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[natailiatulls07]

New wag in the paddock

Summary - Being the newest wag in the paddock can be quite daunting but with the right people around you, it's all okay

Warning - None <3

A/n - Slowly easing back into writing?? We'll see lol

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Walking into the paddock with beyond nerve racking, with photographers just inside of the entrance and fans just outside of the entrance - I had no where to hide or breathe.

Luckily walking alongside me with Rebecca Donaldson, Carlos' partner. Because of our partners friendship, we were close friends. She had become someone who'd help me and become like a sister to me in the paddock and even beyond.

This morning particularly she had come over to mine and Landos suite to help me get ready for my first paddock day just after him and Carlos had left. Helping with picking out a gorgeous dress, helping with my makeup and also my hair. Like my own fairy godmother in a way.

'Wow there's a lot of people here...' I whisper in her direction, my eyes took in the busyness of a Sunday morning race day paddock. Next to me, I feel her laugh - She's used to this.

With a soft nod and a slip of an arm round my back, Rebecca is quick to reply. 'Yep it's a race day in Miami, you'll get used to it...' I feel her gently pushing me along, prompiting me not to run back out and go back to the safety of the hotel.

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It wasn't long before she dropped me off at the McLaren hospitality. Wishing me good luck with a hug and a warm smile before I stand pathically watching her leave me to defend for myself - Almost like a child would whilst being dropped off for their first day of school. In a sense, it was exactly that; I had been dropped off and know expected to make friends until someone I knew would come and safe me.

I breathe in, turn on my heel and walk quietly into the McLaren hospitality. Inside it's modern and high tech, obviously very well thought out. There are multiple seating areas, some small groups accompanying a couple. I can smell fresh coffee as I walk over to a small sofa, sitting there anxiously.

Opening my phone, I can already see multiple notification from various social platforms. I hazard a guess that they are mostly all gossip sites tagging me in their posts.

But one notification stands out to me.

It's on instagram, informing me that I've been added to a groupchat. More specifically a groupchat for the f1 wags. My heart warms at their consideration and kindness, so this is what it feels like to be in a big friendship group of girls.

Soon a few messages start to load into the chat;

lilymhe - Heyyy Y/n! Welcome to the group, this is a safe space for you always xx

francisca.cgomes - Yeah all the girls are in this group so we all gossip, vent and help out in here! Girls support girls obv <3

carmenmmundt - Hi sweetheart!

kellypiquet - Literally if you need anything, send a quick message here and we'll help always x

alexandrasaintmleux - Babes I just saw the photos, you look STUNNING!!! <333

I don't even the big smile that forms on my lips, the feeling of acceptance heavy on my mind. Accidently I don't notice the person in front of me until I hear a soft cough. Looking up I recogise Lando trainer, Jon, stood waiting patiently with a small smile. I gasp at my oblivion. 'Oh my gosh, I'm sorry! You haven't been stood there long, gosh how oblivious can I get?' I nervously ramble.

I've only met him a hand full of times and to keep him waiting felt very rude of me. A soft chuckle escapes his lips as he shakes his head, prompting me to breathe out a sigh of relief.

'No don't worry, I came to get you cause you're boyfriend wants to see you before the race starts...' He explains, watching as I quickly gather my things - I don't want to keep him waiting any longer. 'Hey, no need to rush...' He chuckles, sensing my nerves. It'd be hard not to.

Notable I slow down, no longer rushing to collect myself. I let out a soft sigh, a smile screwing itself onto my lips. And once I have everything, I let Jon lead the way through to Landos garage.

As soon as we walk into the garage, my eyes are immediately drawn to Lando who is stood talking to a few engineers. With his classic smile on his face, something I really do adore is watching as he talks about his job - He really does love it, possible more than me.

I stand there for a few seconds, not wanting to intrude on his conversation. Around me the team work around the garage, clearly buzzing with pre race excitement, nerves and preparation - Something Jon went along with when we arrived.

Then suddenly, I feel eyes on me and I notice Lando walking towards me enthusiastically. As soon as I am in arms reach, I feel his arms slip comfortably around my waist. 'Hi...' I smile, slipping my own arms around his neck. 'How are you doing?'

Lando takes a few seconds, just staring lovingly at me before smirking. 'Good, better now that you're here. How did this morning go? You and Rebecca get here alright?' He questioned, very grateful that I had someone to join this morning.

I nod keenly, moving on to explain about my morning as my hand start to play with some of his mullet. 'Oh I was added to the wag groupchat, they're all really nice people. They said that I can talk to them about anything and ask for advice you know. I've only really met Rebecca so they don't they even know me but they still like accept me, I thought that was the sweet thing ever...' Unintentionally I go onto ramble about the other wags befriending me, only really stopping when I notice his gaze and gentle warm smile. 'Sorry I'm rambling...'

Looking around us, I can see some engineers watching curiously. A mix of his gaze on me, my realization and the engineers watching all make me blush deeply. 'No it's okay...'

His british cuts through my thoughts, reassuring me. 'I'm really happy that you got them beside you, they know what you're going through a lot more than I will ever so that's great!' One of his hands moves up to caress my cheek lovingly.

A comfortable silence falls on us for a few seconds, before I speak up once again. 'So are you ready for the race today? Is the car good?' I ask, despite not really understanding the sport I'm desperate to learn through Lando.

He turns, watching as the engineers do their final preperations and work and nodding confidently. 'Yeah all good! I've got my good luck charm with me and the car is set to do magic today!' Even the way he explains everything, there is a lot of excitement in his voice. I nod, careful to take in all the information he's telling me.

Our conversation continues for a few more minutes before he's notified that he has to make a move to get the car out onto the track. Quick Lando turns back towards me, smiling and pulling me into a tender kiss. 'I love you! Wish me luck!'

I return the same energy and excitement. 'Good luck Lan! You've got this! I love you too!'

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[retiredteabag]

soft Toji dog-sitting for a generous!reader

pt. 1 - pt. 2 - pt. 3 - pt. 4 - pt. 5 - pt. 6

cw for this chapter: discussion of assault (reader)

synopsis: Toji was quite accustomed to objectifying himself for a check. And to be frank, far worse actions as well. Now he’s not sure what to do with himself after meeting the kind and generous owner of the dog he pet-sits for.

read along as Toji grows more comfortable around you despite his past.

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Try as he might, Toji could not escape the sounds of your frightened voice from the night prior. He slept horribly, tossing from his side to his back only to stare up at your ceiling fan. When he finally got up, he busied himself with cleaning the house before your return.

You had told him not to worry about staying past the afternoon, that you expected to be back in time to feed the dog, but Toji insisted on staying. He wanted to see you. More importantly, he wanted to speak to you. There were several things he would have liked to have spoken about, but the one thing weighing on his mind was what had happened the night prior.

Your desperate apologies, your wavering voice. All of it felt so disconcerting.

So Toji stayed.

He stayed and washed the sheets, stayed and made up the bed, stayed and swept the floors.

He was a decisive man. If he wanted to do something? Consider it done. So why? Why was he second-guessing himself when he heard your car pull up the driveway? Why did his heart pound as if he was in some kind of danger? Why did he find himself pacing, looking for something to occupy himself with? All so he didn't seem like he was waiting for you.

But he was, he was waiting for you.

A pause permeated the foyer and kitchen when he heard you open the door and for a moment his throat felt tight, you hadn't seen him yet. His grip on the rag he was "washing dishes" with tightened. He heard a light gasp and spun around. Finally.

"Toji! I didn't realize you were here, I didn't see your car." You spun around to peek out the window, Toji dropped the towel and moved to the island. Closer to you. To observe you. You looked fine.

"Glad you made it back. He's been waiting for you." Toji pointed to the dog that was currently bounding around you in a show of tender love.

You kneeled down and scratched the dog's neck. "Thank you so much for watching him, I know how much he loved your company, but, Toji, how did you get here?"

He smiles, "Took the bus, needed gas." He didn't, he just wanted an excuse to stay. But by the look on your face, this was clearly the wrong response.

"Oh, my- Toji! Oh! You should have said, I would pay for your gas!" You had shot up at his statement and were looking at him with embarrassed disappointment.

"Oh please" He rolled his eyes, "You're plenty generous enough."

"I don't want you riding the bus at night, I'll give you a ride, or I can order you an Uber, like before."

Toji was thinking fast, why were you so keen on his leaving? Was it because you were uncomfortable? Or did you feel like it was a burden for him to stay? Whatever the answer, he was still caught up on the fact that you didn't want him riding the bus. How silly, to worry about his safety.

"Nah, it's no problem, I was staying here regardless." He shrugged.

"Was everything alright? Did you have everything you needed?" You smile at him and he eases a breath, okay, no more talk of leaving.

"Everything and then some. You've got a real nice place." He took a step closer to scratch the dog's ear. "Good trip?"

He didn't want to push. He wouldn't. But he couldn't help the curiosity. Especially when he watched your face falling at his question.

"Oh... yes, well" You sighed, shrugged, and avoided eye contact. "Work, you know."

"So..... not a good time." Toji tried for a tone of joviality but your eyes did not brighten.

"No. Wish I could've been here." You spoke so quietly that he could barely hear. He was worried that, within a moment, you would call him a cab, or usher him to your BMW. This was it.

Toji had been hungry for information since your text. It was for no reason other than his experience with law enforcement that he stayed up last night. Thinking about what type of situation you were in.

"Can I ask you a question?" Toji began, your head whipping to his face, nodding slightly, "It's about last night."

He noticed instantly- your eyebrows rose, along with your shoulders. You took a breath in as your chin lifted up. Unaware to you, your arms encircled your torso. You were so easy to read.

You didn't speak though. Toji took the silence once again. "Something happened, while you were away." Not a question, he realized as it came out. Damn, what was he saying? You didn't respond and he scrambled for the right words.

"Did-I mean. Did something happen?" So eloquent.

You sighed, looking at your shoes. Right on cue, your dog whimpered at your feet. "Yeah...' You draw it out, there's humor in your tone. "I didn't want to go on the trip anyway." Sighing, you look up at the ceiling, Toji gets the feeling that you were speaking to yourself.

"Didn't realize you saw a lot of crime in your business." How is it he can hold eye contact so steadily? How is it he can look through to your soul?

"Hmm?" You raise a brow, and then your eyes grow, "Oh! No! No! I don't." He laughs from his chest. The prospect of criminal activity leaves you aghast. "It wasn't a crime! Well..." You begin that mumbling "talking-to-yourself" way of speech, "Not a serious one, I've had problems with him for ages now."

Toji stops. You stop. You said too much.

"Him?" Toji's brows are stitched tightly together. Had he misheard?

"Oh!" You begin, catching his eyes that are glued to you. "It's not serious. If it was I would do something. It's not that!" You huff out, “Not like that…”

But Toji hadn't said anything. He remains silent. Waiting for you to continue. The dog begins to pace. You run a hand through your hair and then wave nonsensically as if to ward off the air around you.

"Who are we talking about." Toji's voice has only once sounded like this. It had sounded this way over the phone that night he carried your dog a mile, drove him to the vet, and silently watched you bandage his hands.

It had sounded like this when he was desperate.

"Aagh!" You shook your head. Dispelling some unhappy thought or memory. "I'm not... really supposed to be speaking about all this. It's been handled." You wave your hands dramatically, making a show of finding the time, you start up again, "Oh goodness, look at the clock, Toji let me get you a ride so you can be home for dinner!"

"I'd like to hear about this actually." He doesn't move. He slowly maneuvers his head to follow your gaze. "Having trouble with a co-worker?"

Toji had his fair share of experiences with unsavory characters in his time working in different industries. They were never too difficult to handle, though.

You laugh painfully, "Unfortunately, yeah, but there's really nothing to do..." Your making "shooing" motions with your hands again, motioning between him and the door.

"That why you didn't wanna go on this trip?" He watches your motion - ignores it.

"Gosh, yes. You know how it goes." Toji hums.

"Police involved?" He watches you. Your hands shiver to a stop, you turn to meet his eyes, suddenly still.

"No." You look at him. "No, it was handled before that."

"But he wasn't fired." His head slants to the left.

"No reason to fire him." You're looking at him differently now. You sound different now. Finite. Tired.

"Well, if police could be involved, there has to be some reason." He looks at you, but you're not speaking. You're not smiling. You're not moving.

"He was the one to make you cry that night." He asks, but it's not a question this time either.

"I think you should go get dinner, Toji." You speak softly, but there is really no room for disagreement allowed.

"There's gotta be something, just tell your boss if you don't wanna work with some dickhead." He's trying to help, he is, but it's coming out all wrong. He doesn't know the situation, and he's never had a real job before, he doesn't know - that even though your position is one of power - although you are high up in a huge conglomerate - although you have a million opportunities in front of you that he's never been offered - although you make real, honest money - some of the most evil people are in those positions as well.

And things that, he, a killer, a prostitute, a gambler, a criminal, could never imagine even in his most dark moments, go on, under the veil of the shiny "opulence" so easily desired.

