softly, delicately, to her forehead.

Stella’s eyes fell closed once more.

She whimpered.

John pulled back to look at her, his eyes probing as they searched her own. He might have been looking for assurance that she was okay, that she didn’t mind him touching her like this, that he hadn’t crossed a line, but Stella didn’t let him look for long. Before she could think about what she was doing she was clasping her hands around the back of his head and pulling him back towards her, angling her face down until his lips met her forehead once more.

She felt him smile against her skin. Felt his breath as he laughed softly into the kiss he gave her.

Stella smiled to herself. “If you go down tomorrow,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper, full of the shakiness of her breath, “I’ll hate you forever.”

“I know, Stels,” John assured her, keeping his lips pressed to her forehead. He rested there for a moment, letting her feel the warmth of his breath, then sighed softly, silently, as he sat back to look at her. “I’d deserve it,” he said.

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Striker x Small!Meek!Fem!Reader || Drabble

I LOVED HIM SO MUCH in the new episode.

Plot: Striker fails her so Stella shows him why he should be afraid of displeasing her- by leaving you a bloody and beaten mess on his doorstep.

Warnings: You are really badly brutalised and Striker has this weird combination of love and degradation for you that's ... interesting... 🤔🤔😅

God fucken damnit. You weren't made for this kinda bullshit. How'd that bitch even know about ya?

As Striker lifted your very delicate, shaking body up off the filthy ground, just about melting at the feel of your fragile little fingers pinch at the front of his shirt and the sound of your little nose sniffling against his chest as you cry. This is not right. You don't go fucking up weaklings for no reason.

"St- Striker- "

"I know, darlin'. I'll clean ya up- you'll be right as rain in no time."

You continue to sniffle, giving a bubbly little sob, and its so pathetic his black heart actually feels lie its broken. What the hell? ... That royal cunt better watch her back- next time he sees her, she wont be makin' it out alive. Grimacing, Striker walks with you in his arms over to an old wooden bench. The wood is rough as hell but its the only one he trusts to not snap under you, and surely a few lil splinters aint gonna make no difference with what you're already dealin' with.

He leaves you there cold and alone for a few minutes as he goes in search of his first aid kit- he doesn't need it all that often, so he's not too sure where he left it last. By the time he finds it, dusty and unused, buried under some fallen rubble, you've managed to get your own shoes off. Which makes him give you the smallest of grins, setting the first aid kit on the table beside you. "There you go, little girl. Good job. Can you wriggle on outta yer pants for me, too? Gotta get to those cuts... "

Striker's luminescent, snake-like eyes focus on your little form as you try; Sticking your thumbs under the waistband of your jeans and shifting, pulling, trying. You fail, and you're just a pitiful little bunny covered in tears and blood, and Striker's frown just gets worse.

How... how could someone do this to you?? You were pathetic before, sure,.. but now you're fucken tragic. Jesus fucking christ.

Its gonna be hard to let you outta his sight, after this.

When you give up, and just cover your face with your hands and start to cry again - thinking he's mad at you, - , he gives a relenting sigh. "... C'mere, tough girl, I'll help ya." With a hiss, Striker pulls out his blade and slices the garment off you. Then he flicks the first aid kit open, one hand on your bare thigh and his warm body nice and close to yours, as he methodically begins to care for and wrap up your bloody gashes, slashes and grazes.

He starts with your legs, wrapping up your sweet thighs completely in gauze before kneeling down and doing the same to your dainty calves. When he's done with that he grunts, and gets back up to his full height - he hangs over you even as you sit on the table.

When he cups your face in one of his hands to clean away the tears and hold you still so that he can stitch up a particularly nasty slice Stella gave you when you started to cry, he essentially engulfs both your cheeks. When he's finished with your face, he pauses- his eyes gaze down at your lips- before letting you go with a scowl and picking up your hands one at a time.

