#like trying to make me go into the sea during night time ON THE SAME DAY AS MARLIN NIGHT????

[miserye]

i have a couple things to say about dtd regarding things i don't like

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

More of Stanley's sketchbook because he makes me sick /pos

(Just imagine he was looking in a mirror at the subway to draw this anshfhwj. The london bus ticket is unrelated, it's just a random knick knack he had lying around<3)

People weren't the only ones Stan met on the streets.

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+ this is an absolute fucking batshit WILD oneshot I initially wrote for these drawings that got WAY out of hand, if you feel like reading that.

The oneshot below is a stand-alone now, and in no way is related to the drawings above, but I just wanted to show you guys because Jesus Christ

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Winter of 1981, at a subway station Stan doesn't remember the name of-

The sorry excuse of a transport system that this hellhole of a city called a functioning subway was hardly anyone's first choice of a warm place to stay the night. And yet, here Stanley was; standing like an idiot in the middle of a small bustling stairwell that led down to the full screeching chaos of a train stop on a Tuesday evening. A rowdy crowd of exhausted office workers streamed out like a tidal wave from the entrance of the station, the bustle of their footsteps all too eager to go home and relax after a long day of work.

The faint, stuffy stench of old piss and sweat followed the crowd to the surface from the deep depths of a less than sanitary and overcrowded train station. The pungent smell intermingled with the crisp stinging winter air in a cocktail of shitty city gloom often associated with this time of the year; when the holidays were too far away and the sun seemed to come and go with practically the same 9 to 5 schedule as the workers had, leaving them going to work in the pitch dark and coming back out in the inky black as well.

He might have looked like he belonged there, depending on how one would want to look at it. He stuck out like a sore thumb amongst the sea of prim, pressed suits and neart uniforms. His ratty old jacket and generally unwashed appearance certainly didn’t help his case, but he also knew that stations like these also tended to shelter quite a number of homeless wanderers like him, especially during the winter. So, it wasn't exactly uncommon to see other sore thumbs seeking reprieve from the biting cold and the dangerous likelihood of frostbite from within the enclosed walls of the subway station.

Heck, if most of these underground kingdoms didn't also happen to be a breeding ground for several illicit activities, he might even have followed their lead. But, believe it or not, Stanley's already had enough experience with illegal activities to last him a last time, and he isn't looking for a new fill. He was satisfied with what meager shelter his trusty car offered him, as little a difference it might make in terms of safety.

Stanley's obstruction of the already narrow stairs with his loitering went unappreciated, as shoulders roughly shoved past him and swinging briefcases repeatedly bumped into his sides, usually coupled with a nasty glare and a snide comment or two. He paid them no mind, however. He wasn't here to start a fight with some random bum with a dead end job, as much as he thought it would probably do them both some good to duke their stresses out on one another.

The hours ticked by with wave after wave of new crowds being dropped off by a train and left to pour out of the station into the streets. By the time the streetlights turned on and the pale pink in the sky slowly faded to make way for the stark glittery black of the night sky, the tide of people had slowed to a trickle and rush hour was long since over. He was now the stairs’ sole occupier, with a few occasional stragglers stumbling up the steps and hurrying past him without a second glance.

Stanley did not move from his spot, however. He stood resolutely in the middle of the stairway, fervently rubbing his arms and stamping his feet in a futile attempt to try and regain feeling in his extremities as he waited. Rocking on his heels, he titled his head backwards to let his eyes roam the constellations that carpeted the endless expanse of the sky stretched out above his head, almost losing himself in the scintillating canvas of stars.

It reminded him of old times; of the sparkling beach sand twinkling in the dim moonlight, and the soft sound of lilting waves hovering in the background as he lay back on the cold wooden deck of his ship and watched the stars dance.

He still remembered every name his brother had once recited to him time and time again as he pointed out each star and galaxy from the night sky.

Then, like clockwork, he was broken out of his reveries by a telltale meow coming from below. The sound was a familiar blanket that immediately melted away the tension that had begun to build in his chest as he practically sagged with relief.

His body moved almost automatically as he leaned down to detach the frail tabby cat that was attempting to literally fuse with his legs, purring up a storm and rubbing her head against his pants as though her life depended on it. The cat gave a soft chirrup of dissatisfaction at being manhandled, which Stanley absentmindedly replied with a chiding click of his tongue as he lifted her up his chest and gently tucked her into his jacket in a practiced motion.

She thankfully remained blissfully limp in his grasp as he shifted around some more so that she was nestled comfortably inside the dark pocket of warmth inside his ratty jacket. The tiny warm lump that rumbled contently against his front radiated with heat, and his fingers finally began to feel like actual fingers rather than useless stiff frigid lumps of meat and bone attached to his palms.

A pointed cough startled him from his clumsy wriggling to get the cat to settle down. An oddly familiar security guard stood at the entrance of the station at the bottom of the stairs, leveling Stanley an unimpressed look with the metal gate in his grip already halfway closed, ready to seal the subway for the night. He must have been a comical sight; caught awkwardly bent over while trying to get his newly acquired cat to stop kneading biscuits on his stomach, with said cat peeking out from the gap between his collars.

Stanley faintly recognized the guard. He was a much older man, with a shock of thinning white hair neatly tucked underneath a dark blue cap and a strange depth in his eyes that reminded Stanley of the sea; with countless unspoken truths lurking far beneath the surface, but no less grand and knowing of all that the universe had to offer, as though he had already lived a thousand lives before this one.

He had seen the man around before, at another station, doing the opposite of his job by ushering stray buskers and homeless stragglers from the streets and into the (relatively) safe walls of the subway, instead of doing what any other law-abiding security guard would do and kick them out into the elements. He wasn't sure what the older man was doing here, of all places, since all the previous stations he'd seen the man at had been several states over, practically on the other side of the country.

A brief spark of panic shot through his spine at the thought that this man could be following him, but he quickly discarded the ridiculous notion as soon as it entered his mind. He had never even seen him before, and hardly ever even interacted with him; there was no reason for there to be any sort of bad blood between them. Unless he happened to be related to one of Stanley's many, many enemies, then perhaps his fear was a little warranted.

However, the old guard made no move to attack or do anything other than stare judgmentally, almost expectantly. For the first time in a long time, Stanley felt like a child being caught doing something he wasn't supposed to do. He tried his best to keep his uncomfortable squirming to a minimum under the unrelenting gaze, stubbornly returning the man's gaze with his own wary glare. His cat’s muffled whining came from inside his jacket. The traitor, she was leaving him to deal with the old man on his own.

With an exasperated jerk of his head, the security guard gestured towards the inside of the station. For a moment, Stanley stared dumbly, uncomprehending of what the old man could possibly want from him. Rolling his eyes, this time the man gestured more insistently at the small gap that still remained between the metal gate and the entrance, his arm sweeping the air in a low arc as he dramatically urged Stanley inside. Suddenly, it clicked, and Stanley shook his head.

“I have a car,” he said plainly, his voice echoing loudly in the desolate silence of the winter night that surrounded the unlikely pair.

He wasn't sure why he was so nervous, it wasn't as though he was lying. He did have a car, his trusty Stanley-mobile was parked safely away in the corner of an unassuming alley that wasn't often frequented by anyone. There was no way he was reaching it tonight, though; it was practically on the other side of the city, much too far away for him to arrive at a reasonable time. His nightly excursions to meet his small friend unfortunately left him with no other choice than to leave his car behind, the hunk of metal far too unwieldy and noticeable to drive around openly on the streets. He never knew who could be watching, after all.

He had simply been hoping to find himself a dark corner to tuck himself into with his cat, just for the night, but it seemed as though the universe had other plans. Or rather, this strange old man had other plans.

Although, if Stanley thought about it, the subway wasn't such a bad suggestion. This was one of the safer stations in the city; and with the rich neighborhoods being so close by, no rogue criminal or dealers dared to come near this area unless they wanted to be slapped with a hefty fine or face a higher potential to be arrested. And of course, there was the obvious shelter from the unrelenting cold that now seemed to permeate his bones, even with the purring warmth that was nestled inside his jacket.

So, that was how he found himself hunkering down for the night inside a shabby old subway station, with a satisfied cat still rumbling away against his chest and a strange old security guard locking down the gates behind him. The man said nothing as he hooked his keys back onto his belt and gave a firm pat on Stanley's shoulders as he walked past him, pausing to scratch his cat behind her ears before moving away. His footsteps bounced off of the grimy tiled walls with an odd reverb as he turned a corner.

“You'll be safe in here,” the man said, voice sage and gravelly. The words had a weight to them, and seemed to hang in the air with such a presence it was as though the old man had never even left his side.

The subway was empty, quiet. It was such a stark contrast to the loud rowdiness of the rush hour crowd these halls once held. Stanley hadn't yet registered the utter silence of the station as he aimlessly made his way down the winding, deserted halls of the ancient station. He mindlessly walked past the aged and peeling advertising posters plastered on the walls, his nose becoming accustomed to the stinging stench of the subway. The quiet seemed to swallow the sound of his steps as he explored the branching paths and endless tunnels. They were almost kaleidoscopic, dizzying, nonsensical. There were doors where there shouldn't be, and deadends where it didn't make sense.

The silence only began to truly settle in his bones the more he walked. He suddenly wished that he would head the telltale footsteps of the old security guard again, just to hear another sign of life in this underground hellscape other than himself. The ghostly memories of screeching trains and bustling crowds haunted the halls; now, only nothingness reigned supreme. He glanced down at his small feline companion, who slumbered away against his chest, blissfully unaware of his jackrabbiting heartbeat threatening to burst out of his ribs. The silence seemed to permeate every inch of space and crush the air out of his lungs. He couldn't breathe.

Stanley’s steps grew faster, more frantic as the walls and ceilings seemed to close in on him. They grew smaller, tighter; squeezing, trapping. He hardly even registered his cat's complaints as she was jostled around in his grasp, breaking into a full out run. His breathing sounded loud, too loud, and the world was collapsing around him.

When he finally broke out into a large, open platform, he could finally breathe again. He had arrived at the tracks, the empty tunnel where the trains would pass an empty, gaping maw in the wall that seemed to swallow all light around it and beckon him closer. He felt his cat wriggle out from within his jacket and hop out with a displeasured yowl, scampering away and disappearing behind a corner much like the old man had. True silence pierced his ears and thrummed like a deafening pressure in his temples. He was alone.

Stanley was stuck in that subway station for years.

[meow-xine]

Ohhh I am so obsessed with him 😫

Shota Aizawa x Fem reader

Cw: smut, some plot… oral (F! receiving)

Background: Aizawa is your husband but you haven’t seen him in WEEKS due to him being caught up in work.

Shota has just been so busy as of late. Truth be told, with the two of you sharing so many aspectual responsibilities – many stemming from Shota’s job, you had felt a strain on your relationship. Shota rarely had time for you anymore, him spending more time now than ever at work, trying to make sense of villain attacks and dorms. Sometimes he would be gone for weeks, the only interaction being a text or a late night call. Of course you kept yourself busy, going to work during the day then occupying yourself with small things around the house; cleaning, crafts. No matter how much you distracted yourself though, there was no way to stop the yearning for your husband. You knew it was necessary, and you would in no way ever try to stop him from doing what he needed to, but you just wish he could take one day off. Life just hadn’t been the same.

“I just miss you so much.” you sobbed into the phone resting next to you, laying down curled over a pillow. This had become a sort of routine, Shota calling you up later than he should, knowing that you would be awake and expecting to hear from him. “I know, I miss you too. It’s.. it’s just been so complicated trying to balance everything. Know that if I could come home to you I would.” He sighed. It wasn’t much easier on him, and you knew that. You often found yourself getting off the phone feeling more guilty than anything. He had a lot on his plate, and you were sure your complaining wasn’t of much help. There was just something about the late night that seeped into your words, taking control and slurring your speech. You weren’t used to staying up so late.

“I’m sorry baby.. I just don’t feel good without you here. It’s too quiet and dull.” you continued your earlier recurring thought. Silence interrupted by your small hiccups filled the air. It was stagnant and dense, but not uncomfortable. “You know it breaks my heart to hear you like that honey.” He interrupted the silence, followed by a sigh. “I’ll do what I can to see you as soon as possible.” he continued. “You promise?” “I promise. Now get some sleep love, it’s late.” And with that you hung up and fell asleep, remaining in the same curled position. 

That was two weeks ago, and since then you had been carefully watching the news reports and attacks against both Shota and his students. It was scary stuff and you constantly had to remind yourself that he would be okay– that they would all be okay. Even with reminders though, you couldn’t help but feel anxious and out of control, sometimes forgetting to breathe until Shota got a break on TV. You followed up with texts and phone calls afterwards too, needing more than just a digital image showing he was safe. 

Finally, amongst the sea of phone calls you had gotten, it was your husband.

“[Name]? Baby?” it was Shota, he sounded happier than he had in a while and you swore you could feel his smile through the phone. “Hi Sho, I’m here. How are things going?” you smiled too, not being able to contain yourself after hearing him. “That’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about. Things are going good, especially today. I rarely ever take time off work so it was pointed out that I am long overdue for some PTO.” “Oh yay! Do you know when exactly you might be getting some days?” You stood up from the couch you were sitting on in your shared home. “Well…” He started, but before he could finish his sentence the doorbell rang. “Oh, I’m sorry, give me one moment, someone’s at the door..” He chuckled, “Sure.”

You made your way to the door making sure to hold your phone to your chest before answering. Upon opening the door, the phone in your hand was long forgotten, falling to the floor. It was Shota on the other side, lazily holding his phone to his ear. He hung up and opened his arms, allowing you to run into them.

“You’re here! Oh I’ve missed you so much.. I wish you would have told me you were coming ,I would have worn something nicer.” You rambled feeling embarrassed for just wearing one of his shirts and PJ shorts. Not leaving enough time for you to finish a thought, Shota wrapped his arms around you, one snaking around your waist and the other rubbing your back. “Hi baby..” 

You released yourself from his embrace, taking a moment to look at his face and notice the small differences. He looked tired and weary, no thanks to the battles he had endured. Despite everything, it was still your Shota standing in front of you. Your eyes moved down to his lips and before you could think you were all over them. You pulled back, apologizing, “Oh! Sorry,” you knelt down to pick up some of his bags, “let’s let you get settled in first.” 

The two of you carried his bags to your bedroom, placing them on the floor. Before Shota made an effort to unpack, he walked over to you and brought you in for another hug, this one tighter than the last. One of his hands was wrapped warmly against your head, bringing you closer to his chest. You inhaled, making a mental note to lock his sweet musk scent away for when he inevitably had to leave again. “I missed you so much baby, you have no idea.” he spoke, his voice soft and gravelly. 

You loosely pulled away from him and looked into his eyes, one of your hands holding his cheek and his hands still lingering low around your waist. “I missed you too Sho. It felt impossible without you here. I’m just so happy you’re okay.” He smiled down at you and planted a small kiss on your lips. He deepened the kiss, disentangling your entire being yet somehow making you feel more full than you ever had all at once. His hand was now placed against the nape of your neck, all the while slowly backing you up into the nearest wall. 

