#SOMEONE ASK ME ABOUT COLE TRIP PLEASE

[made-my-peace-with-all-the-bad]

I’m still thinking about last night in case anyone cares

[lady-ashfade]

Hi I would like a slice of blueberry pie with Alicent Hightower please? ✨

Sworn To Me

´*: ･ﾟ⋆˒ Yandere!Alicent HighTower x Fem!Reader

Bakery Event is closed

╰･ﾟ✧☽ summary: the queen is caught between the whispers of her favorite lady in waiting.

╰･ﾟ✧☽ words: 969

╰･ﾟ✧☽ warnings: Yandere behaviors, Possessive, Crispy cole is not with her, This set before Viserys dies, I struggled with this one, manipulation, me loving women. 

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“Excuse me,” you mumbled and moved around the crowded hall, a pair of chatting ladies blocking your path. They sent you a strange look but moved non the less, so you continued with your way.

Life at the keep has been wonderful and very welcoming. The opportunity became clear when your father moved to kingsland at the request of the hand, you followed him in hopes of a better future. Maybe a handsome suitor will fall at your feet for your hand in marriage, yet you were offered something else in the mean time. A chance to be a Lady-In-Waiting for The Queen herself.

Alicent couldn’t keep her eyes off of you since she first laid eyes upon you at the way you carried yourself like sunshine. How beautiful your hair curled, how intoxicating the smile on your lips made her feel. The world seemed to not have touched you yet as you still sang of happiness and innocents. Something the gods must have wished for her — to keep you safe from harm and the cruelties that plague the realm.

As you made your way down the halls you made yourself walk a little faster, trying not to trip down the stairs with your skirts lifted in your hands. You nodded to every lord you passed by, never noticing the lingering eyes flicker down your frame. Once down with the steps you make your way to the old chambers were Your Queen resides. You smile at the guard beside the door. He stepped aside and opened the chamber door with you close behind him.

“My Queen,” you bond your knees and nod your head towards her. She turns from her gaze from out the window to you, your dress matching the same shade of hers.

The knight walks out and shuts the door behind him. Placing your hands together you walk closer and a bright smile forms. Around the queen sat a large selection of sweets that aways called your name and delicious wine made from peach’s, always making you feel good.

Alicent looked between the pastries you laid eyes upon and then back at you, and courageous smile appearing on her face before grabbing a plate herself. “Good morrow, Lady Y/n.” she twisted her tongue while trailing herself closer to the silver trays.

“Good Morrow, Your Grace. I hope the night was kind to you,” you asked sweetly.

Once she gathered a few small cakes she took a seat on the cushions and watched you while you did the same. How comfortable you seemed to always be in her presences. Or the bounce in your steps when you saw sweets, no matter the occasion.

“Fair enough I suppose, as it can be as of late,” she sighed and swirled the cup of wine to her lips. Taking a set across from her you begin to devour the sweets on the plate, your eyes brightening with eat taste.

Alicent kept her eyes on you and continued to watch you eat while something rooted inside her chest and made it sting. Rumors. Horrible whispers have spread to her ears about you — About a betrothal — something she couldn’t let happen. Having you married to someone else, it simply wouldn’t do. A man would crush your spirits, never show you the love you deserved nor treat you like she did.

“Tell me, have you anything important as of late to share?” Alicent questioned while the light made shades on her face and her eyes piercing into you.

Nothing of importance come to mind as you spent most of your time at her side, so not much has happened since the hours of leaving her to rest. “Nothing of note, Your Grace.” she only hummed in reply to think of something you could know.

“You’d never leave my side, would you?” Alicents voice stayed calm and honeyed with her words, and eyes curious above the cup now leaning into her lips.

You rushed to shake your head to deny, jumping almost at the edge of your seat to convince her otherwise.

“No Your Grace. I would never dream of leaving your side as long as you wish as such.”

“Then there has been no indication of a lord asking for your hand?” Alicent questioned you. Nothing to her words spoke to you, nor held any truth to them.

“There has been no word of any engagement of mine, My Queen I assure you. Whoever told you these lies simply must have misheard or played the feddle of lies.” You asserted. The next second you watch her rise to her feet, her dress falling off her lap and a beautiful shade of green you always recognize with comfort and warmth. Alicent stood just before you, and right above you and her difference in height now forced you to look up at her.

Alicent took her fingers and grabbed ahold of your chin. The mood shifted in the air as her presences changed to a unrecognized one, and slight fear dwelled within you. “I couldn’t have someone steal you away, your sworn to be by my side. No man can have you,” she harshly tightened her fingers. A darkness filled her eyes as she stared down at you, and the pain of her hold made you flinch — you had no choice but to obey.

“Yes, My Queen.” You quiver.

She let go and made a cooing sound and dropped a few inches downwards to take you into her arms in acts to comfort you. She rubbed your back with her warm hands and tried to soothe your state.

“My sweet girl, I appreciate your loyalty. I only want what’s best for you. As I am the only one who understands what you need.” She whispers before placing a kiss onto your temple.

[inlovewithquestionablecharacters]

Alicent Hightower X Prostitute!Reader: Secret touches

Warnings: smut, oral ( f receiving), face sitting, Alicent being kind off inexperienced, female anatomy, female reader, no use of y/n, Crispy Cole makes an appearance (a brief one), nipple play, cum eating.