The left arm is worse, already turning a disgusting purple colour and practically broken so he carefully sets that one up in a sling before winding gauze around the other; Gently rubbing circles of disinfectant cream into your palm when he notices a gash there with dirt spread into it. "Hmmmm... " He hums lowly at it, frowning deeply and glaring as his thumb works away at the area- soothing your hurt but making you nervous.

"I- I... I'm so sorry, Striker... I'm- I'm... so weak... " You whimper meekly, eyes still full of tears.

"Yeah... " He sighs. "But yer my weakling, so... I shoulda been there to protect ya."

Sniffing wetly, you immediately shake your head- a little, spark of defiance that ordinarily, Striker woulda found fucken adorable. You? Thinkin' you can stand up to him?? Sweetheart, no... "No, its not your- "

"It is... " Pinching the bridge of his nose and letting go of your hand, Striker lets out a long suffering groan... frustrated and pissed but trying really really hard to compose himself. To not scare you. "... but you know what? That's okay."

"... What?"

"I got a fix, for this. Its alright."

"What's your... what's your fix?"

Here he lets go of his face and looks down at you again, a look on his face that isn't warm but isn't quite cold either; Its curious, and makes something heat up inside you- deep in the pit of your stomach. "... I'll move ya in here with me tomorrow. That way, I can keep an eye on ya." Cuz clearly you cant take care of yourself.

Fuck- Shit- He knew that, already. He knew that from the moment he first saw you, and he still let this happen.

Seeing him beating himself up again inside his head, you start to feel bad. And not because you're physically aching, and stinging, and torn to pieces- because your cowboy is upset. You hate it. If only you were tougher... then you could keep yourself safe and he wouldn't have to be so hard on himself!...

... If only.

After a few moments of silence between you two, you raise your creamy hand to his face; grazing your knuckles softly against him for a second- before second-guessing yourself, becoming embarrassed, and attempting to retreat again quickly.

He catches your hand though in his much bigger, tougher, capable one and holds onto it. "... That's nice, darlin'. Y'can do that anytime."

"Okay... I- I will."

"For now, though... " This wins your full attention, causing you to look at him again; Eyes wide and innocent. There's a tired look on his face, but he gives you a devastating smirk. "Lets go to bed, sweet thing. Y'need your rest, after a beating like that... and I don't wanna let ya go for a little while."

"Th- That sounds good."

"Yep." With that, he gently scoops you up again and takes you away to his bed. As he lies you down, he gives you a kiss on the cheek, before laying down himself.

[softiedancers]

P21 Intensive

Ale Mancillas Dance Studio

Ruby Salinas (junior)

Balbina Cueva Toussaint (teen/senior)

Loreto Perez Robles (teen/senior)

Paloma Wise Hernandez (teen/senior)

Allegro Performing Arts Academy

Arina Bryzgunova (mini)

Art & Soul Dance Company

Domenica Mauti (junior, 12)

Base Dance Studios

Kit Swaddling (teen/senior)

Bella Dance Academy

Ava Fryer (teen/senior)

CA School of Classical Ballet

Aliya Yen (mini, 10)

Center Stage Performing Arts Studio

Stella Brinkerhoff (mini, 9)

Brooklyn Ward (mini, 11)

Ruby Taylor (junior, 11)

Vivienne Mitchell (teen/senior, 14)

Class Act Dance and Performing Arts

Jaklyn Woodland (teen/senior, 15)

Club Dance Studio

Finley Nielson (mini, 9)

Navy Forrest (mini, 9)

Brooklyn Besch (junior, 11)

Kendyl Miller (junior, 11)

Danceology

Soleil Lynch (mini, 9)

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Jacilynn Mar (junior)

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Victoria Safahi (mini, 10)

Sophia Hasson (junior)

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Summer Schilling (mini, 9)

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Jasmine Sison (teen/senior, 15)

Dance Star Academy of Performing Arts

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Sienna Hoover (mini, 10)

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Alexis Ratliff (teen/senior)

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Abby Rodriguez (mini, 10)

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Ava Rodriguez (teen/senior)

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Lauren Piepel (teen/senior, 17)