Once you felt your back touch the wall you couldn’t help but break free of the kiss and gasp, being too entranced to notice the position you were in until now. Shota wasted no time in returning to the kiss, using the hand on your neck to bring you closer to him. The two of you melted into the kiss, a mix of small groans and whines left Shota’s mouth as he lost himself in you. He broke away from the kiss, taking a moment to look at you beneath his frame before speaking, “Baby I need you right now..” he groaned, searching for approval in your eyes. You displayed agreement through a nod and took a step forward. Shota, before beginning to take off your clothes, gently let his hands run across your body longer than he needed to. It had been so long since he had been able to feel your skin underneath him, he wanted to savor it. 

He took off your shirt, admiring what was underneath as he lifted it above your head. Once he discarded it to the side, he worked on removing your bra. You were now completely bare from the waist up and your dark haired husband couldn’t help but stare. “Oh I’ve missed you so much.” He lowered his earlier kisses down to the side of your neck, bending his knees as he moved down to kiss your exposed breasts, one hand massaging the other as he worked. You let out soft moans, the pleasure slowly surging through you. It was more intense than usual, it had felt like eons since you had been touched by him, yet it seemed he still knew exactly how to please you. 

‘C’mere baby,” he led you to your shared bed, sitting you on the edge. You were almost laying down, your elbows propped up stopping you from doing so. Shota got down to his knees in front of you, sliding his hands on either side of your thighs and he slid your shorts off, your panties being the only remaining article. Upon seeing your wetness seeping through the cloth, Shota chuckled  “Awh baby, you’re soaked.” He looked up at you with lust clouded eyes. “Let me touch you, please love.” It took you a moment to fully process and respond to him, you were far too distracted by the sight of your usually dominant husband kneeling before you, so undone. “Yes-yeah, of course you can.” you responded after far too long of a pause. 

He returned one of his hands to its earlier position, slid against your thigh only now massaging you slowly. His other hand moved up slowly to your clothed pussy and you gasped when you felt him touch you. He used his hands to spread your legs open and teased small traces along your inner thighs, moving his face closer. You shivered as you felt the warmth of his breath close in. He planted a trail of the most gentle kisses up your thighs, pausing once he got just close enough to make you antsy. You whimpered, “please Sho..need you..”

“You know I can’t say no when you ask like that.” he smirked, then slid your panties off, gliding a finger down your slit. He inched his face closer, attaching his mouth to your clit after a few small licks. The wave of pleasure crashed down on you all at once, “Oh Sho…” you moved your hands to grab his head, tangling your fingers in his hair. Once his gentle demeanor faded, he was devouring you like a madman, groaning and mumbling into your arousal. “You don’t know how much I’ve missed this..” he lazily groused, slipping two fingers into you. He curled them up into you, the sheer amount of unfamiliar pleasure was almost overstimulating.

Your grip on his hair tightened, indicating he must have been doing something right. He paused to look up at you, “Yeah? You like that? ‘Course you do..” he trailed off, his mouth finding you again. Your nerves heated your entire body, that combined with the growing knot in your belly was enough to push you over the edge. You bucked your hips, now riding his fingers more than anything. He pulled his face up to look at you again. “Oh baby you look so pretty coming undone f’me right now.” his fingers sped up reaching places you didn’t know could be reached. “So pretty.”

“I’m- fuck.. M’ so close Sho..” you couldn’t control yourself anymore. Rolling your hips at the same speed his fingers were fucking you, you couldn’t help but toss your head back in satisfaction, your release smashing against you. “That’s it baby.. good girl..” Shota spoke, his fingers never once slowing until you were worn out. You whined due to the absence that filled you as he removed his digits. 

He stood up, looming over your relaxed frame. He knelt down to kiss your forehead, grabbing one of your hands to help you sit upright. “You did so good baby.. So good.” He sat next to you, stroking your hair. “Oh I love you Shota, so much.” you whined into him. ”I love you too [Name].” He smiled, honestly not wanting to get up. “Now let's get you cleaned up, it’s late.”

“What about you though? I feel bad not returning anything..” You said, feeling a mix of pleasure and guilt all in one go. “Don’t worry about me, we have plenty of time.” Shota responded. He walked to the bathroom, starting a hot bath with a mix of calming oils; then returned to you and brought you to the tub.

The two of you were slipped in you got comfortable in the middle of his legs, your back resting against his chest. “I love you Shota.” you closed your eyes, feeling relaxed enough to go to sleep right in the tub.

He wrapped his arms around your torso. “I love you too, [Name].”

[kaitlynpcallmebeepme]

Sea Sickness

Sea Sickness

Luke Hughes x fem!reader (established relationship, but still new)

Idea: Reader gets nauseous from being on the boat at the Hughes’s Lake House and snuggles up to Luke.

Requested: Nope. 

Author’s Note:  I know I’m bouncing around who I’m writing for, but I’m on a NHL spree right now. I also get nauseated if I'm on a boat or in the ocean for too long. Fun Fact: I wrote the beginning part of this on a note card while working by myself in the OR today. We had a really long case where I just had to check up on people during the middle of it (hence why I wrote this on a card because I don’t like going on my phone when I’m in the OR. It's unprofessional). I don’t know any of these people personally. The closest I’ve gotten to the team (that wasn’t just playing in the band at the games or when they were walking past us down the 2023 red carpet in tampa) was a tuba was talking to some of them in his plane row on the ride back from that trip (he ended up being the tuba you see in the senior picture from 2024) and one of the coaches had to share our bus on the way back from the 2023 frozen four game with his wife and two young daughters (I kept trying to get the younger one to smile at me unsuccessfully).  Someone from my hotel room also shared the elevator ride up with the entire Fantilli family the night they lost that game in 2023 (I think Adam also won the Hobey Baker award that same night). I’ve also been playing my lego lord of the rings game. Anyway, enjoy this little blurb.

Tagging some of my favorite Hughes/NHL writers, love y’all.

@wineauntie @thedevilrisen @winterbarnesblog @sc0tters 

I forgot to mention that this is kinda based on the cute stuff @bedsyandco writes

I'm now sad when I'm uploading this because a friend from college drumline has an incurable brain cancer. Please keep him in your thoughts and prayers (he's only 19 or 20).

Requests are still open.  Feedback is always appreciated.  Also, tell me if you want to be part of a Tag List and I’ll tag you when I upload something new. If you want to only be tagged when I upload something for a certain character or shows, let me know as well.  

Warning: None, just general fluff. Feeling sick on a boat. 

Word Count: 488

Being on a boat wasn’t your most favorite thing in the world, mainly because the last time you were on a boat, it got stuck in the middle of the laek and had to be towed back to shore (true story), but when your boyfriend Luke invited you to spend the weekend at the lakehouse with ihs brothers and friends, you weren't going to say no. The weekend had been filled with lots of eating, playing outside, and the boys being competitive at every game they pick up (even the old board game you brought to teach them how to play).  Just trying to keep up with them all was exhausting, so that’s how you ended up on the back of the boat enjoying the warm air instead of diving into the water again.  The boys had been going back and forth between wakeboarding and chatting on the boat deck. With them supplying the lake with plenty of waves, the constand up and down was starting to make your stomach sick.  You scooched over and made yourself comfortable laying your head on Luke’s shoulder.  He then opened his arms and wrapped you in his warm embrace so you could crawl on his lap and snuggle closer to his chest. 

“You feeling ok?” 

“Yeah, just want to stop the constant movement.” It was getting to a point were you just wanted to stop the constant movement.  It being really hot out didn’t help either. 

“We’ll head to shore soon. Then we can cool off inside.” 

Being wrapped up in Luke’s embrace with his fingers gently carding through your hair or down your shoulder leaving goosebumps in their wake and shading you with his fit body definitely helped keep your mind off of your stomach and the boat’s ever shifting movements.  Luke wasn’t much of a pda person, but you always encouraged him to show little bits of it at least in front of his family or close friends.  

Little did you know, that’s exactly who was eyeing the interaction.  Jack, Quinn, Trevor, Cole, and Dylan all had stopped what they were talking about in favor of watching the interaction between you two.  Eventhough they were not all related, they felt like proud older brothers seeing Luke be so considerate and affectionate in front of them.  Of couse they’re all going to tease him relentlessly later about this, but they were gentlemen in regards to respecting the timing and the moment.

“Just lay down and close your eyes. We’ll be on shore soon.”  You snuggled deeper into Luke’s neck keeping your eyes closed and focused on his soft skin, his natural scent, and the way his warm body curled around yours. He even tugged on your legs to pull you fully into his lap as his large frame wrapped around your body fully encasing you in his warmth and comfort. 

Nothing better than enjoying the summer with those you love.

[floralcyanide]

ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴇᴀᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴍɪɴᴅ — ᴄᴀʟʟᴜᴍ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇʀ

callum turner x fem!reader (nsfw)

In which a chance reconnection with your ex, Callum Turner, brings you to his hotel room- and he talks you through more than just your breakup.

✣ warnings: smut, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, language, female anatomy described, nipple play, finger sucking, fingering, mutual orgasm, love confessions

✣ word count: 2.7k

✣ author’s note: I wrote half of this weeks ago and just finished it. hope ya'll enjoy ((:

masterlist | divider credit: @cafekitsune

based on this song | the death of peace of mind - bad omens

this fic has been cross posted to ao3.

ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ, ʀᴇᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀs ᴏɴ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ, ᴀᴏ3, ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ, ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴡᴇʙsɪᴛᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ɪɴ ᴀɪ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀs ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʀᴛɪғɪᴄɪᴀʟ ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴄᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ᴛᴏ sᴇʟʟ ғᴏʀ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ.

The last thing on your mind today was running into your ex, Callum Turner, yet here you are. 

He’s sitting adjacent to you in the script reading session for your new movie- and you had no idea of the cast until today, so seeing him was an absolute surprise. You try your best to remain neutral and keep yourself from looking at him, but you find yourself glancing up at him frequently. He looks great, of course, which makes it hard not to stare. You remind yourself Callum is an ex for a reason and focus on your turns to read the script. Callum had broken up with you because he had found himself unsure of his feelings and hadn’t elaborated further on it before leaving. So, you have struggled for a while with self-confidence and identity. It’s not entirely his fault, but not knowing how he felt for you during your relationship did something to you emotionally and mentally. 

When the reading concluded, you tried your best to make a clean getaway, but Callum’s long strides and quick maneuvering skills got him to you in the hallway in record time. A gentle hand is placed on your shoulder in the sea of cast and crew exiting.

“Long time no see,” Callum flashes his brilliant smile at you once you turn to face him.

“Yeah,” you half-smile, “Sure has.”

Callum stares intently into your eyes for a few seconds longer than usual before he notices he hasn’t responded. He visibly shakes his head out of his mess of thoughts, “How have you been?”

“Could be better,” you shrug, “But I’ll be fine, always am.”

You keep your answers brief, with as little to go on as possible. 

“Would you like to meet at my hotel for coffee later? There’s a cafe in the lobby that’s pretty good,” Callum scratches the back of his neck, “I just need to talk to you about something and would rather do it somewhere other than the corridor,” he laughs nervously.

“Oh,” you purse your lips, momentarily looking down at your feet before answering, “I don’t know, Callum. Is it really a good idea for us to talk outside the set?”

Callum clears his throat, “Well. I was hoping to talk to you about that, actually. See, I didn’t tell you everything when we broke up about how I felt, and I think you deserve to know, ‘s all.”

You sigh, “I suppose knowing wouldn’t hurt, even though it’s been a year already. Why didn’t you come to me sooner?”

“I was afraid,” Callum admits, “I thought you hated me.”

You frown, “I don’t hate you, Callum. I promise.”

Callum brightens, “So you’ll meet me at the coffee shop? Tomorrow, maybe? Ten in the morning?”

“Fine,” you agree, “Tomorrow it is.”

Callum gives you the hotel’s address and leaves you in the hallway, turning as he walks away to wave goodbye.

You’re laying in bed that night staring at the ceiling. You still love Callum; don’t get yourself wrong. But if he didn’t feel the same, why entertain it? Besides, it seemed like he never really felt that way for you, and that’s why he dipped last year. At the same time, however, you don’t know that for sure because Callum didn’t tell you much. You guess you’ll find out more tomorrow. You roll over and will yourself to sleep.

You definitely need the caffeine upon waking the following day from tossing and turning all night. You get ready and take a cab from your apartment to the hotel Callum is staying at, nervous the entire ride there. When you arrive at the cafe, Callum is sitting on a couch by the window, aimlessly scrolling through his phone, waiting for you. He hopes you come and don’t change your mind.

“You made it!” Callum grins as you walk in, and he stands up to greet you with a kiss on the cheek. 

Your entire body burns at the contact, but you try your best to push your feelings aside, “Of course I did.”

The two of you order and return to the couch, where you hesitantly sit beside Callum, his thigh touching yours. You find it familiar and comforting but, at the same time, very nerve-wracking. 

“So,” Callum turns to face you, “Do you mind me explaining everything? I promise you don’t owe me your time; I just feel you deserve to know why I left.”

“I don’t mind,” you say honestly, “In fact, I’d feel better hearing it.”

“Alright,” Callum nods, “To be honest, I was scared. I had feelings for you I had never felt for anyone before, and I didn’t know how to handle them.”

You focus on Callum’s words, carefully turning them over in your head, “I understand.”

“I loved you, you know,” Callum rubs his palms on his thighs, a nervous laugh leaving his lips, “And I fucked it up.”

You stare at him wordlessly, unsure of how to respond.

“Still do, actually. Love you.”

Your ears begin to ring, and you almost don’t hear your names being called for your coffee orders until Callum stands up and walks over to retrieve them. He loved you? Still loves you, rather? Your facial expression- one of shock- is still apparent when Callum sits back down next to you and offers you your drink.

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” you exhale the breath you didn’t realize you were holding, “I just didn’t expect that.”

“You don’t have to return those feelings, by the way. I just needed to tell you that’s how I felt then and still feel now.”

“Despite leaving me a little lost a year ago, a part of me still loves you too, Cal. But I don’t know what to do with that.”

“It’s up to you, sweetheart. We don’t have to do anything if that’s what you wish.”

“How do I know you really love me?” you blurt, shocking yourself with your words.

Callum puts a hand on your knee, “You can trust me, or I can prove it to you.”

Clutching your untouched drink in your hand, you wonder what he could mean by that.

“Prove it how?”

“You know a thing or two about that, I think,” Callum says suggestively, and your body burns like fire again.

You scoff, “I do. But how do I know you won’t just up and leave again after? Hmm?”

“I won’t,” Callum grabs your unoccupied hand, “I won’t this time, I promise. I don’t think I could leave you again.”

“Okay, then,” you admit defeat, “Show me just how much you really love me, Mr. Turner.”

Callum leads you to the elevator, where he presses the floor button and stands beside you, eyeing you up and down. When the doors close, he pulls you to his side as he finishes his coffee. You rest your head on his arm, sipping your own drink. Callum’s hand grips your waist, his touch hot even through your clothes. You're nearly shaking with nerves when you reach the top floor. The two of you had your go-arounds while together, of course. But it was never anything emotionally charged. You’re hoping Callum really does show you how much he loves you this time and doesn’t leave you hanging. He lets you follow him to his room, where he fumbles to unlock the door with his phone. Callum heads to the windows to close the drapes, his back muscles rippling under his shirt, much to your delight. He turns around and catches your gaze, maintaining eye contact with you as he returns to where you stand. Callum wraps his arms around your shoulders, pulling you to him after you sit your coffee down. He is taller than you, so you have to look up at him when standing so close. A closed-lip smile spreads on his face as he takes in your features. Callum pushes a stray strand of hair out of your face before leaning in.

“Do you want this?” he asks, his lips barely brushing against yours.

