#so it's just a thing now and thats how we do it

[devotedsweetheart]

・❥ SAY IT AGAIN

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ rundown :: you find out caleb had been logging into your phone at random times of the day to keep track of who you were texting. frustrated, you call him to yell at him only to question what exactly he was doing on the other end.

WARNINGS :: NSFW! 18+ , phone sex , sub!caleb (per usual) , masturbation , cnc , use of y/n

a/n :: highkey got this idea from that one scene in twk when cardans kissing jude & telling her to say she hates him..🌝🌝

he had absolutely no right to be invading your personal space. absolutely none.

you were so fucking angry.

caleb was away on a trip with gran. usually, he would simply ask to check your phone, and you'd happily give it to him- knowing he means well. but with the shit he has been pulling, you're starting to question whether or not he really does trust you like he says he does.

you had found out that he was hacking into your phone because the device started acting awfully odd. opening apps you didnt click on, siri turning on without any context, letters on the keyboard being pressed when you never tapped on them in the first place. confused (and frankly a little scared), you took it to a professional to get it checked out. when he asked if anyone else had the password to your socials, thats when the realization dawned on you.

you felt so stupid. utterly dumb. but how were you supposed to know? you had told caleb about the issue multiple times and each occasion you mentioned it he would always say the same thing: "thats so weird, pips.. maybe you should go get it checked out or something." feigning complete innocence.

you had enough.

driving home as fast as you could, you barely reach the front door before you're calling him nonstop until he answers.

"hey pips! i missed yo-"

"you fucking liar."

there's a beat of silence at that. your breathing is heavy, going right into the mic- giving caleb an idea of what he's in for.

"um.. excuse me?" caleb manages, swallowing thickly. he knows exactly what you're going to yell at him for and he's praying to jesus christ himself that he can manipulate his way out of it.

"you know exactly what i'm talking about, don't try to play dumb. you've been going into my phone and looking through my shit. i thought you said you trusted me? what happened to that? i mean, seriously, caleb, i thought we had gotten over this." you say, voice pinched a bit higher than usual. you're pacing around the room in order to keep yourself calm, heart beating at a distressing rate as you don't like to argue with him.

"pips, i really don't know what you're talking about," he utters, licking his lips. "i know whats been going on with your phone has been messing you up, but you don't necessarily have to blame me for it. look, once i get back i'll help you figure out what's wrong with it just to prove that it's not me. deal?"

you can tell that he's trying his best to soften his tone to make his lie more believable, but you aren't gonna buy into it.

"no. no, caleb, just quit the act already. i'm so tired of this. i'll give you two choices," you say, sitting down on the couch; elbows on your knees. "either you stop with the whole hacking thing and we stay together, or i cut things off with you and we never talk again."

for a moment, there's nothing being said. pure silence. he's absolutely speechless on his end of the phone, mouth agape and eyes wide. every few seconds, he'd attempt to say something but nothing would come out- resulting in something that resembled a stutter.

"well? what's it gonna be?" you asked, becoming to grow impatient.

"y/n.." he whispered. "you.. you can't do that to me. i-.. i'm sorry for doing all that crap. i didn't do it because i don't trust you... it's other people that i don't trust. please believe me, baby. i can't stop doing it, it's just my way of keeping you safe."

aaaand now it's your turn to be shocked.

"are you fucking serious?" you yell, and you swear you can see the look on his face regardless if he's visible or not. eyebrows raised up, cheeks as red as roses, eyes backed up with tears. you know how much he hates being yelled at by you... but he deserves it. "you can't be serious. please tell me you're pulling some joke."

" baby, please. i-"

"enough. just quit it. i fucking hate you, caleb."

he swallows. no, practically gulps. he shouldnt be turned on by the sound of that. he really shouldnt. he knows he should be terrified by the threat of you leaving him... but the tent growing in his pants is getting undeniably uncomfortable that he just can't seem to care.

unzipping his jeans, he gently lays his back on his bed, being carefully quiet to ensure you don't hear.

"you're fucking insane and no matter how much i try to talk to you about it you never change. it is draining, caleb. you have absolutely no idea how fucked up you are."

he's nodding against his phone, murmuring small 'yeah's here and there to let you know that he's listening. what you aren't aware of is the fact that instead of really listening, he's actually moving his hand at an insane speed on his dick. it gets to the point that he can't even respond, the pleasure taking over. all he needs is for you to tell him how bad he is and how much you despise him for him to be able to go over the edge.

the fact that you don't even know whats going on keeps him going for even longer.

"...-is so frustrating, caleb! you don't even care for me and... wait, are you even listening? hellooo?" you shout, expecting an answer.

he picks up his phone from where it was sitting on his pillow and takes it off speaker phone to reply. "y-yes, baby? 'm sorry.. i'm, um, listening. keep talking." he responds, stuttering over his words.

you roll your eyes, thinking he simply just doesn't care. "my god, you're so fucking annoying. i hate you so much, y'know that?"

he nods hastily, even though you can't see it. "y-yes. say it again. please." the last word comes out broken as he was embarrassingly close to cumming.

you stop in your tracks, both eyebrows furrowed. "um..." you utter, confused at what he was playing at. "i... hate.. you..?"

"f-fuck!" he whisper-shouts, hips thrusting into his hand as he drops the device back onto where it was initially. he brings his previously free hand down to his cock to stroke the tip, twisting his wrists. biting his lip, hard enough to draw blood, he makes his best effort to keep little whimpers inside of his mouth. it works for the most part... but you already knew what was happening. he does it too many times for you to not know.

"caleb." you warn.

he doesn't answer, he can't answer, mind is too hazy from the force of his orgasm. he's practically like putty on his bed, half asleep and half awake.

"text me in the morning." you say before hanging up and throwing your phone on the bed.

he will not ever learn.

[alicentsgf]

I always thought it meant this in a way, that it represented them, but I think this is actually the formula for how.

Like Shauna and Lottie told us, there is no "it", it was always just them. So regardless of whether this symbol has some ritualistic or practical meaning within the actual story (such as being a map), I think more than anything this symbol was chosen to look like it does because it mirrors the positions on a soccer field. It represents them because thats what this story has always really been about. It represents the team they had before they (both literally and figuratively) cannablised themselves.

Soccer is a perfectly balanced sport. At the moment the starting whistle goes for the two teams on a soccer field you can halve that field any way you like and get 11 players placed evenly across 11 different positions, each side a mirror of the other. The Yellowjackets however have always been innately lacking balance. Because of what some of them were willing to do to Allie, as well as the other already visible fractures in the team, they were unbalanced before they even got on the plane. In that way they were already working against nature, against the "wilderness", because isnt nature all about balance? Ecosystems, food chains, and life cycles, everything has an ebb and flow. Every animal has its specialised role in its environment, just like the players in a soccer game.

I've spoken a lot on here about the major themes in this show and what it all might mean, but ultimately what it boils down to in my opinion is they should have listened to Nat from the start. They should have "played like a fucking team and won". It was the only thing that could have possibly saved them because regardless of some supernatural force or not, it wasn't the wilderness that killed anyone, it was them. They made it possible. Their constant ostracisation and rejection of each other. "Freezing out" Allie (figuratively) becomes "Freezing out" Jackie (literally). The way they repeatedly push out the "weak", the least useful, the easiest (gentlest) targets until all there is left to do is turn on each other instead. Fracturing completely. Now we see the teens in season 3 splitting into factions, making 3 or 4 seperate gameplans that end up conflicting in the worst possible way all because they couldn't trust one another. If they'd just worked as a team/communicated then Mari wouldnt have died. All of them killed her in the end, even Mari herself contributed.

It's like Lottie said to Mari right before she fell. Shes been here before, she could let it be different, but then it isnt. It happens again, and again, and again. Allie, Jackie, Javi, Ben; "You want to freeze her out?", "Jackie didn't say it", "He's not one of us", pushing them out one by one until the whole team is so unbalanced it fractures irreparably, reflected in the way the symbol appears in the fracture of Misty's glasses the night they hunt the outsiders - the night that marks the end of this symbiotic little society they've created, suddenly divided by a reminder of home. We see it in Misty's ostracisation right from the pilot, their inability to treat her as a teammate. Its the reason they're even stuck there in the first place. Misty being so desperate to hold onto her first taste of community and acceptance that she destroys the transponder. Them all isolating Shauna in her grief and guilt, othering Lottie in her illness, its all the same thing. Its what dooms them every time.

So many opportunities to make a different choice and they never do. They make the same mistake a hundred times over. Thats the essence of tragedy though, because of course it could be different, they could make a different choice, but they won't. They are who they are. Who they've always been.

"It never meant what you thought it meant," doesn't just apply to the necklace. All this time demonising and rejecting this symbol like they demonised and rejected each other, but it doesn't mean what they think. Thematically speaking it's not a curse, or a warning, its a representation of the only thing that could have saved them.

[ironrea]

you’ve been conditioned to not believe..