Imagine Dance Academy

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JDI Dance Company

Adelynn Muesse (mini, 10)

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Cooper Makowski (teen/senior)

K2 Studios

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Eva Wright (mini, 10)

Leilani Lawlor (junior)

Larkin Dance Studio

Evie Mccune Barrett (mini, 9)

L.A. Dance Arizona

Kate Summers (teen/senior)

Main Street Dance Company

Jaklyn Woodland (teen/senior)

Momentum By Dellos

Rozene Edino (junior)

Motion State Studios

Harley Gross (junior, 11)

Murrieta Dance Project

Khloe Cabrera (mini)

Nadines Dance Company

Angel Imani Wood (teen/senior)

Lily Straughan (teen/senior, 15)

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Mika Takase (mini, 11)

North Alabama Dance Center

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N10 Dance Studios

Carissa Hsu (teen/senior)

Claire Kingston (teen/senior, 14)

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Ivanna Canob (junior)

Julieta Marroquin (junior, 12)

Katherine Carranza (junior, 12)

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Madelyn Nasu (junior, 11)

Madison Ng (junior, 11)

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Leighton Werner (teen/senior, 14)

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Brielle Lieberman (teen/senior, 15)

Brooklyn Lieberman (teen/senior, 15)

Mady Kim (teen/senior, 15)

Richie Granese (teen/senior, 15)

Rylee Young (teen/senior, 15)

Stella Eberts (teen/senior, 15)

Kami Couch (teen/senior, 16)

Katie Couch (teen/senior, 16)

Lexi Blanchard (teen/senior, 16)

Kenz Couch (teen/senior, 17)

Loila Rhee (teen/senior, 17)

Sammi Chung (teen/senior, 17)

Sienna Carlston (teen/senior, 17)

Jojo Jessen (teen/senior, 18)

Project 520 Dance Studio

Adelynn McLeod (mini)

Pulse Dance Centre

Olivia Toneguzzo (junior)

Renner Dance

Tinsley Wallace (mini, 10)

Stars Dance Studio

Hannah Burak (teen/senior)

Starstruck Performing Arts Center

Remi Hilson (mini, 9)

Studio X

Tate Bisono (junior, 12)

Summer's DanceWorks

Lyla Sitrin (junior)

The Academy

Francesca Jen (junior, 12)

Kinsley Oykhman (teen/senior, 13)

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Roxie Onellion (junior, 12)

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Piper Perusse (junior, 12)

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Nevaeh Chanel (teen/senior, 17)

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Caitlyn Paik (junior, 11)

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Daniella Usa (teen/senior, 16)

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Renee Liu (junior)

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Emma Walters (mini, 8)

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300 Dance Studio

Filippa Kavalic (teen/senior)

Mini

Arina Bryzgunova (Allegro Performing Arts Academy)

Aliya Yen (CA School of Classical Ballet, 10)

Stella Brinkerhoff (Center Stage Performing Arts Studio, 9)

Brooklyn Ward (Center Stage Performing Arts Studio, 11)

Finley Nielson (Club Dance Studio, 9)

Navy Forrest (Club Dance Studio, 9)

Soleil Lynch (Danceology, 9)

Victoria Safahi (Dance Dimensions Performing Arts Center, 10)

Jaelynn Walls (Dance Nation, 9)

Summer Schilling (Dance Nation, 9)

Bella Salcedo (Dance Star Academy of Performing Arts, 9)

Sienna Hoover (Evolve Dance Center, 10)

Abby Rodriguez (Fusion Dance Force, 10)

Maria Moreno (Imagine Dance Academy)

Adelynn Muesse (JDI Dance Company, 10)

Jessica Sutton (K2 Studios, 9)

Eva Wright (K2 Studios, 10)

Evie Mccune Barrett (Larkin Dance Studio, 9)

Khloe Cabrera (Murrieta Dance Project)

Mika Takase (Nor Cal Dance Arts, 11)

Avery Dowling (Premiere Dance Center, 10)

Cece Chung (Project 21, 9)