"He's not just a colleague, Toji." Your sentences are chopped as they leave your lips. Toji realized suddenly that the only reason you're speaking now is because he has obviously made you upset. "He's a stakeholder's son. And everyone loves him. Trust me. I've reported him before. But nothing comes of it. It just." You sigh, detached. "It just makes me look bad. He's popular and charismatic, and everyone thinks he's.... he's the best! So there. He can do what he wants. He can touch who he wants. He can make decisions for everyone else. And there's nothing I can do, actually."

Toji is taken aback, and your dog huffs at your legs, "I'm sorry..." You mutter behind your hands. Likely embarrassed at your lengthy diatribe. But Toji takes no notice of your apology.

"He touched you?" There is something new now, something Toji does understand, and this, this will not happen again, he is sure of it.

"Just briefly. And he was drunk. So what does it matter." Your hands remain in front of your face. A grievously aggravated tone in your voice for the first time.

"It matters all the same. It matters- it matters-" Toji is racing for the right thing to say but he’s never been good with words.

He has experienced being touched when he did not like it. He had experienced allowing somethings to happen for a dollar. But he had never been in the position of being attacked. He had never been the weaker of two people. But you, he cannot image such a feeling. Such a feeling being completely uncontrolled.

And suddenly he's remembering your texts, your jittery voice, your apologies and he wants to puke.

"Why not go to the police. Something must be done. Y/n, please."

"I can't." He bends down to see your sunken face, trying to spot any tears. "What if nothing happens? What if I make a fool of myself? What if- Toji, what if I lose my job?"

Seeing now, the darkness within what he believed to be grandeur, he wonders if you are really any better off than he.

"You won't. Y/n- I, I can do it. I can get this... handled." His mind is flooded with memories, a man, someone who worked for his handler, he was good with technology, good with blackmail. His thoughts were interrupted by a chuckle.

"No-Toji, that can't happen. It just... I don't think that's possible. I'm just." You heave a breath, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said a thing. I think I'm just tired. It's okay."

"No." He's shaking his head. Slow. But you don't hear him. You've closed him off. You've resigned yourself and he wonders, sickeningly, how long you have been resigned for.

That night grew dark faster than either of you knew. You had told him not to think about it. You told him to let it go. But that night, reminded of a similar evening he spent in a car that was paid to bring him back to his apartment. He considered the situation.

When he climbed his way into his dark apartment, he did not hesitate. Measured steps brought him to the ventilation above the stove in his kitchen. He reached up, grabbed the flip phone found there, a burner he knew remained.

He didn't even mull it over before he sent the text.

"Need a favor. Call me."

And he didn't sleep that night until he'd been back in contact with the man he thought he was done working with for good.

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[sanemistar]

᧔o᧓ satoru x fem!reader, established relationship (husband and wife), talks of aging, this is a little self indulgent, but i hope you still enjoy it <3

you stare at your reflection in the mirror for a couple of long moments, and you notice that you’ve gained some new white hair strands which makes you realize that you’re growing old. you’re fully aware that it’s only natural and it’s a part of the aging process, but you’re too young to be having that much white hair, you’re only in your twenties. so you can’t help but feel quite insecure.

you’re too lost in your own thoughts to notice that satoru, your husband, is fondly looking at you from across the room. he slowly approaches you from behind and before you even get a chance to react, he back hugs you. his chin finds itself a home on the top of your head, and his arms are wrapped tightly around your shoulders.

“what’s got you so lost in your thoughts, sweetheart?” he lifts his chin, tilting his head slightly to the side as he hums softly against your ear, and your ears instantly turn red. despite being married to him for years now, your body instinctively reacts like this whenever satoru is this close to you. you’re hesitant to tell him how you feel, but words start to escape your lips naturally.

“i’m just worried about aging quicker than i should.. i have a lot of white hair already, what if i become ugly and you don’t love me anymore? i won’t be able to handle that, toru.” you almost cry pouring out your insecurities onto your husband, not even daring to look him in the eyes. but he lifts your chin up and forces your eyes to meet his majestic ocean blue ones, and then he lightly flicks your forehead, which you feel taken aback by.

“so that was what you were too busy thinking about? you’ll rock that white hair! plus, we’ll be matching together. i already have white hair, you know? so you’re not gonna be the only one.” he chuckles, not because he’s making fun of your insecurities–he would never dare to–but because it’s something he has never been bothered with, you’re the most beautiful woman in his eyes, that’s a fact that will never change no matter how much time passes by, so some white hairs won’t affect how he sees you. satoru has never loved you for your looks, but for your unique and charming personality.

“and what’s with that talk about the possibility of me not loving you anymore, that’s just impossible. you’ll always be my one and only wife, i love you.” he reassures you ever so sweetly, and you smile fondly at your husband while he leaves a trail of soft kisses all over your cheeks and neck. you can clearly tell he’s being genuine, you feel his strong love for you slowly wiping away all your insecurities, as you feel relief wash over you.

one thing satoru never fails to do is to make you feel loved and adored, he’s been doing so every single day since your marriage. because to him, you, his beloved wife, are the only one in this world that is worth being loved.

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[ninjagobythenumbers]

Bechdel Testing Ninjago

So, a little while ago I did the Bechdel test on Ninjago because I've always seen the show as sort of an interesting case study in how women are portrayed in cartoons. Of course, I'm aware the Bechdel test originated as a joke and something passing the Bechdel test doesn't make it feminist/not. Rather, or for me at least, it's an indication of how deficient female representation can be at an aggregate scale. As a way to analyze Ninjago, I feel it works as it shows how female representation over the course of the show. If you're interested I'll now discuss my thoughts on how the analysis went season by season. DISCLAIMER: I did this for fun.

The pilot was easy. Nya's the only one, so test failed across the board. The first episode that passed the test was when Jay's parents came to visit. Yay Edna! Mystake does show up in episode 7 but, I don't count it as she has not yet been named. 12&13 had a kid's mom in a bus which I decided was enough cus hey, Mom's a name she uses.

Here's where we really get going. Patty Keys, their real estate agent continues to show up through seabound as a background character, which is pretty cool imo. Episode 5, Mystake finally gets named. Episode 6 was huge for my chart as it's the introduction of Misako. You'd think episode 7 is when her and Nya talked but that's actually when Nya and Gayle had a lil convo. From then on I spent the episodes just staring at the Nya and Misako thinking "talk to her talk to her talk to her." Fortunately, when they did speak, Nya and Misako would be discuss like science, maps, and fate of the world so I never ran into a problem with rule 3. That is, until Rebooted.

The good news is Pixal's here so it'll be years before we fail rule 1 again. The bad news is we've got a love triangle so goodbye rule 3. Nya actually talked to her student, Sally, and Pixal quite often but it was so often about Jay or Cole so I would just be scouring the episode for a single exchange where they talked about anything else. During the Tournament, Nya, Pixal, Skylor, and Misako were all in different groupings and it was rare that Tox or Camille would say something so no rule 2/3 successes until late season.

The good news is, the love triangle is over so we're back to rule 2 usually meaning rule 3. The bad news is, Pixal's in Zane's head so we're back to hoping Misako and Nya say something to eachother. Nya usually shared her scenes with Wu, Ronin, and Jay during these seasons so chances were few and far between. However, unlike the first few seasons where the default was male, we're now getting some female henchmen (Bansha and Dogshank) so that made things easier.

Thank you for being in Day of the Departed Edna Walker. Early Hands of Time was tough because Nya, Misako, and Commander Macchia were rarely in the same scenes. In the latter half of the season though, we thankfully see the return of Pixal. Maya also helped us with some wins.

What a breath of fresh air. Thanks to Harumi & Ultraviolet's introduction, Pixal's return, Mystake's upgrade to a reoccuring character, and Nya & Misako's continued support, failing even rule 3 is pretty rare during the Oni Trilogy. We run into some complications during Hunted because though we have Skylor and the aforementioned characters in Ninjago and Faith & Jet Jack in the First Realm, sometimes people don't talk to eachother. And that's ok. Overall, smooth sailing.

Ah??!? What happened. Worry not. I realized this was, in part, because the Oni Trilogy had 20 minutes worth of chances for women to speak to eachother, these were only 10 minute episodes. So, for the sake of comparable units of analysis, I considered each pair of episodes to be 1 episode. I'll show both charts until DR.

It looks a little better, but it's still not at Oni Trilogy levels. Still, I'd be curious to see what the test would look like if I dissected the earlier episodes into 10 minute chunks because it's probably not a great sign if 10 v 20 minutes makes such a big difference. Ok, proceeding. The Fire Chapter was usually pretty successful because Pixal, Aspheera, or Nya would usually end up talking at one point or another. Gayle even helped at one point. The Ice chapter usually achieved successes through Nya talking to Sorla. In one episode, I counted the Preminent's roars as conversation with Pixal. The Ice Chapter had quite a few failures largely because, as in previous seasons, all the women were split up.

Despite the fact that Nya was one of the longest lived ninja, Prime Empire has total failures at levels not seen since before season 2. This is largely because for the most part, Pixal and Nya are never in the same episode. Racer 7 helps but she was only there for a bit. I should point out that I feel like the 10 minute era is really when Pixal starts feeling like part of the team to me. She's always part of homebase meetings and always plays a key part in missions. Alas, if she's not in episodes with Nya, that's not going to show up on my chart. It's a reminder of the fact this test doesn't show substance.

Master of the Mountain is similar to the other seasons of its era. The fact the 10 minute era tended to show its plots episode by episode (ex: Ep 3 = Plot A, Ep 4 = Plot B, Ep 5 = Plot C) rather than all in one really takes a toll on the test. For the most part, Nya and Vania were our only chances for success and it was rare they'd share an episode. We also had the rare rule 3 failure with the Queen of the Munce episode. Thanks Jay. The Island only had Nya until they found Misako, so it was struggling even more.

It feels right to see all green when it's a Nya season. In the beginning of Seabound, they put Nya, Pixal, and Maya on a boat together and by jove it made things easy. Late season was a bit trickier because Nya was on her own journey. Crystalized had Skylor, Pixal and some ressurected villains saving the day. Late Crystalized is the way it is because it had so, so many different groupings. I have a chart based on groupings and this season was such a challenge.

I really felt the difference with Dragons Rising. I mean, you can see the difference, but it was even more clear when doing my data collection because it was just so easy. Rather than grabbing at scraps of dialogue like I had to do in early seasons, there was often a wealth of more meaningful conversation between female characters to choose from. As with the Oni Trilogy, a female villain with a female henchman makes things easy because they scheme together. We also had Nya and Sora on a joint quest. Funnily enough, there is a rare rule 3 failure because Sora and Kreel only talked about Kreel's friend in one episode. Episode 17 had the classic split up issue and actually would've failed entirely if not for Agent Underwood, which is actually a great example of my next point. You can really tell how male is no longer the default because not only is there the introduction of all the fantastic new female main characters, but also there's plenty of random female characters scattered throughout. I haven't seen DRS2P2 yet but I expect it'll be more of the same. I should mention I also made a chart with the reverse (two named men in an episode who talk about eachother about something besides a woman). Only three episodes fail in any capacity. (Say thank you to the Akita, Pixal, and Harumi solo episodes). If you read this whole thing, thank you. I had a lot of fun doing it. Let me know if there's any other charts I can do!

[tojissidewhore]

gojo isn’t the type of person to flaunt about how much money he has.

sure he’s wealthy, and boy he knows it. but why would that be of any concern to anybody else.

i definitely think his love language is gift giving, so he buys you a lot of expensive shit pretty much any chance he gets. weather it’s some expensive jewelry or something that reminded him of you.

point is, you know he has money, but exactly how much is uncertain to you. both of you never really talked about money, it all kind of sorted itself out naturally.

you tried to bring it up once, when you moved in together. you moved into gojos apartment so you had offered to help out with rent, but he shushed you pretty quickly, telling you not to worry about it and that it was no way near an inconvenience for him.

so instead you did more things around the house, it was your way of paying him back.

you had been dating for five years and living together for about two, when you found out just how rich your boyfriend actually was.

it was your five year anniversary and satoru wanted to make it special. so he had taken you out for dinner to a nice fancy restaurant.

"how was your food?" he asked, arms tucked underneath his chin looking at you as you finished your plate.

"good" you answered with a smile. yes your food was good, and yes the restaurant was nice. but after 3 hours of sitting there, watching the waiters put on a show and what not, you were ready to go home and have your man all to yourself.

a grin formed his face reading your thoughts exactly. when the waitress came to get your plates gojo made sure to ask for the bill, and 3 minutes later she was back with the check.

he fumbled through his wallet searching for his credit card. he paused for a second looking up at you, then back down to his wallet pulling out a card you didn’t recognize.

this credit card was black, while the one that you knew was a basic gold one. of course you knew the significance of the card he had just retrieved from his wallet (and the waitress very obviously as well, by the way her face changed at the sight of it) but you didn’t know that your boyfriend possessed such a card. he hadn’t mentioned it once.

“so, how is it that i did not know about your black amex card?” you asked discreetly. you weren’t trying to pry on him but you were genuinely curious about it.

“I guess because I almost never use it?” he said, looking at you without turning his head. “why?” he asked pulling your body closer, a small smirk forming.

“just curious” you answered cuddling into him.

“you sure?" he asked raising concerned brow.

"yea, i just didn’t know you had two cards."