   … a rant

so i’ve been on vacation recently, specifically to the beach, and it got me thinking about a lot of things.. so as a child, i was always running to be in the water - like constantly-  and there was so much more wonder, hotels were bigger, places seemed nicer, i didn’t worry what people thought of me based on the swimsuit i was wearing, etc. i was just so happy to be there and there was no bad thought or anxiety that took that away from me, but today, i only got in the ocean once.. yes that’s it. little me would be horrified because she was constantly begging someone to swim with her and if they said no, she would stubbornly walk in the water by herself until she got yelled at because she was too little to be by herself. i genuinely laid down the entire time today and while there’s nothing wrong with that,  it made me realize how tired i am now and how all the adults when i was a kid also didn’t want to get up… to my younger self, it used to be such an adventure and such a big thing to me, and now, here i was, literally on a beach either sleeping or on my phone… things i could just be doing in my bed. and to me that was just so sad, you know? so anyway how does this relate to shifting, you ask? it made me think about how easy it is to believe things as a child but it becomes increasingly more difficult as we grow. because as we grow older, we soon grow out of imagination and say goodbye to a hundred percent optimism. we start to believe in the confines that are pushed on to us and submit to the conditions this awful reality has given us: wake up, school/work, eat, sleep, then die… and that’s why i think so many people find it hard to believe in shifting or the fact that they can shift. this reality’s ‘laws’ and (yes) the government have shaped our minds so much so to think that that’s all there is.. or at least tried to. as a shifter myself before i found it that was always my question “that’s it? that’s all i get to expierence? really?” but then i found shifting and i latched on, much like many of you did yourself. but so many people have given up or straight up opposed it because that’s “not the way we’re supposed to live!” but genuinely why would you listen to someone like that? so honestly brainwashed and empty? i mean i feel bad for these people sometimes because they will never experience anything like this. perhaps things could come close in this reality but… actually no. i don’t think anything comes close to shifting. we get to experience going into whatever shows and films we love most, we can meet characters people that we love, celebrities people we look up too, visit ANY period in time, become anything we’ve ever wanted to, go to places on our bucket list and even places that “only exists” in books and fairytales, and so much more. but so many fucking people won’t believe in it because we’ve literally been conditioned not to. i know i sound like a conspiracist and maybe that’s because im on the floor (again) with an awful sunburn, heat headache and had the urge out of nowhere to write this into my notes app but genuinely please just do NOT let other peoples limited beliefs affect you… i have more in my head but like idk,,, just can’t put them into words right now or i just straight up forget.. so thats it. for now.

[lucehe]

🎀Yuki's Birthday!🎀

And a little backstory I guess

Its a day just for her! Well, they still have to prepare for Reggie's birthday thats literally on the next day lamo everyone is panicking for preparing two birthdays

She got a lot of plushies, and put them all on the bed and cuddles them comfortably, like she used to do at home, being surrounded by the soft fabrics.

Yuki had a very cool dream after the birthday party. She became a big dragon! And destroyed the school! Well, she did feel a little guilty about it after waking up.

She wishes her mama can see how much she grew.

Bonus:

Yuki used to be surrounded by blessings and love, yet after the incident, she had the worst birthday in her life.

She doesn't understand why people starting hating her, maybe some kids didn't even know why they should dislike her.

She was confused that her teacher, who used to smile at her and call her a little sunshine, now ignoring her and saying bad things about her mommy.

Noone now comforts her when she tripped and hurt her knee, noone will ask to join her for lunch, noone will cuddle her now, only her mommy will try to protect her.

But mommy got sick recently, she is very very sad, crying when noone is watching, and Yuki was very worried.

She doesn't like it, but her daddy is a bad person.

Is she a bad person?

Is she going to hurt people too?

She doesn't want to hurt people, because she hates the pain.

So she asked Mr. Police to arrest her too, like how he arrested her daddy.

He just holds her hand and take her home.

Right.

She needs to stay with mommy, and she will make her feel better.

"We will make things better, I promised."

He said.

I was trying to write lore Im $hit

Thanks for the supports anyways!!!! 🌹🌹🌹

[lyrakanefanaticwriting]

hehe im actually glad i got this request bc ive been wanting to write a fic like this for a while!!

4 Kisses

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GRAYSON:

Grayson leaned over the bathroom faucet, splashing water onto his face. They were still in the break period of the game. The contestants were urged to relax.

But Grayson could in no way relax considering he had just kissed Lyra Kane.

The kiss was slow at first, her lips softer than they looked, before it became quicker with each brush of his lips on hers. And then, once it ended, Lyra had backed away, and the look on her face…

She looked like she had done something wrong. She looked regretful. And, when Grayson tried to ask her what was going on, she backed away from him.

“I can’t do this right now Grayson,” she had said. Grayson had taken her hand in his a moment before she ran off.

“Please talk to me.” he had said—no, almost begged. She looked at him, and he could tell that she was caught off guard, that she hadn’t expected to see her grief mirrored in his face so visibly. She squeezed her eyes shut.

“214-506-3301.” Was all she said. Grayson’s eyes widened once he realized the significance of those numbers. She let go of his hand gently, before backing away slowly. “Call me later. But right now… I just can’t, Grayson.”

So thats how Grayson ended up on the floor of the bathroom in his room, entering her number in his phone, labelling it “Lyra”. He knew by the words “call me later” that she wouldn’t be getting any sleep tonight, either. But Grayson wouldn’t take the risk of interrupting any hopes of sleep that Lyra might have tonight, because her rest is more important that Grayson’s closure. Her health always will be.

Staring at her number in his phone while wishing for a thousand things that he knew would never come true, Grayson finally willed his fingers to slide to his messages, and type a 3 digit number into the group chat with all his brothers; 911.

When his brothers had came, Grayson looked overall normal, aside from the tips of his hair that were wet and his tie that had gone slightly undone. The pain from Lyra’s silent rejection didn’t show on Grayson’s face, and he was grateful, for once, that he had learned at a young age to hide his emotions.

But his brothers noticed every little detail.

“Something wrong, Gray?” Nash asked. His tone wasn’t gentle, but instead sturdy, like a shoulder Grayson had to lean on. Grayson was going to tell them. He was going to tell them that he and Lyra kissed, and how Lyra responded to the kiss. But then he realized that telling them her response would lead to more questions, and he would never be able to forgive himself if he told Lyra’s horrible trauma regarding her father to his brothers when the situation was so complex. He paused, and Jameson took up the opportunity to speak.

“Really Nash? Gray over here hasn’t called a 911 in 2 years and all you have to say is “something wrong?”? Here’s a real question,” Jameson said, giving him a sly smile. “are you ready for what we have planned?” Grayson narrowed his eyes at him.

“What activities can we even participate in? It’s not like we can leave the island, and it might seem a little weird to the other contestants if they see us frolicking around on the island. Besides, there’s hardly any indoor activities that would please you.” Grayson stated curtly. Jameson’s smile widened.

“Whatever you say, Gray.” Jameson said in a sing-song tone. Xander had a matching grin on his face beside Jameson, and Grayson could tell that they had planned this 911 together.

Now, all Grayson could do was fear for his dignity.

Coating one of the hallways in soap and sliding down it in a plastic shed was not something Grayson expected to do today, but then again, he didn’t expect any of the activities planned.

And, once they were done, the age old Hawthorne game called Drink or Dare commenced. And, as it seemed, Grayson was losing terribly.

“Jameson,” Grayson started in an attempt to get Jameson back for all his dares, his voice the slightest bit off as he was getting tipsier, “I dare you to call Mrs. Laughlin and pretend you’re calling Avery.” Jameson snorted.

“That’s it? Wow, you’ve lost your touch Gray.” Jamie said, pulling out his phone. But his fingers lingered as he stared at Grayson with a raised brow. Grayson wasn’t done, and Jameson knew it. Grayson smiled as he continued.

“Pretend you’re calling Avery, except pretend you’re doing something over the phone that not even myself in this state will elaborate on.” Gray continued. Xander exploded into laughter, putting his hands over his ears and muttering “ew, ew, ew”, while Nash was chuckling. Jameson laughed too, but Grayson saw how his ears turned the slightest bit red as he immediately grabbed the shot glass in front of him, spilling its contents slightly as he drank the shot. Slamming the glass down, Jameson directed his focus onto Xander.

“Xander, I dare you to coat yourself in a bottle of shaving cream and run around the island.” Jameson said. Grayson let the slightest smile out as he watched Xander jackrabbit out of the room.

“And now,” Jameson said, twirling his empty shot glass, “we wait.”

Conversation and a few easier dares started up, before out the window they saw Xander with a shaving cream hat, shaving cream face, and shaving cream all over his chest and arms running around the island like a maniac. Grayson’s smile broadened, while Jameson was dying laughing and Nash had to fist a hand in his mouth to stop himself from doing so as well. 5 minutes later, Xander came back in.

“A lot of shaving cream flew off my perfect body, but I have to say, that was fun!” Xander said with a grin as he wiped shaving cream off his face. “Well, it was fun until I slipped.” Grayson snorted. Jameson leaned back in his chair.

“I’m getting bored of this game. How about we play Hawthorne truth or dare?” Jameson asked. Grayson raised a brow in intrigue. “Truth or dare. If you can’t answer a truth or complete a dare, you take a shot.” Grayson narrowed his eyes at Jameson.

“Where did you get all this alcohol from?” Grayson asked in suspicion. Jameson smirked.

“You really thought I’d come to Hawthorne Island without alcohol?” Jameson replied. Grayson snorted. Jameson had him there.

“My turn,” Nash started, his cowboy accent thicker as a result of him getting tipsier. “Jameson, truth or dare.” Jameson smirked.

“Dare. Who do you think I am?” Jameson replied. Nash smiled.

“I dare you to babysit Hannah and Sarah once the game ends.” Nash said simply. Jameson’s jaw dropped as Xander burst out laughing. Grayson couldn’t stop his small smile from broadening either. (Authors Note: i know nash’s kids probably weren’t even conceived yet, but for the sake of this fic, let’s pretend that they were, and that they’re about a couple months old or something)

“Are you serious? You can’t use dares to rope us into babysitting your kids!” Jameson exclaimed, while Nash, Xander, and even Grayson himself were laughing. But then Jameson rolled his eyes.