Hadley Schulz (Project 21, 10)

Adelynn McLeod (Project 520 Dance Studio)

Tinsley Wallace (Renner Dance, 10)

Remi Hilson (Starstruck Performing Arts Center, 9)

Mila Vishnevski (Varient Movement)

Emma Walters (Yorba Linda Academy of Ballet, 8)

Mayyah Barajas (Yorba Linda Academy of Ballet, 8)

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Ruby Salinas (Ale Mancillas Dance Studio)

Domenica Mauti (Art & Soul Dance Company, 12)

Ruby Taylor (Center Stage Performing Arts Studio, 11)

Brooklyn Besch (Club Dance Studio, 11)

Kendyl Miller (Club Dance Studio, 11)

Ella Nani Knight (Danceology)

Jacilynn Mar (Dance Concept)

Sophia Hasson (Dance Dimensions Performing Arts Center)

Aryanna Lafontaine Cooper (Dance FX, 11)

Tayah Klimuck (Evoke Dance Movement, 12)

London Davi (Evolve Dance Company of Fresno, 11)

Sophia Bianco (Fusion Dance Force, 11)

Leilani Lawlor (K2 Studios, 11)

Rozene Edino (Momentum By Dellos)

Harley Gross (Motion State Studios, 11)

Lana Hinchman (North Alabama Dance Center)

Elizabeth Lara (Oddity Dance College)

Ivanna Canob (Oddity Dance College)

Julieta Marroquin (Oddity Dance College, 12)

Katherine Carranza (Oddity Dance College, 12)

Olive O'Connell (Orange County Preforming Arts Academy, 12)

Graisyn Clare (Premier Ballet Conservatory)

Madelyn Nasu (Project 21, 11)

Madison Ng (Project 21, 11)

Olivia Armstrong (Project 21, 11)

Berkeley Scifres (Project 21, 12)

Bristyn Scifres (Project 21, 12)

Chloe Mirabal (Project 21, 12)

Ellie Anbardan (Project 21, 12)

Jilly Mahan (Project 21, 12)

Regan Gerena (Project 21, 12)

Sara Von Rotz (Project 21, 12)

Savanna Musman (Project 21, 12)

Olivia Toneguzzo (Pulse Dance Centre)

Tate Bisono (Studio X, 12)

Lyla Sitrin (Summer's DanceWorks)

Francesca Jen (The Academy, 12)

Roxie Onellion (The Base Dance Center, 12)

Piper Perusse (The Company Space, 12)

Caitlyn Paik (To The Pointe Dance Centre, 11)

Renee Liu (Yaya Dance Academy)

Teen/Senior

Balbina Cueva Toussaint (Ale Mancillas Dance Studio)

Loreto Perez Robles (Ale Mancillas Dance Studio)

Paloma Wise Hernandez (Ale Mancillas Dance Studio)

Kit Swaddling (Base Dance Studios)

Ava Fryer (Bella Dance Academy)

Vivienne Mitchell (Center Stage Performing Arts Studio, 14)

Jaklyn Woodland (Class Act Dance and Performing Arts, 15)

Kiersten Mcbride (Dance Expressions Dance Studio)

Brooklyn Ladia (Dance Precisions, 13)

Jasmine Sison (Dance Precisions, 15)

Alexis Ratliff (FootNotes Dance & Acrobatics)

Ava Rodriguez (Fusion Dance Force)

Lauren Piepel (Hudson Dance Academy, 17)

Cooper Makowski (Just For Kicks School of Dance)

Kate Summers (L.A. Dance Arizona)

Jaklyn Woodland (Main Street Dance Company)

Angel Imani Wood (Nadines Dance Company)

Lily Straughan (Nadines Dance Company, 15)

Carissa Hsu (N10 Dance Studios)

Claire Kingston (N10 Dance Studios, 14)

Airi Dela Cruz (Project 21, 13)

Cali Cassidy (Project 21, 13)

Makeila Bartlett (Project 21, 13)

Leighton Werner (Project 21, 14)

