#like wow ....i really should have guessed sooner....

[vile-wizard]

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[surftrips]

luke x daughter of aphrodite!! maybe a super cute fluff where they help luke show percy around and just their experience with percy!

-🥽 anon

stop this prompt is soo cute ! thanks for sending it in <3

"You okay?" Luke asked the newest camper in his cabin.

"Super."

"We all have them, you know." Luke clicked his tongue. "Intense, recurring nightmares. That's normal here. For the first time in your life, you're just like everyone else."

"So are you also... Do you not know who your..." the blonde boy began to ask.

"Am I unclaimed?" Luke shook his head. "No, Hermes is my father. That doesn't matter though, we're all on the same team here."

"Why is it okay they ignore some of us?"

"Spend too much time figuring out what the gods do whatever it is they do, you'll drive yourself crazy. Sooner you can stop worrying about that, the sooner you can enjoy what this place actually does offer."

"And what's that?"

Luke smiled, guiding Percy out the door to show him the rest of camp.

The two boys ran into Clarisse and the Ares kids first. Luke explained to Percy that the Ares kids were always confrontational and brutally honest, but he had nothing to worry about, as long as he was around.

"Come on, let's go figure out what you're good at."

After crossing off archery and metalworking, and dodging several near death experiences, they sat down for lunch.

"Is there a Greek god of disappointment?" Percy sighed.

"We're gonna find the thing you're good at, I know it," Luke reassured him. "We should try-"

Before he could finish his sentence, Luke's eyes lit up and a smile crossed his face, causing Percy to turn around.

A girl came over to Luke's side of the table and kissed the top of his head. "Hi, love."

Luke beamed, turning toward Percy. "Y/N, this is Percy, I'm giving him the tour. Percy, Y/N. She's in Aphrodite."

That much he could tell, Percy thought she was one of the most beautiful girls he had ever seen.

"Ah, bonjour! Comment ça va?" she asked him.

Percy looked confused, only recognizing the first part of the sentence. "Uhhh... hello?"

Y/N smiled softly, "Guess he's not in Aphrodite then. Any luck finding out your skill, Percy?"

"No, unforunately," Percy grumbled.

"Aw, don't worry. Soon enough you'll be like Luke here," she had moved to sit in his lap by now, one of his arms curled around her waist. "Did you know he's the best swordsman at camp?"

She looked at Luke proudly, Percy swore he saw hearts instead of pupils in her eyes.

"I think it's come up once or twice," Percy responded.

The Aphrodite girl smiled again, "Have you shown Percy the lake yet?" she asked Luke.

"No, not yet. Do you want to come with us?"

"You mean, do I want to show him the place where we met? Is that even a question?"

The trio finished up their food and headed back outside. Y/N led the way, her presence enough to clear a path in the group of campers idling outside. Luke and Percy followed a few feet behind her.

"So... how long have you two been...?" Percy asked shyly.

"Three years. Since we were 16," Luke responded. Though Percy had only known Luke for about a day at this point, he couldn't help but notice how Luke's entire demeanor had changed since Y/N's arrival.

"Oh, wow. That's a long time."

"I got really lucky."

"What do you mean?"

"Before I got here, I had nobody. I mean, there was Annabeth and Thalia, but they're like my sisters. Y/N was the one that showed me what love is."

"Is that what you meant earlier? About enjoying what this place has to offer?"

He smiled. "You might be surprised, Percy."

"Are you boys coming or not?" Y/N called back toward them.

"Yes, ma'am!" Luke yelled back, jogging up to where she was. They were almost at the lake by then.

"So, Percy, anyone at camp catch your eye yet?" Y/N asked, her hand wrapped around Luke's arm.

"Babe, he just got here." Luke said.

"So? I knew I liked you the second we met."

Luke blushed, caught off guard by her sincerity. That was one thing he wasn't sure he would ever get over, her ability to express her emotions so unabashedly. It was something he still struggled with from time to time, but for her, he would let down all of his walls.

"I wouldn't say I have a crush on her or anything- she kinda just scares me but she did catch my attention," Percy interrupted Luke's thoughts.

"What's her name?" Y/N asked.

"Annabeth, I think."

Y/N nodded knowingly, looking over at Luke. "Well, I guess we'll just see if anything special blooms there. Anyway, we're here!"

The sun was beginning to set over the horizon now, painting the sky in beautiful hues of purple and pink. A gentle breeze accompanied the three as they sat down by the water.

Y/N leaned against Luke's body, savoring the warmth he offered. He absent-mindedly twirled a piece of her hair.

"Three years ago, I was sitting right here, when I saw someone a few feet away from me. He was throwing rocks into the lake and disturbing my peace," Y/N began. "When I looked over to see who it was-"

"You saw the most gorgeous man you've ever laid your eyes on," Luke cut in.

"Hey!" Y/N playfulled smacked his shoulder. "I know you've heard this story one hundred times but Percy hasn't yet."

"Yeah, I haven't yet!" Percy backed her up.

The two older campers laughed. "Thank you, Percy. Now, where was I? Oh, yes, I saw this boy with curly dark hair and soft brown eyes, and I thought that's him. He's the one. This was before I was claimed by Aphrodite, but I just had a feeling, you know?"

Percy nodded, even though he wasn't sure he had experienced that feeling yet.

"But anyway, this boy looked kind of sad, so I decided to sit next to him."

"I think that's why he was throwing rocks into the water," Percy broke in.

Y/N giggled and Luke nudged her shoulder to continue.

"You're right, Percy, I had the same thought. When I sat next to him, I sensed that he was annoyed."

"Okay, love, let me finish from here." Luke softly kissed her shoulder and she buried her head in the crook of his neck.

"I wasn't annoyed-" he clarified. "At least, not at you. I had just been claimed by my father, but I was still frustrated with the whole idea of gods having children and just ignoring them. Then, this angel sat next to me and for the first time, I felt seen."

Y/N looked up at her boyfriend, her face full of nothing but admiration. No matter how many times she heard this part of the story, she still couldn't believe how she got quite so lucky.

"Percy, our parents may never redeem themselves for their wrongdoings, but I thank the gods every day they sent me Y/N." With that, Luke gently placed his hand on her cheek and leaned in to kiss her.

"Hello! As lovely as this story is, still a minor here!" Percy waved his hand in front of their faces enthusiastically, causing all three of them to burst into laughter.

[ponderingmoonlight]

How JJK men act when you have insomnia (can't sleep)

Pairing: Gojo x fem!reader; Toge x fem!reader; Megumi x fem!reader (special thanks to @belovedvamp for that jaw-dropping gorgeous Megumi requests, like wow)

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: nightmares, angst to comfort in everyone, I would like to point out that Megumi is my favorite part and that I'm thinking about doing a Part 2, so if you're invested definetely let me know 😭not 100% proofread yet

Gojo Satoru

„Huh, why are you still awake babe? Aren’t you tired?”

Satoru takes in your gorgeous sight, how you lay curled up in your shared bed with your sleepy eyes darted towards him. God, why do you have to be so stunning, why does the selfish urge to keep you awake a little longer become almost unbearable for him when he knows exactly why you’re unable to sleep?

The mattress gives in under your boyfriend’s weight next to you, his hand gently caressing your head. You feel drunk, as if your body doesn’t function properly anymore. No wonder, after all you were awake for more than 30 hours by now, fighting and fighting to finally exorcise a bunch of special grade curses while Satoru was busy somewhere else.

But you’re scared to close your eyes again, to get confronted with the horrible things you’ve saw today. After each and every mission, your brain haunts you with awful nightmares, reminds you of all the death, all the injured, all the things you’ve lost.

No, you just can’t take it. You’d rather stay up a little longer in desperate hopes to be spared than risking to have another bad dream.

“I’m fine. Don’t worry about it”, you mumble into your heavy blanket, eyes drifting to the window.

It began to rain, heavy droplets pounding against the glass violently, thunder erupting in the dark sky. Carefully, Satoru lays down beside you, wrapping his strong arms around your waist.

“I know you’re lying”, he mutters against your sensitive neck.

“Is it because of your nightmares?”

You turn around to face him in utter surprise. When did you ever told him about those nightmares? You always kept them to yourself, suffered through them on your own. After all, Satoru is a very busy man who shouldn’t have to worry about something like a bad dream. Yes, it seems pretty ridiculous to whine about your nightmares when the strongest of them all is the one you’re talking to.

“Don’t worry about that, I’m fine”, you lie into his face, gifting him a small smile to convince him.

But your eyes don’t lie. They show nothing but terror and dread, nothing but fatigue and alertness at the same time. Suddenly Satoru’s heart feels heavy. He should have realized it sooner, the way you always go to sleep after him when you were out on a mission. Why did it never cross his mind that all of this might be too much for you? Maybe because you’re so damn strong, maybe because you make it look so damn easy every time, carrying the weight of all those missions so that his students don’t suffer.

“It makes no sense to lie to me. Why didn’t you tell me about it, babe? I’m sure Shoko might be able to help you-“

“There’s nothing anyone could do about this”, you interrupt him immediately.

“Trust me, I tried everything out there. I guess this is just how my brain tries to cope with all those things, the people dying and stuff…”

“But you don’t have to go through this alone. We’re a team, remember? Why don’t you wake me up whenever you feel upset? Why do you go to sleep after I’m already passed out? (y/n), don’t do this to yourself.”

Gently, he cups your cheek with his hand, forcing you to look up at him. Oh, how much you hate that familiar feeling. That feeling of being useless, of being weak. Are you really too frail to even sleep after a mission? Why aren’t you able to handle the things you see like the others, like Kento and Satoru? All that training, all that power just to cry in your sleep over the things that happened hours ago.

Truly pathetic.

“Do you really think you’re alone? Especially in the beginning, Kento was plagued by nightmares each and every night so much that he couldn’t even fall asleep. Suguru and I…it is always rough, remembering the faces of those you weren’t able to save. But don’t let them keep you awake, don’t think you have to simply endure this. I’m here each and every night to hold you, okay? I’m here, you’re not alone (y/n).”

Oh Satoru.

Without thinking twice, you turn around and intertwine your body with his, desperately trying to keep your composure. How do you even deserve a man like him? A man who seems goofy most of the time but hast the softest side, a man who cares more about everyone around him than himself.

Your boyfriend, the strongest with a heart of pure gold.

“I hate when they haunt me in my sleep”, you finally give in, hiding your face against his warm chest.

“I know, babe. Trust me, we all do.”

Ever so gently, he strokes your hair and back, embraces you in his very own warmth. Satoru feels like home, like the perfection you are chasing each and every day. What would you even do without his loving arms as your home? Where would you be without his constant support? All those nights he stood by your side, watched a awful romantic movie so you’d feel good again. The countless times he cooked your favourite meal for you, only to throw it away and order food afterwards. All those times he rushed to your side when you got injured, how he always manages to be right by your side when you wake up. And oh, how tender is touch feels against your skin, how his warmth embraces you with every inch of his body. He feels so good, so comforting…

Satoru watches with a small smile as your lids grow heavy and finally close, your breath leaving your mouth evenly.

“As long as I’m the one holding you, no nightmare in the world will dare to wake you up, babe”, he breathes against your ear, holding you tightly in his arms throughout the whole night.

Inumaki Toge

You stare at the full moon blankly, mind racing. How are you supposed to get out of this alive? Are you even strong enough to lead your very own mission without someone by your side? This will be the first time you’ll be completely on your own. Without Maki, without Panda, without Toge…You trained hard these last months, you know what you’re capable of. But still…

Is it enough?

“Kelp.”