“But of course I will, I love those two.” Jameson said begrudgingly. Nash smirked.

“You better.” Nash told him. His tone wasn’t dangerous, but we weren’t stupid. Xander redirected his focus from Nash to Grayson. So far, Xander hadn’t taken a single shot, mainly because his hatred for shots had fuelled his dare abilities.

“Grayson, truth or dare!” Xander bellowed. Grayson raised a brow at him.

“Truth.” Grayson answered, after a moment’s consideration. Xander grinning cheekily.

“Where were you…” Xander started, his grin stretched across his face. “a couple of hours ago?” Grayson froze, but only for the slightest moment.

A couple of hours ago, he had been with Lyra. He had been kissing her, and for once, nothing felt wrong.

But for Lyra, he could tell that everything was wrong.

Grayson couldn’t tell his brothers the truth, that they had been kissing a couple of hours ago, because he couldn’t risk letting any information go about her running off. They would sniff a story out immediately, and Lyra’s father’s situation was not his story to tell.

He’d never forgive himself if he compromised any information about Lyra’s father to his brothers without Lyra’s okay.

Grayson spoke to stop the pain in his chest before it started.

“What do you mean?” Grayson asked, tip-toeing around the question. Jameson butted in.

“Where were you a couple of hours ago? It’s a pretty straightforward question.” Jameson prodded, a sly smile on his face and intrigue clear in his expressions. Grayson kept a straight face.

“I was walking around the island. I couldn’t sleep.” He said. Technically, Grayson wasn’t lying. He was walking around the island. He couldn’t sleep.

However, his reasons behind being wide awake, thinking, and walking around the island weren’t for personal purposes. They were for a certain tanned ballerina, who had been plaguing his mind for hours.

So… it technically wasn’t a lie.

Jameson opened his mouth, and Grayson could tell he was about to accuse him of lying, when Grayson received a phone call. He jolted upwards, thinking it would be Lyra, before checking his phone and not seeing her name on the screen, but an unknown number. With a raised brow and slightly deflated manner, Grayson stood up.

“Excuse me for one moment,” Grayson said, leaving the room before answering the call.

“Hello?” he said. There was silence. Grayson’s brow furrowed.

“Who is this?” he asked, to apparently nobody. The silence drew on for a few moments more, before the person on the other end of the phone hung up. Weird.

Grayson put his phone away with a sigh, before walking back into the room.

“Who was it?” Jameson asked, his expression full of intrigue as he wore a sly smile. Graysons brows furrowed.

“I don’t know. The person on the other end of the line didn’t say a word before hanging up.” Grayson said, his brain working through who it could be as he placed his phone face-up on the table. A person who got the wrong number?

“Maybe it’s a prank caller?” Xander offered. Grayson entertained the idea in his head, but seriously doubted it. Nash looked elsewhere as he spoke.

“Maybe it’s Eve.” Nash said. Grayson’s head whipped to his. He was about to speak, when Nash interrupted.

“We know she tried contacting you 2 years back. Is this why you called the 911? Has she been contacting you, and if so, have you been contacting her back?” Nash asked, his gaze steady as he looked at Grayson. Grayson was deeply disturbed. He really did not want to think that it was Eve who called him, and he didn’t want his brothers to think he was calling Eve.

“No. That time 2 years ago was the last. And why would I be trying to make contact with her?” Grayson demanded. Nash gave a half shrug.

“Say what you want, but you don’t have the best track record of resisting against that girl.” Nash said simply, fiddling with his shot glass. Grayson’s head started to hurt, and he wished suddenly that he’d went a bit easier on the shots. His drunk self remembered then that he was supposed to defend himself and rebuke against everything Nash was saying, when Jameson stood.

“Relax, Nash. Whatever Gray and Eve were is over. Besides, just because he gave her a few kisses doesn’t mean the two are linked for life.” Jameson said, his tone unsurprisingly teasing. Grayson frowned as he began cleaning up the empty bottles of alcohol on the table.

“Me and Eve didn’t kiss, but thank you Jamie.” Grayson said, his tone sarcastic, even though he did appreciate the sentiment. Xander laughed.

“Do you need some more kisses, Gray-Bear?” Xander asked him in a baby voice. Nash snorted and Jameson laughed, but Grayson just looked unimpressed as he started putting away empty alcohol bottles.

“Believe it or not, but 4 is good enough for me, Alexander.” Grayson deadpanned, turning around. Grayson didn’t know what it was, but in that moment, it was like all the air got sucked out of the room. Grayson was about to question it as his back was turned to his brothers, before Jameson spoke.

“4, you say?” Jameson pried. But there was something under the innocent curiosity, something that wasn’t so innocent and seemed…. slyer. Grayson frowned. He continued putting the empty bottles in a trash bag they’d brought in case.

“Yes, 4.” Grayson insisted. Maybe it was just his tipsy brain thinking, but something was definitely off. Then Jameson spoke, and Grayson realized what it was.

“Who’s the 4th?” Jameson pried. Grayson froze, but it was so quick that he swore nobody saw. He knew where he’d slipped up; he just had to make sure his brothers didn’t know.

“Hm?” Grayson asked, feigning nonchalance as he tried to downplay it all. Unluckily for him, it didn’t work.

“You said you didn’t kiss Eve, and then proceeded to say you kissed 4 people,” Jameson elaborated, and, when Grayson turned around, he realized Jameson was speaking the words with a great big grin on his face, like he’d discovered something. “There’s Emily, then Avery, then that chick from Harvard, and there would’ve been Eve too, but you didn’t kiss Eve. So who’s the 4th?” Grayson pretended like he’d just remembered something.

“Oh, I must have misspoke then. 3, I mean to say.” Grayson said, nodding as if this were true. But he knew who the 4th person he’d kissed was, and he knew that when he’d accidentally admitted he’d kissed 4 people, his mind was on Lyra.

All his brothers were staring at Grayson with wide smiles on their face that matched their wide eyes. Look at you, Grayson’s mind said in deadpan, you didn’t even have to tell them you kissed Lyra; they already know due to your idiocy.

“What?” Grayson asked, his tone clearly annoyed as his brothers just stared at him. Their smiles only grew.

“You’re lying.” Nash said simply, the words sounding less like an accusation and more like a simple fact. Grayson was going to rebuke his statement… but he couldn’t. Either way, they would know he was lying, and either way, he wanted to tell his brothers about the kiss. It was why he’d called the 911 in the first place.

And that feeling she gave him when she had kissed him—that would never leave him. He would be content to feel that way forever.

Grayson sighed, pulling a chair out from the table they were all sitting around and plopping down in it. He wouldn’t normally be so graceless, but he was drunk, and a part of him couldn’t forget how Lyra had ran away from him after the kiss.

“Who was it?” Jameson sounded like he was about to implode. Grayson looked up at Jameson, and he could feel a lie brewing—“I didn’t want you to judge me for kissing Eve”, just so that he wouldn’t betray any information that Lyra wouldn’t want him to, when his phone, flat on the table, rang.

Grayson couldn’t explain the mixed up excited-yet-horrified feeling he got when he looked down at his phone at the same time as his brothers and saw “Lyra” as the caller.

He saw the exact moment where emotions and different reactions were about to ring out from across the room, when Grayson jumped to his feet, holding a hand out to them.

“You will not act different towards her,” he immediately ordered, picking up his phone. “You won’t give her weird stares every time you see her, you won’t mention anything about this or the two of us to her, and under no circumstances will you make a joke about in-laws. That goes for you the most, Jameson.” Jameson was grinning so widely, and his eyes were gleaming so brightly, that for a second Grayson wondered if he was the one who got kissed.

“Alright, lovebird!” Jameson called out to Grayson as he stumbled out of the room, hooting.

As soon as Grayson closed the door behind him, the room erupted into conversation, laughter…. and cheers? Grayson shook his head before answering the call.

“Lyra.” He said, as soon as he placed the phone to his ear. His heart drummed with the excitement of waiting to hear her voice. And, once it came, his heart began to drum a quicker beat.

“Hello to you too.” Lyra replied. Grayson knew she would make a mockery of the fact that he hadn’t said hello; he wondered then if he was beginning to do things like that on purpose, just to get a reaction out of her. God knows he liked it. There was silence, before she spoke again.

“Hey, I just wanted to say….” her voice trailed off, the words seemingly stuck in her throat.

“It’s okay.” Grayson said. When he didn’t get a response, he spoke again.

“Lyra. It’s okay.” He repeated, squeezing his eyes shut and waiting for her to believe him. She sighed.

“You know…. it’s weird how we always end up on the phone.” she finally said, after moments of silence. Grayson smiled.

“Getting deja vu?” he asked. His words jumbled in his mouth, the effects of alcohol getting to him more than he thought it would.

“Are you drunk?” Lyra blatantly asked, not bothering to beat around the bush. Grayson sighed.

“No. Maybe. I’m not quite sure.” he said. Lyra snorted.

“So you are. Well, I should be going then. You need to rest.” she said. Grayson frowned.

“No I don’t.”

“Yes you do.”

“I don’t.”

“Grayson, please-“

“Maybe I do. But don’t hang up. Please.” his voice teetered on a desperate edge, and he could just barely hear her sharp intake of breath. A few moments of silence passed, before Lyra spoke.