Lilly Baraja (Project 21, 14)

Brielle Lieberman (Project 21, 15)

Brooklyn Lieberman (Project 21, 15)

Mady Kim (Project 21, 15)

Richie Granese (Project 21, 15)

Stella Eberts (Project 21, 15)

Rylee Young (Project 21, 15)

Kami Couch (Project 21, 16)

Katie Couch (Project 21, 16)

Lexi Blanchard (Project 21, 16)

Kenz Couch (Project 21, 17)

Loila Rhee (Project 21, 17)

Sammi Chung (Project 21, 17)

Sienna Carlston (Project 21, 17)

Jojo Jessen (Project 21, 18)

Hannah Burak (Stars Dance Studio)

Kinsley Oykhman (The Academy, 13)

Nevaeh Chanel (The Space TV, 17)

Daniella Usa (Triple Threat Performing Arts, 16)

Filippa Kavalic (300 Dance Studio)

[wintfleur]

Ok can we get a blurb when Rutger gets hurt and goes to the hospital? And how Stella reacted

౨ৎ tears, wishes and kit-kats

°. — pairings ( Estella Hughes oc! X Rutger McGroarty )

°. — details ( g; some angst because rutger gets hurt and Stella is worried, some fluff. w; none really. wc 1.4K)

˖ ་ 💭 roro’s notes ( I AM SO SO SO SORRY for how long it took me to get this out, I hope you enjoy it !!! Please don’t be a silent reader )

°. — ( feel free to send any requests of things you would like to see in this series, or if you just want to share some thoughts! I would absolutely love that! Please comment if you would like to be added to the tag list! )

au masterlist — you can find asks under #💌stellahughes!

°. — asks about stella and rut are under #⋆ ˚｡⋆୨🩷୧˚ stella & rut!

It was a horrifying sight, to watch as your boyfriend gets slammed into the ice, only to be taken off the ice on a stretcher. And that’s exactly what Stella had to go through, feeling completely useless and scared as she stood up from her seat, tears were already rolling down her cheeks as her friends tried to reassure her that he's going to be fine. Stella couldn't focus on her friend's words, or the loud screams and shouts coming from all around the rink, all she could focus on was getting to rutger as soon as she could. 

Stella was silent during the car ride to the hospital besides the small sniffles she let out, she couldn't stop crying since they left the rink. Stella was quick to respond to all the texts from Rutgers mom, letting the worried mother know that she was already on the way to the hospital and that she would keep them updated until they could make it to the hospital themselves. 

When Lily pulled into the hospital, the trio rushed into the hospital looking for the room rutger was in. Lily led the way, a panicked Stella being guided by Carmen who was holding her hand, doing her best to reassure her best friend. The image of rutger slamming into the ground, the look of pain on his face and him being on the stretcher kept on flashing through her mind. She would never get that image out of her head. 

After asking a receptionist for directions and a quiet elevator ride, the trio of girls stood in front of Rutgers room. Carmen brought up to Stella that she and Lily would go find a vending machine and get some snacks, so the couple would be alone for a little bit. “It's going to be okay Stella, we'll text you when we're on our way back” Carmen smiled at Stella, squeezing her arm reassuringly before her and Lily walked down the hallway to find the vending machine. 

Stella turned to face the door, her eyes looking at the plaque that had the number of the room on it. 204. Stella let out a nervous and deep breath before she softly knocked on the door to alert that she was coming in. Stella slowly opened the door and peeked her head into the room, her eyes immediately being drawn to the bed in the middle of the room. Rutgers eyes are lifted from his phone where he was trying to text Stella with one hand and to the door, when he hears the knock and the door open. 

“Whoa whoa don't move so fast I ⸺ ” Stella quickly spoke as she rushed to rutgers side, one of her hands moving to his bare shoulder while the other was on his chest, softly stopping him from fully sitting up in the hospital bed. As soon as rutger had seen his girlfriend he had quickly moved to sit up to move closer to her, a look of pain decorating his face at the fast movement. Stella spoke softly, her tone showing just how scared she was for him as she continued speaking, tears brimming in her eyes at the sight of rutger “I’ll come to you.” 