His tender voice rips you out of your poisonous thoughts immediately, glossy eyes shooting up to take in his sight. Why does he have to look so delicate with the moonlight highlighting his features? Why does his mouth have to be so damn captivating?

Why is it so easy to fall hopelessly in love with Toge Inumaki?

“Sorry, I thought y’all were asleep”, you explain visibly uncomfortably.

How embarrassing, getting caught by your crush while silently crying into the night about a damn mission. A silent yawning escapes your lips before you can stop it, tired eyes covered by a curtain of tears. God, you are so tired.

“Salmon roe.”

Before you even comprehend what’s happening, the white-haired boy takes his hand into yours gently, staring at you so intensely that you forget how to breathe for a moment. It’s like he wants to tell you that everything will be alright, that you have nothing to worry about.

“I don’t think I can do this alone, Toge. I don’t think I’m strong enough to do this…”, you finally give in.

“Bonito flakes”, he immediately replies.

Without thinking twice, he takes out a small notepad and begins to write frantically. You know he always carries a writing block with him for time that require more than a few words, more than gestures are able to say.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself, you worked hard these last weeks. And you’re great! Just do as good as you always do, I’m counting on you, (y/n)! Please try to get some sleep now :)”

With every word you read your heart beats a little faster, with every word your grin grows a little wider. If he only knew how much his words truly mean to you…

“So you really think I can do it on my own?”, you question.

“Salmon!”

“Thank you, Toge”, you mutter touched.

You don’t know why, but suddenly your eyes start to burn in tears. Toge holds nothing but affection in his gaze, hand still resting on yours while squeezing it ever so slightly. He truly believes in you and your abilities, shows no doubt in your save return. Maybe…maybe you’re actually able to do this. Maybe you are indeed ready for your first solo mission.

Toge stands up again, signalling you with a gentle squeeze to stand up as well. You follow him through the dark hallways of Jujutsu High, right into the dorm you know so well.

“Tuna”, he whispers into the night before pressing you against his warm chest.

You feel as light as a feather, too stunned to speak by the way his arms feel wrapped around your body. He smells intoxicating, so good that you can’t help but sniff in and out. Is this really the first time Toge Inumaki hugged you for more than 10 seconds? It definitely is hard to let him go again.

“I believe in you, (y/n).”

Did he…Did he just speak?

“Toge…”, you breathe out, watching as his smile grows even wider.

With a last wave, he is gone in the darkness of the night, leaving you standing in the middle of your room on your own with your feelings scattered all over the place. Toge Inumaki just hugged you. No, Toge INumaki just spoke. He told you that he believes in you.

“How am I supposed to sleep now?”, you mumble to yourself.

Fushiguro Megumi

Your eyes snap open in an instant, ice cold sweat running down your face. Where are you? Is it over? You…

You breathe out. It was a nightmare. Again.

“Fuck”, you hiss to yourself while rubbing your aching head.

Why do you have to get haunted by these horrible nightmares, when will it finally stop? Even Gojo-sensei seems to be clueless about your condition, about what keeps you up each and every night.

But you know something that will help you to get through this night. Or rather someone.

Your bare feet stick to the wooden floor ever so slightly while you wander through the dark hallways on your way to his doorstep. Is he even awake? Maybe he won’t open the door at all.

Little do you know that Megumi sits in his bed with his eyes wide open, staring at the door knob in sheer excitement for your return into his arms. He knows it doesn’t mean much to you and at the beginning, it didn’t mean anything to him either. You just came into his room from time to time, searching for comfort in his hug to chase your nightmares away. And since you were friends, Megumi had nothing against stroking your head gently and wrapping his arms around you.

But something seems different now. Something about the sensation of you visiting him late at night sends shivers down his spine, your moonlit features let his heart hammer against his ribcage. It’s like he wants to hold you even closer, wants your breath to brush against his face. Why does it dawn to him how delicate your curves look and how soft your hair feels? There is no use in denying it, no sense in fighting against the obvious.

Megumi Fushiguro has fallen hopelessly in love with you.

The knocks against his wooden floor send him to his door straight away, opening it before you’re able to think twice.

“Oh, I didn’t knew you were still awake, Fushiguro”, you mutter into the darkness.

God, how much he hates the fact that you always call him by his last name. What would he give to hear his name out of your mouth once?

“What do you want here, (y/n)?”

His voice sounds harsher than anticipated while it takes all his strength to not swallow you in his arms immediately.

“I had a bad dream again…”

The vulnerable tone of your voice kills him from the inside. Without saying another word, he steps aside, allows you to enter his dorm without hesitation. You position yourself on the left side of his bed like you always do, hiding yourself in his already warm sheets. Without hesitation, he crawls back into his bed, inviting you into his arms with a long breath.

You smell as good as you always do. Why did it take him so long to realize that you smell absolutely intoxicating, that the mixture of your shampoo, body scent and perfume is addictive? Maybe he should tell you about the way he feels, finally confess how you make his heart beat out of his chest. But how would you react?

Would you…reject him? For all these years of knowing each other, you were never more than friends. Good buddies, pals, but not more than that. None of you ever crossed the line of plain cuddling each other to sleep. Not once did your lips brush over his, not once did your hands move further than his chest. Would you even love him back?

“Come on, you have to have a crush (y/n)! Is it Chris Pine, Tom Holland? Are you more into Korean guys?”, Nobara inquired over and over.

You just rolled your eyes with a playful grin, almost making Megumi fall out of his chair next to Yuji.

“I don’t have a crush on anyone. I’m perfectly fine by myself”, you insisted.

“I like tall woman with a big ass”, Yuji interrupted out of nowhere, gaining a punch in his face by Nobara.

That was it, the first time he noticed something strange. The way his heart suddenly grew heavier than metal, sunk into his chest, took his breath away. He was hurt by your words. Megumi Fushiguro was hurt by the stinging fact that you didn’t say his name like he secretly hoped for, that your eyes didn’t even flinch towards him for the split of a second.

“Hey, are you alright? Why did you tense up like that?”, you mutter against his chest while drawing circles onto his t-shirt with your delicate fingertip.

“Oh, it’s nothing for you to worry about”, he lies into this tender night.

He presses you against his own body a little tighter, watches how your eyes grow heavy with every passing minute that you listen to his steady heartbeat. This shouldn’t mean more to him than comforting an old friend, it shouldn’t make his heart flutter and palms sweaty. But the soft snores leaving your mouth sound oh so lovely, the way your eyes move behind closed lids makes his heart skip a beat. You have to be the most precious creature on this earth, so valuable that he never wants to let you go again.

Until he has in the morning. Until you return back into his arms when nightmares keep you up another night.

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[epicthemusicalstuff]

I CRYUNG I NEED SOMEONE TO SUM UP ALL ETM SONGS MY. MEMORY + ATTENTION SPAN IS SO BAD

Let’s speed run epic the musical so far!! (It’s under the cut cause even a summary is gonna take a bit for 35 songs-)

Horse and the Infant:

Giant horse- ATTACK! ZEUS?!?! What are you doing here? I have to kill a baby? But he’s just a little thing-

Just a Man:

This little boy reminds me of my son. Is killing him the morally correct thing to do? Yeet.

Full Speed Ahead:

Let’s introduce our main cast! Wow! Polites- Eurylochus- Odysseus! BFFs forever! We’re hungry- let’s go to this island and look for food!

Open Arms:

Wow Odysseus, you are looking hella tense, maybe you should try being nice and not so mistrustful. Look at these little creatures eating lotus fruit- wow this fruit is bad for you- let’s go to this cave to find food!

Warrior of the Mind:

Athena and Odysseus back story. Odysseus, your actions aren’t very Warrior of the Mind coded. Don’t disappoint me.

Polyphemus:

Let’s kill these Sheep!! NOOO! Scary Cyclops, we killed his sheep, now he will kill us.

Survive:

HES GOT A CLUB. He is killing us- NO POLITES. Oh, Polyphemus is asleep now cause he drank spiked wine.

Remember Them:

Odysseus tricks Polyphemus. They almost get away, and then he GIVES OUT HIS FULL NAME, JOB POSITION, ADRESS, AND SOCIAL SECURITY NUMBER.

My Goodbye:

Athena is disappointed and they have a big messy friend break up.

Storm:

There is a big storm. Wow! A floating island! Let’s go!

Luck Runs Out:

Captain, you keep taking risks and not thinking this through. What happens if your plans fail?

Keep Your Friends Close:

Hahahahahaha! Here is a bag of wind! Don’t open it! Oh- the winions told you to open it? No!! Penelope- I’m hallucinating! Darn- the bag is opened.

Ruthlessness:

You hurt my son. So now I’m gonna kill most of your men. What’s this- a daring escape? Well- I’ll get you sooner or later-

Puppeteer:

An island. Let’s explore! Oh no- scary lady, she turned us into pigs! Let’s run Captain! Or not I guess.

Wouldn’t You Like:

Hey kid, this scary lady could kill you. How about some magic drugs? Totally safe and all.

Done For:

We are evenly matched- big magic fight! Wow! The magic drugs Hermes gave you really are something. Are you trying to seduce me?

There Are Other Ways:

Wow, you really are trying to seduce me. Too bad- I have a wife I love. Wait- you’ll help us? THE UNDERWORLD WHAT?

The Underworld:

We are haunted by everyone we have lost- Polites- wait- MOM?!? I’m too late-

No Longer You:

This dead prophet should tell me what we want to know- wait- what no- this is actually terrible? We came to you for help but now you’re saying you can’t help us? WHO?!a

Monster:

Maybe Poseidon was onto something, and we do have to be ruthless. Welp, time to become the monster y’all.

Suffering:

Ooo, Penelope, I love you, but you know I’m too shy. I don’t want to get in the water-

Different Beast:

SURPRISE I KNEW YOU WERENY MY WIFE. I actually did become the monster, and now I’m going to kill all your friends you Siren!

Scylla:

This is the only way home. Eurylochus, what do you mean you opened the wind bag back in Keep Your Friends Close. Light six torches- oh no, a giant monster is eating our crew. Me and her are the same you know.

Mutiny:

Captain why did you do that? Fight fight fight! Oh no- Odysseus has been stabbed. I’m hungry, let’s eat cows. Oh no, they were a gods cows. We knew that but still ate them. Now Zeus is gonna kill us.

Thunders Bringer:

Zeus is here. You can live, or your crew can live. But like- Penelope. Sorry crew. Crew dies.

Legendary:

It’s me! Telemachus! I never knew my dad- I wish I could know my dad. All these suitors want to marry my mom. I wish I could fight them. DONT CALL MY MOTHER A TRAMP!

Little Wolf:

Fight Little Wolf Fight- we are going to beat you up just cause you were in the way. WOW. ATHENA?? What are you doing here- we haven’t seen you since the second saga! Ow.

We’ll Be Fine:

I’m going to help you cause I feel guilty about your dad. Bet. We are best friends now. Go find my dad.

Love In Paradise:

Rewind- Morning! You were asleep. I’m in love with you now. Ew back away I have a wife. You’re a goddess??? Oh no- now I’m really depressed. I’m haunted by the ghosts again- ATHENA!

God Games:

Zeus- father- release Odysseus. *lots of convincing Gods* NO, YOU DID WHAT I ASKED SO NOW IM MAD. LIGHTNING BOLT. Is she- dead?

I’m Not Sorry For Loving You:

Yes I kept you trapped against you power, but I loved you- why won’t you love me back? It’s not like you have a whole literally family waiting for you-

Dangerous:

HAHAHAHA. Hello old friend! Let’s do some cool dance moves as I tell you how you will get back home. Here is a wind bag 2.0! Let’s hope you don’t have issues with it this time!

Charybdis:

Another obstacle!! But I know how to beat you!! Woo! I see home- I’m almost there! WAIT NO! NOT AGAIN!