"actually," he paused grinning. “i have three, or rather two and a half."

you pulled back confused. satoru lifted himself up a little bit, enough to reach over to the night stand to grab his wallet. he took out another card which you did not recognize.

"here," he said handing you over the card. “i set up a dual account for us. i know you have your account and you’re good, but you know. just in case." he smiled happily.

"i can’t accept this satoru. how the hell can you manage three accounts?"

"it’s fine baby, it’s yours as well as mine. you don’t have to feel bad about it. presides i don’t ever use my black card, i don’t need it. i just forgot mine at home earlier."

you knew the requirements or reasons to get to own a card like that, yet he rarely used it? what kind of things did he buy with this card? okay, yea. this boy had money.

later that week, after getting all of the account information from satoru, you decided to register with your phone just to have a view of the account. and god let me tell you, you almost dropped your phone.

[sarah-bear706318]

Chasing Storms and Finding Love. Chapter 3:

Series Summary: When Tyler's baby sister joins him and his team for a season she seems to catch the eye of a certain StormPar member much to her brothers dismay... will she listen listen to her big brother or follow her heart?

Chapter summary: Tyler talks to the rest of the wranglers about the possibility of teaming up with StormPar. Reader goes on her first chase and it doesn't go as she thought it would and Scott gets worried watching the stream and seeing things going south.

Pairing: Scott Miller X fem!reader, Tyler Owens x sister!reader

Warnings: Sneaking around, Pissed off Tyler, Love Struck Scott, ALOTS of kissing, A little age gap, Cussing, Drinking, Storms(duh), Falling in love, Slow burn

@nikkicloudie @papichulo120627

As you walk into the diner you look around trying to find the crew, it doesn't take you long to spot them in a large rounded booth in a back corner. They all seem to have coffee and and are just chatting with each other,waiting for you and Tyler.

"Morning crew" Tyler greets his crew

"Good morning yall" You greet everyone with a small smile

The crew say their good morning and all start scooching over to make room for you and your brother to slide in. You end up in sitting in between your brother and Boone.

You all look over the menu, everything looks so good,y ou see about 15 things you want to order. It's safe to say your mouth was watering. About 10 minutes of looking the waitress is back at the table and taking everyone's orders.

When it's your turn you order the cinnamon roll pancakes and a side of bacon. Once everyone has place their orders the waitress collects all the menus and heads to the back.

"So T what did you want to talk to us about" Boone ask looking over to your brother

"Before I say anything I want yall to keep an open mind and listen to what I have to say before you comment or give an answer" Tyler says looking at his crew, seeing them all nod and promising they would.

"So we know they are predicting this to be the biggest busiest and the longest storm seaon in over 40 years right" he pauses and looks to his crew before continuing.

"So as I was getting coffee for me and Y/n this morning and saw Javi, got to talking and we think it would be a good idea if the wranglers and stormpar to team up for some chases. What does everyone think of that? I'll him no everyone isn't on board."

You kinda tuned out while they were all discussing the partnership. You weren't an official member of the wranglers so even you want the partnership to happen it wasn't up to you, so you sat quietly scrolling through your Instagram.

When the food arrives you place your phone your phone down and dig right in to your pancakes, and they were amazing. So amazing your brother tried to sneak a bite but you just stab him with your fork.

As you are all eating Javi and Scott walk up to the table, and Scotts eyes immediately land on you.

"So Owens your crew on board" Javi ask Tyler.

"Yeah they are as long as they can still film and help after the storm like we always do"

"Yeah that's fine with me what about you Scott?" Javi looks over to Scott who's eyes are still on you. When he doesn't replyJavi nudges his arm. Scott looks away and between your brother and Javi before answering "Yeah that's fine as long as the work isn't affected and we still get the data and you get me in as little as possible"

"Yeah man I film everything so I'll do my best not to get you in to many frames" Boones says to Scott.

Scott nods, and Javi and Tyler set up a time for later that night to sit down and hash everything out. Before they walk away Scott looks over and smiles and bids you a good-bye, you don't see it but you can feel your cheeks heating up as you smile and say bye back.

"Ohhh I think Y/n had a bit of an admirer" Lily says looking at you

"I didn't even know Scott knew how to smile" Dani chimes in.

"That's enough I already told her it's not happening" Tyler looks to his crew then over to you.

"And I already told I'm grown and do as I please big brother" you say to Tyler. "Now are you gonna pay for your little sisters breakfast" You ask with a smile taking a sip of your dr.pepper.

"Yeah yeah I'll pay for ya" Tyler says rolling his eyes waving the waitress over. "You are a pain in my ass you know that right" Tyler says looking over at you. You take a big bite of your pancakes and smile before saying "I know but you love me" and Tyler just rolls his eyes

The waitress comes over and starts asking how the bill is gonna be spilt "I got myself and my sister" Tyler says pointing to you. "Oh sir your sisters meal been taken care" the while table looks around confused before Tyler ask "Who paid for her food?"

"The taller man with the hat that was over here talking to you asked me to put her meal on his bill" Your jaw drops and you know you're blushing hard at this point. Tyler has a look that is a mixture of annoyed and pissed as he hand his card to the waitress to pay for his own food, the rest of the crew are doing their best to hold back their laughs.

Once your outside Tyler goes to his truck and looks at the radar while your eyes scan the parking lot for Scott, you can't believe he paid for your breakfast and you really want to thank him.

"Hey little sister you ok with riding shot gun while wrangling your first tornado, there is a good strong cell over the east come look and put that PhD to work"

You walk over and look at the radar and just as Tyler said the cell to the east is looking very strong and looking to be moving fast, so it shouldn't be more to big of a tornado.

"Hell yeah" you say giving your brother a high five and a big smile.

"OK great, crew get your last bathroom break and drinks we leave in 10" Tyler yells his crew

After using the restroom and paying for yours and Tyler's drinks you walk out of the gas station and run right into someone. You are about to fall when 2 hands catch you. You look up and come face to face with Scotts blues eyes, and you swear you feel your heart stop and the skin on your arms where he is hold you up tingle.

"Oh my gosh Scott I am so sorry I wasn't looking where I was going, are you ok"

"Yeah I'm fine are you ok" Scott says with a smile with his hands on your arms

"I'm fine I promise again im really sorry"

"Please don't apologize no harm done" he says.

You both stand there a few seconds in silence just looking at one another before Scott breaks the silence. "Yall heading to the east"

"Yeah the cell looks promising hopefully everything goes good for my first chase" You look up and Scott can see the hint of fear in your eyes and that makes him worried. After a few seconds you break the silence.

"Oh I wanted to thank you for breakfast that was so sweet of you, but you really didn't have to do that I was going to make my brother pay for it" you laugh and look at the ground. "You're welcome it wasn't a problem at all" Scott says with a smile while chewing his gum. Before you can say anything else you hear your brother yelling your name. You look over and see him standing by his truck with his arms crossed looking very annoyed.

"I guess I better go before he comes over here. I'll see you later?" You ask with a little hope in your voice.

"Yeah I'll see you later, have fun on your first chase, don't get to crazy" Scott says with a smile

"I'll try but you know my brother and his crew" you say with a little laugh as a stray piece hair falls into your face. Before you can move it yourself you feel Scotts hand reach up and brush it behind your ear

"Yeah I do, so do me a favor and be careful sweetheart" Scott says softly with a smile reaching his eyes

"You too" you say with a smile and a face heating up. You walk away still smiling at the nickname and thinking about how he pushed your hair from your face. There was defiantly growing between you and Scott, you could feel it in your soul.

You make it to your brothers truck only to be met with his scowl. "I dont wanna hear it Tyler" you say has you hand your brother his energy drink. Tyler goes to say something but the look on your face makes him decides against it, instead he rolls his eyes and opens the door for you.

As your brother is driving and chatting with Boone in the back seat you are keeping an eye on the radar, and your mind on Scott. You can's stop thinking about the feeling you got when he pushed the stray hair behind your ear, it was a simple yet intimate exchange but it made your heart skip a beat.

You're brought out of your thoughts by your brother saying your name. "Y/n we're about to start the stream you ready for your camera debut" Tyler says looking over to you with a smile. "Ready as I'll ever be" You smile back feeling a bit nerves but excited at the same time. Next thing you know your brother is hitting a button on the camera to start the steam.

"Howdy yall and welcome back. Today is going to be a very special chase because I have joining us is my baby sister Dr. Y/n Owens, yes you heard that right Dr. She just graduated from UT Austin with her PhD in meteorology and is joining us for the season. So everyone say hello to my beautiful baby sister. Tyler turns the camera over to you.

"Hey yall its amazing to be here with my big brother and his crew, I'm so excited for my first up close chase hopefully my brother and Boone dont go wild" You say with a smile and looking at the camera.

Little did you know a certain other chaser tuning in to the stream on his laptop

Scott's POV:

Scotts decides since StormPar is sitting this storm out he'll tune into the Wranglers Stream. He told Javi he was only going to watch it so he can see what they got themselves into by partnering with them, Javi just nodded not believing a thing his friend says just sits down and watches with him

As starts the stream he hears Tyler introduce his sister, he watches as you say hey to the viewers. "Hey yall its amazing to be here with my big brother and his crew, I'm so excited for my first up close chase hopefully my brother and Boone dont to go wild" You say with a smile and looking at the camera. Scott can't help but smile

"Don't go to wild really coming from a former Texas Longhorns cheerleader AND sorority sister who use to live for wild parties" Tyler says with a smirk to his sister

"shut up that was different that was beer pong, keg stands,and cheering on my Longhorns HOOK EM" Y/n says then looks at the camera and hold up the longhorns hand sign. "Not driving into a tornado risking death"

"Man Owens never anything about Y/n being a cheerleader or a sorority girl but both man that's hella hot" Javi says looking at the screen watching the stream, Scott eyes snap to Javi with a look ready to kill. That was his girl(well hes hoping will be his girl) and he didnt like the comment from his partner

They both continue to watch, and Scott has rolled his eyes to many times to count, and lets out an "you have got to be kidding me" as Tyler says something about shooting fireworks into an active tornado. But look in Y/n eyes and the smile on her face makes him smile to himself, she look to be having a great time until her faces changes.

"Damn it the anchors arent deploying" Tyler says

"What the fuck Ty how the hell does that happen fix them now" Scott can hear the fear in your voice

"I'm working on it Y/n, Boone hand me that screw driver i think the trigger is jammed"

"Screw it just hit the gas and drive Tyler i dont feel like dying today"

"Were not gonna die little sis just give me a second"

"Tyler i mean it screw the tornado just dive get away from it"

"Y/n its to close if i drive off that could put us in more danger"

Scott is hearing her argument with her brother, and can see her with your knees to her chest, the truck is shaking and he can see the tornado getting closer. He feels helpless, he just wants to wrap her in his arms and get her out of that truck.

"Got it" he hears Tyler say and Scott lets out a breath he didnt know he was holding.

Y/N POV:

You feel the truck start anchor but you still have your knees to your chest and head down.

"Y/n look up" you hear brother say and you slowly left your head and what you see is completely breath taking. You stare out the window in awe looking at a grey wall twisting around and right in the center you see an opening of blue. You are so fixed on what is going on around you you don't even notice Boone or his camera pointing at you.

Your brother sits watching you with a smile and it reminds him of when you were little and would sit and watch a storm from the porch swing.

When the tornado passes, Tyler opens his door to get out with Boone and his camera hot on his heels. You open your own door and step out watching as the tornado moves away and disappears back into the sky.

"So little sister what did you think of your first time in a tornado"

"That was incredible Ty" you yell and jump on your brothers back laughing, Boone filming you and your brother laughing at how so much alike you bother are.

Tyler turns to the camera, you still on his back "Looks like my baby sister might just use the fancy PhD for storm chasing" he says to the camera. "As long as your truck doesn't malfunction again I just might" you say with a laugh.

Tyler laughs and turns to the camera "Well another chase done join us next time and as always IF YOU FEEL IT" "CHASE IT" you yell before your brother can finish.

[0ne-eyed-ghost]

Hello to the basement.... Update on soul's reference progress ! [Also bringing heart reference things I missed that I got asked abt & A cute little doodle to boot :]] People were curious on the lil' valves and vessels connecting around heart's well. Heart ! It connects to the main ring that keeps him properly alive and upright, the heart monitor one ! Also completely forgot to give a proper hand reference on his reference; his nails are pretty chipped and chewed on typically but he does paint them like the rest <3 I ALSO GOT ASKED TO EXPLAIN SOME DESIGN CHOICES!! Some are themed off literal direct lyrics such as Mind singing 'I'm sure you really sang your Heart out' And then I took it literally :] The eye themed ring is supposed to be closed on the outside; but only open on the inside - Self centered, only focusing on what he's feeling [especially at such an intense degree] He can genuinely see through the inner eyes, even as useless as they may sound- But the eye ring and moon-themed rings can disconnect ! [Input frisbe joke here] Only one that should not be removed would be well. The one closely shown in the picture above; As it'd literally flatline him instantly :sob: There's 3 total to help him balance out his over-all state of wellbeing, becoming a sort of security blanket type thing for him? Mainly to cover up his actual eyes missing. [I might draw what it looks like at some later date, depends if I get asked :]] Untied shoes because who has time 4 that... :boom: More like he just doesn't feel like it's something he should worry about, just another 'safety measure' that he'd rather not deal with ! [He trips often for this exact reason and blames someone tripping him- Even though neither of the other 2 were nearby] Feel free to ask more in the comments or something I'd love to answer stuff !!!! :pray:

[littlest-bugz]

The Collective You

[one system's brief advice about accepting the idea of the collective you]

One of the best pieces of system advice started from a tumblr post and was elaborated by my DID specialist. I can't find the original tumblr post that started it, so I'm making a little post of my own <3 Share the knowledge. and also hope that someone can link the original post lol.