“Okay. I won’t.” she finally said. There was a pause, before she spoke again. “Though I am quite curious, Hawthorne, as to why you’re drunk.” Grayson laughed. He laughed and laughed because Lyra could never know that she was the reason as to why he was drunk.

“What’s so funny?” she said. Grayson could imagine Lyra’s face as she spoke, that smile of hers on it, the one that she never noticed; however, it didn’t matter if she noticed it or not, because Grayson did. Every time.

“Nothing. Nothing at all.” Grayson said once he’d stopped laughing. Lyra made a hm sound as if she had suspicions about that, but moved on.

“I’ve been wondering what the next stage of the game will look like.” she said. “I know for sure that it won’t be so much of a “team effort” as it was previously, but there’s still plenty left unknown about it.” Grayson mulled it over.

“There is definitely more than an air of mystery around it.” Grayson agreed. Then his mind went elsewhere. “It will feel odd, going into the next stage of the game without Odette there.”

“I know. I can’t believe she gave her place in the game to him.” Lyra said. Grayson knew which him she was talking about: Brady Daniels. And then he felt a smile touch his lips once he realized he spoke her words with disdain. Leave it to Lyra to dislike someone she doesn’t know.

“He’s a stranger, Lyra. Besides, if Odette gave him her place in the game, it’s probably for good reason.” he said. Grayson could practically see her opening her mouth to rebuke his statement, so he butted in. “Does Odette really strike you as the kind of woman that doesn’t know what she’s doing?” That made her pause.

“No.” she finally grumbled. Grayson was surprised she’d agreed; Lyra was the kind of girl who fought tooth and nail to be right, and Grayson didn’t mind that one bit. He smiled.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “but did the Lyra Catalina Kane just agree to something I said?”

“Maybe that’s just your drunk mind talking. You’ve just barely stopped slurring your words, by the way.” Lyra told him. Grayson snorted.

“That response seems fabricated.” Grayson pointed out.

“Name 3 fabrics.” she said, with more than just a hint of sarcasm in her deadpan voice. Grayson couldn’t stop a laugh from leaving his mouth then. Lyra was truly getting back at him for his “did you just agree with me?” jab. Lyra let out the smallest laugh at her own joke.

“Okay. You should be getting some rest.” she told him. Grayson could feel his shoulders slumping once he realized their conversation was coming to an end.

“I don’t need rest.” Grayson said, resisting letting the phone call end.

“You’re not a superhero, Hawthorne. You need rest.” she retorted. Grayson sighed.

“I’m fine.” he rebuked.

“You’re not.”

“I am.”

“Wow, you really don’t like admitting you’re tired, drunk, and in desperate need of rest, do you?” Grayson could feel his filter leaving him as his drunk mind spoke truths without a second thought.

“If I rest, you’ll hang up.” he stated simply. He heard Lyra’s sharp intake of breath, this time more like a vague gasp.

“And? Is that so bad?” Lyra finally asked. The more logical part of Grayson cursed himself for being so forward, whereas the sleep deprived, drunk, and aching for Lyra part of Grayson spoke up again, needing her to hear his words.

“Yes.” He slurred, rubbing his eyes tiredly. There was a pause on Lyra’s end.

“Really?” she asked. Grayson sighed.

“Mhm.” he replied in a low voice. There was silence for more than a few moments on Lyra’s end. Then, at last, she spoke.

“We don’t know what time the game will be starting tomorrow. You do need to get some rest, Grayson.” Lyra repeated. Grayson found he became even more stubborn whenever he was drunk.

“No.” he said. Grayson heard a “hmph” on Lyra’s end.

“Fine.” she said. Grayson realized, with a jolt, that the voice was clearer, like she was closer to him.

Then, when Grayson turned, he realized she was walking down the hallway. Each step was a graceful stride, and Grayson wondered how long he could stand frozen like how he was then, watching each of her movements. Maybe everybody else was also fascinated by how she moved.

Or maybe Grayson was the only one who just liked watching her move.

Finally she came to a stop in front of him. She raised a brow at him. Lyra had changed into comfy attire, with her hair loose and strands beginning to fall into her face. The look on her face said “what now, Grayson?”. Grayson stared back.

“I’m guessing you’re here to force me to rest?” Grayson tried. Lyra snorted.

“Good guess.” she said, patting his arm and holding onto it. Grayson took a step—and stumbled. Lyra looked up at him bewilderedly. He gave her a confused look.

“Okay, seems we have to do this a different way.” she huffed, blowing a strand of hair. Holding onto his arm, the warmth of her hands spreading onto it even through the dress shirt, Lyra pulled one of his arms over her shoulders. She held onto the wrist dangling off her shoulders, her touch gentle yet firm, and began to walk.

“Don’t fall.” she warned. Grayson smiled.

“I won’t.” he replied. It was a short walk to Grayson’s room, with Grayson telling Lyra where to go, and Lyra not letting him fall. Finally they reached the door to his room. Lyra hesitated at the door for a moment, before latching onto the doorknob, giving it a twist, and opening the door. She pulled Grayson inside, brought him towards his bed, and then pushed him onto it. Grayson smiled a smile he’d learned from Jameson, pushing himself up on the bed with his back pressed against the headboard. He stared at her with half-lidded eyes, and after a moment, Lyra’s eyes moved to the floor.

“Well, I should be leaving now.” Lyra said, breaking the moment. Grayson frowned. He was about to say something, anything, to make her stay, when Lyra saw something on the ground and froze. Grayson’s eyebrows furrowed. She knelt down to pick something up, and when she straightened up again, Grayson saw her holding a sheet of paper.

“This was sticking out of your suit jacket pocket.” she said, staring at it with surprise etched into her features. Lyra didn’t have to say what she was looking at, because all of a sudden Grayson remembered the drawing.

The one he had drawn a mere couple of hours ago. The one of her.

Maybe he was supposed to be embarrassed that he had kept the drawing. But his head was starting to pound, and he couldn’t find the effort in him to be embarrassed.

“I must say, I captured you pretty well.” he admitted. Lyra gave him a look, but it was half-hearted. Her eyes strayed back to the drawing.

“You made me look beautiful.” she said in a whispered tone. Then she must have caught herself, and Grayson wondered if Lyra had said those words because she thought he wouldn’t remember them the next day. Grayson stared at her.

“I didn’t make you look beautiful, Lyra.” Grayson said. He didn’t have to finish his sentence for Lyra to know what he meant.

He didn’t make her look beautiful. He just captured her. She was beautiful to begin with.

She finally looked up from the drawing, staring at him with slightly open lips, her amber eyes wider than usual. Then she must have realized she looked so shocked because her facial expressions became more neutral, and she looked down.

But Grayson still saw that look on her face. The complex one, the one with a million different emotions on it.

She always wore that one around him.

“I should be going.” she repeated, this time with more certainty as her eyes squeezed shut. Grayson frowned.

“Come here.” he said. Lyra’s eyes opened, staring at him, and she hesitated before walking over to him. He stared at her as she came closer. Once she reached his bedside, Grayson felt possessed by a more fearless spirit.

Or maybe that was just what being in Lyra’s proximity did to him.

Taking her hand in his, Grayson brought her hand to his lips, giving her knuckles a soft kiss as he held her gaze. Her neck tinged pink, her lips parting slightly in shock.

“Thank you.” He said in a quiet tone. For taking care of me, he finished in his head. Lyra was silent at first, before answering.

“You’re welcome, Gray.” The words rolled off his tongue so quickly that Grayson thought he misheard her. Gray. He squeezed his eyes shut, dropping her hand softly as his head leaned back to hit his headboard. Gray. Gray. Gray. He peeled his eyes open to see her staring at him.

“Goodnight.” she whispered. He gave her hand a squeeze.

“Goodnight.” he replied, his tone low and slightly hoarse. She smiled slyly, before walking towards the door, each movement fluid and graceful. She paused at the door to give him one last look, her eyes holding his in a dance of ice blue and amber gold, before she finally stepped out.

Grayson slumped in his bed. He realized then that he had forgotten all about his brothers once Lyra called.

He also realized then that it was worth it, because even with a pounding headache and eyes that were beginning to slide closed, he had never felt more at peace then he previously did at that moment.

In his room.

With Lyra Catalina Kane by his side.

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im sorry the plot changed every 3 lines but i hope you enjoyed it!! 😬😬💗

[ultrakill-confessions]

i disappear for a few days and miss an entire conversation abt gabriel molting

the resident bird lover?? missing a conversation abt birds???