Get In The Water:

Poseidon! Please let me get home- I already told Siren Penelope, I don’t want to get in the water! Can’t we get along? No! Drowning-

Six Hundred Strike:

Use the wind bag! I’m out of the water! SIX HUNDRED STRIKE! You’re beat Poseidon- let me go home. What’s this? You won’t. TIME FOR VIOLENCE. Stab. Stab. Stab. Next to my WIFE.

[neighbourshouse]

Let's talk.

Tara Lewis x Y/N

Summary: A slip up of words ends up being pretty ok :)

Warnings: Fluff. Like two kisses and an implication of the nasty but that's it.

Authors note: Oh wow. Funny seeing you here. Yada yada, life gets busy, I don't post for a while, but here we are. So...

Anyway. I'm a HUGE Criminal Minds fan and have been rewatching as usual but DAMN. Aisha Tyler is fine shyt. I want her. No, I'm crazy. Been searching for good fanfics, and it's so lacklustre I actually made my own. Let me know what ya think, is this something I should continue if I remember to write and post?

This is so short, but just shut up and be happy you're fed something.

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She placed a soft kiss to your lips, slowly moving down your jaw to your neck. Warmth radiating from her body, you fell into a blissed lull. She can be so intoxicating you just-

“God, I love you.” 

It slipped out in a moan. 

So accidental but true to how you’ve been feeling. The two of you hadn’t discussed this stage of your relationship, but you knew your admiration for Tara had gone beyond just a “like.” 

You froze at your own words. Tara stopped her motions, looking up at you.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to- it just happened…ughhhh” You covered your face with your hands. 

Silence. Then Tara giggled. 

Glimpsing through the cracks of your fingers you could see her soft smile. 

“Baby. Maybe it’s time we have a chat.”

Heart thumping through your chest, you fear this is the end of something so good. Tara gently took your hands away from your face, revealing tear-brimmed eyes and rosy cheeks.

“Awwww bubs don’t cry. Please? Come on, let’s talk.”

Shifting from between your legs to sitting next to you, Tara held your hands in her own. She fiddled with your rings, gathering her thoughts before she spoke. 

“Y/n, I love you too… and way more than you know and I want that to change. I want you to know.”

Wiping your eyes you sit up to look at her better.

“I wish we talked about this sooner cause I think we both know how we feel is mutual-“

“How did you know that you loved me?” Your words came out in a whisper.

Tara blinked at the suddenness of your words, leaning against the headboard of the bed. 

“I was at work sitting at my desk, chatting with Emily…and you texted me. I guess my face says more than words sometimes and Emily asked if it was you.” A small smile began to form on her lips.

“I remember I nodded. And Emily said the funniest thing… ’The team’s noticed a difference in you. A good one….When can we meet her?’ Knowing they already loved you confirmed what I had felt for a while. I decided I wanted to love you forever.”

You crawled onto Tara’s lap, straddling her. Hands cupping her cheeks you placed the softest, feather-light kiss on her lips. 

“When did you get the first inkling you loved me though?”

“You with the questions hey-“ Tara giggled, making a smile spread across your face.

“It was our 5th date-“

“That was like a month into our relationship.”

“-I know, girl let me finish my story.”

You both laughed.

“We had just finished eating at that sushi place and you unbuttoned your pants.”

“That’s it? That’s when you got the first idea?” You couldn’t contain your laughter at how ridiculous that sounded.

“Well…I like a girl that can eat and you unbuttoning your pants was just the cherry on top.”

“Jeeeeeeezzzzz” you rolled your eyes.

“Ok, now how about you? When did you first realize you loved me?”

“Gosh, how cheesy are we? Um… I guess it was…I guess it was when you first introduced me to your team. You just glowed from happiness, and your pretty smile reached your ears.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. That or- actually… when you first kissed me. Yeah. That was when I first realized I love you. You introducing me to the team was when I first realized I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you.”

A quiet fell over the room. All you could do was gaze at each other.

“You want to spend the rest of your life with me?” Tara’s voice broke the hush.

“I mean…yeah. I couldn’t imagine not being with you. I’m happiest with you. Every time you’re gone on a case, all I can think about is when you get back and how happy I’ll be. Also, we are always together and I basically live with you.”

Tara ran her hands gently up and down your thighs. You glanced at the clock on the bedside table: 11:30 p.m. As you said, you basically lived with Tara- but unfortunately, you still had to go home sometimes.

Your hands fell to hers, picking them up and kissing the back of each.  

“I guess I should get-“

“Y/n I want you to move in with me.” 

“Oh- ok…are you sure?”

“Yes, I’ve never been more sure. I want to share my space with you. And have you in my bed every night.” She smirked.

“Well how could I deny that…you did say you liked a girl who can eat.”

Tara playfully smacked the side of your arm and rolled her eyes.

“Oh hush you. I just mean…I want to have that normal everyday life with you. Where I make you coffee in the morning before work and collect mail with your name on it. All that domestic shit ya know, like JJ and Will or Matt and Kristy.”

You flopped down onto the bed next to Tara, lying on your side to look into her big, beautiful brown eyes.

“…make me coffee every morning, hey?”

“Yeah.” Gosh, she could make you fold so easily.

“We could be like those guys. But no kids.” you bit your lip, smirking at the thought of waking up to her every day.

“Yeah, no kids. You and I are aunties.”

“Exactly.”

“So?…” Tara eyed you.

“Well obviously yes! We just confessed our love to each other and you think I would say no to you proposing that I get to sleep in your-or should I say our- bed every night next to you? It’s gonna be like having a sleepover everydayyyyyyyy!!!”

Tara laughed at you and your excitement.

“Yeah, every day is a sleepover.”

[jusst-you-race]

prompts:

charles and oscar PLSSS

and perhaps a max and lewis icy exchange due to some weird event that happened in 2021???

hi lovely! please enjoy both of these things!!!! a minor argument over a website page is no 2021 but hopefully you enjoy <3 for the ccc snippet prompts

Charles and Oscar

Charles Hey Oscar 

I have a slightly strange question 

Do you know someone named Arthur?

Oscar uhh yeah I do 

hang on 

Charles what’s your last name 

Charles Leclerc

Oscar OH 

Charles Yes oh 

Oscar wow how did we not put that together sooner 

that’s on me actually Arthur talked about you a lot 

Charles Arthur has told me about you too 

I guess we are both stupid 

Oscar that’s kind of embarrassing actually 

I hope he hasn’t said too much 

Charles Oh he’s said enough 

Oscar cool 

time to move out 

Charles 😂

Oscar actually do you still have that banana costume?

Charles Oh he did not

I will kill him 

Oscar wait do you think he knew?

Charles Knew?

Oscar that I was moving in to your apartment building 

I told him the address

he knows where you live right?

Charles Of course he knows where I live he has been here many times 

He definitely knew 

Oscar oh my god 

you know what I’m not even surprised 

Charles I am going to kill him

Enfoiré

Oscar can I join?

Charles Absolutely 

I will tell him I have replaced him with you actually 

He is no longer my little brother 

I have Oscar now 

Oscar I’m not sure he’ll find that the devastating blow you think it is 

Charles I will tell our maman 

She will be very disappointed in him 

Oscar ouch 

I approve of this plan 

Charles Actually 

Have you spoken to him about this yet?

Oscar nah not yet

Charles Do not tell him 

We shall pretend we still have not worked it out 

And see how long until he gets annoyed that we have not picked up on his hints 

Oscar you’re devious 

I’m in

Lewis and Max

Lewis Did you change my page on the website?

Max yes 

I was asked to change it 

to look more like the rest of the site 

Lewis And you couldn’t have asked for my input?

Max I didn’t know you would care 

Lewis Of course I care the fashion page is my page 

Max well you are not a website designer 

Lewis Neither are you

Max I can code well enough 

they just wanted it to match the rest of the site 

Lewis But I wanted it to look specifically like it was 

Max okay well why are you mad at me then 

this is not my problem 

Lewis Because you did it! 

Did you save my code?

Max no 

Lewis Max! What the fuck!

That took me weeks 

Max well then you should have of course saved it yourself

don’t blame me for your mistakes 

Lewis I didn’t think I’d need to save it because I didn’t think some kid would be coming in and making a mess of my page 

Max I’m not a fucking kid 

Lewis I can’t believe you wouldn’t just ask me

Max I thought they would have! 

I just was told to code and so I fucking code 

Lewis Surely it’s not your job to delete all my work 

Max you should have back ups 

not my fucking problem if you are stupid 

Lewis Wow thanks Max really mature of you 

Max you started it 

Lewis I think I’m entitled to be upset 

Max sure 

just not with me 

Lewis I thought we were friends 

Or at least on good terms 

Max I didn’t do it on purpose 

I don’t see why you are mad at me 

Lewis You’re impossible 

You could just say sorry 

Max I am not sorry

I was doing my job 

Lewis Right 

This is going nowhere 

Max because you will not listen 

Lewis I’m done 

Never do that shit again without talking to me

Max fine 

I won’t touch your stupid website page 

[bagely]

SOMETHING ABOUT... LOOKING AT ME.

When Philza entered the apartment, the first thing he noticed was how Missa apparently sleeping was in the living room next to a bunch of bottles of a Spanish drink that he could decipher from the smell was alcohol, but he couldn't tell exactly what it was by looking at it. Duolingo does not teach about types of alcohol, unfortunately.

Worry filled him as he approached the Mexican. “How much did you drink?” Philza said.

"Just one " Roier said entering the room. He looked almost as out of alignment as Missa. "It's pathetic how weak he is." He said, as he grabbed a blanket that was between the cushions and gently threw it over Missa's shoulders. "I'm going to bed. Take him to his room or don't. Do not make noise." He spoke, before leaving through his room.

A sigh escaped Philza's lips as he watched Missa. “Aren't you supposed to dislike drinking?”

He seemed to wake up suddenly. Missa wrinkled his nose in a grimace of disgust. “I don't like it." He stuck out his tongue, emphasizing his revulsion, before pursing his lips in a frown again. "all tastes horrible now.”

“Do you want candy?” philza asked. Moving closer to him, he touched his back and caressed it slowly circling it.

“I'm five years old?” replied Missa with slight annoyance, he was frowning. He moved to move away from philza's touch.

Perplexed, Philza withdrew his hand. “What's that have to do with anything?” He fumbled in his pocket, finding only a cherry-flavored lip balm. “Why were you drinking?”

Missa took the balm from Philza's hands and applied it generously to his lips, perhaps a bit too much. A shy look came into his eyes as he fixed his attention on the floor. “You think I'm cute?”

Philza held back a laugh that threatened to escape, adopting a serious countenance as he replied, “Yes, and more than that.”

Missa's eyes lit up, only to instantly moisten with restrained tears. “And why were you with that bald guy laughing all the time, and, uh.... And I was with you, I cut my hair...” He touched his hair with an anguished gesture. “And he has muscles and I don't... and I wanted to train and it didn't come out...” Tears began to well up, angry and sad. “And I was so fucking cute, really cute...and.... and I told Roier and his only solution is alcohol, because he's an pendejo, and Im worse because he convinced me..." Missa nose turned red as he wiped away his tears. it's just that I was so pretty and you didn't say it.”

Philza needed a moment to process the situation, not only because of Missa's hurried speech and tears, but also because of the unexpectedness of it all. It was both funny and tender to him.

“I see... I see,” he managed to finally say, holding back another laugh. “I'm sorry.”

“Don't laugh,” Missa spat, frowning and pinching Philza on the arm quickly.

“Ouch!” Philza complained, still fighting the urge to laugh.

“You're not feeling it right.”