When I was REALLY going through it™ with my first diagnosis w/ DID, and a lack of integration, all of my alters felt like separate individuals, some of us feeling as distanced as a coworker or a stranger altogether. We were just getting a grasp on internal communication between all of our subsystems, and it was rough. We felt so entirely differentiated that we were our own people trapped in one body. While I don't really care about what language you use, all alters in CDDs are a part of one person [there's only one body and brain]- the collective you.

So obvs, I'm scrolling tumblr like the chronically online doomscroller that I am, and I see this post that goes along the line of not knowing who you are, but knowing you are 'you', regardless of who you are [referring to alters]. And it said something like "we're all me enough to pick up our meds"- something like that. iirc it was a half light hearted, half advice post, but that was really good advice for me. I kind of internalized it after I processed it in therapy. It's actually why I have started to love parts language lately tbh.

After further processing this idea in therapy, Identity Confusion stopped mattering in the grand scheme of things. I focused less on worrying about who I was, and just focused on the fact that I'm me. Just like the post I saw- We are all me. The example of all being me enough to pick up my medications just applied, like, everywhere. Even when it came down to the smallest things- with coping with other symptoms too.

Oh? I don't like coffee right now? I guess I should switch to something else. [differentiated alters]

Oh? I have barely any drawing skills right now? Okay, really sucks but I can work on something else and come back to it later. [skill variance between alters]

Oh? I have to go to a doctor's appointment? I know I'll forget that- Gotta write a list, and put it up on the board so I remember. [day to day amnesia]

You know what happened? My dissociation got better! Not immediately or entirely, obviously, and my memory [re amnesia] still sucks, but that's part of the disorder- plus other disorders that I have. This idea of the collective you is something that I think is really beneficial to all CDD systems, especially during the mid to later stages of recovery.

I, admittedly, credit most of my healing to conversations I have had with my DID specialist. Especially since, without her, I wouldn't have been able to process this idea of the collective me further, but the conversation wouldn't have been started if I hadn't seen that post on tumblr. This was a budding concept with us due to the separation we had. It helped with integration. GRANTED... Not every alter got the memo, obviously, but It's something that I'm still working on. Of course, being me comes with the prerequisite that I am a person with DID, and that I am made up of multiple parts.

Now for the piece of advice I got from my therapist- Though it requires a certain level of knowledge of your own system, such as a list of alters and some identifying info [fav drinks, fav colors, those type of things]. Look at the list of your alters wherever it may be. Just whatever you use for logging your system members. Look for the commonalities between alters. There will be at least some commonalities.

For example; A good 45% of us like bunnies, 45% like cats, and 10% have a liking for other kinds of animals. Using this information, I can pretty much deduce that 1. the collective me loves animals and 2. the collective me likes cats and bunnies especially.

Another example; I looked through our simplyplural, which has a favorite color thing [in ours at least]. By looking through the list, I figured out 1. wow I like literally all colors- my fav color is rainbows and 2. I especially like pink and light blue.

More examples; the list.. THE LIST... I looked through it and saw that a good 90% of us like MONSTER ENERGY DRINKS- of varying flavors, but the common denominator was Ultra Strawberry Dreams, but all of us like [or tolerate] water as a preferred drink. From there I can come to the conclusion that I prefer water over anything else and that I have a problem with monster [being light hearted but I genuinely do].

I hope you get the idea I'm going for. I used this process for nearly every aspect of our collective identity, though some had to genuinely be voted on, such as our LGBTQIA+ labels [offline, we just call ourself queer, but that's.. aside the point LMAO].

Obviously, there are going to be outliers- Having DID comes with the fun [/s] aspect of alters being differentiated from each other in some capacity. Example for the monster energy one- We have a handful of alters that HATE energy drinks- even just fizzy drinks in general. There's one guy who will only drink Black Coffee and water- nothing else. He's the guy who is always hiding away our monsters in the way back of the fridge, but guess what!! He's me!! The part of me that doesn't want me to ruin my health over energy drinks. The part of me that knows I deserve better than my unhealthy habits.

Getting to know the collective you is just like learning about your system! It is not inherently different than figuring out what an alters dislikes or likes are. The idea of The Collective You shouldn't feel scary or anxiety inducing- if it is, you may want to confront those feelings with a therapist if you have access to one. Every CDD system is the collective [or, well, system] of one fragmented individual- That is a studied and objective fact. I wanted to give advice from one recovering system to another.

No, this will not work for everyone, every system is different, but I'm hoping this post finds the right audience in knowing that it's worth a shot to try this!

[portraitofalinkonfyre]

hello :D i'm so in love with your writing i actually came up with a request for the first ever time *ever* since i joined like 5 years ago lmao

-reader gets into trouble with the chain for self endangering, reckless behavior, reprimanding/arguing ensues, maybe with reader not valuing themselves all that highly in comparison to the others? preferably with some rather rough lovin' as an escalation, just to get it through reader's thick skull that they're wanted and important

-i'd love to see Time, Warriors or Sky with this, but if you think someone else fits better that's perfectly reasonable too

-feel free to switch up any details you can't really work around (but no degradation please)

Absolutely!! I love this idea so much, so thank you for gracing me with it! I was also really inspired by this ask so it's going to be about 3-4 chapters long <3

The Bluest Eyes

Pairing: Warriors x Reader

Warning(s): A whole lot of smut and a few scenes of Reader suffering from PTSD. Reader is requested to be female.

Notes: Set in the same AU as Burning Love, where Reader is a retired war medic from Warriors' Hyrule. Also, a "night rail" is a type of nightgown :)

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"Get down right now!" Hyrule's shout rang through the clearing, unusually annoyed for the typically patient traveler. Warriors lifted his head, blanching when he caught sight of you sitting atop the thick branches of one of the nearby trees, feet swinging down as you yelled back. 

"No! Go heal Wind!"

"Wind has a scrape on his arm," the traveler stressed, gesturing to the snoozing hero as the others began to gather under the tree, expressions ranging from concerned to downright shocked. "You've been stabbed, (Y/n)."

"I'm fucking fine," you hissed back as blood dripped onto the ground from the wound in your shoulder, and Warriors was caught between terror at your condition to complete bafflement at how you managed to climb the tree in such a state. "Leave me alone!"

"Not until you let me heal you," Hyrule ground out with a stormy expression, hands twitching as if he intended to make you come down with sheer force of will alone. 

"(Y/n)," Time tried in a soft tone, ever the voice of reason. "Denying yourself care will only hurt you further."

"Then I'll be hurting and Wind will be alive," you snarled, snapping your legs up when Wild took a running jump for them. More blood splattered from your shoulder, staining the sleeve of your tunic beyond repair, and Warriors finally noticed the unaltered fear in your expression. 

You were afraid, and he had an idea why. Being a medic during the War of Eras, there was no doubt in Warriors' mind that you had seen terrible things–death, disease, perhaps even betrayal--and the way your eyes nervously shifted to study each of them only confirmed his theory. You were trying to sacrifice yourself for them, though he couldn't fathom why; they had more than enough health potions to go around, and Hyrule had hardly even used his magic when tending to Wind. 

There was no reason for you to be acting this way, yet he knew exactly what you were. There was a faraway gleam in your eyes, like you were looking at something that didn't exist anymore. 

Warrior's stomach churned as he couldn't help but wonder how long it had been since you felt truly safe. 

"(Y/n), please..." Legend's voice was uncharacteristically soft, eyes wide with worry, an expression they all shared. "It was only a lizalfos attack, no one else got hurt."

"He did," you spat, pointing to Wind, and Warriors couldn't take it anymore. 

"That's it, we're coming up."

You gasped as the captain took a running start, leaping up and just barely latching on to the branch below your feet. "Get down right now, you're going to hurt yourself!"

"We're just trying to help you," Sky took a less physical approach, moving to stand beneath the branch with a look of barely disguised regret. 

"I'm fine," you repeated in a weak voice, and Warriors knew he had to act fast. 

"You're bleeding out," he grunted as he heaved himself over the branch, ignoring the blood dripping down onto his scarf; it wasn't like he couldn't wash it later. 

"It's just blood," you said, and he could have laughed at how disappointed you looked in yourself when the words sunk in. 

"Just blood?" Warriors pulled himself onto the branch, settling next to you, hand reaching around your waist to stabilize your swaying form. Your hands valiantly tried to bat him away, but you were far too weak to do any real damage. 

"Please," his heart ached at the beginning of tears forming in the corner of your eyes. "Get down."

"Not without you," he countered quietly. 

"You're hurt," you whimpered, and it was as if all the air had been sucked from the space. Your gaze was worryingly unfocused as you turned your head to look at him, and Warriors could only imagine what you were seeing. "I can't heal you."

"I'm not hurt," he replied gently, not wanting to scare you even more than you already were. "It's all yours."

"Oh," you blinked slowly, as if you were struggling to comprehend his very words. "I'm sorry."

There was a knot in Warriors' throat. He tried to gulp it down, but it bounced back with more force than he expected. "Don't be sorry, just let Hyrule heal you."

Your gaze flicked slowly to the heroes waiting below, a protective glint in your slowly-focusing eyes. "...What about them?"

"They'll be okay," Warriors promised, and you nodded weakly, head lolling to the right to rest against his shoulder, pressing your wound to his chest with nary a hiss. 

"Okay," you whispered in the most broken tone he had heard from you. 

Warriors was sure he hadn't moved quicker in his life, carefully gathering your limp form in his arms and dropping back to solid ground. He remained silent as Hyrule dashed over, hands already glowing with green magic. 

"Lay her down," the traveler said in a wavering voice, and Warriors did as instructed, placing you on the ground as if one wrong move would shatter you, and it was then that he truly noticed the ashy pallor your face had taken on, eyes squeezed shut as Hyrule worked his magic above you. 

Slowly but surely, the exposed wound on your shoulder closed, your skin knitting together under the traveler's hands, leaving behind a wide rip in the blood-soaked sleeve of your tunic. The fitful expression on your face softened some, but he could still see the slight frown tugging at the corners of your mouth. 

Warriors' hand found your uninjured shoulder, shaking it softly as Wild plopped down beside you, face twisted with worry. "How are you feeling?"

There was no response, and his heart could have damn near stopped when he registered the tell-tale softness your breathing had taken on. Nearly shoving Hyrule aside, he pressed two fingers to the side of your neck, fearing the worst. 

"Is she dead?!" Four exclaimed in absolute, unadulterated horror, and the others began to murmur in fear. Warriors' pressed harder, motions unusually desperate as he fought to find a pulse. No, his mind whispered, a cacophony of dread as his fearful thoughts soared, cursing himself for not acting sooner. He shouldn't have waited, and now you were paying the price for his stupidity--

The very notion of time seemed to skid to a standstill when you wheezed suddenly, throat bobbing harshly against his prodding fingers. 

"She's alive!" Hyrule exclaimed in palpable relief, and the tension in the air began to dissipate. Warriors took several breaths to calm his racing heartbeat, removing his hand from your neck as you coughed, turning your head to the side, groaning softly. "Fuck," you said, and the captain was torn between crying and laughing. 

"Are you alright?" Sky was quick to help you into a sitting position. You winced, rubbing at your healed shoulder with your free hand. 

"Yeah," you mumbled, looking around with mounting apprehension. "...Where's Wind?"

"Here!" called the sailor, having just woken up from his nap, and you gave him an exhausted half-grin. 

"Good," you tried to stand, only to be pushed down by Hyrule. 

"Not a chance, (Y/n)," the traveler chided, obviously still shaken from your initial refusal of help. "You're staying right there."

"I'm okay--"

"No," Hyrule said in a tone that brokered no argument. "You are– you are going to sit there and get better, or Hylia help me I will tie you down until you do."

You opened your mouth to respond, but Warriors noted how quickly you reconsidered the idea when Hyrule fixed you with a dark glare, crossing his arms over his chest in a manner that screamed 'try me and die'. 

"...Fine," you relented, slumping backward, and the captain had a distinct urge to ruffle your hair. Your cheeks pinked and you all but hissed: "Stop that."

"Nope," said Warriors, laughing softly when you fixed him with one of your practiced stares, though even a fool could see that there was no heat whatsoever in your gaze. He rose to his feet, deftly dusting the tops of his pants. "Time, do you–"

"Um, guys?" Wind's voice interrupted, filled with apprehension. Warriors turned to face the sailor... only to blanch. 

A portal had opened in the center of the clearing--pure white mixed with swirling hints of gold. The air around it crackled softly, charged with an explicably dangerous energy that had the hair on the back of his neck standing on end. 

"Is that...?" You trailed off, letting the situation speak for itself. 