“Yes,” you whisper, “I do want this. Prove it to me.”

Callum captures your lips with his finally, and everything negative you felt about your relationship falls away. The comfort you’ve always found in him flows back into you as he guides his tongue along your bottom lip. Callum’s hands find your hair, where they tangle themselves in your locks for leverage. You allow him to explore your mouth softly as if it was his first time in uncharted territory. Your arms are around him, and your palms are settled on his back as he slowly moves the two of you over to the giant bed in the middle of the suite. You sit on the edge of it as Callum pulls his shirt off. He’s a little more muscular than the last time you saw him. You drink in his broad shoulders and toned chest, his thick biceps resting by your head as his fists dig into the mattress on either side of your legs. Callum is leaning over you, his demeanor shifting to something more dominant. He kisses you again before his hand moves to your chin, tilting your head to meet his gaze.

“Go lay on the pillows and get ready for me.”

A surge of excitement rushes through your veins as you nod, moving backward to where the pillows sit at the top of the bed. You peel off your shirt and jeans, kicking them off the side of the bed onto the floor where your shoes are haphazardly lying. Callum climbs over you, taking in the sight of you. He lays beside you, patting his spread, underwear-clad thighs for you to sit. You oblige, his chest pressed to your back as you relax into his embrace. Callum’s large hands rub over your hips and legs, his skin hot against yours. He buries his nose into your neck, leaving a trail of kisses along your shoulder and up your throat. Callum then lightly traces your jaw with his tongue before he reaches your ear, nibbling the shell of it. His hands travel from your thighs to your hips, all the way up your sides, until they reach your covered breasts. He squeezes them as he sucks a mark behind your ear, out of sight. You squirm lightly in his lap, inhaling sharply through your nose at the feeling of his teeth on your sensitive skin. Moving your hair out of the way from your ears, Callum continues his assault of bites on the back of your neck as his fingers slip underneath the cups of your bra. You hum as his fingers toy with your nipples, your head tossed back against his shoulder as he does so. This gives him more access to your neck, where he leaves open-mouthed kisses on the skin there. You feel him grow hard against your tailbone as he twists and rubs your sensitive nubs, eliciting moans from you.

“I miss the way you say my name,” Callum whispers in your ear, letting one of his hands travel back down to your stomach, where he slips a hand beneath the band of your underwear, “Say it.”

“Callum,” you gasp as his fingers ghost your heat, lightly brushing against your clit.

“Just like that, doll,” Callum grins into your shoulder, where his lips press to your skin.

He helps you out of your underwear, pulling it down your legs until you’re able to kick them off. Callum tosses one of your legs over his thigh, giving him easier access to you. You reach behind your back to unhook your bra, throwing it off the side of the bed.

“Kind of unfair that I’m the only naked one,” you frown.

“Be patient, I want to play with you first,” Callum kisses your cheek.

He prods your lips open with two of his fingers, allowing you to suck them in. You lave your tongue around them, coating them with your spit enough for Callum to be satisfied, “Good girl,” he coos.

He then gently circles your clit with his two slicked fingers, and your hips buck involuntarily. He uses his other arm to press you firmly against him. Callum continues to play with the bundle of nerves before letting a finger test your entrance to gauge how wet you’ve become. He’s able to slip a finger inside without struggle, curling it against the familiar spot that makes you groan. As he adds another finger, you grip Callum’s arm as his fingertips massage your g spot. 

“Callum, please,” you whine.

“Please, what?” Callum feels himself getting painfully harder against your back at the sounds you’re making, “Gotta use your words.”

“Show me how much you love me,” you beg, “Fuck me already.”

“Impatient, are we?” Callum smirks before removing his fingers from you and putting them in his mouth this time, relishing the wetness of your cunt, “God, the way you taste,” he moans.

Callum moves you over and off his lap so he can remove his pants and underwear before hovering over you. He braces himself on his arms on either side of your head, bringing his face to yours, “Are you sure you want this?” he asks again.

“Yes,” you say, grabbing his face and looking him in the eye, “I want this.”

“Not that your begging wasn’t enough; I just needed to hear you say it,” he jokes, lining himself up to your entrance.

You playfully smack his chest before digging your nails into it as he pushes inside you slowly. You wrap an arm around his neck, tangling your fingers into his hair. Callum fully seats himself inside you, his forehead pressed to yours. You wrap a leg around his waist, pulling him closer to you. Callum focuses on breathing properly, as your clenching around him makes it hard not to pound you into the mattress. You wiggle your hips a little, letting him know he could move. Callum holds your hips up, moving your legs over his shoulders to get a better angle. He pulls out just enough to thrust back in, gaining a steady rhythm. The noises you let out just urge Callum to go faster and harder as he kisses along your thighs.

“I love you,” Callum says, biting down on your thigh and causing you to yelp, which makes him grin.

“I love you too,” you say breathlessly, your hands gripping his biceps for leverage.

“Do you believe me when I say it now?” Callum bites his lip, feeling your walls clenching harder around him.

You’re close, and he can feel it. He reaches between your bodies and presses a thumb to your clit, rubbing tight circles against it.

“Yes,” you say, almost illegible, “Fuck, I believe you, Cal.”

“Good,” he pants, sweat beading on his forehead.

Your fingernails dig into his muscles as you feel yourself about to let go, your stomach tightening into a knot. Callum feels his orgasm creeping up as he snaps his hips faster against your ass, his grip on your thighs almost bruising. Your orgasm hits suddenly, like a tsunami of pleasure taking over your senses. Your body shakes as Callum’s own climax surges through him, your convulsing cunt milking his cock. You’re both gasping for air as Callum lets your back fall against the bed as he pulls out, collapsing next to you. 

“That was…”

“Amazing?” Callum turns his head to look at you, 

“Yeah,” you’re quick to pull the duvet over you as your sweat cools on your skin, “Better than any time before, honestly.”

“Agreed,” Callum puts an arm behind his head to rest on, “I’m still sorry for not telling you how I felt. I didn’t really know what it was at the time.”

“It’s okay now, Cal,” you roll over on your side, putting a hand on his chest, “You don’t have to worry about it anymore.”

Callum kisses the top of your head, “Okay. I won’t.”

The next day, when the script is read over again, tensions are definitely not as high. You don’t struggle as much with your lines, and being around Callum is easier. You’re glad it all worked out; maybe this time, it’ll last without confusion.

[folkloresthings]

TOLERATE IT / FA14.

in which the older sister of lando norris finds herself teetering dangerously towards the precipice of her brother’s, significantly older, colleague.

( fernando alonso x norris!reader )

track one: gold rush. track two: delicate. track three: labyrinth. track four: false god. track five: happiness. track six: the 1. track seven: daylight. track eight: lover.

✩⡱ warnings: age gap! reader is 25, fernando is 41. some cursing and sexual references.

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hungary was warmer than you had expected, that humid sort of heat that made you feel yucky no matter how many times you’d showered. but amongst the sea of sweaty drivers and mechanics, it could have felt much worse. lando had given you the grand tour of the paddock and track but duty called, and with your brother called off to some interview, you were left trackside.

there were no cars due to be on the track, so you were able to get as close as possibly. for years you’d gone to your brothers races, listened to his fanatic rants, and tried so hard to understand why he loved the sport so much. but now, standing and looking out at the quiet track, you started to understand the beauty.

“hello, again.” you jumped a little, the voice cutting through the peace. when you turned, you found fernando on the other side of the pit wall, looking at you through the gap in the fence. you chuckled, feeling caught, looking up at him.

“hi there,” you greeted, blinking innocently. but behind those eyes were little innocence, same as his own. you hadn’t slept with the driver, you weren’t that quick, but the night he’d spent in your apartment was long. wondering kisses, stolen touches, hesitance to leave. you both wanted more, but neither wanted to give in.

“you’re tagging along for the season, then?” he asks, eyes gleaming with possibility. you nod, humming quietly. as excited as you were for this job, another kind of excitement came knowing you’d be seeing fernando every weekend. “first time in hungary?”

“no, second. i travelled with some of my girlfriends during uni and we stopped in budapest for a few days — though i don’t remember most of it,” you admitted, cheeks turning red at the memory. he laughed, head thrown back with pure delight. it made your stomach twist endlessly.

“well, let me refresh your memory. i’ll take you to dinner tonight,” he offers, charming as ever. your brows raise, trying to differentiate his flirtations from his sincerity. “consider it a congratulations on the new job.”

you’re getting ready to refuse, knowing how lando would react and the complications it would bring, when fernando’s hand slipped through the pit wall railing, brushing over yours until it rests on top. you look down, noticing just how much bigger his hand is than yours. stronger, too, with more defined knuckles and much more worn down from years of driving.

“please say yes,” he whispers, even though there’s no one else around, and squeezes your hand softly. you sigh, meeting his deadly gaze once more.

“alright. but i want italian food.”

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writers note: lando stop cockblocking. also that b&w pic of flo is one of my favourites ever i can’t stop staring at it

[mooncalvin]

Care to teach me? (Charles Leclerc)

Summary: sleeping can become quite difficult when it is hot and you have the object of your fantasies less than a meter away.

Warnings: +18, MDNI. Masturbation, fingering.

Words: 1k

You and Charles were inseparable. You met each other when you were playing in the park and he offered you his cars to play after he had pushed you off by accident. You weren’t really similar, him being the social butterfly he is and you hiding behind your mother’s legs every time you saw a stranger. It didn’t really matter, because you found in each other a long-needed comfort.

The sound of the sea and the city filled the comfortable silence in Charles’s Monaco’s apartment as you two got ready to go to sleep. It was normal for you to share a bed, given how close you are, and tonight was no different. You slipped into your pajamas, while Charles' back was turned to give you some privacy. When you finished, you made your way to his bed and got under the covers. He followed you getting on the other side of the bed before turning the lights off.

“Good night” he said sleepily.

“Night” you answered, turning your back to him.

You spent almost an hour turning around, but it was too hot for you to fall asleep. You spent another 30 minutes laying flat on your back, wondering if you should go to the kitchen to get some water or maybe open the window, but you came to the conclusion that you weren’t even tired. An idea came to your mind of how to get tired easily, but you immediately discarded it.

Absolutely not.

Even though it always worked for you, you had your limits. You weren’t going to masturbate while Charles was sleeping just one meter away.

You found your best friend attractive, objectively he was, every girl would admit it.

You had given some thought to it. The idea of having sex with Charles played in your mind more than you would like to admit, but of course you never told him. You would just die of embarrassment. You would see girls posting about him on social media or even flirting with him at the club, but he barely paid attention to them. His eyes would always find you, an angelic smile adorning his face. However, you found yourself wanting him to see you as something more than your best friend.

Thinking about him at the paddock after a race, sweat covering his skin, had your hand moving down to your underwear. It felt so wrong, but the more memories that came to your mind, the more you wanted to keep doing it. You removed your pants and moved your panties  to the side, letting your fingers run through your folds. You started rubbing your clit in circles, closing your eyes at the relief. You thought about how his hair had got longer during the break, how it would be to run your hands through it and grab it pushing his head between your thighs, hunger in his eyes.

You didn’t even notice you started squirming, and definitely didn’t notice the man next to you waking up. You were immersed in your vision, eyes still closed and fingers moving.

“Chérie” you froze when you heard his voice, and stopped moving, hoping he wouldn’t notice what you were just doing. “What are you doing down there?”

“I’m just trying to get comfortable,” you replied. 

“And are you comfortable with your hand down your pants?” the lights were off, but you'd bet anything that your face was completely red.

“I thought you were sleeping” you refused to make eye contact, your back still turned to him. He let out a laugh and you felt him moving closer, your back on his shirtless chest.

“Is that better?” you stayed silent. “Would you tell me what you were thinking about?”

“Nothing” you were quick to answer, but of course he didn’t believe you.

“Let me ask again, who you were thinking about that made you touch yourself while you are just in the same bed as me” 

“I said no one” He sighed.

“Well whoever it was wasn’t doing it”

“What’s that supposed to mean” you finally turned to him.

“If it was actually working you wouldn’t be so quiet”

“I think I know how to masturbate, thank you for your concern” you fought back.

“I’m not saying otherwise, I just think that you need some help if you want to achieve something” you let out a gasp when you realized what he meant.

“Care to teach me?” a sudden confidence grew inside you.

“Only if you let me,” he answered. You felt his hand going to yours, which was still in your clit. He moved it away so he could replace it with his own, rubbing circles as you had been doing just a few minutes before. He picked up some speed, making you let out a little moan.

“Just like that,” you said. He moved so he could have better access, but then moved his hand away. You whined at the loss of contact, but it was only before he put one of his fingers inside you, feeling the cold metal of his rings where you were most sensible. He pumped it in and out, relentless. He added a second one and his thumb started working on your bud.

The other hand reached your face, making you look at him while you grinded against his fingers. He was hitting the spot that had you seeing stars. You always imagined it would be good but feeling it was on another completely different level.

“Does it feel good, sweetheart?” he whispered in your ear. You answered with a moan, not being capable of building up a coherent sentence. “Use your words princess” he demanded.

“F-fuck, yes, please go faster” he obeyed your request, taking you to the edge. “I’m gonna cum Charles”

“Come on, I wanna feel you cum around my fingers”, he said in a low voice. You reached your high as you yelled his name, but that didn’t make him stop, as he was still moving his fingers inside you. 

“Feel better now?” he asked smugly. 

You did in fact feel better, but it wasn’t enough. Now you craved even more of him.

[stargalaxxy]

⋆˚࿔ Boyfriend Scenarios 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ - Ninja Boys - His Feelings ⋆˚ʚɞ

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁Oki, it's been awhile since I made a boyfriend scenario, this is suppose to be like the guys realizing their feelings for you. (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) This was a struggle though, and thinking about the next one is already having me worryyy haha (╥﹏╥) But I hope you like bcs I kinda dooo ദ്ദി(ᵔᗜᵔ) But for a next story I really want to write something for Nya but I don't really have any ideas so if anyone wants to request something for her by all means lemme know I would love to hear what you want.. But no more talking enjoyyyy ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡ 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅

𝜗𝜚Now Playing: Hey Lover by, Daughters of Eve𝜗𝜚 (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) *

♡‧₊˚Let’s Fall in Love♡‧₊˚

♡‧₊˚Lloyd Garmadon♡‧₊˚

‧₊˚ ⋅You Calm His Mind‧₊˚ ⋅

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪  It was no surprise to anyone that Lloyd was struggling with a lot on his plate, taking the mantel of green ninja and fulfilling prophecies. 

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪  However, dealing with it as a responsible adult was a surprise to everyone given his still maturing mind. 

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪  When he made the sacrifice, he knew that he was taking away your childhood as well, when you all got back to the Monastery. He stopped to apologize for his choice saying it was the only thing he could think of before consulting with you, 

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖   You smile as you hug him “you don’t ever have to apologize for doing the right thing, you were so brave today. Thank you for saving us” you look to him as you played with the back of his hair absentmindedly. 

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪  After that you helped him move his things to the boy’s room orders from master Wu, where Lloyd will stay while you kept the guest bed of where you both use to sleep. 

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪  Placing a hand on his heart that night as he remembers your hug, Lloyd’s mind was racing from the walk home from Doomsday Comix that night, but after your words his anxiety leveled as you held him close.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪  Growing up he would constantly question his actions taking careful steps to seem like a capable leader for his brothers and you, training harder and displaying a serious exterior.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪  He admired your growth just as much as you did, noticing how you would push yourself, how your element has gotten stronger and how you were better at controlling it. 