Philza exhaled a sigh and, cautiously to avoid another pinch, gently took Missa's hands and kissed them. “Missa, I like you, and Fit is just a friend. I'm sorry I didn't pay more attention to you sooner.”

They melted into an embrace, somewhat awkward because they were sitting on the floor next to a table. In an attempt to get more comfortable, Missa sat between Philza's legs and snuggled against his chest.

Gently, Philza kissed Missa's tears as Missa closed his eyes, intending to fall asleep there.

“Am I irrational?” whispered Missa, without opening his eyes.

Philza smiled. “No more than me.” He touched the tip of his nose with a finger, laughing when Missa reacted by trying to bite him. “It's nice to see you jealous.”

“I'm not jealous...” Missa's eyes snapped open, his brow furrowing as he pulled away from Philza's embrace, though remaining close. “Just... I look handsome, don't I? No puedes apartar la vista ” He winked flirtatiously.

Philza felt himself blushing, thinking he should steer Missa away from the alcohol more diligently. “Wow, how did you guess?” he took a lock of Missa's hair between his fingers, gently brushing it away from his face.

“You're cuter,” Missa's eyes watered again. “Ugh and I'm restraining myself.”

Philza raised an eyebrow, confused. “What are you restraining, do you want to go to the bathroom, are you going to throw up?”

“No... I want to kiss you.”

“You can do it.”

“No, because it'll taste horrible and you're never going to want to kiss me again and.... and...”

Philza leaned back as Missa spoke, and then kissed him. He was somewhat right; His lips tasted like the cherry lipstick and something strange that must have been what he had drunk.

Philza broke away to look at him. and Missa seemed to have teary eyes. Missa brought his fingers to Philza's chin, touching it gently. "it's horrible?"

"I don't know." Philza said smiling. "Let me try more." He was still smiling and laughing as I "tested" Missa's theory.

"Didn't I tell you not to make noises with your cochinadas, cabrones?" Roier's voice scared them. "I have enough with Mariana and Slime."

"¿Puedes irte?" Missa, he asked although it sounded more like an order.

"No, si putas siganle, con confianza." speak sarcastically roier. But the two seemed to take it literally because they started kissing again. "Have roomies they said, it will be fun they said..." Roier began to speak, annoyed, entering his room and closing the door forcefully.

[cameronspecial]

Before The Last Petal Falls (Part 4)

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: Substance and Alcohol Use, Talk about Addiction, Swearing and Toxic Relationship Signs.

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 2.1K

Summary: Y/N takes the first steps to move on and she finds Rafe in a compromising position.

Masterlist

The Outer Banks isn’t famous for their food selection, so Y/N decides to take Cole to The Wreck. “This place doesn’t look like much, but a family friend owns the place so it’s good,” she promises to Cole, walking through the door he holds open for her. He nods and places his hand on the small of her back, “It’s okay. I like the mom-and-pop vibe of the place. It’s cute.” Kiara spots Y/N easily and squeals. “Y/N, I heard you are back! I’m a little offended that you didn’t come sooner,” Kie tackles her in a hug then spots Cole. “Oh, he’s cute. I approve. I’ll give you the back seat near the window. It’s the most romantic one.” She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively. Y/N laughs at the girl’s comments. The couple is led toward the table and he lets her sit on the booth side facing the front door. “The hostess here is very friendly. I like her,” he jokes as he settles into his seat. Y/N roars with laughter, “Yeah, that’s Kiara. We’re friends. She can get a little excitable.’ Cole chuckles with her. “So what should I eat?”

Y/N smiles at him and points on the menu to her favourite meal. “I love the po’ boys. I normally go for the oyster one, but the shrimp one is good too. Fun fact, these were only supposed to be a special item for the summer menu, but I begged Kiara’s parents, who own this place, to keep it on the menu and I guess I am a very good negotiator.” Cole looks over the choices and nods, “Ohh, that does sound like it would taste good. And you are a very good negotiator, I heard the story about how you negotiated with the people at one of your Canadian venues to have a poutine bar at the signing.”

“Wow, you heard about that? I did do that because who wouldn’t want a poutine bar at their first Canadian signing? The poutine was good in case you were wondering. One of the best decisions I made on the tour. Right after giving out free devil horns and angel wings at each venue. It was so fun seeing everyone wearing them in person and on social media. So how’s work going?” 

“I’m slowly making my way to the top. I would do even better if I could get a certain OBX native to sign on with us.”

“Oh, so that’s the real reason why you wanted this date. I see how it is.”

“I’m joking. I’m joking. You know that. It really is going well, though. The fact that they trusted me to scope out this place is a good sign.”

“So if they do open up an office here, would you be the one to come here?”

“Uh, yeah. I would probably be the one to do that. Have you ever thought about moving back home?”

“Uh, I love this place, but I don’t think my forever home is here. My whole life I’ve dreamed of living in London. Ever since I went to London with my mom when I was younger to check on the publishing of one of her books. It was absolutely magical and plus, I’m already setting up shop there a little more permanently with my bookstore.”

“Right, I heard about your bookstore. I hope I’m going to be on the guest list for the grand opening.”

“Of course, you’ll be first on my list. I promise.”

The rest of the date is spent joking and talking about various things. She honestly had such a good time with him that she forgot that their first date so many years ago was not a great start. It made her forget that she once couldn’t get the idea of Rafe outside of her head. Maybe it really is time for her to move on. 

——

Why she keeps letting Mason drag her to different places is beyond her. She doesn’t want to be at Kelce’s party right now. She hasn’t had a chance to see him yet since she came back but this is not how she imagines their reunion. “Y/N, I was beginning to think you didn’t want to see me,” Kelce yells over the music, giving her a big hug. Y/N returns the hug, “It’s good to see you too, Kelce. Nice party.” “You don’t really mean that, but it means a lot that you are here. Even if I know Mace brought you here.” Y/N shakes her head and lets Kelce get back to greeting other people. She moves towards the kitchen to get some snacks and something to sip on. Mason ran off to talk to friends, so she makes small talk with people she knew, who passed through the kitchen. 

With all the sipping she does, nature starts to eventually call and she makes her way to the upstairs bathroom in Kelce’s room. She knows only his closest friends would dare to go up there. She enters the closed bathroom without knocking because she wasn’t expecting anyone to be in the bathroom. However, she is surprised to see Rafe in there already. She is outraged at the activities she finds him doing up here all by himself. Rafe is leaning over the counter with his nose dangerously close to a white powder substance. He quickly bolts upright and uses the back of his hand to wipe the powder residue around his nose. “What the fuck are you doing?” she yells with anger. The last time she had seen him, he had given up weed because he knew how she felt about drugs. She couldn’t believe he escalated to something stronger.

When she found out about Mason smoking weed, she wasn’t thrilled, but she did research to find out that there was a low risk of drying from a weed overdose. It gave her some peace of mind, but she made both Mason and Rafe, once she found out he picked up the habit too, promise her that they wouldn’t try anything else. They agreed because they knew how terrified she was of losing some after she went to a funeral for one of her mother’s friends, who had died of an overdose. Even though they broke up, she could not believe that Rafe would go against the promise he made fifteen-year-old her. “This is none of your business, Y/L/N,” he spits out, moving in front of the counter, subconsciously, to hide the drugs from her. 

“Rafe, you broke your promise. You and Mason both promised me that you wouldn’t do anything other than weed.”

“Don’t worry, Mace isn’t doing this shit too. He doesn’t know that I’m doing it either. I just needed something to make me forget.” 

“Right now, he is the last thing I’m worried about. What could you possibly need to forget about so much?” Her anger turns to concern as she can see the pain hidden in his eyes. She may not like that he is now doing the drug, but she is slowly piecing the puzzle together. The steps she takes forward are small, as though she is approaching a fawn, because she fears he is going to run from her. He lets her place her hand onto his bicep as he looks at her with blown pupils. “Like you need to ask that question,” he grumbles, moving out of her reach. “No, I guess you don’t. But you aren’t allowed to come back after all these years and pretend like you care.”

“Rafe, I’m not pretending. I really am concerned about you.”

“Don’t lie to me. You don’t care about my feelings. Because if you did, you never would’ve come back. You never would’ve stopped talking to me. And you never would’ve broken up with me.”

She begins to feel frustrated and attacked in this conversation, which causes tears to fall down her cheek. “Really? I broke up with you because I care about you. I sacrificed my future with you because I cared for YOU!” 

Rafe shakes his head and lets out a low chuckle. “No, you sacrificed our love so you can stop feeling guilty.” He doesn’t say another word as he pushes off the counter he was leaning on and storms out of the room. Y/N sits on the toilet and lets her tears stream down her face. 

—— 

She couldn’t stay at the party any longer, so she called Cole and asked him if he could pick her up. He was there about thirty minutes later in a rental car. She gets in without a hitch and he immediately notices her sadness. “Are you okay?” Y/N gives him a tight-lipped smile, “Can we go somewhere else first, please?” Cole nods and starts the car. He takes her to a McDonald’s parking lot. She feels a pain in her chest at the memory of the last time she went to an OBX McDonald’s with a boy. “Thought you might be hungry, so how about I get us something to eat and then you can pour your heart out to me after?” he promises, getting out of the car and into the establishment.

A few minutes later, he jogs out of the restaurant with a bag and tray in his hand. He puts the paper bag on the dashboard and hands over a McFlurry first. She gives him a questioning look, “Dessert first?” “As I like to say, it all ends up in the same place, so why does it matter what you eat first,” he says with a massive grin on his face. Y/N giggles and digs into the frozen treat. She eats some more of her ice cream before talking, “Rafe is doing cocaine.”

“Rafe… as in your ex, that Rafe?”

“Yeah, I saw him doing it at the party and we got into an argument. He knows how I feel about drugs. I can’t believe he would turn towards it.” 

“I can. I mean, I don’t condone it but I can understand why. When I was doing my A-levels, my brother died and I turned to alcohol. I know the pull he feels towards anything that could make him forget,” he begins to explain. “It isn’t healthy how we choose to forget about our problems, but I know how much he must have been hurting to decide to use the drug. You have to understand that he isn’t doing it to hurt you though, he’s doing it because a part of him is hurting.”

She can see the vulnerability in Cole’s eyes and reaches over the centre console to give him a hug, “Thank you. It made me feel better, but I just can’t help but feel guilty about being the one to cause him the pain.”

“I know, but I also know that you didn’t mean to hurt him. Whatever reason you have for breaking up with him, you thought you were doing the right thing. And this may come off as a little selfish, but if you didn’t break up with him, then we wouldn’t be in this car right now. So I am very grateful for that,” he whispers, bringing his face closer to her. She smiles at him and closes the gap between them. 

——

Rafe had made the poor choice of driving while he was high; all he was focused on was getting back home and away from her sad expression. His family was away for the weekend, so it was only Blythe waiting for him to get back. He enters the house with a loud bang coming from the front door. He stays at the front entrance and paces around the room. His hands run through his hair, tugging at the end of the strands. Blythe comes down the stairs wearing just his t-shirt, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

“Baby, what’s wrong? Is everything okay?” she asks, walking over to him. He turns at her with angry eyes, “Everything is fine, Blythe.” She places her hand on his bicep and rubs it soothingly. “Really? You don’t seem to be.” 

Rafe harshly yanks his arm out of her touch, “I said that I’m fine, Blythe. Geez, why do you have to be so nosy all the time?” His words hold so much venom that she doesn’t miss it. She goes up the stairs and turns back towards him halfway up. “I can see you are hurting right now, but it is no excuse for you to take it out on me. Come find me when you are done being so angry.” With that, she continues back upstairs to their bedroom. Rafe lets out a scream and punches the door near the archway that leads to the family room. He stares at the hole his fist left and makes another one beside it. 