*clicks pen aggressively* this is your final warning for the upcoming autism text wall

so yes, molting is indeed partially triggered by hormones with a mixture of seasonal changes. while molting birds are Very grumpy and. ya know. hormonal. as a bird owner this is a terrible time to own a bird bc theres feathers and dust Everywhere, the flying toddler is grumpy as all hell and if youre extra unlucky you'll have to try and find ways to have them Not mate with anything they can.

why are they grumpy? well besides hormones running rampant theyre also losing and regaining feathers very quickly which is not only taxing for the body but also Very Uncomfortable. pin feathers are new feathers that are growing in and are uncomfortable and itchy as hell. theyre surrounded by a protective keratin sheath so it doesnt get damaged while developing. why would it be a bad thing to get damaged? bc while feathers are growing theyre connected to a blood supply. cut a growing feather and youve got a Lot of blood (which is very bad for smaller birds bc they dont got much blood in their bodies). though once the feather is fully developed the blood will retreat and its safe to take out of the sheath. but during that time of waiting for the blood to retreat they just have a small pin sticking out of them that hurts like a bitch when moved wrong. many times i have faced the wrath of my son bc i touched a pin feather wrong.

now another thing id like to note since someone here brought up how long itd take and estimated around 6 weeks. thats how long it takes for a Small bird to molt. now lets consider gabe. hes huge. hes gonna take more than 6 weeks. cockatoos spend months molting all their feathers. developing feathers takes time and a Lot of energy so the bigger the bird the longer it needs. and even with just his wings is still a Lot of feathers to lose. so i'd say rough guess give or take gabe would be stuck molting for maybe around 6 months. at least on the bright side he'd only molt every 2-3 years. which is so very lucky for an immortal being (sarcasm)

for birds preening is a form of maintenance. we brush our hair they preen their feathers. we take showers they also take baths in their water bowls they just dunked their own food into and you watch in disappointment. not Every bird can just preen each other. they have to trust you to do something so meticulous (itd be Very easy to fuck it up or rip out feathers if one wanted to). for pet birds this is something owners can assist in (and if you have a freak like me will also beg you to do it) but ONLY around the head and neck. everywhere else is an erogenous zone (except for the feet but they hate getting their feet touched anyway) so you shouldnt touch it. ever. that is for mates only and if you touch there youre sending messages you Dont want to send and can lead to a lot of behavioral issues

so with all of the above context you can imagine how itd be complicated for a "first time" interaction ("trying to stay out of overly sexual territory" i say then fall flat on my face (im not doing this on purpose i swear </3)). wings are very much a no-no square in multiple contexts so itd be something to negotiate both the relationship and the level of trust they have with each other. me personally i wouldnt let a violent gopro touch my wings unless i knew it wouldnt try to snap them in half first. but with these kinds of situations it can be fun to incorporate the buildup of trust to allowing someone to touch gabes wings. preening is something that is done carefully. it can be to relieve an itch, check for mites, rearrange feathers, or to just simply scratch a good spot (like playing with your own hair). but in the end its a form of gentle intimacy between two beings that trust each other

now there are multiple ways you can go about this. me personally im a professional nonsexual intimacy enjoyer so i greatly enjoy it when preening is more of a bonding activity. though you can also go about it in a more sexual way which i know you fuckers will love to take advantage of

im gonna go eat and take a god damn shower now good night chat

- manic anon

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[pocketrocketyuki]

Here's how media make Lando (as well as other drivers) sound like an A-hole with their headlines!

and this is why, as readers, we should be carefull to trust headlines about ANY driver, because these outlets know how drivers are percieved and adjust them accordingly. For Max, its him sounding aggressive in headlines that gets clicks. For Charles, its currently sounding depressed with Ferrari that gets people interested. For Oscar, its making it seem like he is shittalking Lando (which he doesn't). They know the view fans have of drivers and adjust accordingly. thats how media works.

Red Bull RB21 ‘pretty damn good’ as Norris speaks out on Verstappen situation

is the title of the article by PlanetF1. This on its own makes it sound like he is diminishing Max and his efforts. which is exactly what PlanetF1 wants because right now it is very popular to hate on Lando, thereby adding this fuel to the fire means clicks, which means money to them.

This, however, isnt a full representation of the article. And most people, do not read the article, they just jump to the conclusion that Lando said something stupid. Which, looking at the comments, is exactly what happend.

However, when the article is read and Lando's actual quote is revealed, it isnt a stupid comment anymore. This is what he said about Max being close to him in Australia, which was asked him DURING the chinese GP weekend. and only released after Bahrein.

“And that’s not just because he’s an incredible driver in those conditions – their car is still pretty damn good.

“You need both. And Red Bull have a pretty decent car and a very, very good driver. There’s no other way they’d be able to compete against us if that’s not the case. So, I think Red Bull and Max, we can never doubt them.

“100 per cent I acknowledge I’ve got the best car on the grid. Very happy that I say that because it’s been a while. I’m proud that we’ve got to that point as a team and I think we’re all proud that we can say that.

“But, like people have always said, ‘The driver can also make a difference’. I wouldn’t be able to win without the best car. But the car needs to be within like one per cent. It needs to be within that little bit that the driver can then make a difference

He doesn't make it seem like he has a shit car. He doesnt say Max isnt the reason the car is going as quick as it is. He is however acknowledging the things people say about any car. Because the car matters, because in a sport like F1 its not all about the driver but about a driver and a machine.

But, even without the media, fans will still misquote him, or see his words as different than intended, because for some the drama is what makes F1 fun for them.

TL:DR -> Headlines are meant to mislead, go with the popular narritive, which at the moment is "Lando is an asshole". Be aware of it when seeing the articles.

[salmonlyster]

hes waving at you hes just weird

ive used the name frances the most but fritz is really growing on me :p okay more thoughts under the cut lol

im not sure i like the idea of him being on a scholarship anymore since that implies he has an attachment to the school which is NOT like him at all. my initial thought was hes on a scholarship because hes valuable to the student body (again, really smart when he puts effort into things) but i think thats a bit too complicated and i would have to work around that logic a lot.

he's still in constant danger of being kicked out, though. and a constant target of harassment. he doesn't do it on purpose persay but he doesn't make any sort of effort to conceal what he does whatever the fuck he wants. type of guy where you would think he has no social awareness, but he's very aware! he just doesn't care. type of kid that flushes random shit down the toilet or puts firecrackers in it. burns his homework in the bathrooms. hides cigarettes in his boxers and skips to go smoke behind the dumpsters.

him and illi are the first to meet each other (and on illi- i love the name illi, and will definitely keep it, but will likely change their last name :3). illi is really frustrated with school because it's miserable for them, but they just kind of float by without bothering anyone else. illi has a bit of a complex about it where they feel like they should at least be bullied or something of the sort to justify how much they hate school. in short they enable each other and become public nuisances, but there's a weird dynamic about it. willis has been a target his whole life, and is ambivalent towards it because of how he's grown up with it, but is frustrated with illi's fascination with that. illi struggled talking to others growing up and goes days without speaking to their classmates, and struggles to form substantial connections to others. there's never a negative attitude towards illi by the student body, but there's never a positive one, either. they have a lot of pent up rage and think that getting beat up on the near daily would make their anger worth something.

on the socialization thing, louise's conflict with others is less that he can't form connections, and more that he isn't particularly interested. he takes his academics very seriously and eats lunch in the teacher's room (one of the english teachers) (which I will get into later in a louise-focused post). he views school as "networking" and more like a professional work environment than anything, so becoming friends with others isn't something he thinks about doing. if he put in the effort, though, him and illi would be equally awkward.

also, i really like the idea of willis being trans, simply because his uniform is worn really interesting. the pants are lower on the hips to give the illusion of a longer torso, which is something that trans men (myself included lol) do to conceal their hips/give a more masculine frame. i know the intention was just to be a sloppy uniform but i think it could be interesting. I likely won't take that idea that far.

also let me know if youre interested in the playlist im making for this :3 ok bye now ill prob not like this drawing in the morning but we ball

[ckret2]

The evil phases hc and Chemical aku au - I dont know how the au ends (or if thats even planned), but considering a version where aku stays around to watch the girls grow up, he would be so proud of them. And since I highly doubt aku could hide being evil for years, he would be extremelly loud about how proud he is. Embarrassing dad level

yeah that sounds right. he'd be all over their villain phases. buttercup becomes a supervillain because she's mad at her dad and aku starts hollering encouragement and bragging to passersby like an overenthusiastic dad at his daughter's first softball game and she immediately becomes a good guy again because now she's embarrassed by her other dad.

It doesn't really have a planned ending. It kind of goes up as far as Aku discovering Mojo and getting wildly enthusiastic over this son he didn't know about who actually looks like him and is trying to conquer the world. And then maybe Aku going "your other two sisters might be lost causes, but I think I could convince Buttercup to join our side." "please do not call them my sisters." I think I like that bit enough to say it's officially a canon part of the alleged plot as it exists in my head.

and then after that it's a vague formless mishmash of "and then what if things were sweet and cute and heartwarming? But also, DRAMATIC??? And PAINFUL. And there's BETRAYAL. Unless actually there's LOVE AND FAMILY INSTEAD. WHAT IF ALIENS INVADED TOWNSVILLE AND AKU HAD TO STOP THEM, I think that's the only thing that would persuade him to act like a good guy. Or we could not do that, we could do something different. WHAT IF THE GODS THAT ORIGINALLY HUNTED THE SPACE BLOB COME FOR AKU AND THE GIRLS HAVE TO FIGHT THE GODS! What if Jack's there too and he's spent the last couple months watching Aku play nice with the girls and he's got to decide if he's gonna help the gods or fight them too!"

just a bunch of "hey wouldn't it be really fucking cool if" daydreams, not a real official plot.

[hollywoodevilgossip]

For Team Real who supports Alba and Evans we get it you guys support them and stuff but don't threaten someone that you don't know of its disrespect. Now for his legal teams they been getting hate as well on social media for their actions it's not people fault at all it's how it shows in actions they're words doesn't prove anything more than action does people found out the real evidence of how mr Evans and baptista is and what they are showcasing it's not on Instagram people dislike it's also on Twitter, tiktok everywhere even tmz doesn't believe it theres so many people knows what's up with that dude you can't justify their words at all

Celebrities are main people to lies and brainwash humans with their fake stories and sympathys celebrities are no saint at all they are also plantbase of what they showcase to us their lying showcase not reality.

Many celebrities prove their wrong actions and they still get hate no for legal action does people afraid of speaking out no they are not.