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪  Whenever he saw you struggling Lloyd would encourage you to keep going, to try your best and never give up!

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪  “Ninja Never Quit” head ahhh

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪  He’d notice every time you would shake your head and snicker playfully at his motivation making him shout at you defensively before noticing your grateful smile. Grabbing his outstretched hand and thanking him,

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪  His cheeks turned red as his eyes. He pulls you up looking away with a pout. Secretly loving the way, you turned him into mush just from your looks or words.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪  Whenever he wanted someone to talk to when his thoughts got to heavy, he’d go to confide in you, in return he’d notice how you would do the same. 

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪   Those nights of when you two would hang your legs on the side resting your chins on the rail as you talked to each other enjoying quiet silence or him enjoying your voice. 

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪   During these moments when you both sit under a sea of stars accompanied by a light breeze, he would wish for time to stop just to enjoy the tranquility, no evil dad, no enemies, no fulfilling prophecy.

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪   Just you and him and he couldn’t ask for anything more.

୧ ‧₊˚ 🎀 ⋅ ☆ ˖°

Lloyd follows the sound of giggling as he looks to your cracked door, he knew he shouldn’t be peaking into your room. Since getting a talk from his brothers about how girls liked their privacy, 

Lloyd blushes at the awkward conversation as he rolls his eyes knocking lightly on your decorated door. Your giggling stops as you shuffle in your bed,

“The doors open” you call from the other side. Lloyd pushes the door open taking the invitation as he notices your surprised expression, Lloyd hasn’t been inside your room since the change. 

So, he knew seeing him was a surprise to you, Lloyd knew he was welcomed as you had invited him in the past. However, the thoughts of being alone in a room with you made his heart skip in ways that he has never experienced so he’s denied the offer or would excuse himself with a fake task leaving you behind.

So now here he was in your room decorated to your liking which was really cute in his opinion, your room screamed you, it was comforting in a sense. Lloyd takes notice of your favorite colors scattered around the room with other colors that complimented the scheme that you were going for, 

“Wow (y/n), your room looks amazing” Lloyd compliments as he walks over to you plopping himself on the floor. He hears your giggle as his ears start to flare up, “what are you doing? Come up here” you pat the spot next to you as Lloyd nods hesitantly. He gets up to sit at the place you patted, awkwardly shifting his feet, “so, whatsup?” you ask as you sat your elbow on your crossed knee resting your cheek on your palm as you look to him. Lloyd lets out a chuckle that he's been holding in,

Why was he so nervous, he’s never been nervous of you, if anything he’s always saw you as a challenge. Avoiding you when you were kids as your teased him and he’d scheme pranks on you, but now you both would look away from each other stuttering on words and making lies to get away from one another.

What was going on? 

“Oh, y’know the usual, fighting Kai, beating Jay, helping Cole, and learning from Zane” you lift yourself up as you chuckle, “That’s a lot… How are you handling it?” You would ask that a lot checking on him to which greatly appreciated since no one had ever asked him that. 

“It was hard at first, but it’s becoming second nature now.” You nod at Lloyd’s answer as you look away to your hands, “why’d you decided to come to my room?” you ask looking to him again with a teasing grin. “You starting to get tired of your brothers~” you laugh as Lloyd grins, “I’ve never been good at sharing” Lloyd huffs as he grins at your laughter. “How’s the room, s’pretty spacious” Lloyd looks around as you nod, you rub the back of your neck, as you mumble something that the average person couldn’t hear. 

However, when you look to Lloyd the blush on his face said otherwise as he grips the sheets under him quickly looking away as you did the same.

‘The nights are lonely without you’ is what you said, meaning for it to be internal as you move a part of your hair behind your ear. Your blush was evident on your face to Lloyd’s view, 

he swallows hard as Lloyd looks up from your wooden floorboards sucking in a breath as he says the words that has been inside his head since he left your room that night.

“I miss you too, (y/n).” 

( ˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵ )

♡‧₊˚Kai Smith♡‧₊˚

‧₊˚ ⋅You calm his anger‧₊˚ ⋅

✩˖ ࣪‧₊˚໒꒱⋆✩ It was no surprise to anyone that Kai Smith had strong anger in him, since he was toddler, they have been destructive as his parents knew it was connected to his element of fire.

✩˖ ࣪‧₊˚໒꒱⋆✩ However still concerning, as when Nya was born Kai’s parents wondered how he would act around her during his destructive tantrums,

✩˖ ࣪‧₊˚໒꒱⋆✩ When Kai met his sister, they knew he would protect her from anything. Being a caring older brother, he helped them around the house, taking on responsibilities that was uncommon for a three-year-old. 

✩˖ ࣪‧₊˚໒꒱⋆✩ Then he met you, and his anger finally settled as he found someone else, he loves to protect,

✩˖ ࣪‧₊˚໒꒱⋆✩ But when you tell him that you were moving Kai felt his world shatter as he felt his anger take over, why? why did you have to move, why did it feel like you were leaving him?

✩˖ ࣪‧₊˚໒꒱⋆✩ But when he saw your sad face his anger dispersed to comfort you, saying all the new things you’ll see and do, he hated to see you cry as he tries to comfort you the best he can.

✩˖ ࣪‧₊˚໒꒱⋆✩ Trying to make you feel better takes his anger away as he always stated how much he likes your smile as a kid.

✩˖ ࣪‧₊˚໒꒱⋆✩ It seemed to always calm him down when he saw your smile, he loved playing together like a big happy family.

✩˖ ࣪‧₊˚໒꒱⋆✩ So watching you leave in the taxi with your parents to the airport broke his heart, you both were sobbing as Kai’s mother held him and your dad picks you up.

✩˖ ࣪‧₊˚໒꒱⋆✩ Kai wanted to be strong for you, but he couldn’t, seeing you leave was the hardest thing for him. So, taking the opportunity to message each other you both tried your hardest to keep in touch.

✩˖ ࣪‧₊˚໒꒱⋆✩ But then Kai’s parents left, leaving him with the shop and caring for Nya, school got harder for you as after the rumors you found it emotionally draining to pick up a pencil and paper that wasn’t your homework.

✩˖ ࣪‧₊˚໒꒱⋆✩ You both understood why you both lost touch, feeling guilty on both ends.

✩˖ ࣪‧₊˚໒꒱⋆✩ But now here you both are together, unable to let each other go again, meeting almost daily.

✩˖ ࣪‧₊˚໒꒱⋆✩ Kai loved using these moments to get closer to you, whenever you came over any arguments that happen. Or any stress that ran through him from missions, you were able to show up just in time to help him through it.

✩˖ ࣪‧₊˚໒꒱⋆✩ Kai loved every second of it, your quiet and logical voice calming him down as you hold him close. Wishing for more moments like this but when he isn’t angry, just to feel your touch during happy, sad, or neutral moments. 

✧˖°.🍒ֶָ֢⊹ ࣪ ˖🍓�� ⊹✧

You and Kai sit with pillows under yourselves on the floor with a blanket on top of both your legs, it was raining outside so there wasn’t much to do but stay indoors.

So, you thought to bring over some movies to watch together with snacks from the convenient store, Kai was so excited to hang out with you outside.

Having made plans for the both of you to spend at the park and going to get ice cream, the amusement park came to the city even.

However, with training and school, you both had to go on the last day,

Turns out the last day was when the gods decided to rain on your guy’s day. And Kai being understandably pissed, you came up with the quick solution, but it was obvious that Kai was still sulking.

He enjoyed the time with you, but he really was looking forward to spending time outside of the monastery. “Oh Kai, if you keep sulking, you’re gonna get wrinkles~” you sing placing your cup of noodles down and start to rub Kai’s back in a comforting manner.

Kai huffs as he turns away, “sorry, I just, was really looking forward to spending the day with you” you giggle,

“But we are silly.”

“y’know what I mean, more than just sitting and talking, I wanted to…take you out.” The words that Kai pushed out made you blush; your heart begins to pick up speed as you try and calm your breathing.

Your smile grows as you lay you head down on Kai’s shoulder you feel his body tense up before relaxing again.

“I like hanging out with you like this, whether we’re out or not I just want to be near you.” Your words calmed the fire ninja, so much that his frustration completely dispersed as a goofy smile crosses his lips at your caring words and physical contact.

“Heh, thanks (y/n), I just don’t wanna bore you.” You giggle again, “you’re so silly Kai, you could never bore me, even if we were watching paint dry, I’d still want to stay with you.” You close your eyes and snuggle closer to your friend loveras Kai does the same, he lays his head on yours.

Kai grabs a random snack from the bag and opens it, grabbing a chip between two fingers he gives one to you placing it close to your lips. 

You open your mouth and lean over grabbing the chip into your mouth, Kai blushes as he feels your lips brush against the tips of his fingers.

You look up at Kai and smile, seeing residue from the spicy noodles that you were eating all over your lips.

Kai smiles before bursting with laughter, “haha-oh my gosh, (y/n), you look like you got red lipstick all over your mouth-haha!” you yelp embarrassed at how you must look.

Turning away you try to find a napkin to wipe your face, “d-don’t look! Where’s a napkin!” you frantically try to find one as Kai places a hand on your wrist, “it’s oki, hah, you look cute” you huff as you try not to look away. Kai calms his laughter as he grabs a napkin from his side and starts to wipe your mouth, you can’t help but blush as Kai’s hand holds your chin to properly wipe away red broth from the spicy noodles off your lips.

“There, all clean” Kai smiles down at you as you both look at each other, the movie long forgotten, the moment you both were caught in was a change in mood. Kai brings your head up further looking down you catch a glimpse of his lips, closing your eyes you both move closer.

“Kai! Have you seen my- oh~ what’s happening here~?” Nya bursts into the room as you and Kai recline away from each other in a fast motion.  “N-Nya, get out!” Kai screams as he stands up to chase her out.

“Ooh~ you guys are getting close~” Nya teases as she cackles out the room.

“Ugh, sisters.” Kai groans.

    (˶˃ᆺ˂˶)

♡‧₊˚Cole Brookstone♡‧₊˚

‧₊˚ ⋅Your Smile ‧₊˚ ⋅

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ Cole loves spending his time with you, that’s no surprise

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ At first, he thought it was because he liked your calm vibe and kind gestures towards him. It wasn’t just about the sweets…. oki maybe a little.

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ But now he finds other reasons as to why he like being around you, However, secretly, I like to think that Cole is a bit of an airhead when it comes to liking someone romantically. He chops it up to just liking you a lot as a friend, his reasons as to liking you he believes it’s innocent.

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ When his team found out of his constant outings they follow him, they figured out that he was going to you. Figuring that he likes you.

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ After confronting him later that night Cole shrugs it off as you guys being friends, but they knew better,

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ Do friends, leave lingering touches a bit too long,

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ Do friends stare at each other’s lips?

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ Or do friends stare a bit too long while blushing at the positive reaction of their jokes?

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ Then yea, you two are just the perfect friends…

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ But in all for realness, you two spend so much time together that its clear to everyone of your guy’s feelings, even if you two struggle to say them aloud.

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ But Cole figures it out sooner or later, when he caught you in the kitchen before you could fall on oil that you dropped.

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ He held you in a dip his calloused hand securely wrapped around your waist and his other hand holding yours. 

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ You both stare at each other for a moment, catching your breath and calming your heart, your cheeks turn up to smile, you always tried to cover it behind your hand. But now Cole can see it more clearly. 

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ He can see every feature of your face closely, little curls of your hair that stuck out from your pastel headwrap. A bit of flour on your cheek and nose It made you look like a cottage girl.

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ As Cole sits you up memorizing your face and looks. 

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ Cole finally realizes what his brothers were talking about and why he acts weird around you,

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ He absolutely adores you and your smile. Seeing you look at him and only him with those eyes and smile Cole finally understands why he feels as though he’s floating on air. 

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ He realizes why his heart flutters whenever you cock your head to the side and give a curious smile when you’re about to ask him something.

✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡ He knows now that seeing your smile is what he wishes for more than anything in the world.

✩°｡⋆⸜ 🎧

You and Cole were walking down the city, it was your day off and you asked if Cole wanted to hang out with you,

It took a bit of convincing to ask him to come as he didn’t want to impose on your day off. He had wanted you to take it easy seeing as you had a busy week, but you were able to convince him to join you.

“We should get ice cream!” you excitedly point to an ice cream parlor, Cole hums as he seemed just as excited as you.

“Hey, that’s not a bad idea, it is getting hot” Cole puts his hands in his pocket as he follows you.

You open the door to hear a small bell go off alerting others of your arrival in the shop.

The cold air of the shop hits you, feeling it against your sweaty neck and collarbone felt like heaven.

“Ahh, that feels so goood” you smile as your stretch wanting more of the cold air to hit other parts of your body,

Cole sighs in delight as well as his body slouches feeling relaxed, “it seems everyone had your idea of getting ice cream” Cole comments as he views to packed parlor. You shrug as you try and find a table, “that’s oki, I don’t mind waiting” your smile grows as you find a table,  “look look!” you jump as you race to the table before anyone could take it, “c’mon~” you wave Cole over as he follows you shaking his head a teasing smile on his face.

“Alright, you sit, and I’ll order.” 

You nod not wanting to get up as you tell Cole what you wanted, after a bit he soon comes back with two cones, he was already devouring his taking big licks. 

You grab your cone as soon as Cole hands it over to you, you hum at the sweet taste taking small licks to savor the flavor.

“What did you get?” Cole rolls his cone over his tongue looking to you again, “rocky road” you grin as he chuckles.

“yummy” you stare at his cone grabbing Cole’s attention as he arches a brow, “wanna taste?” he holds the cone up to you, your face grows red at his smoothed down ice cream. 

“uh-uhm a-are you sure?” you stutter out as you stare down at his ice cream, “as long as I get a lick of yours” Coles words flowed out so easily does he have no shame?!

You hum as if thinking on what to do, still blushing you look away to see if anyone was looking. Seeing as no one cared you look back and stick out your tongue swiping up at his ice cream leaving a dent as to where you licked tasting chocolate. 

You retract quickly as you look to Cole seeing that he was just staring at you, you thought that he finally realized what just happened as you notice soft pink blush on his cheeks making your heart jump at his cute face.

“Can I try yours?” he finally speaks catching you out of your trance you nod and shove your cone in his face.

“ack!?” you gasp as you went a little too far having hit his nose with your ice cream, “C-Cole! I’m so sorry!” Cole looks to his nose, looking adorable.

He swipes it up with his finger and places it in his mouth, 

“Hey that’s good!” Cole smiles as you felt as though you were about to have a heart attack.

“Th-thank you..” you smile tiredly as Cole chuckles,  he looks to your blushing face, smile still painted strong as you take a swipe of your ice cream, looking down Cole looks at the dent you made when you licked his ice cream,

He blushes as he lowers his tongue and licks the same spot that you tasted. He hums as he looks back up to enjoy his view of you.

(｡Ó﹏Ò｡)

♡‧₊˚Zane Julien♡‧₊˚

⋆｡°·☁️You Love Him for Who He Is⋆｡°·☁️

⋆˚🐾˖ Zane loved every moment with you,

⋆˚🐾˖ every day you showed him new emotions and what they meant and how to understand them. 

⋆˚🐾˖ Whenever Zane was confused or behaved that was seen inappropriate, he appreciated how patient you were with him. How you would explain things and what to do for next time.