"Time," Warriors drew his sword, stalking over to put himself between you and the portal. "Do we have another–"

"No," the oldest hero cut him off, tone unusually icy. "This isn't anything I recognize."

"We'll have to go through it, then," said Wild, already advancing forward. Warriors gazed back at Twilight and Legend, who both nodded, unsheathing their swords while the captain re-sheathed his, bending over to gather you in his arms. 

"I can walk," you half snapped, though you made no real move to prove that point. 

"No, you can't," Warriors responded, turning to face the portal as Time and Twilight entered it, disappearing in a flash of light. The others followed swiftly, and he could only hope they'd be able to survive what awaited them on the other side.

You recognized the castle gates as soon as you saw them. 

You had long since wrapped your arms around Warriors' neck, holding on for dear life despite the fact that you knew he wouldn't drop you, deftly studying the bustling streets as the group stepped into Castle Town. 

It was undoubtedly your Hyrule, and there was a certain comfort in being home again. You remained silent as the others chatted, half because you were nearly asleep and half because you couldn't fathom what to say to any of them at this point. Embarrassment coursed through you as you recalled their terrified expressions when you scaled the tree, too lost in your thoughts to realize what was going on. 

You liked to think you kept decent control of your emotions, but now...

"Hey," you felt the words rumbling from Warriors' chest before you heard them. "What's on your mind?"

"Nothing," you said quickly. Perhaps too quickly, from the way he cocked an eyebrow down at you in response. "I'm fine."

"You keep saying that," the hero paused, then continued in a far quieter tone. "But I don't think I believe you anymore."

"Maybe because it's none of your business," you hissed... and immediately regretted it. "I'm sorry, I just–"

"I understand," said Warriors. The hand on your ribcage tightened as he hefted you tighter against him. "I really do."

You didn't doubt that, you really didn't, but a thick ball formed in your throat and you didn't trust yourself not to start bawling in the middle of the street. With a shaky huff, you tucked your head against the broad expanse of Warriors' chest, letting familiar darkness consume you. 

You couldn't sleep. 

The bedroom Queen Zelda had so graciously gifted you was too cold, yet your pillow felt hot enough to burn a hole through metal. You flipped onto your stomach, gripping the pillow as you buried your face into it. Every time you closed your eyes, memories of the War would pop into your mind's eye like flies, only dropping when you awoke, panting like you had run a lap around the castle itself. 

"Fuck..." you whispered to the empty room. Warriors had passed you off to Twilight and Hyrule as soon as his boots crossed the foyer, declaring that he had a meeting with Zelda, only returning with a grim expression and ten keys. The Queen had heard reports of a black lizalfos roaming the land, but they were largely unreliable, leaving everyone with no choice but to stay in the castle for the night. 

While you were grateful for the unexpected privacy, there was something to be said about sleeping in the open with what you now considered to be some of your closest friends. The room, decked out in purple tapestries, was terribly lonely, as four-poster beds typically weren't the chattiest of company. 

The bed creaked as you shifted onto your back, staring up at the stone ceiling, hands fisted in the soft fabric of the creme night rail you wore. You tried not to think of how Wind had almost been slashed, or how close Time had gotten to being bisected by a moblin, but they kept popping up the harder you willed them away. 

It was hopeless, you realized. Completely, utterly hopeless. 

You swung your legs off the side of the bed, kicking your slippers on and shuffling to the nightstand, where a lone candle sat. With trembling hands, you lit it. A fierce orange glow illuminated the room, and you used it to guide you to the door, peering outside at the empty hallway. 

You were no stranger to the castle, which is why you stepped out for a short walk, shoes scuffing gently on the polished floor. 

Aimlessly, you wandered, uncaring of where you ended up. Dark shadows stretched and spun before you, quickly vanquished by the light of the candle. You walked beneath one of the many arches, entering a hallway you didn't recognize. A large portrait hung on the very back wall, a stunning caricature of Queen Zelda and... Warriors. 

You approached the portrait, holding up your candle for a better view. Their faces were relaxed–not too relaxed, of course–and could be vaguely described as peaceful. Warriors himself looked younger, like the burden of being a hero had not yet hit, with a small grin that made the corners of your lips quirk up. 

"...(Y/n)?"

You nearly dropped the candle as you spun around, heart nearly leaping from your chest. 

"Wars?!"

And there he was, in all his blonde-haired, bleary-eyed glory, dressed in nothing but a pair of pants. You tried not to look at his chest, mostly because it was highly inappropriate and partially because you were supposed to be upset, and looking at that glorious abdomen made you feel anything but sad. 

"You're not asleep," he observed in a matter-of-fact tone. "Why was I expecting this?"

You crossed your arms over your chest. "I could say the same about you."

"I know," his gaze flicked to the portrait, then back to you. "Do you want to talk?"

"Not really."

"Liar."

You bristled. "Excuse me?"

"You're unexcused," Warriors shot back, and you became distinctly aware of just how close a two-foot distance was when you were alone. "Tell me the truth."

"And that is?"

The captain fixed you with a half-hearted, largely exhausted glare. "Gee, (Y/n), maybe when you climbed a tree to avoid medical attention?"

"That's diff–"

"Or perhaps when you refused to let Hyrule heal you until we climbed the tree?"

"That's not–"

"Or should I mention that time you attempted to give Wild a healing potion after he stubbed his toe?"

"You–"

"I'm not done," Warriors cut you off, running a hand down his face. "Do you have any idea how worried we were? How worried I was?"

There was silence, because you didn't trust yourself to speak without breaking down. 

"Well?" the captain prompted. "Don't you have anything to say for yourself?"

You stared at him. This was pointless; you didn't want to talk, you wanted...

A knot formed in your stomach. What did you want? It had been so long since you considered something so... well, you felt it was rather mundane, but that didn't excuse that you had no idea what you wanted. 

You didn't realize you had begun to cry until Warriors' hand swiped gently at your face with a gentleness you didn't know he possessed. For you, at least. 

"It's going to be alright," he said, and, before you knew it, you were bawling, thick sobs shaking your shoulders. Wars wordlessly pulled you to his chest, wrapping his arms around your trembling form. 

"I can't do it," you whispered against his clavicle, arms encircling his bare back. "If I can't help him, how am I to help the rest of you?"

"You don't have to," the captain responded softly, hugging you a bit tighter. "You've helped enough-- no, more than enough."

"I know, b-but," you hated how your voice wavered noticeably when you spoke the last word. "I can't lose you."

"You won't."

"How can you promise that?" you hiccuped, pressing yourself closer, heavy tears blurring your vision. "Wars..."

"We're strong, (Y/n), we'll always be here," he responded slowly. Carefully. "Always."

“Promise me,” you whispered, unable to force any other words out. You needed to hear him say it, and the anticipation was tearing you from the inside out. 

“I promise,” said Warriors. He sounded genuine, but, then again, he always did. 

“Good,” you sniffed, feeling slightly sheepish for crying on him in the middle of the night. “I’m sorry, I just…”

You froze when Warriors put a finger over your lips, shushing you softly. “You have nothing to be sorry for,” he said, holding you like he would never let go. “Don’t apologize for things that aren’t your fault, okay?”

That… that was new. You had always liked Warriors; he was kind and reliable, not to mention an excellent strategist. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach, but you willed them away, hoping the night was dark enough to conceal the burning flush on your cheeks. 

“...Okay,” you agreed, distinctly aware of the flexing muscles lying just beneath your fingertips. Warriors was strong–they all were–and you felt as much anxiety over it as you did comfort. “Why… Why were you up?”

“Couldn’t sleep,” he responded quickly, and you couldn’t help but chuckle half-heartedly. “What is it?”

The words slipped from you like a knife through butter, like the softest silk and the quietest breeze. “We’re both hopeless.”

Warriors hummed and turned his sparkling cerulean gaze to you. “Maybe,” he whispered to the night. “Helplessness can be helped.”

“You think?” You were almost afraid to ask, but you could have done anything to hear his voice again. 

“I think it’s time for bed.”

You laughed before you could stop yourself. Warriors released you when you pushed lightly on his chest, arms hanging loosely by his bare sides. “Isn’t that Sky’s line?”

“...I won’t tell if you don’t.”

“Deal.”

With slightly-lifted spirits, you peered outside, studying the star-spangled sky with mild interest. The moon was bright, bathing the hallway in a milky sheen that made it all the more eternal, and you wondered why you hadn’t taken the time to study it before. “It’s so–… I never noticed…”

“Beauty comes in many forms,” Warriors intoned softly with a glance in your direction. “There are people who go their whole lives without appreciating the little things.”

“And you are?”

The captain hesitated, shoulders slumping slightly, making you wonder if he would appreciate a hug. “I’m still working on it,” he admitted softly, and made the executive decision not to pry.

“So am I,” you shot an exhausted grin his way. “...How mad do you think Hyrule will be if I don’t sleep?”

Warriors ran a hand down his face, and only a fool would miss the very obvious, very large smile he was attempting to conceal. Until it shifted to a grin, then a smirk. 

“If I have to sleep, you do too.”

“Actually–”

“Hush,” you blinked dumbly when his hand extended, palm up, toward you. A few seconds passed, and Warriors let out a small huff. “(Y/n)–”

“Present.”

“...Just take my hand.”

You did.

First chapter done! This is the second ask that has activated me like this, and I'm excitedly-terrified of the other wonderful ideas y'all might send me in the future!

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Good Luck Charm: Chapter 19

college football player!buck x plus size!reader

summary: evan meets your parents.

word count: 4.1k

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a/n: kinda love the last part of this chapter. also me using 911 stories because I simply cannot think of any:😋 enjoy<3

warnings: none, fem!reader, plus size!reader, race inclusive!reader

You stand in front of your childhood home, grinning ear to ear as you take in the holiday decorations and the dim street lights illuminating the now-dark street your parents live on. Evan is standing beside you, but his expression is not as happy as yours. While he’s happy to be here with you, and knows that once he’s met your parents, everything will be fine, as long as your parents like him, he’s still filled with nerves.

His hand is tightly gripping yours as you walk up to the front door while the other is clenched at his side. He’s never met a girl’s parents before; he’s not sure what he’s about to walk into. He goes over the list of things you told him in his head: talk about football with your mom, and ask her about her most recent hobby; this month it’s her beginners pottery class, and talk to your dad about his studies. Most importantly, if all else fails, ask your dad about his job. 

He’s only pulled out of his mental checklist when he hears your voice from beside him, and your hand squeezing his in an attempt to lower him back to Earth. He looks over at you with a blank expression, and you laugh softly. He definitely didn’t hear you, you think, and he looks like he’s about to throw up.

“I said, it’s gonna be okay. Please don’t worry so much.” you tell him sincerely. While it’s true that you’re not sure how your parents will react to Evan, although you think your father may go with the protective dad approach, you know him being nervous will only make it worse.

“Easy for you to say, they’re your parents.” he says in a slightly joking tone, but he doesn’t smile. You sigh, turning him to face you and grabbing his collar to pull him down into a chaste kiss. Once you pull back you look up at him as you tilt your head to the side, trying to catch his gaze.

“Ev, I promise, it’s gonna be fine. Okay?” you say sternly, and although he nods, he can’t help but speak again.

“What if they don’t like me?” Your eyes soften at his words, and you can see the insecurity in his face. You’re so used to seeing him as the confident football player he is around everyone else that you almost miss it, but it’s very much written across his face.

“What’s not to love? And either way, I like you, and they’ll see that.” you say in a soft voice, pulling him down once more to peck his lips. Once you pull away he lets out a loud breath, then nods, mumbling a soft “okay.” You nod back, then turn and open the front door, smiling immediately as the smell of your mom’s favourite candle fills your nostrils. There’s two things you can count on when you come home, your mom’s Champagne Toast candles, and your dad’s work stories.

Your parents come to the front hallway as soon as they hear you call out for them, your mom from the kitchen and your dad from the living room. You grin as you let go of Evan’s hand, giving them each a hug. You might not be as close to your parents as you once were, but the distance while you’re away at USC definitely helps, and every time you come to visit, you’re more excited to spend some time with them. Evan watches with a small smile; he loves seeing you so happy, but he can also feel his heart clench. He’s always wanted this type of relationship with his parents, and he wonders what being this close to your parents would be like. 

“You must be Evan.” your father says, and Evan freezes as everyone’s eyes move to him. He slaps a smile onto his face, taking a step forward to your father as he reaches out to shake his hand. Your father gives him a small smile as he shakes Evan’s hand, a small hint of surprise on his face at his actions. You and your mom look at each other as you watch the interaction, giving each other a knowing look. Both of you are very curious to see how this will go, but you both know that this is a good first step.

“Nice to meet you, sir. And you too, ma’am. Your house is beautiful.” he says in a serious tone. He turns to shake your mother’s hand, but she waves him off and pulls him in for a quick hug. You watch with a wide smile, and the nerves you had settle tremendously. If this is in any way telling of how the next two weeks will go, you think you’ll be just fine.

“Well, dinner’s almost ready. Just need to pull it out of the oven, if we want to sit down.” your mother says, before turning to go back into the kitchen. With your mom gone, all three of you stare at each other, no one knowing what to say. After a moment, Evan clears his throat.

“Well, I’m gonna go get the bags from the car. Just so we don’t have to do it later.” he says, and while he’s speaking mostly to you, he keeps his eyes on your father. 