Whatever evans showcased on interviews, movies,magazines is all false network when you guys find about his reality you will be shocked what this man is hiding as well.

Every people has dark side.

What celebrites portray in films is all fake

But who you support is your choice not gonna judge your choice not gonna pick fights to explain you have free well to create fanpage of your choice you have right to support them you have right to love

But team real please stop saying mean things about other blogs and disrespecting them as well it's free well of choice who they support who they not.

Only God has right to judge us all after he is watching us all on what we do and what we say.

Also please don't threaten someone at all.

Also like to add many people don't hate him they are just disappointed on him for what he said and did all his years of life thats what people trying to say

[cylci]

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⋆𝄞Reader and Sevika meeting for the first time at their local vintage record store. Fluff

{Use of she/her/they}

men + mdni

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Reader is quite the awkward person, they have a hard time approaching new people. Especially if it’s people she finds interesting, feeling like she’ll make a fool of herself is she does.

Now she wants to rid of that old self and work on her social skills whenever she can, she sees this girl in the record store, tall, short hair, she has a piercings in her lip and another on her nose.

She looks around her age, what catches her eye the most is the vinyl she’s holding.

It’s an underground band you absolutely love. Each time you try to talk to someone about them I always turn to an echo, as if ur speaking to yourself .

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So when you noticed her picking it up, she seemed hesitant.

“Just go, just go, just go, just go” your mind said forcing yourself to walk up to her.

You reached to tap her on the shoulder, but she had already noticed you and turned around.

“Oh hi” you said, she raised her eyebrow at you and removed one of her headphones. She looked at you silently waiting to speak up.

“That vinyl you’re holding is pretty good, especially their latest release…” you fidgeted with the end of your shirt for a second, until you saw the release you just mentioned to her.

Reaching out to grab it, having to stretch your arm to grab it in front of her. She stepped back a bit giving you some space.

“This one is their latest! Honestly if you haven’t listened to any of their albums, you should try this one if you like post punk. Absolute treasure.”

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As you rambled about the album, she quietly listened to your request.

For Sevika, this was one of the times she could engross herself into the things she loves, music being one of the things she loves the most.

She would spend most of her time by herself in school, or at home. As her father would always be working and the little friends she had at school had their own bigger groups.

She didn’t mind being by herself, more or so she loved it.

For her height and stature growing up, she’s always been hard to approach. Well thats what people always tell her, also the fact that she looks “intimidating”…she see it, but what can she do yk? She’s just living.

Now in present moment, some random person is talking to her. “They look so cool..” she thinks as you’re telling her about your favorite bands.

“So what type of music do you listen to? Is it the first time coming here?” you ask her, it seemed to have broken her out of a trance.

“No, I live around here-“ you cut her off surprised and excited “ Really??! What school do you go to! We could hang out!” You exclaimed. There aren’t many teenagers around your area if they aren’t some preppy jerks or hippies.

You once tried to join the hippies, but one time you came home smelling weird and your mother almost killed you. So you learned to keep your distance.

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You noticed she looked unsure of what to answer to you, feeling like you overstepped “Sorry you don’t have to answer that.”

Sevika noticed and immediately tried to reassure you “It’s alright.. um I go to Lows City Zaun public school.”

“Huh” you thought, she goes to your school?? How could you have never seen her.

“I moved to this area four months ago, I used to live around the lowest side of the city. But my dad found a place around the central parts..so yeah.”

“I live around time stop street, it’s near this shop.”you say, not sure if to keep the conversation going or your excitement made it awkward.

As you both shuffled and fidgeted, Sevika broke silence by handing you a piece of paper.

“Here, this is my pager. If you’re still interested in hanging out.” She says giving you a small smile.

For being one of the tallest girls you’ve ever met, she’s quite shy. Her short hair covering her eyes the headphones sitting on her neck.

“Yeah, I am. My names y/n, yours?” You ask her tenderly. As you gave her a warm smile.

“My names Sevika, I’ll see you around.”

“Yeah ! See you around.”

She grabbed the vinyl you were talking about, and bought it.

Waving her hand out the door as she left the store.

You felt like you’ve won the lottery, your social life is finally taking a turn. Yay !!

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Hope you enjoyed !! Thank you for reading ⊹♡

[sbizz25]

Invincible FF Mark Grayson

Introduction

Y/n’s info: brown hair and eyes, light tan, 5’2 

Her power: hydro/water powers (bit of ice) 

From this story, I'll get some power moves, ideas, et, from other characters with water powers from different shows for Y/n’s power ideas. The characters are Katara from Avatar Last Airbender, Juvia and Gray from Fairy Tail

She can control water or anything that has water

Examples: plants (drain plants out of water, blood (able to control living things, rivers/lakes

Control the temperature of the water, boiling water, or ice cold, ice

Can make weapons either out of water (like whips) or form them out of ice

She can summon water on her own(make), but it takes more energy/power  out of her 

Make weapons, shapes, objects,s animals ( lol likOlafaf), items

Can heal injuries, as long as she has the body of water or water, depending on how big the injuries  are (the bigger the injury more water it needs)

Weakness 

Heat/ hotness, she gets overheated easily in hot areas (so if there's a place with fire, she won't be able to use her powers to the fullest)

She has to drink water throughout the day to keep her body hydrated 

If she uses her powers too much, she gets dizzy, a  headache(migraine), and passes out (faints, 

If she uses her ice power part too much, she will get cold, or her body can start freezing up, a nd the ice can build up around her body, making it hard for her to move

Characters 

Y/m = means Y/n’s mother 

Y/g = means Y/n’s Grandmother 

Y/d = means Y/n’s Dad 

Y/b = brother 

Y/n’s brother is around Oliver's age (10 years ish), and he’s going to have powers 

His powers are going to be Firepower. I won't go that deep into his powers like I did to Y/n’s powers, but I’ll use info from Zuko (ATLB) or other fire benders from that show, aso Enji Todoroki from MHA.

Chapter One 

(Y/n’s pov)

I was walking down the hallway getting out of class when I heard yelling and a body getting slammed against the lockers. I looked and pushed through the crowd, hoping to see what was going on. I saw Mark, Mark Grayson, getting slammed on the lockers.��

Mark: “Hit me again”.

Todd: “What?”, “ I said to hit me again”.

Y/n’s mind: “What is Mark doing ? He's not himself, and he couldn't get seriously hurt”. Todd looked around, and everyone was staring at him. 

Todd: “Ughh what a fucking freak”, and let go of Mark and walked away.

Y/n’s mind: “ freak, Freak, fucking Freak I hate that word it just brings me bad memories and it pissing me off rn”. She walks away from the commotion, but she gets a notification from her phone a “Reminder Y/g’s medication is ready to be picked up from the pharmacy”. “Ughh fuck me I forgot about that and I have work… its fine Ill make it work”.  She got the medicine and made it to work a bit late. She's putting on her uniform and apron. The bell from the door dings, and someone comes in.

Y/n’s : “Hi welcome into Flower Bakery, I'll be with you in just a sec” , she yelled from the back.

?: “yYeahsure no problem, take your time.” Y/n finishes washing her hands and goes to the front cashier. “Hi, what would you like to do?” she looks up, and it's Mark.

Y/n: “ Mark?”

Mark : “Yeah thats me? Sorry do we know each other ? or wait actually do you look familiar ?”

Y/n “um yeah everyone at school saw you and Todd fight today”, “Ohh right “.

Marks scratches behind his neck. “Sorry about that, Ohh I remember now we’re in the same English class”, “yeahh..5th period” 

Mark: “sSorryagain my head has been all over the place at the moment.” “It's okay, I get that, now what would you like to have?”

Mark: “ Ohh right, can I get–”

Y/n’s min: “Caramel macchiato iced with cheese danish 

Mark: “and cheese danish” 

Y/n “Yeah sure no problem”, Y/n’s mind: “Jesus I should turn down my crush for him a bit before he finds out I have been stalking a bit….”

Mark: “ Your cheese danish is so good and the best in town and omg the bacon, egg, cheese sandwich too.” 

Y/n puts the cheese danish, and the egg sandwich  in the small oven to heat it up “yeah their our most popular food”. She makes the drinks for Mark and his friend and calls out their name. And Marks goes up to the counter, Y/n hands out an egg sandwich and gives it to Mark. 

Y/n: “Here's an egg sandwich too for you in the house since what happened to you today with Todd”. Mark's eyes brightened up, “ Oh my god ,really, thank you so much!”

Y/n: “Hmm, if you need anything else just let me know”.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Passtime~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Y/n was closing up the store, and she was taking out the trash when she got a phone call, and it was an unknown number. 

Y/n mid::ehhh it might be a scam”. She answered the phone call. “Hello, who is this? “

?? “ Y/n sweety, it's been a while”.

Y/n: “ You! What do you want!?”, “Now is that how you talk to your elders?”.

Y/n takes a deep breath, “I’m sorry, Mister Liu, what do you need?”

Mister Liu : “well I just wanna say hello since it’s been a while since you saw us”, “Well there is a reason and I finished paying off my debts that I owe you”. 

MIster Liu: “That might be true, but you’re too useful for us and I need you to do another favor for me”. “Sorry but no, I don't do your dirty work anymore”, “Well I wasn't asking you if you, I’m telling you and if you don't do your job your family will pay for it, don't even get smart with me either because I know where you live, work and school. 

Y/n “task”, she went silent for a while, thinking of what she should do.