⋆˚🐾˖ Zane knew he had to tell you that he wasn’t human, but already being weird he wondered how much you could take before dropping him for being too much to handle.

⋆˚🐾˖ The thought worried him, as it grinded his gears he would pace around trying to find a way to confess to you the truth. Zane didn’t like keeping secrets, it made him nervous, which is something he learned when he explained how he felt to you.

⋆˚🐾˖ “Oh, your nervous Zane it happens to everyone!” you smile as Zane explained his feelings to you that’s been keeping him from going into sleep mode.

⋆˚🐾˖ “It does not feel pleasant, it feels as though my insides are going through a roller..” Zane explains as he stares off at his bird chasing a tiny sparrow awkwardly.

⋆˚🐾˖ you giggle, “that’s normal too, that’s the bodies way of saying, ‘hey I’m nervous’ there are ways to stay calm do you want to know what I do to stay calm?” you tilt your head looking up at Zane as he turns to you with blank face then nods,

⋆˚🐾˖ “yes, that would be helpful.” Zane smiles as you grab his cold hand, Zane feels his face heat up at the contact as you bring them to your lap. 

⋆˚🐾˖ “I take a deep breath-“ you inhale through your nose, “I let it sit collecting the bad thoughts-“ your voice wavers from holding in the breath as you finally release it slowly. “Then I let it go, my bad thoughts fly away into the wind.” Your smile up at Zane as you chuckle watching Zane look up as if seeing your said troubles blow away with the wind.

⋆˚🐾˖ Zane looks back down to you in admiration, wearing a cami plaid dress with matching headband and earrings, Zane’s eyes move down to your lips they were glossy and smooth. 

⋆˚🐾˖ This moment reminded him of the movie you both watched of the couple holding each other lovingly as they sealed their loving words with a kiss.

⋆˚🐾˖ “I-uhm-th-thank you” Zane tries to talk, you tilt your head as your brows furrowed with confusion, your soft smile only intensifies Zane’s feelings.

⋆˚🐾˖ The feelings that he can’t exactly pin out. “of course, Zane” you smile pulling away as you look over to the pond pointing to the swans and their family floating by.

⋆˚🐾˖ Zane watches you coo at them, pink blush on his cheek as his gears turn to calm the blush. He then smiles as he captures this memory of you two together as he does with all the rest.

⋆˚🐾˖ Never wanting to forget the time he spends with you.

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚

“Great run boys let’s head back and get some food” Cole swung his war hammer behind his back as he stretches. 

“But we’re at the beach, it’d be a shame to not stay and use this time and relax” Jay kicks the sand pouting as Kai nods. 

“I agree with lightning, I could use a tan” Kai grins under his mask as Cole shakes his head, “We need to report back to sensei of our findings there’s plenty of time to relax, c’mon” Kai and Jay groan as the follow Cole. Kai stops however to see Zane staring down at the ground, “Hey Zane let’s go!” he calls to the nindroid causing him to jump from whatever he was looking at. “What is it, Zane? Did you find something?” Cole walks over and kneels to whatever caught their brother’s attention,

“It’s just a shell” Jay squints placing a hand on his hip. “Aw man, I thought it was something cool” Kai complains as he huffs walking away with Jay, “it’s a very beautiful shell” Zane picks it up and examines it holding it up to the light and watching the colors dance on his face. 

Cole cocks his head to the side as if trying to understand Zane, “uh yea Zane, that’s some shell” Cole walks with Zane close behind. “What’s so special about that shell anyways?” Jay pipes up as Cole and Zane catch up. “I am not sure of how to describe it, but it reminds me of (y/n)” Zane continues to stare down at the tiny shell following the ridges with his thumb. “Who?” Kai was now interested again stopping to let the others catch up to him.

“(y/n), I met her when I went out to get ingredients for dinner.” Zane spoke remembering his encounter with you, the memory made him smile as Cole puts two and two together, “ooh, you like her” Cole smiles at his ‘a-hah’ moment. 

“I enjoy her company if that is what you mean.” Zane looks to Cole, confused of what he was insinuating. “No Zane you like like her, like y’know” Jay only confuses him more as the nindroid shakes his head.

“I do not know.” The guy’s groan at the dopey nindroid, 

“Oki, how do we explain this..” Kai places a hand on his chin to think, “oki, when you’re around (y/n) how do you feel” Kai points to Zane. The group stops to wait for his answer, what does he feel when he’s around you?

Zane stares back at the small shell as if it held the answers, “I feel, happy when I am with (y/n) I feel that she genuinely understands me” Zane pauses for a moment rummaging through every interaction that he has had with you to diagnose himself and his feelings.

“But at times, I feel…nervous, she makes my sensors act up, I have to work hard to calm my system from overheating. When she displays physical contact, my gears turn fast…Are these signs of like liking someone?” Zane looks up at his friends who now had the masks up smiles on their faces.

Jay wipes a fake tear, “our little nindroid is growing up” the rest laugh as Zane stares confused, “are these feelings normal?” he tilts his head as Cole nods, “yea man completely normal. You love her and you saying how that shell reminds you of her, shows how she’s always on your mind, you should tell her that, she might feel the same!” Zane hums as he thinks back on their words. “yea Zane, you should confess, tell them what you told us!” 

“But what if they don’t harbor the same feelings as me?” Zane’s face contorts to worry as he continues to fiddle with the shell,

“Oh, well that is a possibility” Kai shoves Jay making him groan seeing as it only fueled in Zane’s worry. “No way, I’m sure she likes you too!” Cole walks over placing a hand on Zane’s shoulder, “yea man, don’t worry so much turn off that overthinking brain of yours and listen to what’s in here.” Cole points to Zane’s chest.

“My control box?” Zane goes to open it, the guys watch as a moth flies out, Cole groans as he shuts it, “no, your heart. You’re a good guy Zane your kind and compassionate, I’m sure whoever this (y/n) knows that too.” Zane processes his words as he looks down at his chest placing a hand of where his heart would be,

What is his heart saying to him?

The next day Zane met with you at the park, you both planned on going to the aquarium as they had a new exhibit. 

“Zane, hey!” you call for him waving by the fountain as he turns and runs over to you, “good morning (y/n)” you smile at how polite he was. “morning” you chirp back feeling excited for your plans, “are you ready?” you give out your hand for Zane as he pauses for a second his gears working to calm the blush on his cheeks.

“B-before we go, may I say something?” you pause as well putting your hand to your side again, “s-sure, what’s up?” you were quiet, was Zane getting tired of you? Was he telling you he didn’t want to be with you anymore? You swallow as Zane worked up the courage,

You notice him take a deep breath, holding it before letting it go. He was using your technique. 

“Zan-“ “(y/n), you make me nervous” huh, your body went stiff,  “I-I’m sorry?” he shakes his head and continues, “you make my body work hard to calm my nerves, whenever we touch I feel sparks go up to my head and my face over heats. My.. heart beats so fast that I feel that it might explode.” You take in his words your own heart beating fast and your cheeks turning pink, “my friends told me it is because I like like you, and they are right, you are sweet and patient, you help me understand new concepts of emotions that I would never have known.” 

Your eyes shine with hope of what Zane was getting at, was he…

confessing?! 

“Oh, Zane I-I don’t know what to say” you giddily hold your face calming your blush as you swoon,

“You are a dear friend to me (y/n), and I want to tell you how much I appreciate you.”

It felt like someone broke a piece of glass, you broke from your trance startled by the ‘friend’ part coming from Zane’s lips. Looking to him he hands you the shell he found on the beach, it takes you a moment to take it as you were still recovering from the unexpected…confession.

“I found this shell on the beach, it reminded me of you, so I want you to have it” he smiled with such innocents so happy for you to take the gift that he felt you would like.

So, swallowing down your feelings you reach for the shell your hands softly touch causing you both to blush. “th-thank you Zane, it’s so pretty” you chuckle admiring the shell still feeling a slight sting from the friend zone.

“Of course (y/n), I’m glad you like it, I think it’s very beautiful too” he smiles down at you making your blush worst.

Even though Zane confessed he can’t help but feel he did it wrong…

     ૮(˶╥︿╥)ა

♡‧₊˚Jay Walker♡‧₊˚

⋆˚✿˖°❀He Likes how Nervous You Make him ⋆˚✿˖°❀

₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ Jay is always nervous around you, he likes you a lot and all he wants to do is impress you.

₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ So when you voice your interest in something or someone, Jay can’t help but feel a bit insecure or even jealous if you were to spend a bit of your time on a new fixation.

₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ In a way to get you back Jay will find a ton of the stuff you like and show them off to you,

₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ “hey (y/n) look what I got~” teasing the figure in front of you,

₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ “Oh yea I’ve been collecting these for a while now, if you’d like I can show you the rest!” Jay loves showing off to you…

₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ “Jay they just came out yesterday, how do you have so many?” 

₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ “oh haha, y’know I just love these little guys.”

₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ you eye him suspiciously as he nervously laughs.

₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ If you start showing interest in someone’s characteristics or stare a bit longer than usual Jay will flex any part of him to show that he can outshine anybody any time. 

₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ Like if you stare at a guy with his arms out Jay will wear more muscle shirts that show his arms, or if you say how, you like the scent of something Jay will bath himself in the scent you like to have you like him more.

₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ I feel like I’m describing a bird trying to win a mate oml…

₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ Jay does this because he wants you to like him, he knows he has feelings for you he is just super insecure with his qualities that he’s worried that he isn’t good enough for you.

₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ But the moment you realize what he’s doing you assure him that he doesn’t have to pretend for you to like him,

₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ “silly, I already like you, you don’t have to try so hard~” you tease playfully punching his shoulder making Jay smile.

₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ He loves you, and he wants to tell you that, but every time he gets so nervous and intimidated by your charm he freezes up.

₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ He can’t help but be stunned by your beauty, he loves every moment with you and wishes to tell you that without tripping on his words.

🪼⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

“C’mon baby c’moon!!” you shout at the screen watching as the results pulled in on your Kirby hoping the weight would push you to victory. 

“No, nooo!” Jay watches your scale run over,

“YEEEAAA!” 

Yippie!!

Hai!!!

The game congratulates you as the scale breaks under your Kirby you rise from the couch as you scream in victory hopping around the living room as Jay groans flopping on the couch dramatically face in his hands as he listens to your celebration.

“yeaaaa hahaha, I win Jay I win~” you cheer grinning twisting your body to the celebration music as you dance along with your celebrating Kirby

“ugh, yea yea, I was so sure I got more strawberries than you I even went back for the other berries!” Jay pouts as he side eyes your victory dance wiggle. Swaying and hopping on the balls of your feet he admits you looked really cute if you weren’t currently bragging to his face of your victory.

“Hehe, no one can beat me in Kirby games Jay” you wink grabbing the remote to increase the music on your tv continuing to dance as Jay laughs,

“Whatever, you grew up with him, you cheated” he accused pointing,

Jay continues laughing as he brings out his phone recording you and your silly dance moves. Jay starts to tap his foot along to the beat watching you dance you laugh with him as you grab his hands having him join you. 

“You got lucky” he taunts getting in your face as you giggle blushing, “no luck, all skill baby~” you wink causing Jay’s face to explode from the nickname, you wheeze as you watch Jay’s face turns red as double over holding your sides as you try to calm your laughter.

“ha ha ha, very funny” Jay slides away grabbing his switch control watching you laugh his small smile returns, “I’m sorry I’m sorry Jay” your giggles laced your words as you walk over holding onto Jay making his stomach warm as butterflies tickle him. When you calmed down you look up at him,

“Heh, wanna play animal crossing?” you grab your switch connecting its controls as you look down at the lightning bolt dustplug charm that Jay gifted you a while back.

“Yea, I need some help on decorating my place” Jay got a hold of his emotions or tried to as you come back next to him.

The moment you sat down you squeaked, “youch!” Jay jumps at your yelp, “a-are you oki?” he asks as you rub your thigh. “Yea, you just shocked me, it felt really strong though” you chuckle as you continue to sooth the shock on your thigh. 

“c’mon sit down” you usher Jay back with your hand, he was hesitant though, he must have gotten a bit flustered, and shocked you on accident. He gulps trying to calm his nerves as he sits next to you. Your thighs were touching, you felt so soft that he wanted to wrap his arms around you, “hey log on so I can fly to your island” you look at your screen as you wait for Jay to connect. “s-sure” Jay was so nervous his heart was spinning from the contact that you two shared it was making his head spin. 

“Jay?” you look up earning back his attention, you looked concerned, “are you oki, do you have a fever?” you place a hand on his forehead it was cool to his warm face as his blush skyrocketed. A squeak once again left your lips, he had shocked you..

“Geez, Jay you’re just full of electricity today~” you tease at the ninja holding your hand, Jay was still stiff, every time you touched him or spoke or even looked in his direction, he’d feel like cupid was shooting him with arrows.

“I-s-sorry” he pushes out as you shake your head with amusement you giggle softly laying down on the couch, “it’s fine, now let’s play!” you push him close to you as you landed on his island you both start doing chores as Jay plays happily next to you. 

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It is complete ♡⸜(˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝ omggg I was struggling, this was sitting in my word doc for weeks, I had no idea of how to write for these boys and how they would feel for you. I wanted each to be different but I was loosing that inspiration.... anyways I finished the next one is gonna be the confession so I already have some stuff written down so I wonder how that will be ദ്ദി(ᵔᗜᵔ) thank you for 26 followers oh my goodness, I'm so happy you guys like what I'm writing to see more, I hope I can continue to make stuff you guys like. (˶ ˘ ³˘)ˆᵕ ˆ˶) I'm also trying to work on a welcome blog where I'll put in a master list and rules so that you guys can request stuff!! ᯓᡣ𐭩 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ P.s. I so want some ice cream, or cheese cake... P.p.s. I feel better no more sickness Love, ⋆˚࿔ Karrots 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Conrad's panic attack at the end of episode 3 but instead of Steven, reader goes after him. Maybe they no longer speak and had a huge falling out

Seeing that scene gave me so many flashbacks of scary times. When it happens, you sometimes don’t know what is happening and there’s so many things happening at the same time. I often get them at night. Waking up unable to breathe, heart palpitations, shaky legs and feeling so hot no amount of cold air makes me cool enough. Or during ptsd moments. 

Warnings: panic attack

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You were all gathered in front of the television, ready for a movie night. It happened one night filled the screen, a choice made by Belly, but no one was mad about it. Though the seating arrangements caused a few initial hiccups, everyone managed to find a comfortable spot. Belly and Taylor sat closely on the right end of the couch, Jeremiah and Steven on the left, and you occupied the middle. Conrad had the loveseat all to himself.

As the movie began, you couldn't help but steal a glance at Conrad, secretly wishing you were sitting beside him. However, things had changed between the two of you, and you hadn't spoken in months — not since the funerals. 

Beside Steven, Jeremiah's soft laughter echoed, reminding you of the good times you all used to share. It felt like a brief return to the past.

A few minutes in, Conrad’s phone buzzed, drawing your attention. His expression shifted as he read the message, the light amusement on his face falling, the movie now entirely forgotten. He quietly got up, trying to not disturb anyone, and left the house through the backdoor.

A sense of concern washed over you as you watched him go. You couldn't help but wonder what the message on his phone could have been and why it affected him so deeply. Your first thought was that it was about his mom, but Susannah was gone now. So, it was either school or his dad. 

Without hesitation or explanations, you stood and went after him. Steven opened his mouth to ask where you were going, but you ignored him. 