“I’ll go with you.” you tell him, grabbing his hand, ready to pull him outside. You hope he’s still not freaking out too much. You hope you can take this time to reassure him that what’s happened so far is a good sign.

“No, no. You stay here, princess. It’s freezing out there.” he says, finally turning to you. He raises your hand to his lips and kisses it softly before he drops it again, giving you a comforting smile. You feel your cheeks heating up at this. You’re not sure if he’s playing things up because you have a spectator; this is something he’d do regardless, but it warms your heart nonetheless.

Once Evan is out the door, your dad turns to you with a raised brow, crossing his arms. You raise your brow in response, waiting for the inevitable words he’s about to say.

“He treat you well?” You sigh, rolling your eyes. You know he means well, but you’re confused why he’s even asking. Why would you be with him if he didn’t? And why would you tell your father if he wasn’t?

“Yes, dad. Always.” you tell him seriously, your eyes looking into his, almost begging him to believe you. 

“Just gotta make sure. I know how college boys are.” he responds equally as seriously, almost sternly. You roll your eyes again, shaking your head. You know what he means, and you also know a little bit about how Evan used to be, but he hasn’t been like that since you’ve known him.

“He isn’t like that, promise.” is all you manage to say before Evan comes back in through the door, trying to balance all your bags in his arms. His eyes widen as he sees the both of you, both looking at him with expressions that make it obvious you two were just talking about him. He smiles sheepishly, looking between the both of you as he stands in front of the door.

“I’ll show you where to put the bags. Honey, why don’t you go help your mom with dinner.” your dad says, nodding his head towards the kitchen as he turns to speak to you. You’re about to argue back, not wanting to leave him alone with Evan to ask God knows what, but you close your mouth again just as quickly. You know your dad won’t take no for an answer, so there’s no use in arguing with him. You give Evan an apologetic smile before you mumble an “okay,” turning to walk into the kitchen.

“He seems nice. Handsome too.” you hear your mom say when you enter the kitchen, and you give her a sheepish smile.

“Yeah, he is.” you reply, your voice almost a whisper. You start taking out the plates and cutlery as your mom finishes with dinner, then you speak in a quiet tone, as if they’ll hear you from upstairs.

“Dad’s upstairs with him right now. I don’t even want to know what he’s asking.” Your mom laughs, rolling her eyes. 

“You know it’ll happen eventually. You might as well get it over with now.” she tells you with a shrug, and you nod at her words. You know she’s right, but you’re secretly hoping that this conversation doesn’t make Evan want to sneak out in the middle of the night and never come back.

“He’s a good guy. He’s smart. He’s never done anything to make me question that.” you say, more to yourself as your back is turned from your mother. She hums softly at your response, then grabs the plates from you when you turn to hand them to her. 

Your dad leads Evan upstairs and to the guest room, gesturing for him to drop his bags on the bed. Once his hands are empty and everything is on the bed, your dad grabs your bags off the bed, then gives Evan a stern look.

“You’ll be staying here, and she’ll be staying in her room. Under no circumstances do I expect to see you in her room.” he says, narrowing his eyes. Evan nods, his face void of any expression as he swallows. 

“Of course, sir.” he says, trying to keep his voice steady. He’s rarely ever felt this intimidated, but under your dad’s harsh gaze, he struggles to keep his hands from shaking. 

“I know I can’t stop you from being with my daughter like that, but I’ll be damned if you try anything under my roof.” your father cuts him off before he can give him any more reassurances. Evan nods again, trying to give him a small smile.

“Of course. I would never disrespect you, or your daughter like that, sir. You have my word.” Your father seems satisfied by his response. He also catches the nervousness creeping into Evan’s face, and he smirks. He hopes that his warning has scared him enough into actually meaning that, and without another word, he turns and carries your bags to your room.

By the time you’re all sitting down for dinner, there’s an awkward feeling in the room, thick and hot around you. You all begin to eat silently, the only sound coming from the radio your mom has in the kitchen, softly wafting through the doorway and into the room. 

After a few minutes, your mother speaks up, looking between you and Evan.

“So, how did you two meet?” You laugh softly, seeing Evan smile out of the corner of your eyes before he replies.

“We, uh, we were paired together for an assignment.” he says, looking over at you with a happy gleam in his eye. He knows that’s not exactly how you two met, but he knows that you’re still a little embarrassed about how you snapped at him the first time you met, so he doesn’t bring it up.

“Well, yeah. But, I bumped into him in the hall before that, and I sort of yelled at him.” you say sheepishly, laughing along as your mom giggles and your dad lets out a quiet, surprised laugh. 

“You yelled at him?” your dad asks you in slight disbelief. He’s been on the receiving end of your bad days, of course, but he’s never seen you like that with anyone. “And you still wanted her after that?” he asks Evan with a raised brow, a small smile on his face as he stops eating.

“I was hooked. She’s too pretty for her own good.” Evan tells your father. Then, his eyes dart over to yours, and he gives you a quick wink, smirking. You both notice how your mother is looking at the both of you across the table, and your cheeks heat up. You know your mom would like Evan immediately, but she’s looking at you with stars in her eyes, and you know that he’s definitely on her good side already.

You look over at your dad next, and your smile widens when you see him nod once before continuing to eat. If you aren’t mistaken, you think you see a hint of approval in his eyes, although you know it can’t be this easy.

You continue to eat quietly, and while the awkwardness has substantially lessened, there’s still an odd tension in the air. You feel your mind go blank as you keep eating, and although you know you should be the one to break the silence, you can’t think of a single thing to say. You feel Evan’s hand move to your soft thigh, squeezing it softly. You put your hand on top of his, letting out a soft exhale. You know you should be the one calming him right now, but you’re grateful that he’s picked up on your slight daze.

“So, I hear you’re a firefighter?” Evan says, and you smile as you see your father’s face light up. Bless your perfect boyfriend, you think. He remembered your list.

“Yeah. Dad tell him about the call with the shark on the freeway.” you say before your father can speak. You know this will take out all the awkwardness. It’s his favourite story to tell, and you know he’ll somehow turn a 30 second story into one that lasts the rest of dinner.

It’s over an hour later when you look over at the clock on the wall. Your plates have long since been cleared, and conversation has been flowing nicely since your father began his story. The stories were a great way to open everyone up, and Evan seems to know every question to ask to get your father to speak, but he also looks extremely interested in his stories. You see a sparkle in his eyes that you only really see when he’s playing football, and your nerves are gone as you listen to everyone talking to each other.

It’s also helped that your father has since learned that Evan is at school on a football scholarship. Not only does that mean he’s “strong enough to protect you,” as your father had worded it, but it also means he’s smart, which is important to your father. To him, this means he can care for you, in every sense of the matter.

You arrived at your parents’ house late, as they live pretty far away from campus, so by the time dinner is finished and everyone’s guards are down, it’s getting late. Your hand has been firmly placed in Evan’s on his lap since you finished dinner, and you squeeze it before you begin to speak. You’re sure he’s desperate for a break from being examined, and you’re getting tired, so since you had an hour long nap on the car ride here, you know that Evan’s probably tired too.

“Well, it’s getting pretty late. We should head to bed. I wanna give Evan a tour of town tomorrow, maybe go to the winter market.” you tell your parents with a smile. 

Your parents nod, and everyone begins to stand up from the table, each person grabbing their plates to bring to the kitchen.

“Thank you so much for dinner, too. It was great.” Evan tells your mom, and she beams, grabbing his plate from him.

Once the table is cleared, you grab Evan’s hand again, ready to lead him upstairs when your father speaks up again.

“And, Evan? Remember what we talked about upstairs.” Evan nods, his nervous smile coming back onto his face. He had let his guard down completely earlier, and that almost makes this worse. He murmurs a quick “yes, sir” before you drag him upstairs, calling out a good night to your parents. 

Once you’re up the stairs and in the hallway, you stop and turn to look at Evan with a raised brow.

“What is he talking about?” you ask curiously. You almost forgot about their conversation earlier, as you felt so relaxed at dinner.

“Oh, nothing. Just about keeping my disgusting hands off his daughter.” he says jokingly, taking a quick look over his shoulder towards the top of the stairs before he grabs your wide hips and pulls you into him. He kisses you deeply, and you can feel his smile in the kiss as you wrap your arms around his neck. You hum softly as you kiss him with equal fervor, then pull back after a moment, keeping your forehead pressed against his.

“You’re not doing a very good job.” you tease, then give him another quick peck. He rolls his eyes with a scoff, then chuckles quietly. While most of his attention is on you, your father’s words echo in the back of his head, and he tries to keep some of his attention on anyone that could be coming up the stairs.

“I can’t help it, princess. How do you expect me to keep my hands off of you for two whole weeks?” he asks in a slightly teasing tone, although you can tell that he actually means it. You giggle softly, shrugging as you sway side to side, feeling his warm hands through the fabric of your pants.

“You have a car, don’t you?” you ask with a raised brow. Your smile widens when he lets out a low groan, dropping his face into the crook of your neck.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, princess.” he whispers, then gives your neck a feather light kiss before looking back up at you.

“Go to bed, Buckley.” you whisper back, trailing your hands down his chest before pushing him back lightly. He lets go of your hips begrudgingly, rolling his eyes.

“I love you.” he tells you as he backs up towards his room. You smile, biting your lip as you also back up towards your door.

“I love you. And don’t even think about coming into my room tonight.” you tease. He licks his lips, eyes trailing down your plush figure as he opens the door to his room.

“You’re gonna get me into trouble, you know that?” he tells you, and you shrug, laughing softly.

“That’s the fun part.” is all you say before you turn and walk into your room. His eyes stay on your door for a moment after you close it, then he finally closes his own door, letting out a soft exhale once he’s inside. This is going to be a long two weeks.

He doesn’t even hear his door opening about an hour later. Your parents have finally gone to bed, and once you were sure they were asleep, you’re padding across the hallway in nothing but an oversized shirt and panties. You’re so used to falling asleep beside Evan that you barely even think about the consequences of your actions. 

“Evan? You awake?” you speak into the darkness once you close the door. It’s pitch black in the room; a harsh contrast from your room and the hallway, which are both illuminated by dim night lights. His ears perk up at your seraphic voice cutting through the silence and he sits up on the bed, his eyes, having been adjusted to the dark already, only just able to see the outline of your body in the darkness.

“Yeah. Come here.” he whispers into the darkness, holding his hand out for you to take when he sees you stretch out your arms.

“Where are you?” you whisper with a small laugh, hands reaching blindly in the dark. He chuckles, leaning forward and grabbing your hand, then pulls you towards him. You stumble as your legs make contact with the bed, almost falling onto him as you kneel on the bed. The only thing to stop you is Evan’s quick reflexes, as he holds you straight as you move up towards him. You remove your hand from his and use both hands to feel around again, and once they make contact with his bare chest, you push him to lay on his back. Once he’s down, you lay beside him, resting your head on his chest as his arm wraps around your shoulder. 

“You still can’t see in here?” he asks with a quiet laugh, keeping his voice as low as possible.

“It’s pitch black in here. How can you see?” He rolls his eyes, leaning down and kissing the top of your head gently.

“Sorry I don’t need a night light to sleep, princess.” he teases, although he finds it adorable. He remembers the first time he slept over at your apartment; trying to sleep with the dim light illuminating your room. He tried to unplug it, but you gave him a stern look, and he quickly backed off. 

“The dark is scary. You never know what’s out there.” you say with a small shrug, your fingers tracing patterns across his broad chest.

“Well, then it’s a good thing you’ve got me here to protect you, isn’t it?” he tells you in a teasing tone. You smile, nuzzling into his chest as his grip tightens on your shoulders instinctively, almost as if he’s now thinking about protecting you from whatever may threaten you.

“Only if my dad doesn’t catch me in here and kill you.” you tease, and he groans as he tilts his head back and closes his eyes. He knows he shouldn’t be in bed with you right now, but it’s not like he’s in your room, right?

“That’s a risk I’m willing to take.” he tells you, his voice growing a little more serious. You smile, then lift your head up to face him, your eyes finally adjusting to the darkness enveloping the room. You lean up and kiss him softly, then rest your cheek on his chest again, listening to his heartbeat as the quiet surrounds you again.

“Your dad seems to really love his job.” Evan speaks after a few minutes of silence, laughing softly as he thinks about all the stories he heard. You laugh along with him, nodding.

“Yeah, he does. He can talk about it for hours. And I mean hours. You seemed to really like the stories.” The last sentence comes out quieter, and your fingers still ghost along his bare skin as you speak.

“Yeah, they were really cool. Sounds like an awesome job.” he says, and it’s silent for a moment before he speaks up again. He feels like everything just fell into place, that he finally knows what to do. “Maybe after college I’ll apply for the LAFD.” 

Your eyes widen, and you lift your cheek off his chest again to look at him. You remember how he looked hearing the stories, and you know it makes sense, and you’re just a little surprised you didn’t see this coming.

“You’re trying really hard to get my dad to like you, huh?” you ask jokingly. He smiles and rolls his eyes, which makes you smile.