Misterr Liu: “Well ? What's your answer?”, “you’re making this difficult and you know I don't wanna do these things anymore but fine I’ll do it”.“Great!, that is what I like to hear”. 

~~~~~~~Time Pass~~~~~~~

Y/n finally got home, opened the door, and saw her grandma waiting at the kitchen table. 

Y/g : “Noches mi hijita, ¿cómo te fue en el trabajo hoy?”( Evening my dear, how was your day at work?”

Y/n : “Buenas noches Nana , en el trabajo en el trabajo me paso lo mismo, estoy un poco cansada”.( Good evening grandma, at work was the same, I'm just a bit tired).

Y/g : “ Ohh vale pues, no mas no trabajes demasiado mucho okay, y aquí te prepare un poco de caldo” . ( ohh okay then, just done work too hard okay and here I made you some soup) , “ muchas gracias abuelita”. 

Y/g : “okay pues me voy a dormir ahora, termina de comer y vete a la cama pronto okay, se está haciendo tarde”. (okay then I'm going to bed, you finish eating and go to bed soon okay , it's getting late). Y/n nodded her head yes and handed her grandma her meds.

Y/g : “aye muchas gracias mijita, te amo mucho, qué haría sin ti?”( ohh thank you so much sweetie , what would I do with you?)and Y/g kissed her forehead and Y/n smiled and started eating the food and her grandma left the room and she slammed her head on the table. 

Y/n mind: “fuckk me what am I going to do?”

~~~~~~~~~~The next day at school~~~~~~~~~~

Y/n was opening her locker to get her redbull and she got it, but just as she was going to drink it, someone behind her scared her.

??: “Boo!”. Y/n jumped up scarily and slammed her locked closed. 

Y/n: “Who the he—”, she turns around and sees Mark. “Mar–”, she drops the Red Bull when she crashes into him, the Red Bull hitting the floor. 

Mark: “Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I shouldn't have scared you.”

Y/n: “i-i” looking at him, Yn mind: “Oh My god, oh my god he's so close to meeeee!” and he's talking to me first, damn he looks so good up close, his hair slick back, stop it focus”. “Y/n??”

Y/n : clears her throat “ its okay dont worry about it , you just caught me off guard for a sec”.

Mark : “yeahh sorry again, I just wanted to say, thank you again from yesterday for the egg sandwich”. 

Y/n: “Oh, yeah, it's fine, it's no big deal.” “Sooo, where are you heading next?”, “I'm going to class”. 

Mark: “yYeahme too, to class.” Y/n started rubbing her head.

Y/n mind: “ughh why do I have to get a freaking headache at this beautiful moment”. 

Y/n : “hey it was nice talking to you but I need to run to class”, “ Ohh okay then I’ll see you around”, waves to her goodbye and she walks away and puts her hands in her face. 

Y/n mind “not the time to turn red or blush even though he's soo cute, I need water first”. She looks around and spots a water fountain. She quickly runs to it and starts to drink the water.

“God this is so refreshing and cold, I’m not leaving my house again with drinking water and with a water bottle again”. 

~~~~~~~~After Class~~~~~~~~

Y/n quickly starts heading towards the food court area (it's outside), and sits on a bench that is hidden behind a tree.

Y/n mind: “Just in time, so I can see Mark from a distance, talking with his friends, talking”. She just stares at Mark from a distance, admiring Mark while holding up a book so he won't see her that easily. 

Y/n mind: “He’s so perfect and handsome, I still can't believe he talked to me, ohh my heart can't take it.”

?? “Hey Mark!”. Y/n blinks and sees someone, Amber, calling out to him, and she runs up to him and kisses him.

Y/n mind: Ohhrightt, a guy like that would have a girlfriend or be gay”. She saw them giggling and laughing. 

Y/n mind: “hmm, why would I ever think he’ll ever like someone like me, I’m a freak”. She looks down at her phone and gets a notification from Mr. Liu. Marks turns around and sees Y/n sitting down on the bench.

Mark’s mind: “Ohh she’s here, I’m calling her over here”, “Hey! Y/n!”.

William and Amber : “Who’s Y/n??”, “It’s a new friend I made, I was hoping to introduce her to you guys, wait, I don't think she heard me.” “Hey! Y/n!”. Mark sees Y/n looking at her phone and quickly gets up and starts walking away fast. 

Mark “Damn she didn't hear me”

William: “It's okay, maybe next time”. Y/n was running to catch the bus.

Y/n: “Phew, okay, I just need to pick up my brother”. She looks at the message again from Mr. Liu. 

Text Message from MIster Liu : “I'll send you the details later for the task for when to do the task and remember don't ignore me or else”. She got off the bus.

Y/n mind: “fuckk mee I thought I was out cause I paid off the debt, why did I choose to borr–”. 

Y/b: “Big Sis!” runs up to Y/n and hugs her.

Y/n: “Hey Y/b, how's school ?”, “It was fun, we learned how to multiply and blah blah blah”.

~~~~~~Time Pass~~~~~~

It's been a couple of days, and Y/n has been busy and running around all over the place. She hasn't talked to Mark since that day; every time English is done, she’ll sprint out the door. Also, the relationship between Amber and Mark isn't going so well, and he has been coming late to class or he doesn't show up at all. Apparently not just for school, according to everyone, work, dates, etc.Y/n and her brother went to Burger Mart to get dinner. They walked into the restaurant.

Y/n : “ Y/b, you know what you’re going to get?”, “Yeahh, Ima get a BM kids meal and maybe this time I’ll get the dinosaur”. He was jumping up and down, she looked up and saw Mark at the counter as a cashier. 

Y/n mind: “Aww fuck he works here!, I really dont wanna talk to him–”.

Y/b : “Hello!!”, Y/’s brother ran up to the counter up to next to mark jumping up and down happily. 

Mark giggled “, Heyy 

Y/n: “Y/b don't do that, I’m sorry”.

Mark : “it’s okay dont perry, what yall going to get?”, “ohh right I'll just get a #2 meals with coke”, “yeah sure anything else?”.

Y/b : “ and can I get a kids meal, and I want it with nuggets and fries, ohh and apple juice”, “Alright then coming right up”, “Okiee thank you”, Y/b skips to a table to sit down and Y/n was trying to take out cash to pay for the meal. Marks holds up his hand.

Mark “Don't worry about it, it's in the house”. Y/n looks up at him.

Y/n: “What? No, you can't do that”. Marks crunches down and leans over to be near her face.

Mark “Yeah maybe you can pay me back another way”. Y/n starts to burn up and turns red.

Y/n “What do you mean another way ?”, “Well, by telling me why we haven't talked in a while, and it looks like you have been avoiding me”.

Y/n mind: “aww fuck”. She looks back at him, “W-well, it's nothing really, I've just been busy dealing with work and home stuff.” Mark was about to respond when the “Order #69, is ready, Mark, #2 meals and a kids meal”. Marks grabs the tray and says thank you to his co-worker, and goes back to Y/n and says “Oh wel,l I'm sorry but if you need anything just let me know, anything you just name it”, “yeahh and thank you again”, “yepp, have a good meal”. Y/n walks to where her brother was at the table and starts to eat, and Y/n's phone rings with a text.

Text message Mister Liu: “Here are the plans and the people that you’re going to work with during the mission, which is tonight at 12 pm. It is to steal from the Royal Gems Museum”. She crumbled up a napkin that she had on her hand. 

Y/n mind “Dang it, I dont have to do this its fine,” she looks at Y/n eating his food happily, “or maybee, fuck it I’ll do it anything to see them happy and safe”

Mark Pov, he was looking over at Y/n, just staring at her.

Mark's mind: “I hope she's okay, hopefully it's nothing bad that's happening

Coworker: “Hey Mark, stop staring at the girl and help us with the orders.”

Mar: “I’m not staring”, “Hmm, sure you whatever lover boy”.

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Interesting. Theres a lot of that I agree with. I definitely agree with Weiss not having a love interest.

When it comes to "redemption" it seems we're ultimately talking about the same thing but using different words to describe it. It wouldn't be fruitful to go back and forth over semantics or quibble about the smaller details so I'll just stick to addressing my major points of contention with this mindset.

First off I suppose I should address the Grimm. I agree that they aren't inherently evil. However I think it's false to suggest the Grimm ailments afflicting certain characters isn't something to be cured of. They by definition do not have souls which is what separates them from humanity. They objectively dont have souls. Thats part of the worldbuilding. To suggest that theres nothing to cure from them would be to suggest that something like becoming the Hound is a good or positive thing to be. It's not. At no point is this ever portrayed as a positive thing. We can acknowledge that the Grimm aren't inherently evil but we should be able to agree that this is clearly wrong. Such is the same with Cinder, who has a literal Grimm Parasite eating away at her flesh and consuming her. This is not a good or positive thing and is never portrayed as such. When it comes to things like this, and Salem, and the Hound they are all portrayed as something unnatural.

When it comes to Jaune's character I feel like his role is being a little misconstrued here. He's not really a girl in the tower. He fell in a tree once but I don't think that can be extrapolated to his entire character as he has far more parallels with Ozma than he does Salem. He even played the role of a pseudo Ozma during the Ever After. The old weary Hero who is greeted by 4 maidens who help restore him to his old self. Theres more parallels but it would be tedious to list them all. While Cinder herself is quite literally trying to be Salem.