Forgetting about shoes, you let the door slam shut behind you, only thinking about Conrad. You hurried down the deck, seeing his figure walking down the beach in the darkness of the evening. The beach and the sea had always been a safe place for Conrad, he found the sound of crashing waves created soothing.

‘’Conrad!’’ you called out in the distance.

He didn’t turn or stop. He kept walking to the shoreline, his back was hunched as his breathing became rapid and shallow. Like he was struggling to find air. You saw him place a hand over his chest right before he stumbled and fell to his knees in the sand.

Your eyes widened with worry, and you could feel your heart racing. ‘’Conrad!’’ 

This time, you ran up to him. The sand was getting between your toes, a feeling you absolutely despised, but you ignored your own discomfort and focused on Conrad. You fell down on the sand beside him, saying his name again. 

Conrad looked up at the sound of your voice, his eyes wide with fear and vulnerability. His breaths were erratic, and it was clear he was struggling to regain control of the rising panic within him. His eyes were filled with distress, not understanding what was happening. 

‘’I-I can't breathe,’’ he managed to say, his voice trembling. ‘’My chest feels so tight, I—’’ 

Your heart sank as you realized what was happening. Conrad was having a full-blown panic attack. You should have guessed faster. You knew the signs all too well. They can be overwhelming and debilitating.

‘’You’re having a panic attack,’’ you explained calmly, gently placing a hand on his shoulder.

Conrad's gaze locked with yours, searching for some form of reassurance. ‘’Make it stop,’’ he stammered, his voice still shaking. ‘’Please, make it stop.’’ He clutched at his chest, gripping his shirt tightly, the air unable to pass through his lungs. 

You had been taught a few techniques to come back from a panic attack, but you figured the fastest one would work best on Conrad. 

You took his hand and put it over your chest. Conrad tried to push you away, but you didn’t let him. ‘’Follow my breathing.’’ 

It felt overwhelming to be touching you, to be so close to you. It made Conrad’s heart want to jump out of his chest. He tried his best to follow along, trying to focus on your breathing instead of how you made him feel. It was evident that he was struggling, but he made an effort to control his breaths, to follow your pattern. 

Gradually, Conrad's breathing started to stabilize, and his panicked expression softened. ‘’That’s it. Keep breathing with me,’’ you encouraged him, offering a sense of safety and stability in the midst of his distress.

As the minutes passed, the panic attack began to subside. Conrad's shoulders relaxed, and his grip on your arm loosened. The crashing waves provided a natural rhythm for his breath, and he started to find a sense of calm. 

Once he was in a better state, he looked at you with gratitude in his eyes. ‘’Thanks for…helping me,’’ he whispered, his voice still shaky but filled with appreciation.

‘’You don't have to thank me, Con,’’ you replied gently.

Con. You had not called him that in a while. It felt strange on your tongue. 

‘’I want to,’’ he insisted. ‘’If you had not followed me out here, I would not have known what to do.’’ Conrad looked down, brushing sand off his jeans. 

‘’Well, I’m glad to have helped you. I…I’m gonna go back inside, now. I know you don’t want me to be here.’’

His words had been harsh when he saw you arriving with Jeremiah yesterday. They stung, but you didn’t expect him to be happy to see you either. Not after your breakup at Susannah’s funeral.

‘’It’s not true.’’ Conrad lifted his head, but kept his eyes on the sea. ‘’I always want you to be there. Even when I say I don’t.’’ 

You looked at Conrad, surprised by his honesty and vulnerability. It was rare he would speak his emotions out loud. He was more of a bottling things up and rarely, if ever, expressing them kind of person.

‘’I'm sorry for what I said to you. For everything,’’ he said, feeling a pang of guilt in his chest. ‘’I never wanted to hurt you, but I did. I should have taken the hand you were holding out for me instead of ripping it off and seeking comfort in someone else's arms to hurt you enough that you'd hate me and go away.’’

As Conrad poured his heart out, you could see the pain and regret in his eyes. For once, he wasn’t pushing you away. He was opening to you and making confessions you never thought you would ever get. 

He kept going. ‘’No matter what I do or say, you'll always be there. Here.’’ Conrad clawed at his heart and then dropped his hand. ‘’You’re engraved in my heart, Y/N, and I can’t get you out. I tried. I tried really hard, but something always pulls me back to you.’’

You took a moment to process his words, then spoke. ‘’Have you ever heard of the Red string of fate?’’ Conrad drew his eyebrow together, so you continued. ‘’It’s an ancient legend that originated in East Asia. The legend speaks of an invisible red string tying two together those who are meant to meet, no matter how far apart they live or how different their lives are. This magical cord may stretch or tangle, but never break.’’

Conrad traced over your pinky, as if he was visualizing the red string there. ‘’Do you think this string is— that our string is tied to each other?’’ 

You looked down where he was touching you, feeling a slight shiver at his touch. You looked back up into Conrad's blue eyes. ‘’Maybe,’’ you replied, reaching out to gently touch his hand.

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[gluion]

four-letter word ➵ myung jaehyun

myung jaehyun x gn!reader

you’d go anywhere so long as jaehyun’s there

genre/warnings ➵ friends to lovers, fluff, kissing, loser!jaehyun, reader is around the same height as jaehyun, minimal plot just vibes

word count ➵ 1k words

a/n ➵ me and my obsession with the beach... i don't even like it that much (yup so self-insert) anyway, making my offical debut in onedoorblr!!! please accept me… i love bonedo so much they have been taking up my life and my delusions so badly </3 i love this loser so much and i love writing loser bonedo!!! so if u guys do like that, i have an upcoming loser!leehan fic as well :33 if you enjoyed this, please do reblog and leave feedback!

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there were many reasons behind your dislike for the beach; the scorching heat that makes you itch, the sand that clings on wet feet, and the salt water that stings your cheeks. with every beach trip you were seemingly forced to go on, you’d prefer to stay away from the shore.

yet, you find yourself by the sea—wearing an oversized jacket and shoes—watching the dim, cloudless sky with jaehyun. fingers interlocked. synched heartbeats.

you look over at him and see him staring off into nowhere as he breathes in the salt air, and you wonder what’s rummaging through his mind.

it’s been two years since jaehyun came into your life, at a party you don’t even recall who hosted. with a goal to refill your cup, you stumbled upon the boy who was mixing up drinks for his friends. you were going to wait until he let go of the vodka, throw in that liquor with any chaser you could find in the kitchen, but there was a moment where his laughs died down—and his wide eyes settled on you. they shine like the sea that glistens on a sunny day, and you can’t help but hope to witness it once more.

that night was only the start. for a series of smiles. for the quiet exchanges of laughter. for a warmth that would accompany for you a lifetime—only if you let it.

over the course of knowing jaehyun, you learned of a boy past the grins and silly antics. beyond the extroverted persona is a boy who lives by the four-letter word: care. every action he makes is one done with such purpose. if he were to crack a joke, it’s done to uplift the mood. if he were to scold his friend, it’s done to look over their wellbeing.

if he were to hold your hand, during the colder season at a place you didn’t like, it’s done to keep you warm. to hold you close. to tell you, thank you for coming with me. to show you how much of the four-letter word he had stored in himself—all for you.

and you don’t know why it took you so long to accept it. all the nights you two spent at his place with arms interlocked. times when he joined you in shopping for groceries. the moments where you two allowed yourselves to simply exist.

yet, he waited.

patiently.

without a second thought, you close the distance between you two—your lips meeting his cheek—for only a second, and jaehyun’s calm expression morphs into shock. his shoulders still as his mouth parts open. once you giggle, jaehyun looks back at you, and he crumbles. he faces down to the sand beneath his feet, knees bent, but he continues to hold your hand.

“why?” you ask as you crouch beside him. with his flustered reaction, you can’t hold back your giggles. so you close the distance once more, this time kissing the tips of his ears that have gone red, and he yelps. you laugh once more before asking again, “why?”

before you know it, he looks up from the sand, his shocked expression threatening to turn into a smile. you both know that he can’t hide how he feels about what you did, so he pulls his hand away from yours as he stands up straight. for a moment, you frown in confusion until he bolts into nowhere.

you try to chase after him. “jaehyun! what are you doing?!” still, he continues to run as squeals leave him.

jaehyun’s reaction is a reminder of how much of the four-letter word he has in store for you—a testament to his love for you. 

you find yourself getting tired, pants starting to escape you, so you give up on trying to catch him. as he spots your steps faltering, he runs towards you. his arms wrap around you, holding you close so you can bask in his warmth for you.

“you can’t just do that and expect me to be normal about it,” he points out which only causes you to laugh.

“who says i wanted you to be normal about it? you know i like it when you’re a loser,” you move your lips close to his, and his eyes turn wide over the distance, “especially for me.”

and he can’t hold back his smile. because he knew from the moment his eyes landed on you that he would do anything to make you laugh. to have you rest. to let you feel the warmth of his love.

unfortunately, that only became clear to you now, but jaehyun wouldn’t have it any other way.

he beats you to it, his lips meeting yours. his hand reaches for your neck and his thumb draws circles over your cheek. the action feels familiar to you, almost like you’ve kissed him before—but he explores you like he’s waited a lifetime for this moment. to drink you up like the remnants of wine at the bottom of the barrel. your head starts to spin over how soft his lips are. the brush of his nose against yours only has you breathing him in, and he can’t help but want more. his breathing turns short, almost like a fire would start in his lungs, but he can’t imagine letting you go.

it’s a kiss out of desire. out of yearning. out of contentment.

you pull back, trying to catch your breath as you lean your forehead against his. an exchange of laughter leaves you two before you meet his eyes once more. they shine the same way you first met him. it’s funny how they resemble a piece of a place you hate, but it’s the one thing you can’t deny its beauty.

and maybe you’ll continue to dislike the beach for all the same reasons. all the times you found yourself uncomfortable from the heat and sand remind you of why you would never like going to the beach.

but this place is an exception. you’ll go to any place so long as jaehyun is there.

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[shysuccubusstuff]

itto's special days:

Content: Female reader (so female anatomy), size kink, heat, breeding kink.

Note: I'm still trying to learn how to write more gender neutral stuff but I always end up making it so difficult to imagine any other thing :(( I'm sorry for those that do not read this type of content! This is kinda messy, so any suggestions are abs valid! This is not revised so there may be grammar issues or simiar stuff :(

Itto is always so naive and innocent that it is no surprise that when you finally get enough courage to ask him out, he doesn't even think about it, quickly saying yes to your confession despite the surprised looks of the gang.

The first days are just the same as before you and him were partners, running around Inazuma having fun while avoiding that Itto got in trouble in any type of way. At first it was fun, at least you didn't have to endure that ankward phase during the first period of time when the couple has recently begin, but you desired for both of you to get some alone time, so you finally decided to talk it with the rest of the gang (except itto), they all quickly agreed, even apologizing for not being able to read the room, so they decided to give you a few days for you to spend time with him.

The next morning you woke up, losing no time to get to itto's home, he was still slept when you arrived, so you entered, he was still laying in bed, sheets tangled around his legs and body, mouth slightly open and messy hair pointing all directions. You let a small laugh out, he looked so cute and goofy at the same time, as if he had heared you, his body suddenly moved, the sheets allowing you to see his whole chest exposed, his muscles flexing as he moved, why was it getting kind of...perverted?

You decided to leave him be, going to buy a few ingredients to make him something to eat as some kind of loving act, but when you arrived everything went downhill...

Itto was in his bed still, but now he was completely awaken, body sweating buckets, hair sticking to his body, the sheets were laying on the floor and itto kept on moving in his bed, you quickly left the ingredients and sat close to him, putting your hands on his forehead, his temperature was so high that it was almost scary.

"Hey Itto, are you ok?" You asked, your voice a little shacky from the tense moment, he slowly turned, eyes foggy and dilatated pupils.

"Hey... oh uhm... yeah, just kinda... sick? I think I caugh something last night after throwing myself into the sea... not a good idea, I should have listened to you all" He chuckled a little, trying to turn around in the bed, the sheets were still tangled around his body, so he was unable to completely move. You got close to him, helping him to move around and acommodating the sheets so he had no trouble moving. He smiled softly, not talking as much as he did the rest of days.

"Compadre, you should not come here, it would be real bad if you got sick you know? I'm a strong oni, so of course I have no issue with some little cold--" Just as he said that, he almost faded, eyes completely unfocused and a lost expression.

"Itto, you're definitly not good by yourself, just wait a moment, I'll go buy some medicine!" You were about to leave the room, but he quickly grabbed you, his hand feeling extremely hot, his grip was strong, but he quickly weakened it as soon as he realized how much pressure he had made on your small wrist (at least compared to her big hand).

"Could you...stay with me? I mean, I think I'm feeling a lil' better since you came..." Itto's eyes looked almost like the ones of a puppy, big and teary eyes, you were perhaps way too enchanted with him to realize how Itto's marks (the ones that surrounded all of his body) were starting to get... larger? Their colour was changing to a darker tone of red, even his horns were a little bigger than usual. You allowed him to push you closer to him, perhaps way too close for what you were used to be. He let you stay there, maybe too far from him as he would like, but he was not as sick as to not realize how tense you were. So he tried to hide it, his raging erection hurting a little under the sheets, almost making him cry everytime his member made any type of contact against the fabric. He tried to hard to control himself, you had started to go out not long time ago, so of course he couldn't just jump on top of you, taking you right there and now! That was until you decided to get (way too) close to him, your hand caressing his forehead, your other hand supporting yourself on his chest, the clothes that you were wearing allowed him to catch a small glimpse of your chest, his mind getting even more foggy just from imagining how he wanted to take you from the hips and kiss that beautiful skin that was making him lose the little sanity he had left. So he just did, he suddenly moved, his big hands surrounding your hips, he took your whole body as if you were made of the lightest material and put you on top of him, his erection pushing against your butt, his hand running against your clothing.

"Hey... I'm so sorry baby, I... I think my uh... my oni nature is kind of awaking?... Grandma told me a little about it but I never paid too much attention cause... you know, I'm the great Itto, of course I was not going to fall for some dumb inherent thing, you know?... My...my mind is so dizzy right now, it's just like that time when the gang tried to celebrate by drinking so much sake..." He tried to speak, his words sometimes mumbled rather than spoken. You tried to pay attention to his words, you really tried, but the feeling of both his member against your lower half and how there was a lingering sweet smell surrounding the air made it so difficult, you were also starting to feel light-headed.

"Do you...do you think you can help me, baby? Please...I'll promise I'll control it better next time, but my...thing is hurting so bad, will you help me please? Pretty please, I'm sure your cute little womb can help me, yeah?" His fangs were bigger, somehow resembling more the ones that onis tended to have in paintings. You silently nodded, your body was in flames and your head was not that able to make cohesive sentences. Just as soon as he saw you nod, he quickly got on top of you, uncovering his completely naked body, his muscles were shiny from the sweat that was running down his whole body, he lost no time, his hands pulling from your clothes and somehow breaking all the clothes that were getting in the way of what he wanted so badly. There you were, under him, your body was completely naked, you tried to hide it a little, kind of ashamed as it was the first time that he had seen you completely naked, but he quickly took your hands, putting each on the sides of your head and kissing your lips, you were able to feel his raging erection on your stomach.