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[belit0]

Hello! I hope, you accept my request, although it sounds very strange. But can you maybe write about how Indra, Madara and Izuna react at seeing their lover crying in the bed after sex because they were too rough with them during sex and that they really hurt their lover? But their lover was too scared to tell them so they secretly cry. Can you maybe write how they will react to this and how they will try to make it up for their lover? I know it sounds very weird and it’s a pretty strange request, so you don’t have to do it. Love your blog btw!! It’s my favorite <333

Thank you so much for your beautiful words!! No request is weird or strange, this is a safe space for everyone to share their thoughts and ideas, so feel free to express yourself and ask for everything you want!

I'm a faithful believer about the Uchiha (all but Itachi) not having a fucking clue on how to communicate or talk things out in a grown-up way.

Some deal with it better (Madara), and others don't know what to do about it, consumed by their overwhelming feelings and unable to speak them aloud.

Indra

- What's wrong with her? It wasn't even that hard... was it? A little blood is normal... right? Yeah... it should be fine. If it turns him on it should turn her on too. Since when did (Y/N) become so weak? Should she not like his roughness and violence maybe she should have said so before, now Indra feels like an idiot and has no idea what to say about it. He won't sleep in bed with her tonight, but he'll stay thinking as long as it takes for the sun to rise over the horizon. It will take him days to touch her again, that will be his way of apologizing without genuinely saying it, but next time he will be softer about it.

- He will have no idea how to compensate her for it because he doesn't think it is necessary either. He understands the situation, but he feels insulted, and believes that if anyone should be compensated, it is him.

Madara

- Gasp. He first thinks he's hallucinating when hearing (Y/N)'s sobs, and struggles to find the source of the sound. When he realizes it's her, he forces her to look him in the eye and explain what's going on. It may not be easy to talk about it, but Madara needs to know, otherwise he won't be able to sleep. If she decides to explain, he will apologize profusely, and guiltily hug her while feeling bad for not noticing sooner. If she chooses not to talk, he will stay upset, thinking about what might have happened, trying to guess and getting grumpy in the process.

- He will leave flowers on her bedside table when she wakes up, and give her space throughout the day just in case, but he is ashamed to look her in the eyes after knowing he hurt her. The Uchiha can't bear to know he wounded those he loves.

Izuna

- Wow. I mean... what happened? Why the tears all of a sudden? If they had been fucking like this since they met... he thought she liked it? Of course Izuna feels guilty, but also deceived because (Y/N) never came clean about it. If she didn't like it, she should have told him so they could both find a middle ground, where they both enjoyed it on an equal basis. No need to put up with something she doesn't enjoy, or put him in the position of feeling guilty about it. The Uchiha will apologize, but he won't be able to talk about it because he doesn't know how to approach the subject. He will prefer to avoid contact in general, and if she does not decide to raise the issue, he will pretend nothing happened.

- He will not reward her, as he will ignore her until (Y/N) decides to confront him herself. Maybe it is selfish, but he feels like she has been lying to him, as though she was deceiving him since they met.

[call-mi-jinx]

Endless Love (Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw) - Chapter 4

summary - Y/N Y/L/N and Bradley Bradshaw have had a rivalry ever since they both attended the same academy. Every chance they took, they always tried to one up each other. One day, Bradley takes the rivalry too far and Y/N ends up in the hospital with serious injuries. Will it make Y/N want to get him back twice as worse? Or will it make her realise that this rivalry between them is childish?

warnings - swearing, enemies to lovers, mention of serious injury, traumatic episodes, reader traumatised from what happened, smut, slowburn, seizures, flashbacks

Main Masterlist Bradley ”Rooster” Bradshaw Masterlist Series Masterlist

a/n - hey girliessssssss! sorry that this one is kinda short but what i'm gonna do is just try and post a chapter every day so that u didn't have to wait so long! hope thas okayyyyyy xx

I'm still in the hospital. Which is very convenient. Note the sarcasm. I can't do much all day except go on my phone which got very boring after a bit.

But my friends visit me every now and then. Mostly Mav, Phoenix or my mate, Thomas, who moved with me to San Diego so that I wouldn't be fully alone. But he can't really visit as much because he's an accountant and his boss has made him work a lot of overtime.

Phoenix was currently visiting and telling me all about how Hangman was being a massive dick and him and Rooster nearly got in a fight about Rooster's dad.

"Yeah, he lunged for him! If the guys didn't hold him back Hangman would be waltzing about with the biggest black eye." It made my brows furrows and lift my lip in confusion.

"How did that make him so mad? Like me and Rooster always argue but he's never gotten that angry..." I was really confused, what the fuck did Hangman even say?

"I wasn't really listening to what they were saying, me and Bob were talking, not paying attention because we thought it was a normal argument they have." Wow... Maybe I should talk to Rooster, as if he's going to tell me though, he hates me. Phoenix checked the time on her watch.

"Right, I've gotta go... Training... I'll come back when I'm off duty?" I nod as I bid Phoenix goodbye.

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I've been on my phone for 4 hours since Phoenix left. I'm now addicted to Candy Crush, Subway Surfers and Episode. I'm in the middle of playing Subway Surfers when I heard a knock at the door. It was Dr. Hunterson. She's always been lovely to me.

"Hi Y/N, there's someone here to see you?" She said it as a question, basically asking me if I wanted to see them or not.

"Send them in, anything to cure this boredom." I chuckle out, Dr. Hunterson laughed as she closed the door. A few seconds later, someone walks through the door. I looked up at them.

It was my mum.

"Y/N! Oh my god! I would've come sooner had someone told me earlier!" She set her bag down on the floor next to the chair she then sat in.

I sat in silence, not even looking up from my phone. I couldn't talk to her, let alone look at her. I continued with Subway Surfers.

"Y/N? Why are you ignoring me? We haven't spoken to each other in 7 months!" She laughed as she spoke. I slammed my phone down on the bed and finally turned to look at her, I glared at her.

"Why the fuck did you lie to me about dad? Why couldn't you have just told me the truth?!" You could practically taste the venom in my tone. I was fucking seething.

My mum didn't utter a word. He mouth opening and closing as if she was trying to say something.

"What? Can't speak?" I was absolutely pissing incensed. Why the fuck would she lie to me for so long?

"I... I... I don't know what you want me to say?" She had a guilty smile on her face.

"I want you to tell me why the absolute fuck you would lie to me saying dad just didn't want to be in my life anymore when he stopped visiting me?! And guess what is the funniest thing? Dad told me himself! Yeah! He told me." Mum had tears streaming down her face.

"When you want to act like an adult, I'll talk to you then..." She grabbed her bag off the floor and left the room.

"Fuck you!" I shouted as she closed the door. When I want to act like an adult. Tsk. Fuck her. I am a fucking adult.

I'm just going to have a bleeding nap, cannot be bothered staying awake right now...

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I was woken up to yet another knock at my door. When I sat up and said come in, I saw Bradshaw.

"Just the person I wanted to see." I say sarcastically as I turn to face away from the door.

"Vandal, I just wanna say I am really sorry... I must have accidentally pressed something... I did not mean to take it this far... You may not accept it but I just want to say that I am really really sorry..." I turned to look at him and his face was filled with remorse.

I didn't like this look on Bradshaw. I wasn't used to it. At all. I'm a lot more comfortable with him having anger on his face while looking at me. He seems really guilty... Maybe I should forgive him, I mean... He does seem to actually regret it.

"It's okay Bradshaw... I've made that mistake before... Except... I actually killed the girl..." Bradshaw looked up at me with shock on his face.

"W-what?" He sat down in the chair next to the hospital bed, leaning forward.

"I may as well tell you... Me and this girl, Sox, we were doing a training exercise, but with actual missiles, trying to shoot a target..." I began to tear up. "As soon as I shot the missile at the target, Sox got in the way... Luckily I only shot the wing, but when she pressed the button to eject her seat..." Tears were streaming down my cheeks, I was trying to hold in sobs. "It didn't eject, so all she could do was wait till her jet crashed and hoped she would live. She didn't."

Bradshaw sat there, in shock, mouth agape. His face changed to a sympathetic expression.

"We were best friends, she was the first friend I made after moving here, to San Diego... Her family somehow forgave me, I can't even forgive myself. They said that it wasn't my fault. It was. I'm the reason she's dead. If I hadn't shot that missile, maybe she'd be here at Top Gun, and not me." I was borderline sobbing at this point. My body was shaking. My breath uneven. Eyes dead set on the plant pot in the corner of the room.

"Vandal, it is not your fault, you didn't know she was going to fly in front of the missile. You had no intention of hurting her. Don't blame yourself..." I immediately began to shake my head, disagreeing with him.

"No. No. It is my fault Bradshaw. I shot the missile. I am at fault. I killed her... If it wasn't for me, she would be alive. And I'm going to have to live with that. Until the day I die." I couldn't stop the crying now, even if I wanted to. I haven't talked about it since it happened. Not even to my therapist.

"Vandal, it's okay... I promise you, it wasn't your fault. From what you've told me it was a training exercise gone wrong... You are not at fault for anything…” His words were filled with reassurance, and coming from him, it actually meant something. Although it didn’t totally get the idea that it was my fault out my head, it put my mind at ease.

I gave Bradshaw a tight lipped smile as my eyes darted between his gaze and my bruised hands.

"About this... rivalry, that we have... Can we just call it quits?" Bradshaw finally spoke up after a while of silence. I looked at him with a smirk.

"What? Finally realised that I'm the best and you're second place?" Bradshaw laughed as he shook his head. He looked back up and has a smiled with his eyes.

"Absolutely not... I am never going to accept that sweetheart..." The nickname made my eyes widen. Sweetheart? He's called me that before but never in the tone he just used. It sounded almost, flirty? I don't know, could be nothing. That is Bradshaw's personality after all.

"Guess it's just really tiring, and..." I gesture to all my cuts and bruises on my body with a laugh. "This... but don't worry Bradshaw... won't hold it against you." I chuckle as Bradshaw leans back in his chair and does the same.

"Truce?" Bradshaw stuck his hand out. I took his hand and shook it with a tight smile. I wish it didn't take me almost dying for us to stop this. Maybe it was the only way? I'll never know.

[howlingday]

tragic backstory (tm) au) ozpin finally gets to show up merlin as the wizard mentor to a inspiring king who is also a symbol of hope. granted jaune has no real authority since the council does everything nor does he wish to take over but ozpin knows exactly what jaune needs.... no not actual training in the basics of combat to act a a foundation to his greater feats, that's rediculous! no he needs PHENOMENAL ACTING TALENT!!!!!!!

time for everyone's favorite cinnomin role to come back and help jaune decide on a persona and how to play it!

Original Cin-Cin

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Ozpin: How was your mission, Mr. Arc?

Jaune: Uh, great! Really great! Definitely didn't say or do anything wrong.

Ozpin: I'm glad to hear it, since Springtime's current headmaster is a dear friend of mine.

Jaune: O-Oh, really?

Ozpin: Yes. In fact, I was just in contact with him recently, and he said-

Jaune: (On the floor) I'm sorry! I didn't know that the microphone was on!

Ozpin: ...You caved much faster than I thought. Is that really how a king should present himself?

Jaune: Again with the king stuff? (Stands up) Sooner or later, people are going to figure out I'm not a king.

Ozpin: Indeed. Just someone who got extremely lucky and famous.

Jaune: More unlucky...

Ozpin: And infamous. As I recall, that was how you referred to yourself when being introduced.

Jaune: Huh? Oh, yeah. I guess I did do that.