Rutger moved his arm that didn't have the iv in, up and rested his hand on top of the one Stella had on his chest, softly grasping it in his hand and bringing it up to his face; leaning his face into the soft skin of Stella's palm as he slowly leaned back in the bed. Letting himself relax now that she was here. Stella looks away from rutger when she hears the sound of someone clearing their throat and it was then when she realized they were not alone. “I’ll give you guys some privacy, I'm gonna go call coach ⸺ Tell him the news” Brain, the head trainer for the hockey team tells the couple, giving them a small smile before leaving the room.

Stella looks back at Rutger when she hears the soft click of the door closing, and she drops her bag into the chair that was by his bed and moved even closer to him, a few tears slipping out of her eyes and rolling down her cheeks as she really takes in the sight of her boyfriend in the hospital bed. Rutger looks up at his girlfriend and his heart clenches in sadness when he sees the tears “I’m okay pretty girl, please don't cry” rutger mumbled as he used the hand, he was holding to pull her closer, letting her sit on the edge of the bed. 

“I was so scared rut, seeing you down on the ice . . . seeing you get pulled off on that stretcher” Stella sniffed as she shook her head, trying to shake the image out of her mind. She has seen her brothers and her friends getting hit and injured during a game, but this time it was different. The fear she felt was different . . . she never wanted to feel it again. 

“Hey ⸺ Hey, feel” Rutger quickly cut stella off, he could see the wheels spinning in her head, she was starting to panic the more she thought of it. Rutger moved her soft and cold hand from his face to his bare chest and rested it over his heart, letting her feel the rhythmic beat of his heart. “See it's still beating, I’m okay stella” he whispered reassuringly, his eyes not leaving hers. 

Stella nods and brings her free hand to wipe off her tears and the small trace of mascara on her cheeks, she tries to give him a smile but rutger can see right through it and her quivering lip didn't help hide her true feelings. “C’mere pretty girl it's okay” rutger whispered as he gently pulled her down to lay on his chest. Stella closed her eyes and let herself relax against her boyfriend, the rhythmic sound of Rutgers' heartbeat soothing Stella and helping her calm down. 

Rutger used his free hand to softly play with Stella's hair, knowing that it would help calm her down. He hated seeing stella so upset but it also felt a little nice seeing how much she cared for him ⸺ such a weird feeling he didn't know how to explain. The couple stayed like that in silence for a few minutes, just taking in the feeling of being in each other's arms again. But when Stella felt that familiar uncomfortableness in her back from leaning down for so long in an awkward position, she knew she had to sit up.

Stella sat up and softly pulled her hand out of Rutgers gentle grip, she brought both of her hands up to her face and wiped away any tears and mascara off her face. She let out a heavy sigh and looked up from the hospital floor, giving rutger an embarrassed smile  . . . she hated crying in front of people ⸺ which does not work in her favor since she's quite the crybaby. 

“m’sorry” stella whispered with her adorable bashful smile, her fingers were nervously fidgeting in her lap. Now that she had calmed down the self-doubt came creeping in, and now she was starting to worry that she had overreacted. Rutger shakes his head softly with his own smile, reaching his hand up to softly take Stella's eyelash off her cheek. He held it out in front of her and whispered back “Make a wish.” 

Stella couldn't stop the loud giggle to escape past her lips when she heard rutgers words, she opens her mouth to tell him how silly that is but closes it when she sees the sweet but serious look in his eyes. Stella let out a soft hum and leaned closer to his hand, closing her eyes and softly blowing the eyelash as she made her wish. I wish that rutger will never get hurt again. Stella is pulled out of her sweet wish by the sound of the door loudly opening, causing her to flinch away from her boyfriend at the intrusion. 