"I'm sorry... I don't think I'll be able to keep it any longer, but I promise it won't hurt, the oni heat is able to cause some kind of fake heat on normal humans..." Despite the whole situation, Itto was still as innocent as always, always caring about the people he loved and trying to avoid hurting them as much as possible. He positioned his length and slowly inserted, letting a deep groan when he finally put his whole thing inside of you, he was making you feel stuffed, almost making you cry from the overstimulation.

Without losing any more time, he took your body, letting your legs be wrapped around his torso and moving his hips as if he was only able to chase his own release, the whole bedroom was surrounded with dirty sounds, from moans to slaps that formed from the contact of your bodies. Your slick allowed him to move as fast as he wanted, his hands still intertwined with yours, his mind was completly lost at that point, only being able to hear small beggings and pleas from him "Baby... i love you so much... i love you i love you... let me fill you up... let me get that pretty pussy filled with my seed... i'll be such a good father... god, you're taking me so good... i'm sorry i'm sorry... i'm being so rough with you... but I don't think I would be able to stop even if I wanted..." You were able to feel how his member started to twitch, so you knew he was close to releasing himself, he suddenly moved you, he was still on top of you but you were somehow able to see his whole chest and face on top of you, your brain had turned into mush by the moment you were able to hear Itto babble something "Gonna cum, gonna make you a mommy... God you're so pretty... so pretty baby..." Just as soon as you felt his seed filling your womb, he kissed your neck, leaving bitting marks all over it and then kissing your lips, your body becoming limp as soon as he filled you, almost feeling as if your tummy had also been filled.

Just as you were about to fall asleep, he took you in between his arms, your bodies still sticky from all the "exercise" you both had done. "I uh...kinda went overboard there... I swear that as soon as I gain some strength in my legs i'll go running to get you something... I'm sorry for being so rough baby... My mind kind of... blacked out?" He peppered some kisses all over your face, cleaning some of the salive that fell from your lips during the whole thing. He put you on top of his chest, being able to hear his rapid heartbeat against your ear, making you quickly doze off.

[starry-bi-sky]

part five of "clone danny"

Danny returns home later that night with a dislocated shoulder from Skulker and his fair share of scrapes and bruises after facing off with a handful of ectoplasmic animal shades. (All of them stuffed inside his thermos with Skulker that he'll toss in the Zone tomorrow after school.)

He shoves his mask back into his pocket, and hides his bat in the bushes at the side of his house under his window, then rounds back around the front to go through the door.

...Mainly because if Bruce Wayne was still awake, it'd be suspicious if Danny made it home without ever using the front door. He sneaks back in, and slooowly starts closing the door.

"You're back late." Says a surly, young voice that startles Danny into slamming the door instead.

"Fucking--!" He cuts himself and breathes in slowly, trying to slow his elevated heart rate before looking over his shoulder to see who the hell scared him.

Glaring at him like an upset parent would, with eyes cutting like sea glass, is Wayne the Sequel... or perhaps he was the seventh sequel. Danny is silent for a moment. "...You're up early." He says, maybe a bit petulant. "Does your dad know you're up this late?"

"Father permitted me to stay up and wait for your return, actually." Damian sniffs, and if anyone could make 'scowling' into a vocal tone, Danny would have thought it'd be Sam. But Damian beat her to it.

Danny turns around slowly to face him, arms crossing. "Yeah, uh-huh." He nods slowly, "Like I'm gonna believe that. Do you normally sit in a random stranger's kitchen and interrogate them when they get home?" He tilts his head for good measure.

"No." Damian says. (He is, in fact, lying.) His eyes narrow at Danny as if he had committed a terrible crime by being in his presence. He looks down to Danny's hands. "Father said you left with a bat. Where is it?"

"I lost it." Danny replies, biting the inside of his lip to prevent himself from smiling.

"You... lost it?"

"Yup." He says blandly. "Whoops."

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Danny goes up to his room immediately after that and collapses on his mattress to pass out for the next three hours until his alarm goes off.

Much to Danny's luck, Bruce and his son are literally only there for a few days, and he spends as much time during it to avoid them like a plague (while also dealing with his dislocated shoulder, which should reliably heal in half the time thanks to his ectocontamination). Damian does whatever during the day since he doesn't go to Casper High.

Something to note as we get out of the 'fic'-y part of this post -- Daniel J. Fenton was, largely, the sexual awakening to many people in his grade in Casper High School, including many A-Listers. However he is still "Daniel Fenton" so many of his classmates will take that fact to their grave. And to their personal friend groups.

Does this have any impact going forward? Not really so far, no.

Dodging a Wayne-sized bullet doesn't mean that Danny can dodge the Wes-sized bullet, and finds himself nearly nose-to-nose with an irate Wes Weston who demands to know where he was last nice.

Of which Danny, not needing to drop his smartass comments in front of the guy who already knows his ID, responds by calling him a jealous ex and sidestepping him completely. following up with if Wes isn't careful, then Danny might just think that Wes has a crush on him

(Wes does, in fact, have a crush on Daniel J. Fenton. He will take this secret to his grave.)

Ellie shows up in his kitchen, sitting on the table with her legs crossed while chatting amiably with Bruce Wayne a few days later when Danny returns from school. When Danny asks how she got inside (the door is typically locked), Ellie smiles toothily and fangily, and happily tells him that she came in through the window. And that he needs to tell his parents to invest in locks. She has long hair the same length as him. It's like looking into a mirror, one he is welcome to see into.

It is endearingly Ellie-like to know that she all but broke into his house, and seeing his sister-clone-twin relieves some of his tension. Only a little though when Bruce Wayne was still in his house.

Normally he sits and talks for hours with Ellie. But instead he takes it to the stairs, telling Ellie that he'll be in his room when she's done talking to Mister Wayne. He is a stubborn ass who doesn't even bother to ask where Wayne the Sevquel is.

(He runs into Wayne a one or two more times the following nights. Wayne asks him where his bat is on the second night, his son says he lost it. Danny agrees with him, and Wayne asks with a touch of concern what he'll do if he comes across a ghost.)

(Danny shrugs and says he hasn't before. And comes back home with a bruise the size of a large cat on his hip and a couple more along his torso and legs. his knees hurt from rough jumps with poor landings. Damian is waiting when he gets home. They exchange a few barbs and Danny hightails it up to his room.)

(Danny's face is obscured by the lack of lights and the shadows in the corner. Its the only reason he feels even a modicum of comfort in exchanging a few words with Wayne.)

(Ellie is waiting outside for him the day she meets Wayne, and asks him if Wayne knows. Danny says he wouldn't be avoiding him if he did. Wayne probably wouldn't be as nice as he was now if he knew.)

("You don't know he won't be nice after finding out." Ellie points out while he's digging his bat out from the neighbor's bushes this time.)

("He's not me, Ell." He says, frowning. "We don't know that.")

(Ellie sighs sadly, and Danny feels a tinge of guilt. "You can tell him if you want," he offers, "you don't have to hold back on my behalf.")

("I want to tell him with you, though. C'mon, we're twins.")

(That night Danny avoids breaking his other arm after a run in with a large ecto-serpent. Ellie nearly rips out its tongue for it. She's more ghost-like than he is. Possessive and violent and very, very passionate. As if he wouldn't do the same if pressed.)

(Ellie gives Danny a piggyback ride home, the wind filtering through the grills of his mask and force-feeding him the taste of freedom. Damian is there while they sneak back in, stifling their laughter under the meat of their palms.)

(Danny may or may not have reached out and ruffled his hair in his joviality when he passed him by. Grinning painfully when Damian bats at his hand like a disgruntled kitten. His hair feels like feathers and the sensation sinks itself deep into Danny's star-in-the-sky sized core-obsession like a suggestion.)

(He might regret it in the morning. It will fade in time after the Waynes leave.)

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[6rookie-writer0110]

A song for the night

Azula x Earth Bender Reader (Gender—Neutral)

Request - Can I request Azula x Earthbender reader (romantically) where she teaches R about the Fire Nation's history, culture, and traditions?

You and Azula are dating in secret and have a secret hiding place. You arrive first and it's nighttime and you wait for your girlfriend. You and Azula meet in a cave and it's in the middle of the forest far from your village and hers. Late… You tried to start a fire but couldn't. Then Azula used small flames to make fire then you turned around and smiled at your girlfriend. You stand up then you hug her.

“I missed you” You smiled.

“I missed you too. I couldn't come days ago and see you because I had to train a lot” Azula said.

You and Azula start to kiss each other again.

Nobody can't know about the relationship, because Fire Benders and Earth Benders hate each other.

“I got this for you, Y/n. Hope you will like it” Azula said.

She watches you unwrap the box then you open it.

“What is it?” You asked.

“They are called Mooncakes. And it tastes really good. Go ahead and try it” Azula said.

You grabbed a mooncake. They are small dessert cakes filled with a sweet paste traditionally made with lotus seeds.

“Wow they taste so good,” You said.

You start to eat more then she grabs one.

“Glad, you like it,” Azula said.

“What are these symbols on the cakes?” You asked.

“Oh. Umm, do you really want to know?” Azula asked.

“Is it bad?” You asked.

“Ummm, the Fire Nation used mooncakes to send secret messages to attack The Earth Kingdom in 147 BC…” Azula said.

“Oh. Don't tell anyone I like the mooncakes” You whispered

“I won't tell anyone, I promise” Azula whispered

You and Azula sit down next to each other. You ask questions about the Fire Nation and she tells you everything.

“Mooncakes are popular during Bon festival,” Azula said.

“What is Bon festival?” You asked.

“Bon festival is when we use floating lanterns put into rivers, lakes, and seas in order to guide the spirits back into their world. We celebrate the loved ones we lost” Azula said.

“We do that too, but differently,” You said.

“What do you do?” Azula asked.

“We place their pictures next to a candle and put gifts around the picture frame, what of they used to like,” You said.

“Interesting,” Azula said.

While talking, she lies her head on your shoulder. You and Azula are holding hands and just talking to each other. Azula used to hate opening up to people because she thought it was a waste of time. But with you it's different, she can be herself without feeling judged.

✫ ✫ ✫ ✫

Again, you and Azula met at the cave. You two are always happy to see each other.

“Y/n, what happened to your eye?” Azula asked.

“I was training with Toph. Well, she was helping me train. We got carried away, we tried to stop each other’s attacks and I got hit in the eye” You said.

“I will help you train and you will be stronger than Toph and everyone else” Azula smiled.

First, she helps you with your stance. Next, she helps you to move faster and punch faster, etc.

After a while of training, you and Azula sit down and rest. She got more mooncakes and you start to eat it.

“Follow me” You smiled.

“Okay,” Azula said.

You and Azula leave the cave, now standing next to a tree. She watches you crave A+ __, the first letter of your name on the tree.

“This means, we are lovers and only we know about this” You smiled.

“I like it” Azula smiled.

She pulled your shirt then she kissed you on the lips.

“How do people show love of affection in the fire nation?” You asked.

“I’m not sure. I have never been in love. I did see people buy expensive gifts to show they are rich” Azula said.

“I don't care about your money, I care about you,” You said.

You put your arms around her and she did the same. She gently caresses your cheek then she starts to kiss you.

[daisynik7]

“How Do I Breathe” by Mario for Eren Yeager - Angst

How Do I Breathe

Pairing: Eren Jaeger x reader (gender-neutral)

Word Count: ~0.9k

cw: angst, mentions of anxiety, depression, and panic attacks, established relationship, hurt/comfort, modern day setting

Summary: Eren makes a big decision to move overseas to Marley for a new job, away from all his friends, his family, and worst of all, you. He realizes the hard way that this might have not been the best decision for him. 

Author’s Notes: Thanks for the request for the y2k karaoke party, anon! This song is sad, perfect for some Eren angst! I dug deep for this, pulling from some personal experience I had with my partner not too long ago. Hope you like it! Likes, reblogs, and/comments are always appreciated, thank you for reading!

Eren stares up the ceiling, lying in the bed of his tiny studio apartment. The faucet drips slowly; he must’ve not shut it off all the way, causing it to leak. Every now and again, police sirens blare past, fading in the distance to whatever routine crime is happening a couple blocks down. By two in the morning, college kids return from their late-night parties, slurring their words loudly in the hallway, slamming their doors shut without any care for their neighbors. It doesn’t matter though; regardless of the surrounding commotion, Eren can’t sleep. 

It takes him one month to realize the vast differences between Marley and Paradis. It’s one thing to read about it in books or magazines, it’s another to experience it personally. Here, everything moves in fast forward, constantly in motion, no time to stop and smell the roses. Sometimes, he doesn’t have time to think, always pressured to make a rash decision. Work is the same; people always on the go, hasty to make deadlines. It’s even worse because it’s dog-eat-dog, no sense of teamwork or community, everyone trying to compete with each other for that raise or promotion. 

Life on Paradis was simple. Small towns, tight knit communities, the type of place where everyone knows everyone and you were never alone. Eren spent nearly his entire childhood glamorizing the world beyond the sea. He stayed in Paradis throughout college and when a job opportunity came to relocate to Marley, he didn’t hesitate to take it. When he made that decision, you were nervous about doing long-distance. “It’s only an hour away by plane, two hours by boat!” he claimed, excited. How could you deny him of this? The dream he had since he was a little kid? So, despite your concerns about it, you agreed to stay together. 

Two months in, you start noticing changes in his demeanor. His voice on the phone becomes more docile. His face during video chats looks tired, dark circles under his eyes, gauntness in his cheeks, as if he hasn’t been sleeping well. No matter how hard you try to pry it out of him, he’ll never admit that he’s starting to feel depressed, desperate to cling onto this dream of his. A dream that has gradually turned into a nightmare. 

Four months in, unable to sleep, mind racing, he grabs his phone, dialing your number, praying that you answer. The air is thick, making it difficult to breath, throat tight and chest heavy. After three rings, you pick up, your voice concerned. “Eren? Are you okay?”

Tears stream down his face, breathing labored, barely able to talk. “No, I’m not,” he manages to say.

You sit up in your bed, fully awake now, giving him your full attention. “Sweetie, breathe, okay? Just breathe for me.”

He sniffles, choking on his spit, trying his best to calm down. His fingertips are tingling now, body cold and rigid, heart racing wildly. He’s convinced he’s about to die, here in this dinky apartment. Alone.

“Eren, breathe with me. Please. Listen to me and do it with me, okay?” You inhale deeply through your nose, exhale slowly out your mouth, loud enough for him to hear. It takes him a bit to collect himself, but when he does, he copies you, pausing only a few times to wipe his face on his blanket. 

“Good job, baby. You’re doing great,” you encourage him, listening to him carefully.                      

It continues like this for several minutes, until his breathing returns to a normal pace. Eventually, he murmurs, “I can’t do it anymore.”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t want to be here anymore. Away from family. My friends. You.” He swallows hard, sinking into pillows. “I’m miserable. It’s nothing like what I imagined.”

Your heart sinks, tempted to say whatever you can to bring him back, bring him home. But you don’t. Instead, you say, “Give it more time. You can make friends there.”

He snorts. “The people here don’t want friends. They want allies. People they can use. You know how much I hate that.”

You remain silent, listening to him, unsure what else to say. 

He continues, breathing normally now. “I thought this is what I wanted. To be free, to explore my horizons, all that cliché bullshit. I thought the other side of the sea would bring me joy. But here, I’m so lonely. I miss you so much.” He pauses for a beat, eventually adding, “This place sucks.”

You laugh at his crassness, tears welling in your eyes. “I miss you too, Eren. It’s lonely without you here. It doesn’t feel like home anymore.”