“He has to like me. I’m gonna be here for a long time.” he begins seriously, then his eyes seem to unfocus as he thinks about the job again. Helping people? Doing the kinds of things your father talked about? It sounds perfect to him. “But, seriously. I really think I should look into it.”

You nod, your eyes softening as you take in his dazed expression in the darkness. He really does look excited, and you’d be lying if you said the idea of him becoming a firefighter and staying in LA wasn’t one you welcomed.

“You should. You’d be good at it. And my dad would love you.” you reassure him. You lean down and kiss his chest softly, then lay your head back down on his chest, feeling your eyelids grow heavy. 

“And I can find a job in LA.” you say softly, trying but failing to keep your eyes open as his heartbeat acts as a lullaby. He smiles at your words, humming softly as he nods.

“Perfect. Then I’ll be able to keep you.” he says, his own eyelids beginning to get heavy. He feels an overwhelming sense of calm as he lays with you in his arms; like everything finally makes sense. He assumed you’d be able to make your relationship work, prayed you’d be able to, but now that you both have said you’re going to stay in LA, he falls asleep very easily.

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A dragon is a magical legendary creature that appears in the folklore of multiple cultures worldwide. Beliefs about dragons vary considerably through regions, but dragons in Western cultures since the High Middle Ages have often been depicted as winged, horned, and capable of breathing fire. 

Ps : this headcanon has a lot of references to dungeon meshi my new favorite anime

( English is not my first language )

since dragons are one of my favorite mythical beings and the world has their own version of the dragons in their own culture, I'm planning on making two or more of different types of dragon!yuu head Canon and so I'll be starting with the western style dragons.

I imagine they have 3 forms of transformations.

( the first : human form ) one is basically their human form, the form where they usually interact with people. But some of their dragon features would still appear like their tail and horns

( the second : chimera form ) is basically basically their human form as the upper body while their dragon forms as the lower body with 2 pairs of large wings.

( third one : dragon form ) is just their full dragon form

The second form would be 11 meters. and the third form would be 30 meters. Depends on you guys headcanon, dragon!yuu could have feathers or not, you guys can add in your own unique features on them, I also imagine them being able to use magic and having some sort of healing factors

First scenario : basically dragon!Yuu were confused about where they were and their first instinct is to attack because they might get captured and so it leads to a dragon!yuu vs multiple students and staff, trying to detain them or calm them down. After a while they manage to calm them down.

Second scenario : they appear the same way in the game, in the coffin and when grim was setting the school on fire, dragon!yuu manage to save multiple students from the fire and cast a spell to stop the fire.

when fighting the overblots, I imagine them fighting in their chimera form and by flying to the sky opponent in hand and then crushing down their opponents to the ground, very effective or not they might use their tail to launch their opponent backwards and then cast a spell on them. But don't worry when the battle is down, dragon!yuu will heal the injured characters using recovery magic or ressuraction magic to heal damages That might be permanent.

Malleus and dragon!yuu would definitely build a connection with each other, both of them came from dragon descendants. They would definitely have a deep relationship with each other whenever or not it's platonic or something romantic depends on you guys.

imagine dragon!yuu has a habit of hoarding things they might think is precious, I imagine dragon!Yuu shows it off to people that are the closest to them with so much pride.

Dragon!yuu would also have a large appetite, they can eat an entire cafeteria worth of foods in one day without troubles but they have to suppress their appetite to make sure most of the students get some food. So they usually go hunting for food in the forest or somewhere else. They also have a strong digestive system to the point it can withstand Lilia cooking without troubles and also with a little help with their healing factor abilities.

[holylulusworld]

Forever Mates (4)

Pairing: Alpha!Stucky x Omega!Reader 

Summary: Your alphas, you, and two babies are on the way.

Warnings: angst, language, shitty parents, feisty omega, bisexual Steve & Bucky, fluff, scenting, a/b/o, overprotective/protective Stucky, cuddling & snuggling, pregnant omega, fun, mentions of constipation, almost violence, mentions of smut (anal sex/cum eating - nothing happens/no description)

A/N: It’s been a while, huh…

Catch up here: Loving Mates (3)

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Five months into pregnancy, you’re going crazy. Your two mates are almost suffocating you with their attention. If Steve doesn’t read to you from one of the books he bought about pregnancy, it’s Bucky’s turn to be all over you.

You have to hide in the bathroom to get a few moments of silence. But lately, they even sneak into the bathroom to check on your health. Bucky went so far as to test your pee.

“Doll, are you alright?” Steve calls from outside the bathroom this morning. You sneaked out of the kitchen to, well, relieve yourself, only for one of them to check in on you again. “Do you need anything? How is your defecation? The doctor said that constipation during pregnancy can happen. No need to worry.”

You snort. Steve sounds like a nurse rather than an alpha. He recites symptoms and causes of constipation while you try to wipe your ass clean. “Fuck, that’s annoying.”

“Doll? OMEGA!” Something, or rather someone, bumps into the door. “I’ll be right there!” The door gives in when Steve and Bucky ram their shoulders into the wood.

Screaming in terror, you drop the toilet paper in your hand to the ground. Great. That was the last piece of toilet paper on the roll.

“WHAT THE FUCK!”

“Doll! What happened? Did you fall?” Bucky pushes Steve out of his way to look at you sitting on the toilet seat. “Y/N?”

“It’s getting harder to wipe my ass, and I just dropped the last toilet paper.” You point at the toilet paper on the ground. “We need more toilet paper.”

Steve snorts. “I told you we need toilet paper.”

“I told you she needs more help.” Bucky picks the toilet paper up. He inspects it before, to your dismay, he tries to wipe your ass.

“HEY! You won’t cross that line, Mister!” You protest and push Bucky away. “No one touches my butt. It’s worse enough you wanted to test my pee.”

Steve watches you and Bucky bicker about toilet paper, privacy, and anything in between. He slowly sneaks toward you to check on your pulse.

You’ve got enough. “Steven Grant Rogers. James Buchanan Barnes,” you growl, letting your omega take over. “That is enough. I know you want to protect me, and I love you for it, but let me breathe. The last thing I want is for you to storm into the bathroom while I try to…”

“…poop?” Bucky snorts at your serious expression. “Doll, we have seen your ass, and we were inside of it. Hell, Stevie ate my cum out of your ass. We only want to help you.”

“That was hot and kinky because we were in the bedroom,” you say. “I love you, both.” You sigh deeply. “Just please leave me alone in the bathroom. I need a tiny piece of privacy, and you’re invading it.”

“Hmm…” Bucky nods thoughtfully. He cups your face and pecks your temple. “Alright. But if you need help with anything, holler.” Bucky hands you the toilet paper before grabbing Steve’s wrist to drag his mate out of the bathroom. “Stevie, come on. She needs some privacy.”

You roll your eyes. They are leaving the room, making a show out of it by hanging their heads.

“I’m not falling for that hurt puppy crap again. I know you’re playing me like a fiddle.” You grumble before going back to taking care of the problem at hand.

“Morning,” Steve chirps while his partner in crime wraps his arm around you the moment you enter the dining room. “While you had your privacy, Bucky and I prepared breakfast.”

“What Steve wanted to say was that he read another book while I took care of the breakfast,” Bucky purrs in your ear. They are fighting for your attention lately, and it’s both amusing and arousing.

“Okay, what are you up to?” you ask while keeping an eye on Steve. He’s up to no good. You can feel it. “Stevie?”

He sighs. “Your father is causing trouble. He accused us of holding you hostage and doing unspeakable things to his innocent daughter.”

“Innocent,” you snort. “He’s delusional and can’t accept reality. I left because he forced me to leave my home. I didn’t have a choice but to give in to two perfect cocks and those alphas filling me up so good.

“Doll, not now. Stevie wants you to listen,” Bucky whispers in your ear. He gropes your ass, humming lowly. “Have a seat and breakfast.”

“Bucky, you’re scaring me. What’s going on? Why did you mention my father?” You panic a little. Maybe it’s the hormones or the fact that Steve mentioned your father out of the blue. Honestly, you didn’t think of your family since you walked out on them months ago.

Steve, Bucky, and you have a life together now. Two babies are on the way. There’s no time to think about people giving a shit on you.

“We as a pack must follow rules,” Steve sighs deeply at your scared expression. “Which means your former pack wants to see you. Your father and Brock told everyone we were hurting you and forced you to become our breeder.”

“What?” You choke out a sob. “No! You didn’t do such a thing! I wanted to move in with you. My father wanted to force a bond on me, not you. That’s wrong! They lied.”

Bucky soothingly runs his hand over your back. “You need to breathe, Y/N. Our pack knows that you’re our mate and not a breeder. Still, we must follow the rules and face your pack.”

You whimper in distress. The last thing you wanted was to see your father and Brock Rumlow ever again. “You’re safe with us, Y/N. No one is going to take you away from me or Steve. You’re our mate, and this is our pack.”

Bucky places his hands on your grown belly, slowly rubbing it. “We are going to protect our family, Y/N. If we must, our pack will fight your former pack. I don’t care.”

Steve’s words don’t make you feel better. The thought of watching your alphas get hurt is even worse. “No,” your lips wobble. “You can’t get hurt. No…no…no…”

“Great,” Bucky protectively wraps his arm around you from behind. “I told you to not stress her. She’s pregnant and hormonal.”

“I won’t lie to our omega,” Steve replies, but his voice cracks. “I’m sorry, Omega. I wish I could’ve kept you out of this. But rules must be followed. Even though we all know your father is a lying piece of shit.”

“Agreed,” Bucky grunts. “I’ll rip him a new one if he dares to even look at our mate. Maybe I’ll bring a few knives with me.”

You try to be strong, but facing your father brings back bad memories. On your way toward the meeting point, you take deep breaths. Your former pack is already waiting, while your new pack has your back. Literally.

Every member of your new pack walks with you and your mates to show off union and strength. They leave no doubt that they’d fight for you and the babies.

“Finally,” your father takes one step toward you, only to get blocked by Steve and Bucky. They step in front of you to protect their mate and unborn children. “Get out of my way, or my pack will grab her without giving you the chance to explain things.”

“You want to grab our omega and mate?” Bucky laughs in your father’s face. “May I remind you of our rules? Did you forget about them? No one will grab anyone on my watch.”

You sniffle silently. This is just awful. All you want is to rest on your nest with your alphas. Taking deep breaths, you try to summon the strong woman inside of you and ignore the hormones turning you into a soft omega.

“Alphas prime,” the leader of your former pack, steps toward your alphas. “Thank you for coming.” He doesn’t look amused. The alpha would’ve preferred taking care of his family instead of stressing a pregnant omega and her mates. “May I talk to your omega for a moment?”

Bucky squares his jaw. He’s tense and close to losing control. All the strange alphas near his omega and alpha make him nervous.

Steve balls his hands into fists. He’s inhaling sharply because he hates this; he hates that he must not only defend his relationship with Bucky but his omega and unborn pups too.

“Steve, Bucky,” you softly say. “It’s alright. I’ll talk to him. You and our pack are here to protect me. I’m not scared.”

Steve nods at the alpha, but his eyes glow for a moment. A silent threat to not cross a line.

While your alphas step aside to let you face your former pack leader, you hold your head high. With your hands placed on your grown belly, you look him straight in the eyes.

“Here I am,” you say. “What can I do for you? I hate wasting my time with nonsense. Steve and Bucky are my mates. We love each other. I know you cannot understand a love so deep that it’s strong enough to bring three people together, but our love is strong enough. We sealed our love with a claiming mark.”

Steve and Bucky step close to you, hearing your father snarl in your direction.

“I’m carrying their healthy pups because I love them. No one forced me to love them or to carry their babies.” You wrinkle your nose. “My father is a liar, and he wanted to force a bond on me. Now, if that was all, I want to go back home and nest with my alphas.”

You don’t wait for an answer. Turning on your heels, you nod at Steve and Bucky.

“You heard her,” the alpha of your former pack says. “This omega looks healthy and happy. She’s carrying the pups of her mates.”

Your father is fuming, but there is nothing he can do about it. His alpha prime decided to let you go.

“You did so well, doll,” Steve whispers. He takes your hand to kiss it. Bucky is still pumped up. He snarls at anyone looking your way like a feral dog.

"Bucky, let’s go home,” you softly say, and grab his hand. “I’m safe with you.”

You walk hand in hand with Steve and Bucky, smiling softly. You faced your worst enemy, and now you can focus on your life with your mates and babies.

No matter what, you’re mates forever…

THE END...for now...

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cherry flavoured lips part 3

Kylian Mbappé x reader

And there was one, very disturbing truth behind anger taking over Kylian’s common-sense: he turned wrathful and dangerous. warnings: none

Previous parts: part 1, part 2

Bon appétit!

“Hello, you” Gia beamed as soon as she opened the door before his eyes with a quick swing.

He greeted his friend with his most charming and bright smile, the sound of music coming from behind her was subtle, a sign that the party was yet about to start. Most of the time he made an appearance closer to it’s end than beginning, but there was something he anticipated way too much to delay his arrival. Gia eyed him mysteriously, with a glint of amusement painting on her face, and took a step to the side to let Kylian in.

“Happy birthday” he leaned to her to press a quick kiss on her cheek “Hope you stay such a wonderful and sweet person for another year” he smirked while pulling away, handing her a little gift bag for the occasion.