“Oh, we totally interrupted something” Lily muttered to Carmen as she nudged her with her elbow, noticing the flushed cheeks of the couple. Lily had to stop herself from giggling at the small glare rutger sends her for running there moment. Carmen's eyes widen and she gives the couple a bashful smile as she holds up her arms that were filled with many kit-kat bars, her sweet voice breaking the silence “We got your favorite rutger!” 

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[kachikirby]

Tell me about Gundam?

Aight, so I'm gonna kinda ramble a bit then. Hope you do not mind.

So Gundam is a well-known mecha anime franchise that aired in 1979. It was directed and created by Yoshiyuki Tomino, a director known for having bouts of depression while working on his series, often causing him to have series where a lot of the major cast dies and earning him the nickname "Kill 'em All Tomino". Thankfully, he's doing a lot better, and you can tell because his newer works are a lot more on the happy side.

Most of the entries in the franchise at first took place in the same universe in a timeline known as "Universal Century" where people live in space colonies. The main conflicts in Universal Century stem from the fact that people in space want to be independent from the Earth government and both sides do horrible things to get their goals. Also, there is a teenager who kind of falls into the cockpit of the giant mecha and ends up becoming a soldier and experiences the horrors of war. There are other themes depending on the series, but the main theme behind most of the Gundam franchise in general is "war is bad" and "those who refuse to learn from the past are doomed to repeat it".

The Universal Century timeline is mostly made up of works directed by Yoshiyuki Tomino himself, with exception of a few sidestories in that timeline. The only two non-UC works that Tomino directed are Gundam Reconguista in G and Turn A Gundam, but it's confirmed that these two series take place at the end of Universal Century and every other Gundam timeline.

Then at one point in the mid-90s, it was noted that the viewership of UC Gundam was dropping and because of that, they started making new series that took place in alternate universes and that has since become a staple of the franchise. The good thing about these alternate timelines is that you can pretty much start from here if you want without worrying about watching something else first like you would have to with UC. The following is a list of them:

Future Century (FC) from Mobile Fighter G Gundam and its related works

After Colony (AC) from Mobile Suit Gundam Wing and its related works

After War (AW) from After War Gundam X

Cosmic Era (CE) from Mobile Suit Gundam SEED and its related works

Anno Domini (AD) from Mobile Suit Gundam 00 and its related works. The fact that it takes place in the real-world timeline is what makes 00 special.

Post Disaster (PD) from Mobile Suit Gundam: Iron Blooded Orphans

Ad Stella (AS) from Mobile Suit Gundam The Witch from Mercury

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Then outside of that, there's a lot more other side Gundam works.

There's Gundam Build Fighters, which is more on the lighthearted side of things. I wouldn't really recommend it as a first-time watcher since it's a series that makes a lot of jokes and references to mainline Gundam works. While it's still worth a watch, I think it'd be a lot more enjoyable if you're already into Gundam. It's also pretty much a toy commercial for Gundam plastic model kits (gunpla) but it's a really good commercial. I also liked its sequel, Try, but the response varies from person to person.

In a similar vein is Gundam Build Divers. Do not watch it. Watch its sequel, Re:Rise instead. I heard Re:Rise is better.

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Then there is the side work I am most interested in is SD Gundam. SD Gundam is short for "Super Deformed Gundam" and it's basically chibi Gundams. It originally started as a funny Gundam parody thing but grew into its own thing. There are multiple sub franchises in this franchise too, usually by putting its characters in different settings. Settings include the era of samurai, a Dragon Quest-inspired JRPG fantasy world, an American action movie, a time police squad, a bunch of cavemen, the world's loosest retelling of Romance of the Three Kingdoms, the world's loosest retelling of Romance of the Three Kingdoms again but modern day and with zombies, and there's more!

Most SD Gundam works are only in Japanese, and I had to translate a lot of the information to learn about the various franchises, but there are a few works that are in English. However, I think you're missing out on a lot if you focus on only the works that are readily available in English. (This is kind of why I started writing translation threads of the various manga works. I really should get back to that.)

But yee I think that's my thing about Gundam. I hope you enjoyed it and don't be afraid to ask me about anything else!