He smiles into the phone, warmth returning to his body, wishing he was with you. Wishing he could hug you and kiss you and cuddle with you until he falls asleep peacefully in your arms. “I’m sorry for being a selfish idiot. I should have never left.”

“You’re not a selfish idiot,” you assure him. “It’s good that you tried it out. And who knows, maybe in another universe, you would have really loved Marley.”

He scoffs, rolling his eyes at the ridiculous idea. “I think in all possible universes, I would still hate Marley.”

You giggle, glad to hear him back to his normal self. 

Six months after his move to Marley, Eren returns home, safe and sound. 

[arbiterlexultionis]

Instant Eternity

Time travel involving the infinite realms is truly a bizarre thing. Sometimes it follow one set of rules, and sometimes that set of rules may as well not exist. Usually, however, it works in one of two ways, the first is when the time travel is achieved through artificial means such as clockworks portals and allows for the altering of the timeline as one would expect time travel would allow. The other type of time travel is through natural means, portals usually, and it’s just that, Natural. That portal to the past opened up in the past the same moment it did in the present. If you step into the portal in the year 2000 then you already stepped out of the portal hundreds of years ago. It’s A Thing That Already Happened. Danny himself experienced this, as while chasing Vlad through time they fought in the middle of a Roman coliseum and, whoopsy daisy, set a really big fire. A fire which Danny had learned about years before he even had his accident.

So, the infimap can take the user anywhere, anywhen. And the infimap is just that, a map. It doesn’t make new roads, it just drags you across already existing paths. So it is a natural form of time travel, if you use it to go in time to kill your grandfather in order to insure your never born your interference will result in your grandparents falling in love and your birth.

Danny realizes that anytime he needs to heal from a battle or has gone 156 hours without sleeping or eating he can use the infimap to pop back to the past for a few days and then have the map bring back to the “Present”, exactly one second after he left. A three week vacation that lasted one second. At first he’s really wary about using this, worried about accelerated aging or getting lost in the time stream and a hundred other issues. At first.

It’s been months sense the accident. Sam and Tucker have both shot up several inches. Danny, on the other hand, hasn’t grown sense the accident. At all. They fought a ghost who could rapidly age opponents, a single slap turned Tucker into a decrepit old man. The ghost wrapped his hands around Danny’s throat and spent 5 minutes trying to strangle him while Danny bought time for Sam and Tucker to pull off the plan. The sucked him into the thermos, his influence on time ceased so Tucker returned to his proper state. “Jeez it sure is lucky he didn’t try and age me, right guys? Ha ha ha”. Danny gets blasted through a natural portal while making a trip through the zone and spends years trying to get home, not aging a day.

He can’t deny it after that, can’t ignore it. He’s immortal. He’s going to live forever. He’s going to watch his friends and family whither away and die out. He’s going to have to spend the rest of his life wandering from place to place trying not to get outed as the same 14 year old who save someone’s great great grandma 100 years ago.

After having his first middeath crisis, suddenly the only reasons he had to not spend years on end wandering the world and the past is gone, even if he loses the infimap, worst case scenario he’ll just take the long way home. Suddenly, he’s dreading the next 80 years of the “Present”. He decides that if he’s going to watch his friends and family grow old and frail he’s going to make sure it’s takes as long as it possibly could, from his perspective. By the time they’re 20 Danny’s gonna have 200 years under his belt.

He becomes a temporal tourist, hopping into the past every time the late night fights and schoolwork become to much. Spends years in every civilization imaginable, mastering every skill he can, leaving legends in his wake.

I feel like Danny and his adventures do have a lot of potential for story’s, as it’s a pretty good setup for having Danny in any type of time period or historical event for extended periods of time, fighting in the trenches of World War I, exploring the Americas during the era of colonialism, sailing the seas a swashbuckling vigilante pirate. I, however, have most of my related ideas being based around crossovers. So most of that will be in part two, so that people who like to filter out all that can still see this post.

[angstywaifu]

The Lost Sister - Part 34

Synopsis: Xaden is known as an only child due to his sister who 'died' during the Rebellion. Little do they know she didn't die and has been so close this entire time.

Garrick Tavis x OC (Ophelia Riorson)

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I stand in the mirror, admiring mine and Imogen’s handiwork. It had taken us all afternoon to do it but we had done it. It was odd looking in the mirror and seeing the girl that stood before me. The last time I had seen myself like this was back in Aretia. The day I had gone off with my father. Back then I was young, defenceless and scared. Now… Now I was a dragon rider. Ready to take on anything thrown my way. And yet the thought of facing Garrick like this scared me. No. It terrified me.

”He is going to lose it when he see’s you without the red hair.” She says with a smirk, running her fingers through the hair we had left out.

We had spent the last hour working my hair into a half up half down style, with the upper half tied up in a messy bun and the lower half styled in loose waves. For the dress uniform I had picked the high neck sleeveless option and the floor-length skirt with a slit up the thigh. I high neck bodice hugged everything perfectly, and the skirt showed just enough leg as I walked. Something I knew Garrick would go crazy over. I hadn’t seen him or Xaden since battle brief this afternoon. I’d barely seen any of the other marked ones except Imogen who had already agreed to help me. It wasn’t a day most of us wanted to celebrate. Who wants to celebrate the death of their parents? I didn’t have a choice. If I didn’t show up, Melgren would not be pleased. If I wanted to keep him off our backs, I had to go.

”That’s if I can find him. He’s been MIA all afternoon.” I say as I flatten out my skirt.

”You’ll find him. He’ll be looking for you.” She tells me with a smile.

I smile back at her in the mirror. To think at the start of my time here she’d been at my throat due to Garrick’s feelings towards me. Going toe to toe on that mat with each other. And here we we’re nearly a year later. I wouldn’t say we were best friends, but we were very close. And we had Garrick to thank for that ironically. She leaves me when we make our way into the hallway, the rest of our squad already making their way to the celebrations. As I make my way over I hear rushed footsteps and a slamming door behind me. Turning I see Liam rushing towards me and the group.

”You did not try to leave with out me!” He shouts as he runs forward through the crowd, our squad turning to face both of us.

All their eyes go wide when they see me. Gone was the bright red hair I had kept all year. Now replaced with my natural black. The exact same colour as Xaden’s. Liam seems to be the only one not shocked at my appearance as he catches up to me.

”Looking good O. Suits you.” He says with his usual charming smile as he winks at me. Shameless flirt.

”I was hoping you’d been given the night off.” Violet responds as we join her. “Don’t you look handsome.”

”I know.” Liam responds smugly as he straightens his sash over a midnight black doublet. “I’ve heard healer cadets have a thing for riders.”

”Hardly.” Rhiannon says with a laugh. “As often as they have to put us back together? I bet they’re more into scribes.”

Liam looks over to Violet as we descend the stairs into a sea of black riders. “And what are scribes into?” He asks.

”Usually other scribes. But I guess riders, in my fathers case.”

Liam and I share a look as if to say in her case as well, but she had more than proven she was no longer the scribe she had been trained to be. She was a rider now.

I tune out the rest of the squad as we walk towards the courtyard. As I look around I note that there are not other marked ones but Liam and I. No surprises there. But I knew I would have to account for Xaden’s absence. No doubt receiving questions now my true identity had been revealed. By the time we reach the courtyard, the celebrations are in full swing. The sea of black now blending with the pale blue, cream and navy blue uniforms of the other quadrants. There’s easily a thousand people spread throughout the courtyard. The other quadrants overwhelming the now small sea of black. Goes to show how few sign up to be a dragon rider, and how high our fatality rate is. I had to commend whoever did the decorating for the event. This wasn’t my first time attending. But every time it always surprised me how they could transform the outdoor courtyard into somewhat of a ballroom. Everyone scatters off as we enter, but I keep close to Liam and Violet. This was the only time I had felt like I needed a bodyguard since Xaden had suggested it. None of the people around us care about Violet. All eyes are on Liam and I. Eyes trailing over mine and Liam’s exposed relic’s, before landing on the name on my sash. Eyes widening as they take me in.

”I’m so sorry.” Violet says as she hooks her arm through Liam’s. Clearly also noticing the eyes staring at Liam and I.

Liam smiles and pats her hand. “There is absolutely nothing for you to be sorry about.”

”Nothing we’re not use to.” I add as I take my place on her other side.

She shakes her head. I can feel how apologetic she feels. How sorry she feels for Liam and I. But I have no time to focus on it as I lock eyes with Melgren. His cold piercing eyes locking me in place. The rest of the room fading to nothing as we just look at each other. I can tell from here how displeased he is. My change in hair colour a massive fuck you to him. I watch as he makes his way towards us. Shit.

”Go.” Violets hisses at Liam as Melgren falls into place next to King Tauri and Violet’s mother.

Shit.

”You’re Majesty.” We all murmur, before dropping into a bow.

”You’re mother tells me you’ve bonded with no one but two exceptional dragons.” King Tauri says to Violet as they stop in front of us.

”Yes, she is quite confident in your power.” Melgren adds, as he shifts his gaze to Violet.

I can’t help but sigh at the relief of being free from his stare.

”I would not say the same at this time. I’m still learning how to wield.” Violet answers perfectly. Her years of being the General’s daughter paying off. But I can tell she’s not wanting to give away too much of what she can do. Wanting to keep eyes off her. Just like me.

”Don’t be so modest daughter,” Her mother chides. “From what the professors say, they’ve only seen a gift this powerful a few times in the last decade, in Brennan and the Riorson boy and girl.”

Despite all of us keeping neutral faces at her words, I instantly feel the distain and annoyance from Liam and Violet at how she addresses Xaden and I.

”Ah yes, I’ve heard some excellent things about you as well.” King Tauri says happily, his attention now shifting to me. “Melgren here is quite proud of how his training turned out and the signet you now bare. Probably the rarest we’ve seen if I’m not mistaken.”

”So I’ve heard. I’ve been working with Professor Carr closely to figure out what I can do.” I tell him, as happily as I can.

”Yes, from what I’ve been told he has quite a few theories about your signet. You’ll be a great asset to our forces, even if only some of those are true. I can’t wait to see what you two girls will be able to do once fully trained.” He says proudly before his attention shifts to Liam. “And you’re gift?”

”Farsight, Your Majesty.” Liam responds with his usual charming smile.

Melgren’s eyes shift to Liam’s exposed relic before moving to his sash. “Mairi, as in Colonel Mairi’s son?”

He hides it in his voice, but I can feel distrust and wariness he now feels towards Liam. If only he knew how good of a person Liam was. Damn these rebellion marks on our skin.

”Yes, General. Though I was mostly brought up by Duke Lindell at Tirvainne.” Liam responds without missing a beat as he meets Melgren’s eyes.

King Tauri nods, impressed with Liam’s answer. “Yes, Duke Lindell is a good man, a loyal man.”

”I have him to thank for my fortitude, Majesty.” Another perfect answer. Just like me, Liam knew how to play this game. And well. No doubt something he picked up from his time with Xaden.

”Yes you do.” Melgren nods as his eyes scan the crowd. “Now tell me, where is that brother of yours? I do like to lay eyes on him at least once a year and make sure he’s not causing trouble.”

Before I can respond Violet jumps in, obviously not pleased with how her mother addressed us earlier. “No trouble. He’s our wingleader, actually. He saved my life when we were on the front lines at Monsterrat.”

I note how General Sorrengail glares at her daughters statement about my brother. “Their dragons are mated.” Her glare shifting to a chilling smile. “So she’s grown quite close to him out of necessity.”

Whatever helps you sleep at night Lilith.

”That’s excellent!.” King Tauri beams. “It’s good to have a Sorrengail on lookout for us. You’ll let us know if he decides to, oh I don’t know. Start another war?”

I pick up on the subtle hint of his words. Melgren’s signet didn’t work when more than three marked ones were together. Meaning while at the Quadrant, it was quite hard to him to forsee what was coming. They we’re banking on Violet to let them know. And Melgren was banking on me. But after tonight, I’m sure he realises that is a lost hope. My black hair now a sign of who I align with.

”I can assure you, he’s loyal.” Violet responds sternly.

”So where is he?” King Tauri now scanning the courtyard as well. “I asked that they all be here, all marked ones.”

”Xaden isn’t one for parties much like myself. You’ll probably find him hiding in the shadows around the edge.” I say smuggly, Violet and Liam having to stiffle their laughter over my use of Xaden’s signet.

”Oh, look! There’s Dain Aetos!” General Sorrengail says, motioning to somewhere behind us. Obviously wanting to end this conversation as much as we did. “He’d be so humbled if you said hello.”

And with that they leave the three of us to stand in complete silence, watching them leave. All our shoulders sag as we let out a breath I don’t think any of us realised we were holding. Even though we’re no longer the focus of their attention, I can’t help but watch Melgren and the company he keeps. He had been waiting for one of us to slip up. They all had. They obviously had suspicions Xaden was up to something. But clearly didn’t have solid proof. And they we’re looking for it. We we’re going to have to be careful from here on out. I can the crowd, looking for any hint of the others. But I knew it was futile. I had hoped maybe Garrick might make an appearance tonight, but I knew he wouldn’t. He would be with Xaden. This day wasn’t easy for either of us. But I never had the luxury of being able to hide from it. Every year Melgren made me be apart of this. Every year I had to pretend. Part of me wishes I could be where ever he was now.

”Has she tried to escape yet?” Dain asks Liam as he steps back from Violet. I hadn’t even noticed him arrive.

”Not yet, but the evening is young.” Liam replies.

Dain looks between Liam and I, noting the tense lines on our faces and had no doubt noticed me looking around the room. ”The staircase is about five feet to our right. I’ll distract while you all slip away.”

I start walking, leaving Violet to say thank you for us. We all rush back to the riders quadrant, all eager to get away from the celebrations behind us. Within seconds of being back in the riders quadrant I pick up on where he is. My mind already searching for his. Violet must have been searching for Xaden as soon as we got back as she quickly turns to Liam.

”Liam, you know I adore you, right?”

”Well, that’s nice-”

”Go away.” She says before walking through the courtyard, me following right behind her.

”What? I can’t just leave you out here by yourself.”

”She won’t be, she’s got me.” I tell him sternly.

”And no offense, but I can fry this entire place with a lightning bolt if I want to, and I need to see Xaden, so go.” She says with a pat to his arm before walking off.

Liam just shakes his head at us before retreating towards the dorms, leaving me to follow Violet. Garrick and Xaden must be in the same place. As I reach out I can feel him, but he’s not as close as Garrick, or Bodhi who I have also picked up on. And as we approach the hole in the wall that open up to the Parapet, I can see two figures leaning against the opening.

”You go ahead, I’ll be over in a minute.” I tell her as we near the entry to the parapet, noting the figures of Bodhi and Garrick leaning against the opening.

She furrows her eyes at me but nods. “He’s going to love it.” She says with a soft smile before walking over to them.

I watch as Bodhi and Garrick probably warn her to leave him alone. I knew Xaden, and if he had walked out there alone, he needed his time alone. But I had faith she would be what he needed tonight. He could deny it all he wanted, but I knew he had fallen for her. And there was no denying her feelings as she kicks off her shoes and takes her first steps onto the parapet. She had come a long way since the start of the year.

Bodhi is the first to move, pushing off the opening to walk back. He only makes it a few steps before he see’s me and stops dead in his tracks, eyes going wide as Garrick slams into him.

”What the hell Bodhi? Why did you-”

A little look at what our girl looks like now.

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