Ozpin: Indeed you did, and it was enough to get people talking. To get people thinking. Everyone now knows who you are, or has at least heard of you.

Jaune: Yeah. And now my family's getting harassed every day and I can't do a thing about it.

Ozpin: Sadly, no. It is one of the many flaws of being famous, and infamous. But the people need leadership, Mr. Arc. As the adage goes, sometimes you have to fake it until you make it.

Jaune: What about after I make it?

Ozpin: Then you'll be on your own, in a way. You'll be in a position where your faking no longer applies, and you'll have friends you can rely on to help you however they can.

Jaune: So I just have to keep pretending I'm someone I'm not? Just this... fake king guy?

Ozpin: Well, if you'd like, I can assign you a... shall we say "outsourced tutor" to help you build your confidence?

Jaune: An outsourced tutor? What do you mean?

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Yang: You sure you don't want to come down and see Cin-Cin?

Blake: I'm sure. From what Jaune's told us, she's still nervous around Faunus, so I'd prefer to not do anything that would upset her while she's visiting.

Yang: Alright. I'll try to record as much as their sibling bonding as I can. Just for you.

Blake: (Smiles) Thank you.

Weiss: Ruby, what do you think? Blue earrings, yes or no?

Ruby: Wow... You're asking for my opinion?!

Weiss: Don't make me regret asking you.

Ruby: No, no! You can trust me! Um, uh, well, uh...

Nora: I dunno why you're so concerned about her. Doesn't she already not like you?

Weiss: Which is exactly why I'm trying to show her my better qualities!

Emerald: But wasn't one of the reasons she doesn't like you is how superficial you are?

Weiss: ...

Weiss: (Crouches in a corner) I just can't win, can I?

Ruby: Ah! B-Bestie!

Ren: Nora, are you upsetting Weiss again?

Nora: Maaaaaybe?

Mercury: Nice goin', Em. Brutal honesty wins again.

Emerald: Was it really that brutal? I was just asking a question.

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Jaune: So it's just the four of us, huh?

Yang: Almost like we're our own team, huh?

Ruby: What would we be called? R-Y-P-J? Rip J? Uh, R-P-Y-J, Rippage? R-J-Y... Uh, what was the other one?

Yang: P.

Pyrrha: ...Were you talking to me?

Yang: Nah, I was answering Ruby. Also, pretty bold of you to assume you'd be the leader, Rubes.

Ruby: Why not? I like being a team leader.

Jaune: That makes one of us. I was already barely scraping by as a team leader, and now I have an even bigger team to take care of.

Yang: He said, already months into his role as super leader of his own super harem team.

Ruby: Yang!

Yang: I'm kidding! ...Mostly.

Jaune: What are you- Oh! There she is! Cin-Cin! Over here!

Cin-Cin: ...Hi, Jaune.

Jaune: Hi.

Ruby: ...So, was the, uh, flight okay?

Cin-Cin: It was fine. Can we hurry up and go to the headmaster?

Jaune: Oh, uh, sure.

Cin-Cin: (Walks ahead)

Jaune: (Following behind)

Yang: Wow, she's...

Ruby: Kinda mean?

Pyrrha: Distant?

Yang: I was going to say, "she's not happy to be here," but I guess those work, too.

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Velvet: (Reading)

Fox: Hey, Velvet?

Velvet: Hm? What's up, Fox?

Fox: Uh, just wondering, but are you and Cardin... y'know?

Velvet: (Blushing) W-What do you mean?

Fox: Well, it's just, you and him are getting along and actually talking to each other, so I was wondering...

Velvet: We're just friends, Fox.

Fox: Oh, okay. Just friends. That's good. Good, good, good.

Velvet: ...Is there something wrong with us being friends?

Fox: No, no, it's great, but, uh...

Velvet: ...Did Yatsuhashi put you up to this?

Fox: ...No?

Velvet: Coco?

Coco: He did, Bun-Bun.

Velvet: (Sighs) Why is he so against me and Cardin being friends?

Coco: You mean besides the obvious?

Velvet: He's changed since his first year!

Coco: Which ended a few months ago.

Velvet: (Pouts)

Coco: (Sighs) Fox, could you give us the room, please? And tell Yats I wanna talk to him, too.

Fox: Sure. (Walks out)

Coco: Velvet, listen, I know you like the guy- And before you start, yes, I know it's more than just being friends, but you can't expect your closest friends, us, forget about all the crap him and his cronies put you through. The teasing, the ear-pulling, (Lowers glasses) the comments?

Velvet: I... I didn't forget, but...

Coco: We're all just worried about you, okay, Bun-Bun?

Velvet: ...Okay. But can I please stop having you all mother hen me?

Coco: Only if you stop making us worry. Oh, and don't forget our trip to the mall coming up this weekend.

Velvet: I won't.

Coco: Good. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got me a gentle giant to talk to.

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Cin-Cin: Again. Who are you?

Jaune: My name is Jaune Arc.

Cin-Cin: Who are you?

Jaune: My name is Jaune Arc. I am the new king of Vale.

Cin-Cin: Who?

Jaune: My name is Jaune Arc. I am the King of Vale. I am the hero of Mallet.

Cin-Cin: I don't know who you are, but you're not convincing anyone. Who are you?

Jaune: My name- Cin-Cin, do we have to-

Cin-Cin: Stop! If you want people to believe you, you have to believe it yourself. And if you want to believe it yourself, then you have to know what you're talking about. So who are you?

Jaune: Who am I? I'm Jaune Arc, the only son of the Arc family and the older brother of Cinnamon Arc. That's who I am.

Cin-Cin: (Turns away, Facepalms) I can't believe you said that with a straight face.

Jaune: (Thinking) Ugh, I probably sounded lame to her.

Cin-Cin: (Covering her cherry face, Thinking) He sounded so cool and confident!.

Pyrrha: Do you think it's going well?

Weiss: Hard to tell... Then again, this is Jaune we're talking about.

Pyrrha: What do you mean?

Weiss: Ever since we learned about his past, he's been adamant about denying it, and yet everything he does contradicts what he says. And that's not including the specifics on what he does.

Weiss: One evening, he's embarrassing the Schnee Dust Company, and the next day, he's besting the leader of the White Fang, only to then go on to lead an amalgamation of two huntsmen teams with no confidence, and emerge from the first joint mission with a massive internationally observed Grimm kill near single-handedly! Nothing about him makes any sense!

Pyrrha: Well, for as long as I've known Jaune, I've found the easiest answer is the most simple one.

Weiss: And that is?

Pyrrha: He's just Jaune being Jaune.

Weiss: Hm... (Looks to Ruby)

Ruby: You can do it, Jaune! Here, try this! (Pulls out paper crown) It's not real, but it'll get you in the right mind thing!

Weiss: I think... I know what you mean.

[cainluvr69]

"In this World Adrift with You" Cain SSR Card Story - If I Could Support You

thank you to @/cainharem on twitter for the story raws!

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Cain: Haaaah! <Gladius Procella>!

Monster: Ghaaaah!!

Cain: Whew… There, finally done…!

Akira: Cain…! Are you okay? You're not hurt, are you?

After glancing around to make sure the coast was clear, I ran to Cain's side. He'd been fighting a outbreak of tiger-like monsters, spawned by the Calamity's influence. Normally this many would've required multiple wizards to contain.

Akira: (We were just supposed to do the preliminary investigation today… I hadn't been expecting there to be so many of them already.)

Seeing the current state of things, though, Cain had decided to take it upon himself to contain the outbreak all on his own so that the nearby town wouldn't get attacked overnight.

Cain: I'm just fine. Maybe a few scratches, that's all.

Akira: Thank goodness… I'm so sorry I couldn't do anything but watch. …I wish I was a wizard. Then at the very least I could protect myself, if I was just stronger… (Cain having to protect me and put down the monsters at the same time is just too much of a burden to put on him… I could at least spare him part of that…)

I couldn't bear to look at him, and cast my eyes downwards. But then I felt a large hand on the top of my head.

Cain: Don't worry about it, Master Sage. This is that whole keeping the right person in the right place thing. I'm suited for combat, and you're suited for other things. So it's fine if you let me or other people suited for it do the fighting, or anything else you're not good with… And in exchange, if we need help with something you're good at, you can pay us back then. That's fine, right?

Akira: Cain…

Cain: Well, I'm just repeating what someone else told me! So I'm not expecting you to move mountains for me or anything.

Akira: …Thank you. That does make me feel a bit better. (Rely on someone else when you need to, and let them rely on you in return. It's a wonderful way of approaching things.)

I must've looked like I felt better too, because Cain pulled his broom out of thin air with a bright grin on his face.

Cain: Well, let's start getting ourselves back. The sooner we report back about what happened with the monsters, the better.

Akira: Of course…but are you sure you'll be fine? You did use a lot of magic in that fight, so maybe you should rest for a little…

All of a sudden, my stomach growled.

Akira: S-sorry for making such a weird sound! And right then, too…!

Cain: Ahaha! No, I'm feeling pretty hungry, too. Let's try to make it back in a single flight, no breaks!

Akira: You were moving around a lot… Okay then. But if you don't feel up to it, be sure to tell me, alright?

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Akira: (I've heard that if a wizard uses too much of their magic, it'll show in their flying, but…) (Cain really does look like he's okay, and his broom isn't shaking, so I guess things really must be fine. Thank goodness…)

I sighed in relief, and recalled what we'd been talking about earlier. I stared at his back--completely straight, his posture perfect.

Akira: By the way, Cain, who told you about repaying things like that? I think it's a really great way of looking at things.

Cain: Oh, that was--

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Cain: It was the two Central witch sisters who taught me that one.

Akira: Central witch sisters… Do you mean the former Central Sage's wizards?

Cain: Yeah, I told you a bit about them before. They were a really lively pair who loved looking after others. I mean, they took good care of me even though I didn't know jack about anything when it came to magic. That was something they told me when I apologized one time for being such a bother. I still remember exactly what they said. "No need to apologize, or even say thank you. Just be sure you're there to support the people who need it when it's your turn to do the supporting."

Akira: Wow… They sound like they were both very reliable.

Cain: Yeah. At the time, all I could think was about how grateful I was to them… I've grown a lot since then, and now that there's more of us living at the manor, I think I understand what they meant a little better now.

Akira: By what it means to…support others when it's your turn to support them?

Cain: Yeah. Back in the knights, I was used to keeping pace with everyone around me and keeping them moving. Maybe it's weird for me to be saying this about myself, but… It's good to have someone like when there's a bunch of free-spirited people all living together, right?

Akira: Ahaha, but you're right about that. I often find myself relying on you, Cain.

Cain: Haha, I'm honored. …But that's exactly why I've been thinking that this is what they meant. It's my turn, now.

Cain looked back at me, a sincere and reliable smile on his face. Something occurred to me, though, while I was thinking about what he'd just said.

Akira: (But… Cain already cares so much about everyone living in the manor.) (And he always tries to help as much as he can with missions like the one were covered today and things on the Central political front.) (Shouldering as much he does with a smile on his face can't be easy. Isn't there anything I can do for him…?)

Cain: Oh, I can see the manor! We're almost there, Master Sage.

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We landed in the central courtyard, Cain's motions as steady as they always were.

Cain: Alright…here we are. Good work today, Master Sage.

Akira: Same to you, Cain. You did so much today. Be sure to really rest up--

Cain: Yeah-- …oof.

Cain had started to nod his head when all of a sudden, his knees began to give out from underneath him and he slowly slumped to the ground. His mismatched eyes were unfocused, staring blankly into space. His broom fell from his hand, clattering onto the stonework.

Akira: Cain?! Are you okay?! …I-I need to find someone…!