Gia snorted with a frown at his sarcastic wishes, voicing out a honey coated thank you as she accepted his present.

“Good thing you are at least good at buying gifts, though” she laughed turning around and taking his arm to lead him inside her apartment.

“I have to be honest, y/n always helped me pick them out, but this year I was on my own” he muttered eyeing the surroundings, already spotting few familiar faces.

Gia hummed at this information, not actually giving him a sign that she might be disappointed in a poorer choice of a birthday gift for her, but more thoughtfully, wondering about something that appeared in her mind. She stopped suddenly, facing him, her facial expression unreadable.

“She is here with her new tidy and well-mannered boyfriend. He’s British, you know” the way she articulated this sentence made his lips twist in a mocking smile “She didn’t tell me much, but the way things took turn between both of you worries me” one of her brows shot up as she peered at him. He knew she expected for him to clue her in to it.

“Kyliaaaaan!” there was a call from behind him, more like a roar to be honest, and he gladly turned away from Gia to greet his friend Remy. He could sense Gia’s annoyance at breaking her little investigation “Long time no see, you handsome beast” Remy laughed pulling Kylian into a tight hug “You gotta keep up, I’ll make you something to drink” and with this last sentence Remy pulled him in the direction of the bar, leaving Gia frustrated and annoyed. She turned to find y/n.

He spotted her among the crowd not so long later, and despite being surrounded by many of his good friends he haven’t seen for quite some time, he could not tear his eyes away from her and this new addition of hers, smiling politely at everyone they made the tiniest conversation with. The guy was tall, just a little scrawny though, he admitted he was good looking just enough, hair perfectly styled, a dirty blonde. But nothing really admirable, he concluded. Nevertheless there he was, standing next to her, close, very close, his arm wrapped around her waist, his palm gently caressing her side, tenderly and affectionately, Kylian was eyeing the movements of his hand along her body way too attentive. It did make him feel uncomfortable, he moved his fingers up his shirt to undo a few buttons, since he registered something growing painfully inside his gullet. The sour taste of whiskey was turning it even worse but he could not stop from sipping it. There were words around him, some questions, he believed he answered a few of them, but his mind was absent, focused on a scene few meters away. Y/n laughed, gazing up at her companion, her eyes pretty and sparkly, her hair styled different tonight, wavy and wild. Beautiful. Truthfully he did not expect her to attend with him tonight, at some point he somehow forgot about this new revelation, maybe even blocked it from being true in his mind. But right now he kept observing them together from the distance, many restless thoughts raging through his head. They truly seemed close, did he have her already? Did she fuck him? Did she enjoy it? Are they going to fuck tonight? Do they spend every night together? What the fuck? He could not believe everything that was happening right now. Anger started to take over him. And there was one, very disturbing truth behind anger taking over Kylian’s common-sense: he turned wrathful and dangerous.

-

“Are you going to introduce me?” Ian whispered in y/n’s ear, she stiffened for a moment wondering about how to escape this situation. She smiled timidly at him, taking a quick look in Kylian’s direction.

Of course she could not omit to mention about being friends with the Kylian Mbappé himself, because pressing on the lies would not do her good in her very first serious relationship. But Ian did not know how far their friendship went and she could not block her fears about the very first interaction with Kylian after they parted so coldly and unpleasantly few months ago. She was such a coward. But she could not hide the fact that she missed him.

And there was no point in opposing, it might wake some doubts and even suspicions in Ian so she agreed, nodding with a smile, and taking his hand with intention to approach Kylian. Few more steps his way and she was heavily fighting the urge to run away from here as fast as she could. Kylian noticed her in no time, a very dark but delightful smile appearing on his face as he looked at her, just at her.

“Hi” she called, rather stiffly, but she greeted him with a kind smile. He still did not look in Ian’s direction.

Kylian leaned into her, close, with aim to greet with her, placing a gentle kiss on her cheek and she felt hot and nervous. A normal greeting, as she did with every other friend present here. Nothing weird, nothing suspicious, still her legs turned weak. He said hi back as he straightened up.

“I wanted to introduce you my…” she started in English, something heavy, like a bile, or more like a stone, appeared in her throat and blocked her voice from coming out, she could not fathom why, but she swallowed heavily and added quickly: “My boyfriend, Ian”

That’s when he finally looked at him.

“Ian. Nice to meet you. I’m a huge fan” Ian added, calm and collected, with a subtle accent, he truly seemed nice.

“Kylian” he shook his stretched out hand and y/n let out a big breath of relief “Appreciate it”

“I was really surprised when y/n mentioned you guys are acquainted” Ian continued and Kylian smirked scoffingly at his choice of words. Y/n actually went pale.

“Oh, that’s how she put it?” Kylian asked, his eyes beaming playfully as he looked down at her “In fact, we know each other since diapers, our mothers are very close friends” he said nonchalantly before bringing the glass to his lips and taking a sip of his drink.

Ian peeked quickly at y/n, a sign that confirmed Kylian’s suspicions that she skimped on stories about him and how long they knew each other. And definitely skipped crucial elements regarding their long time friendship. It should make him feel downhearted, it did deep down, but he was not paying attention to it now. He was determined to prove something here, using nothing but the truth.

Although Ian did not come off perplexed at this information. His expression cool and relaxed.

“That’s great” Ian nodded “You guys go way back”

“Oh, we do” Kylian hummed, his gaze traveling back to her “Don’t worry, chérie, I am not going to embarrass you with stories, at least not so soon” a cocky smirk appearing on his lips.

And she frowned delicately, for his eyes only to see, because she guessed that the meaning hidden behind these words was not really innocent. Ian chuckled, but she could sense that he preferred to change the subject.

“You play a game this Sunday, we will stay in Paris for few more days, I was discussing it with y/n, that we should definitely buy tickets to see it”.

Yes, such conversation has taken place, but right now y/n had doubts if it was such a good idea. She hoped Ian would forget, she had various ideas about many other plans for them for this week, just to make him forget about attending the closest PSG game.

“Oh, that’s a fantastic idea” Kylian politely agreed “It’s been a long time since you last came to see me play” he turned to her, his attitude friendly and amiable, but by some means she sensed a ruse hiding beneath it all.

She was not exactly sure why she was so reluctant in this encounter. It was truly a pleasant and nice conversation they had, but she knew Kylian, she knew she hurt him, she could see it deep in his eyes.

“I’ll send you tickets, how about that?” he proposed generously.

Strange feelings enveloped y/n in a few seconds, it came out of nowhere, she did not expect it, the conversation started to fade around her suddenly. A heavy burden fell upon her shoulders quickly, like a lightning striking just beneath her feet. She started to fight for the next breath, an alarming sensation, like she was about to faint in any second now. It terrified her, strong and cold chills ran across her whole body and she muttered a fast apology, informing that she needs to find a bathroom. And she left them alone, with no second thought if it was a good idea. She did not care, she needed some time alone. She almost ran in the opposite direction, not very much focused about where she was heading. She realised she ended in Gia’s room. The noisiness of music and conversation fading in the quiet room. She rested on the closest armchair, trying to calm her nerves and shaking hands. Was she experiencing a panic attack? She wasn’t sure, she never had one before. She breathed a sing of relief as her mind started to slow down, quieting down. Looking at the shelf to her right she spotted a collection of pictures collected upon it and stood up when she noticed a few that she recognized and remembered. Gia loved stacking memories with pictures, the collection was quite impressive. Some hanged on strings along the walls of her room, other framed prettily on the shelves. A specific one caught her attention and she approached it, spotting a photo taken at one of Gia’s Christmas parties. It was her and Kylian. He was seated on a chair, looking to the side and up at her as she stood above him, her fingers delicately grazing his chin from behind, she was laughing at something, looking at him, he was smiling softly at her. She took in their appearance, scoffing at the sight of her long, colourful nails, now shorter and elegant. They both looked careless and so young, so unburdened. But what caught her attention the most was the colour of Kylian’s hair, he dyed it white at the time, and despite the fact that she was immensely drunk that night, she remembered it so well. And she remembered she used to not be so innocent as well.

-December, 2017-

“Ky!” she called as soon as she noticed him enter with a few of his friends. She was anticipating him for a whole evening. And he was always late, she was embittered, she loved partying with him and he always made her wait for him “You can take off that beanie now, it is not snowing inside” she snickered noticing him wearing a ridiculous headgear in a covered room. Was this a new style now or what?

She approached him closely, rather wobbly due to the amount of alcohol she has already poured into herself, reaching for his hat, but he shifted swiftly to avoid her reaching hand. She frowned, visibly surprised. She noticed a mysterious smile on Tchaga’s face from behind him. Interesting, he was wearing a similar hat as well.

“What is it now? Are you hiding something there?” she asked playfully, still trying to snatch the hat off his head. She was truly determined.

“Don’t” he warned, his lips stretching into a little smile and she giggled.

“Let me see” she whined, still putting up a little fight with him. But she was drunk and he was way too sober and strong for her. He grabbed her sides to steady her “You did something with your hair, didn’t you?” she laughed, excitement gushing out from her “Show me!”

“No, I did not” he opposed with an accusatory expression. Oh, he would not give her shit now. She knew he was lying. And it made her even more excited now “I’m just comfortable like this” he commented.

And she was a smart girl, that she was, so she shrugged as a sign of finally giving up, stepping away from him, making his grip on her loosening. And that was when he lost with her. She still had it in her to be clever enough and quickly reached for the hat, taking it off him in a swift move. He groaned trying to get his hat back, one hand on her waist, another gripped the forearm of the hand holding his beanie. But it was too late already, she could see it now. She did not laugh, she did not appear much surprised. She just gazed up at him, her eyes round and big as she took in his appearance. He looked like he expected some form of stronger reaction from her. She swayed in his hold.

“It’s white” she stated and he smirked in amusement at this obvious conclusion.

Was he about to make fun of her now? Looked like it.

“It’s cool, it’s hot” she emphasized, still mesmerised at the sight of him “Suits you”

“Yeah? You like it?” he chuckled, because she truly must have looked funny, so serious and so stunned.

“Mhm” she nodded “It’s sexy” she added, noticing the playfulness disappearing in his eyes, making room for something closer to curiosity now, with a bit of more intensity as he looked at her.

She was young, and she was wild, drunk, carefree and absolutely… hot right now. So many concerning feelings she had for him this whole time now dangerously skyrocketed. She realised she stood there awkwardly, trying to keep herself straight, trying to calm her racing heart, calm the drive awaken in her. She was turned on. Irrationally, rabidly turned on by her friend. She wanted to climb him. Oh, fuck. She was so drunk and as it turned out - horny. And so, so stupid.

“Alright” he murmured, his voice dropping even lower. Oh fuck, fuck! “How many drinks did you have, ma chérie?”

“A few” she choked out nervously after few seconds.

“I see” he nodded, still holding her close “Want me to take you home now?” his eyes… stood out much more now in contrast with his hair. Dark, enchanting.

Oh no, don’t talk to me like that, a little voice screamed inside her head. She was close to a tremendous break out, close to doing something foolish. She could not trust herself if they were to be alone.

“Just one more hour?” she managed to say and he accepted her proposition, swearing to keep her close to himself for the rest of the night to make sure she would not drink too much anymore. For her own good.

He was being a good friend. She began experiencing torture.

[burning-fcols]

❧ I feel like your blog is too organized compared to mine ☒ I’m worried my blog isn’t fancy enough for you ✎ I can’t write long enough replies and don’t want to annoy you ✉ I don’t know how best to contact you ✂ I sent you something and you never replied I really wanna I really really wanna :(( - ✧ ˖ ˙ 「 @ʙɪᴛᴛᴄɴɴᴇᴄᴋ 」 ˙ ˖ ✧

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(( Also please do not worry about length when it comes to me because I NEVER expect others to match. *motions frantically at my essays* I couldn't be brief to save my life and honestly, I don't want to. XD I have the most fun writing novella and have Accepted This, but my partners are free to do Whatever they want. Because it's all about enjoyment, not putting pressure on yourself. I adore every reply I get. Also, annoying me is Never an issue 'cause I am but a bean vibing. lol ))

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[gailynovelry]

I think I got the summary for Ember Warrior hashed out! Figured I'd post it here really quick to get a little feedback on it. I'm curious as to if it's interest-grabbing, and/or if there are any confusing sentences in there.

War has come for Rhimn. The unified feyrie courts strike back against the knights of the Irongardhe, casting the dark-winged shadow of Lady Death over Gadhi.

While Crislie wrestles with unexpected heritage and razes the frontlines of open warfare, her friends navigate the political intrigue of their Heraldry. As Meparik sets off on a diplomatic mission to convince the Ulluan Matrius to lend her aid, Navaeli parleys with the feyrie courts on behalf of General Morekai, hoping that he may hold the key to the cage of her Heraldry.

But allies may be more difficult to make than outright enemies. When Ullua is reluctant to make war with its neighbor, and the courtleaders and generals have agendas of their own, the situation might not be as straightforward as putting an ax through a foe . . .

And it’s far too easy for foes to pose as friends.

As the Ashen Army advances, the political imperatives of everyone’s roles threaten to devour them — but faltering could cost the lives and freedom of the fey of Rhimn.

[icantalk710]

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