The biggest issue I have with people ignoring Knightfall in favor of this Gillian stuff is that people are willing to acknowledge it's existence but then only look at how it's portrayed right now in the present in order to dismiss it. While being willing to look ahead at how things theoretically could be with Gillian in the future. It's a complete double standard. Why treat Knightfall for how it looks right now rather than what it could be? If you acknowledge that theres at least some setup there why not take into account the future of where it's going? Like, yeah sure it's one-sided right now but that may not always be the case. If you want to say that it's only half-built, thats still substantially better than nothing built at all for the other partners you're suggesting. Why throw all that aside in favor of potential relationship with someone Jaune hasn't even interacted with once instead of the woman who his entire conflict revolves around? It's just silly. Needlessly dismissive even. It comes off as people being terrified of the prospect of Knightfall such that they do mental gymnastics to avoid it rather than considering it.

We more or less agree on how Salem's story plays out albeit we differ slightly. Salem needs to forgive Ozma and he needs to apologize & forgive her as well. Ultimately they need to come together in the end. Restoring their romance is the key to restoring the story. Knightfall plays a crucial role in getting them to that point. As it would be the premier example to the viewer and other characters that even such impossible divides between people can be crossed with Love. Hence the Blacksmith reiterating that only Love can restore balance.

Even if there are some nice potential parallels with Gillian it just doesn't have the buildup or potential story impact that Knightfall has.

i guess there is always the question of to what extent the fractal-ozlem pattern will hold true for every endgame romantic pairing and the secondary question of whether the tension between salem and ozpin in jaune's character will eventuate as a return to form (salem) or as transformation (ozma).

but for what it's worth

<- i find this a lot more persuasive than the weiss developments in V9

it's a bit thorny all around. by design. i think he's probably intended to be puzzling. the simplest answer is jaune ecloses as the hero and saves cinder but that coexists uneasily with what's going on with cinder and salem, to say the least. not to mention the thematic treatment of fairytale heroism.

he did save neo, so there's that.

rolls over

jeanne d'arc heard the voices of saints and angels guiding her way. i suppose there's an argument to be made for the recording pyrrha left him, but given the importance of salem's piety and apostasy, jaune's distinct lack of religiosity or… belief in anything greater than himself is worth reconsidering maybe. why is he here? he cheated his way into beacon just to prove to his family that he was worth something. now he's just here for his friends. what becomes of salem if she's faithless? if she's cynical?

salem is not a cynic. she's a shattered idealist. there will be no victory in strength. mankind is strong, wise, and resourceful, born into an unforgiving world and yet even the smallest spark of hope is enough to ignite change. passion and ingenuity and resourcefulness. hope breathes fire into the hearts of the weary. hope is mankind's greatest strength. your faith in mankind was not misplaced. it's important not to lose sight of what drives us: love, justice, reverence… and so we must press on.

take all that away from her. what is left?

even cinder believes in something, in destiny as a monster to fight. "i refuse to starve."

she poses a thematic challenge to jaune's cynicism in that she puts a spear through weiss schnee, her own personal symbol of everything she's fighting against, in direct response to jaune telling her nothing matters to him except that his friends live. and then he manifests his semblance. and then cinder murders penny and he can't save her and it's his sword covered in her blood. and now he has to live with that forever.

snaps fingers

the tree is the tower. the lovable idiot stuck in the tree. that tree is death. the reason jaune is so narratively weird is he's anti-theme salem. in cheating his way into beacon he put himself in her tower.

hhh

jeanne d'arc was instrumental in charles vii's campaign to push the british out of france. vacuo just had a short-lived civil war instigated by isolationist monarchists claiming descent from vacuo's royal line, one of whom was top of her class at shade and "would have been a fantastic huntress" if she hadn't dropped out. and her semblance is the inverse of jaune's and she mirrors him in a lot of ways. she might be the summer maiden.

i am so far out on a limb here but

…huh.

the anti-theme salem's ozma ii would be the maiden of destruction.

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Y/N pov

It was a very cold tonight. This years winter is no joke. I looked up at the night sky as small drops of snow fell. I sighed out loud being able to see my breath. I had just enough money to buy a hot chocolate. 

Sitting on a bench near a park, i took the time to close my eyes and process things. Since i was a child i've always have had problem. At a young age i was put into a foster home, once 18 i was forced out of there. Since then I have never had a stable place to live in. 

I took a sip of my drink. Slowly accepting that I was going to have to sleep out here tonight. I let out another sigh, my head dropping down to look at my hands. The cup giving me the slightest bit of warmth.

"y/n? is that you?" i snapped my head up and turned to the voice to see my best friend, Sakura.

I had met her during school, she knew about my situation to an extent. I had to lie to her and tell her that i had a family that was taking care of me as their own.I didnt want to worry her.  she always took my problems as hers and tried to make me feel better, i dont know if her being a year older than me had anything to do with it.

I knew she would be more than willing to let me stay with her and her family but i just didnt want to be a burden. I have been able to keep up the lie until i guess now.

"oh h-hey sakura, how are you?" i tried to play it off, i was still slightly surprised since it was pretty late not much people were out and I didnt expect for Sakura to be out this late either.

"Im okay" she looked at me a bit confused. "what are you doing out here?" she came closer, stopping right in front of me, making me have to look up at her.

"ah y-you know just craving some hot cocoa"my fingers were fidgeting against my drink and looked at her with a nervous smile.

She narrowed her eyes at me when she noticed my movement. It was easy to lie to her when I felt like i wasnt caught. When she gave me that look i felt like she saw right through me. Without any warning, she grabbed my hand and dragged me away.

After a few steps, i looked around to instantly notice the neighborhood around us. We were heading to her apartment. Her apartment that she turned into a home for herself.

Walking into her apartment she sat me down on the couch. She stood in front of me, arms crossed. I took a small moment before looking up at her, she had a serious look on her face. 

"so are you going to tell me what you were really doing out there?" she sat down on an armchair in front of me. I took a big breath and looked down, playing with my fingers trying to avoid her gaze.

I took one more breath then looked up at her and told her everything. There was a long moment of silence once i was done. I couldnt help but get nervous under her intense gaze.

"y/n you're an idoit. You could have just told, like this is something serious. Do you not trust me enough to tell me things like that or what? What kind of best friend am i if im not there for you when you need someone?" she shook her head at me.

"i-its not like that, i just didnt want you to worry about me thats all. When things began with me, you were training to become an idol. I didnt want to be a reason for you to stop pursuing your dreams all because you were worried about helping me." i continued to play with my fingers, still to nervous to look up at her.

There was nothing said after that. I glanced up at her after a few seconds. She looked like she was thinking about something. Then she stood up and sat next to me before looking at me again. i gulped softly, wondering what she was going to tell me now.

"you could live here. Its not so often i get to be home since my schedule usually keeps me busy so, you could stay here." she looked straight at me.

"n-no no, its okay i'll be able to find a place." i shook my hands, denying her offer.

"for what, y/n? so you could just end up getting kicked out again." she looked at me with 'are you serious' face. Then she looked down and mumbled something i couldnt quiet catch."geez your lucky i lov-"

My nervousness changed into confusion. "what did you say?" she looked flustered when i asked her that.

"n-nothing. It was nothing" she turned her face, i could failtly see a pinkish hue on her cheeks.

"come on, I told you everything that has been happening with me, stuff that i never wanted to tell you." i scooted closer to her. " i doubt whatever you have to say is worse than mine." this time I wasnt the one not being able to hold the others gaze.

She took a small breath then looked back up at me. Their was a look of vulnerability in them, making me automatically soften. "p-promise it wont affect us negatively?" she grabbed on of my hands into her, she never once left my gaze.

Usually i didnt like making promises on things i wasnt sure of but that way she was looking at me, I couldnt help but agree. "i promise" my voice lower than i wanted too.

I saw her take a small gulp, her eyes fluttering shut for a second before meeting my gaze again. It looked like she was trying to compose herself. She was hesitance and her breathing was soft. I got lost for a second just admiring her. 

"i......i love you y-y/n." i was slightly taken aback. I would have never thought thats what she wanted to tell me. "i have loved you e-ever since you supported and believed in me when everyone else wouldn't."

I couldnt respond. I was trying to process everything. Her grip on my hand tightened at my silence. Her eyes became a bit worried. "s-say something please." her voice came out shaky but it was enough to snap me out of it.

"I l-love you too" the words slipped out before i could fully think, but i didnt regret it because it was true. "ever s-since i met you." 

"r-really?! why didnt you tell me?" she looked at me surprised and that quickly changed into being frustrated with me

"well why didnt you?" i raised my hands up trying to surrender before she went further.

We both froze for a second before breaking into a fit of laughter. After calming down, we took a small breath and turned to look at each other. 'Sooooo, what now?" she asked softly.

I took this time to notice how close we were. My eyes wondered all around her face. From her eyes, to her nose, to her lips and back up. She noticed my gaze and a blush filled her cheeks. I couldnt help but lean into her. 

Our lips brushed each others, i hesitated a bit, wanting to make sure she wanted this too. Her eyelids flutter closed and that was more than enough. I leaned fully in and captured her lips. The kiss was soft, her hand came and held my shirt.

We pulled away smiling like a couple of idiots. "you dont know how long ive been wanting to do that." I whispered, looking at her like if i was in daze.

"does that mean your staying here." she grinned even wider, her hand slipping under my shirt to carress my skin.

"i'll stay for as long as you want me." I pecked her cheeks.

"hmmm then i guess your staying here forever." she gave me a firm kiss, i melted instantly. "now I say lets go play some games before bed. i need to beat your ass for that one time you somehow you managed to beat me." She rolled her eyes playfully before dragging me to her, well i should say our room now.

Its nice to know that I will always have her to love and support me and i know i will always do that same for her.

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