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Cain: …mmn. …Where…? When did I fall asleep…? Is it morning? (I don't remember getting into bed… The last thing I remember is coming back to the manor with Akira…) (Oh, right. I was so relieved that I'd gotten them back to the manor safe and sound that my mind suddenly went blank…) …Man, I've really done it this time. I guess that's what happens when you overuse your magic. (I really didn't mean to overdo it. But I guess I just couldn't keep hold of the last bit of my magic.) …I'm still barely a wizard at all…

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Cain: (I can't remember what happened after we got back to the manor.) But I feel like I can remember someone taking care of me in the night…? …! (The door just opened. Who is it? They're trying to hide the sound of their steps, but they're not the steps of someone who does that often.) (…Ahh. This presence belongs to…)

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Akira: (Is Cain still asleep? Well, I'll just change out the towel on his forehead for right now…)

Cain: Is that you, Master Sage?

Akira: Wah! I'm so sorry, did I wake you up?

Cain: No, I woke up just a little bit before you came in. Is this towel… Were you the one taking care of me last night?

Akira: Ah, yes. Figaro examined you too, but since my room is right next to yours, I took of everything after that. But, um, are you feeling better? Do you hurt anywhere, or anything like that? I don't really know what the symptoms of magical exhaustion look like, so…if there's anything at all, please tell me.

Cain: I'm just fine now. My head still feels a little heavy, but that only needs a little more rest to take care of.

Akira: Thank goodness… (It's not like I've ever had magic to exhaust in the first place, so I didn't know what he was going through… I was so worried… But he doesn't look pale or exhausted, so that's a relief.)

Cain: Thanks for worrying about me. And sorry for troubling you.

Akira: (…Ah.)

His perfectly sincere apology and words of thanks made me remember what he'd told me about yesterday.

Akira: …You don't need to thank me, Cain. If I'm relying on you, then I need to be there for you to rely on me too, right? Right now, it's my turn to support you.

Cain: …! …Haha, that's right. I was the one who told you that, even.

Cain scratched his head a little, and then smiled at me.

Cain: But please let me thank you. You took care of me all night, after all.

Akira: Of course I did. I mean, I tried to play it cool by saying it's my turn to support you now, but this is nothing compared to everything you do for me…

Cain: Oh, don't say that. You've really helped me out, and I'm more than happy with that. …I'll probably push myself without realizing and make trouble for you again. So when I do, can you support me again, like you did this time?

Akira: …! Yes, of course!

Cain doesn't let anyone else see when he's weak or hurting, so him asking to rely on me made me very, very happy.

Akira: Just tell me whenever you need anything. I want to do what I can for you too, Cain!

Cain: Thank you. I'll be relying on you.

We smiled at each other, and then we bumped our fists against each other's. The warmth I felt from him was as warm as my happiness was at being able to rely on him, too.

Sub Episode: Cain and the Door to the Past

Akira: I've heard that a door you can see the past through appeared on Borda Island's beach. But, speaking of the past, there was a memory I'd keep coming back to to keep myself calm when I'd first arrived in this world and had no idea what was going on.

Cain: Huh? What memory?

Akira: An adult I trusted reading a book to me.

Cain: Cute! That does sound like something you'd hold onto. I'd love to meet your friends in your own world if I ever get the chance to, somehow.

Akira: I'd love that, too. You're a cool and gallant knight, so I bet everyone would be surprised to meet you, but happy, too.

Cain: Good to hear! So people love knights in your world too!

Akira: Do you have any memories like that too, Cain? Like, one that makes you feel calm and happy when you're stressed…

Cain: Me? Um, maybe I do, but…

Akira: You're blushing? That's unusual.

Cain: I mean, first you go calling me a cool and gallant knight, and now you're asking me about what memories make me happy…

Akira: Should I not have? You called me cute first, you know.

Cain: You don't mind being called cute, though. Meanwhile, you ask me a question that's the complete opposite of what a gallant knight is supposed to be all about. A memory that calms me down, huh. I can't say I've ever thought about it, but I can't say I don't have one. It just…sort of feels like I'm peeking into the most vulnerable part of myself. I'll do my best…

Akira: (Cute… Normally Cain's so gallant and fearless, willing to face whatever comes his way…) (So maybe he's not used to thinking about how to protect himself.) (Maybe you can't keep warm, soothing memories at the front of your mind if you're supposed to be on the front lines of the battlefield.)

Cain: …

Akira: (Oh… His face got all serious.)

Cain: …Ahh, I know… I've also got memories of my mom or my favorite hat from when I was little coming to mind, but… I guess the memory I'd pick to keep myself steady would be the day I was given my title as a knight. This country has seen so many legendary heroes over the course of its history, and I was chosen to be one of its proud knights. Whenever I found myself lost or scared, remembering the fact that I was someone worthy of being called a knight let me keep moving forward. That memory is one I still keep close, even now. Despite the fact that I've been completely stripped of my title as knight.

Akira: Cain…

Cain: Oh, don't look at me like that. I'm perfectly proud of who I am now, too--one of the Sage's wizards given the honor of protecting you, Akira. If you ever find you can't sleep, then I'll read to you in place of that acquaintance of yours.

[tayfabe75]

In the speech Matty did for the award show he went to recently he said that the music industry is a place where pimps, and thieves run free, and it made me think of the Robbers music video. In the music video they are thieves robbing a store, but also in the movie, true romance, that robbers is based on the whole plot is that the main character has to save a prostitute from her pimp. This also makes me think of the colored music video for sex where at the end after all their fun and shenanigans the girl gets arrested and is taken away, could this all be connected back to the fact that Taylor got signed to a record label much sooner than the band did, so she was technically “arrested”, something that the boys have stated many times they couldn’t get. Could this be why Taylor could no longer party or hangout with the boys if they ever did. Also in that music video the boy looks up at a Christmas tree and laughs and I always thought that was weird, which i know could just be him laughing at the irony of it being hot and Christmas where they are, but that also places the music video in the time of Christmas which reminds me of When We are Together when he says “Our first kiss was Christmas in the Walmart toy department”, and the fact that Taylor grew up on a Christmas tree farm. Another part of this is that the boy and the girl in the music video are both wearing homemade necklaces made of chord, one of which has a key on it (this connects to a vault track off of Red called “Run”), and recently matty has been wearing a long necklace that is made of chord and he keeps it hidden under his shirt and I haven’t seen a necklace like that anywhere but in that music video. I think that the thing that Matty and Taylor are trying to do is much more that just expose they’re relationship, I think that they have been trying to free Taylor from the music industry for a long time and that could have been their plan all along, I guess we will just have to wait and see.

Wow! Thanks for your analysis of all of this! That was a joy to read! I really loved the part about comparing the girl getting arrested to getting signed earlier. That's super interesting to me! Especially when we follow the thread of "thieves" to the 'I Can See You' music video, where we see a thief (all dressed in black) on a mission to break Taylor out of a vault. This thief has to pass through a neon box in order to reach her…

By the way - 'I Can See You' is just littered with Matty/The 1975 imagery, in my opinion - I made a little video to highlight what I mean, it also seems to parallel Fallingforyou, amongst others...

But, yes! The inexplicable Christmas Tree! That immediately reminded me of Taylor, too. Also interesting that The 1975 should choose an American actress/setting for the plot of this video. When "Slut!" first came out, it reminded me of this plotline, so I made a little fan video matching the scenes up with the lyrics:

It also reminded me of a female answer to the song 'Sex', right? Here you have the guy all torn up over this girl who is almost squandering their chemistry. In "Slut!" it's almost like we get our answer. She's suffering just as much as he is, but she's the one with the "boyfriend, anyway", and she'll have to endure the insults or the "reputation", not him - but that it might be worth it for once… Now might be a good time to remind that the original version of 'Sex' also included this lyric: "Gonna fuck me anyday", (as can be heard in the 2009 video of Matty busking the song with George!)

Speaking of 'Robbers', did you know Dakata Battcher (the lead guy in the 'Sex' music video) was supposed to play the lead in the 'Robbers' music video, as well? Matty ultimately took over the role. But that begs the question… is 'Robbers' possibly a continuation of 'Sex'?

And if we're gonna talk about 'Robbers', we might as well talk about its "sister video", 'I Knew You Were Trouble'! Because, well, we've got yet another connection not just to 'Red', but keys on chains:

Also, that shirt… it looks familiar! A lot like this one Taylor wore on her trip to London in 2009, as seen in her video entitled, "Whisper hello, I miss you quite terribly.":

But back to 'I Knew You Were Trouble'… did you know Taylor premiered the song as a single on October 8th, 2012, a song notable for lyrics:

"And the saddest fear comes creeping in, that you never loved me, or her, or anyone, or anything"

A few days later, on October 13th, 2012, Matty would tweet this cryptic message:

"listen darlin. i do love you. so terribly much"

Young Matty also shares a similar style to the romantic lead in IKYWT, plus he was a rave kid (he talked about it in his interview with Zane Lowe):

Of course, electronic music is a huge part of the rave scene, so it's interesting that Taylor became one of the first mainstream artists to incorporate dubstep into pop music with 'I Knew You Were Trouble'. Interestingly… the friendship bracelets Taylor's fans now trade at all the Eras shows? Also a long-established tradition in rave culture! (Greater YOYOK implications, perhaps?) And of course, here's the desert rave depicted in the IKYWT music video:

Anyway, I get it, it's all just a series of coincidences. So here's another fun one - Taylor wrote This Love a few days after Matty's cryptic tweet, on October 17th, 2012 - a song whose motif may or may not be purposefully threaded into the lyrics of the following songs:

Love Story: This love is difficult, but it's real Ours: The stakes are high, the water's rough, but this love is ours State of Grace: But this love is brave and wild This Love: These hands had to let it go free and this love came back to me Death by a Thousand Cuts: I look through the windows of this love False God: Still worship this love, even if it's a false god Afterglow: This ultraviolet morning light below tells me this love is worth the fight exile: Holdin' all this love out here in the hall

(And possibly Lavender Haze? Harder to say, but maybe: "I just need this love spiral")

As per your last point, that's exactly the same conclusion that I came to, as well! I don't want to get too into that theory right now (or maybe ever lol), but what I will say is… well, I'll actually just link you to one of my old tweets because you'll see exactly why I don't want to re-type what it says given the very unfortunate (and unrelated) series of very current events.

Thanks for the ask! I cannot begin to express what a delight it was to indulge in the potential story elements at play here.

[chaosofmanyfandoms]

Tuesdays | Jesper Fahey x GN Reader

There were some things big you loved about working for Kaz Brekker, like planning and executing risky heists, stealing jewels, money, or even once you had helped steal a really ugly hat.

And then there were the little things you liked about working for Kaz and with your bestfriends. Like staying up until the sun came up talking with your closest friends after a successful heist, or that one time you and Nina tried to bake together, and the kitchen was a disaster afterward.

All of those are great, but your absolute favorite thing about working for Kaz, was every single Tuesday night he would station you and Jesper to guard the door. Now, Tuesdays were typically uneventful, so you usually spent most of the night sitting side by side with your good friend, who you just so happened to have just about the biggest crush in.

One Tuesday night made everything change between the two of you.

The night was slow, just a few regulars and a handful of pigeons. So as usual for a Tuesday night, the two of you sat side by side infront of the door, chatting away.

"Do you think Kaz hates cats, or is he a cat kind of guy?" Jesper asked laughing.

"Oh, he's totally a secret cat lover." You say, making Jesper agree.

You continued the conversation by trying to guess which of your friends were dog or cat people. After a while, Jesper changed the subject.

"If I liked someone, how should I go about it?" He asked, looking over at you in a burst of confidence. He was definitely glad for how dark it was, so you couldn't see the faint blush on his cheeks.

"You've never had problems liking people before." You said with a teasing smile as you bumped your shoulder against his.

"But this person is different, I want to make sure they know that I really really like them. I would even say I love them. Not just for a fling, but they're someone I could easily see my forever with, and I don't know how to tell them that." Jesper said, now not being able to look at you. He just told you everything he's been wanting to tell you forever and, even though you didn't know that he was talking about you, he was nervous about what you would say.

"I say, you should tell them everything you just told me, Jes. If they don't love you back, then they're crazy, ok?" You said, sad that he loved someone that wasnt you so much, but you wanted to see him happy.

"Ok, yeah." Jesper said, turning to you.

"(Y/N), I love you, and I'm not going to repeat everything I already said because that was nerve wracking enough the first time. But I love you, and I would really love to kiss you right now, if that's okay?" He asked.

"Wait, you were talking about me?" You ask, knowing now that he was, but you wanted the confirmation.

"Yes, but if you don't-"

You cut him off by grabbing his face and kissing him, making him freeze for a moment before kissing back.

"Wow, that was as good as I had dreamed it would be." He said, looking a little dazed, grinning from ear to ear.

"Well, darling, now you don't have to dream about me anymore." You say, pecking him on the lips one more time before getting up as Kaz opened the door.

"We're closing, so you guys can come inside now. Get up Jesper." Kaz demanded, leaving the two of you.

"Come on, the sooner we help finish clean up the sooner we can go to bed." You said grinning at Jesper as you take his hand and help him up.

"You're bed or mine?" He jokes letting you lead him through the doorway and into the club.

"Whichever one you choose, now hurry up and get to work."

[bridgeportbritt]

Gianni's Residence | Del Sol Valley, Simerica

Gianni: Alright, be honest, Elle. How is mom doing really?

Ella sighs: She actually seems to be doing a lot better here. Honestly, I'm a little worried about going back home because she was an absolute wreck. I've never seen her look so... sad and hopeless.

Gianni: Jeez, that's rough. Whoever's idea it was to ship her off here was smart.

Ella: Why, thank you. It was mine. Figured family time would cheer her up and just getting away from the Palace, in general.

Gianni: This KBE shit sucks. They can't take that away from Mom!

Ella: It seems like they can and they will. I don't think Mom even wants to do anything about it.

Gianni: There must be something that can be done. Mom or Emmitt or somebody will come through.

Ella: Yeah, maybe.

Gianni: Well, how are you? Still dating that what's-his-face?

Ella annoyed: You know his name is Luka. And, yes, we're still dating.

Gianni: Yeah, yeah, whatever. How's you and Lucas?

Ella sighs: Fine, I guess.

Gianni: Hey, if you want me to spill about my love life, you gotta do the same... unless, there are details that I seriously don't want to hear. Please tell me there are no details.

Ella: Gianni, shut up! There are no details. We're fine. I just... I don't know. Luka is really into me and I do like him... but...

Gianni: You don't like him as much as he likes you.

Ella: Yeah.

Gianni laughs: Figures. I swear it's in our genes or something to attract those types. Must be a Wu thing.

Ella: But, it's not just that. There's kind of... someone else.

Gianni: Another one? Oh, Watcher! Wow, didn't take my little sister for a playa!

Ella: Ugh, seriously shut up! I'm not. They just both kind of happened to like me and... I don't know. The whole thing just makes me confused. Another reason I'd like to just stay here.

Gianni: Oh, stop worrying so much! You're young, you're a Wu, you're a freaking royal! You don't have to choose either of 'em if you don't want. In fact, I'd prefer it if you didn't.

Ella: Gee, thanks. So just be a spinster for the rest of my life. Great advice, Gianni.

Gianni: Relax. I'm just saying. Don't think you have to tie yourself down to anyone right now. You're graduating and going to college soon. The perfect time to do and be who you want. Make sense?

Ella: Yeah, I guess. Thanks, G... But, you're still the worst.

Gianni: Yeah, you too, Elle, you too.

Bria: We should probably get going. We've got a long flight ahead of us tonight.

Gianni: Aw, man. I'm going to miss you guys.

Bria: I'm sure we'll see you sooner rather than later.

Ella: Nah, later works for me.

Gianni: Okay, her I won't miss as much. You can take her.

Laughter

[sl-newsie]

Cool Your Jets- Ch. 11: Shame And Disgrace (Riff x newcomer)

I don’t know how much time has passed when I wake up, but when I open my eyes it’s still dark. I go to check the clock, but it ends in failure when Riff tugs me back.

“Don’t go. Please, Lynnie.” His eyes are still closed.

“What time is it then, Mr. Clingy?” I give him a raised brow.

Riff wraps his arms around my torso and snuggles his face against my stomach. “Time for you to lay back down and go back to sleep.”

I let out a frustrated groan. “Riff, that’s really sweet. But I think I should at least go check up on the Jets to make sure they haven’t torn up half the city by now.”

Now Riff gets a grave look on his face. “You can’t go there now. I won’t let ya. Not unless I go with you-”

He tries to stand up but is still shaking, so I grab his shoulders and gently lay him back down.

“No no, Riff. You’re still too weak to walk. You gotta stay here.”

Riff’s face houses a pained expression. “There’s Sharks ‘nd thugs run’n around and I don’t want you get’n hurt. A goil as pretty as you can’t go unnoticed in these streets.”

I think for a minute, then smirk. “Maybe, but I might have an idea…”

In ten minutes I’ve tucked in the bloodstained shirt and tied a belt around Riff’s jeans. His shoes won’t fit, but my black flats look plain enough. To keep my hair up I’ve slapped a cap on my head. When I step back into the room, Riff starts chuckle’n so hard that he has to clutch his sides in pain.

“Wow- I never woulda thought you could look so good in my shirt.” He wiggles an eyebrow. “Maybe I’ll let ya keep it.”

I scoff. “As much as I like the mobility of wear’n pants, I still prefer dresses. But one look at me like this and any guy’ll think twice ‘bout mess’n with me. Don’t worry, Riff- I’ll be back within the hour.”

“Here, take this too. For luck.” Riff leans in for one last kiss, and I feel him clasp a chain around my neck- his pendant. “Be back soon. Luv you, Marilyn.”

“I luv you too, Riff.”

Outside I find Josephina waiting with a concerned look.

“How’s he recuperating?”

“Much better. Thank you so much, for everything!” I give her a tight hug. “I’d stay longer, but I’ve got to go check on something. Don’t worry- I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

“You know he can’t stay here forever. Sooner or later the cops will come looking.”

Biting my lip, I begin to start towards the rear exit. “I know. I’ll be back soon, and then I’ll get him to a safer location. He just needs time to heal and regenerate blood before he’s strong enough to leave.”

“Hurry back, and good luck!” Josephina calls before I shut the door.

I try to think of where the Jets might be, and my foist guess is they’re hiding out at Doc’s. It feels like it takes no time at all to reach the drugstore, and when I see the sign lit up I know Valentina’s keeping the shop open late. But when I get closer there’s something wrong- Grazi and Velma are outside screaming and trying to pry open the closed door.

“Guys, guys! What’s wrong?”

“Marilyn? You’re still here? Thank God!”

“Wh- Why are you in Riff’s clothes?” Grazi seethes.

“So I wouldn’t be seen by crazies in the street, genius! And simmer down, Riff’s alive.”

Her face lights up with new-found hope. “Alive? Oh thank God! How?”

“I brought him to the emergency clinic. He’s alive, but barely.”

“Since Riff trusts you most, the Jets should respect you. Maybe you can talk to them!” Velma wheezes.

Grazi’s eyes are filled with horror and tears. “It’s Bernardo’s girl- Anita. She- she came to give Valentina a message, but now- Now the boys are…” She sobs and points to the window.

I peer inside and see the Jets all in a huddle around Anita, who’s try’n to get away. Immediately I know their intentions and start bang’n on the window, only to get no response.

“No!” I cry from behind the glass. I quickly dash to the back door and break the lock with a nearby metal scrap, then sprint to the front only to find Anita being shoved to the floor by the handsy Jets.

“ENOUGH!” I smash a glass against a metal chair, which gets the Jets’ attention. “Let. Her. Go! Before I poisonally tear you to shreds!”

Slowly but surely they do as I say, give’n me mixed looks of fear and anger.

“Marylin? Is that you?”

“Why’re ya wear’n Riff’s clothes?”

“So I could make it here in one piece without get’n soaked!” I walk over to Anita and glare at each and every Jet. “How could you? How could you possibly stoop this low? Raping a Puertro Rican girl? Riff always kept you in line, but this is so much worse.” I spit at their feet and go over to help Anita up, who’s shaking violently.

“Go, mi querida. Go stay with Maria and don’t come out until I come over. I won’t risk any more Jets hurting you. Don’t worry- I’ll handle them.”

She gives a stiff nod, tears streaming down her face. By now Valentina has run up from the basement.

“Traitor!” Anita seethes at the older woman. Then she turns to glare at the Jets. “You think I want to stay here? In a city full of rugged animals like you? No gracias. Tell Tony- you tell that murderer Maria ain’t coming. Chino, he found out about them. Tony and Maria. He shot her. Maria is dead. You tell him that.” 

Maria’s dead?! My hand flies over my mouth and I instantly find Anita’s hand to give it a squeeze. Meanwhile, the Jets have remained silent.

“Anita- I am so, so sorry. She was one of the foist people to make me feel welcomed here, and now… You should know that this wasn’t Tony’s fault, Anita. He luvs her, and she luved him.” I give the Jets a look of boiling rage.  “And everyone had to make a big deal out of it just because he used to be a Jet!” I turn back to Anita. “Go give my condolences to Bernardo.”

“What?!” The Jets cry out.

“Riff will be ashamed of what you’ve done,” I seethe.

“What?!”

“Yeah, Riff’s alive. And when I tell him about this he’s gonna be so disappointed. He might’ve been a prick at times, but he was still a great leader. And he deserves a much better gang than you! You all disgrace the Jet name, and if any of you have any dignity left, I suggest you disband this ridiculous gang and crawl deep into a dark, miserable hole so you can wallow in sorrow and guilt. As for Bernardo-” I look back at Anita. “All Tony ever wanted was to marry the goil he loves, and Bernardo was too stubborn to let his sister marry a white man. Tell him that Tony and Maria will be gone and married by tomorrow if I have anything to say about it!”

She frowns and gives me a pointed look. “Maria deserves a sturdy life- not one that’s in the hands of a Jet! Bernardo won’t like this.”

“It doesn’t matter. They’re in luv, that’s that. You can’t just stop luv because you don’t like it, Anita, so just ignore it and be happy for them.”

Without another word, Anita walks past the door while all the Jets hang their heads in shame.

Valentina gives them all scolding looks. “I know you. I know all your names since you’s was born. I watched you grow, and you have grown into rapists. You dishonor yourselves. You dishonor your dead.”

I go to follow Anita out the door, but Mouthpiece steps in front-a me.

“No, Mouthpiece. I will punch you square in the face if you don’t let me through! I thought you was better than this, but you’re just as vicious as the rest of them. Don’t ever speak to me again until you’ve come to terms with the shame you’ve bought on yourself, and the despicable things you’ve done.” With that I push past and march out the door, giving Grazi and Velma a look of victory. “Problem solved. Now I’ve gotta go.”

“Tell Riff I said hi,” Grazi requests. “And… I’m sorry for all the stuff I said earlier.”

I hold up a hand of truce. “No problem. After tonight, let’s all put this violence behind us and start over. I’m through with the Jets.”

I’m hoping Riff is too.