Word count: 2K

You’re not used to being in the Castle. In reality this was your first time stepping into these halls. You tug at the neckline of your dress. You aren’t used to being so covered. Being a worker in the street of silk meant you often found yourself with as minimal clothes as possible. After so many years you’d grown used to being bare most of the time. But you couldn’t walk in such a sacred space with such little clothing so you’d opted for a dress that covered you better. 

You trailed behind the guard in silence, eyes taking in your surroundings. You wondered why you’d been called here. You’d lain with the Targeryens before but always outside of the castle walls. That's the way it was supposed to be. The royals prided themselves in being discreet about these things. Or at least they thought they were being discreet about it but in reality everyone knew of their trips to the street of silk. 

The guard stopped in front of a door, knocking on it. You waited for a moment before a voice rang through the hall.

“Enter.”

You recognized the voice instantly. Alicent Hightower was behind that door. Your eyes widened a bit at the realization. For some reason you’d expected to have been called over by one of the men of the castle. But the longer you thought about it the more it made sense that Alicent has been the one to request you. She was probably after secrets her children kept from her. And who better to answer her questions than someone like you who dealt with secrets on the daily. 

You walked into the room, eye scanning the place until your eyes fell on Alicents red hair. You heard the door close behind you, telling your the guard had left. Alicent turned to face you, her eyes looking you up and down. 

“Your Grace.”

You gave a small bow, knowing it was better to be formal than to suffer the consequences. Alicent walked around the room, nervously picking at her hands. You stayed still, awaiting any command from her. 

“You work in the street of silk.”

“Yes, your grace.”

“So you’ve been with men.”

“Yes, Your Grace. Many men have come for my services.”

Silence filled the room for a moment as Alicent thought of how to make this next question not so obvious.

“What about women?”

Your brows furrowed for a moment, trying to understand why Alicent would ask something like that. But then she turned around to face you and you caught onto the look on her face, understanding immediately. You gave her a small smirk, eyes switching to a more sultry gaze.

“Yes, I've pleasured women before, Your Grace.”

You could see the way Alicents breath hitched a bit at your words. The action pleased you greatly. You always adored the effect you had on people. Especially important people. Alicent stared at you for a moment, trying to decide if she was really going to do this. You were already here, it would be a waste not to.

“Take your clothes off.”

You smiled at Alicent, hands moving to remove your dress. It took you a bit longer than it usually did because of all the layers that made up your dress. Once you had finally managed to remove the layers you let them pool on the ground. You stepped out of the pile, standing before Alicent fully nude. You watched Alicent take in the sight of you.

“Do I please you, Your Grace?”

Alicents throat went dry at the question. Words seemed to get stuck in her throat, not allowing her to answer you verbally. Instead she nodded her head at you, her hand moving to grip at her dress. You caught onto the action, beginning to move towards her.

“Would you like me to help you get undressed?”

Alicent looked startled for a moment and you couldn’t help but think you’d misunderstood her intentions with you. But before you could dwell on the thought for too long Alicent managed to open her mouth.

“Yes.”

The words came out in a breathy whisper, making it clear the effect your naked body had on her. You moved forward, closing the gap between the two of you. Alicent turned around so that you could unlace her dress. Your hand moved over her skin gently, causing goosebumps to appear on her arms. As her skin was revealed to you you leaned down to kiss it. The action caused Alicent to close her eyes and suck in a breath. You could feel the tense way her body shifted.

“Have you been with a woman before, Your Grace?”

“No.”

“Don’t worry, I'll be very gentle.”

Remarkably your words seemed to calm her a bit, her shoulders relaxing against your touch. Once you’d removed her clothing completely you took a step back. Alicent felt you retreat from her, her head moving to the side so she could look at you. She seemed a bit shy,a blush coating her cheeks as she felt you stare at her.

“May I see you, Your Grace?”

“Are you not already?”

You gave her a small smile.

“I mean I wish to gaze at your eyes as I look at you.”

You wanted her to turn to face you but you could tell she was still in new territory and that started her.

“Don’t worry. It’s nothing I haven't seen before.”

Your words seemed to remind Alicent that this was just a job to you. There was nothing happening here that you’d consider wrong. You would not judge her, just as she did not judge you. That thought calmed her, allowing her to step into her more confident self. She turned to face, proudly displaying her body to you. Your eyes lingered on her frame, moving over her body as you took in her beauty. You moved forward once again, your hand resting on Alicents waist. She watched you sink onto your knees before her, your head tilted up so you could gaze at her.

“You’re stunning, Your Grace.”

Alicent gasped as you placed a kiss on her stomach. You wound your hands around her, your tongue moving over her skin. You rose your body slowly, kissing the valley of her breasts before moving to take her breast in your mouth. Alicents hand moved to grab onto your head as you sucked on her breast, your tongue circling around her nipple. You felt her body fall back a bit as your hands moved to caress her body. Alicent grabbed onto the dresser behind her to steady herself. You’d barely even touched her and she was already having a hard time standing. You noticed this, causing you to unlatch your lips from her chest.

“Would you like to lay down, Your Grace?”

“That might be best.”

You moved away from her making your way to the bed. Alicent watched you climb onto the bed and settle down. She eyes you curiously, not understanding what you were doing. 

“Come take a seat.”

She did as you asked, climbing onto the bed and moving to sit next to you. She gazed at your relaxed frame for a moment before looking at your face. You had a smile plastered on your face.

“Have I done something amusing?”

“You could say that.”

“Well whats so funny?”

“When i asked you to sit i didn’t mean on the bed.”

Where else would you want her to…

Oh. Oh.

Alicents eyes widened as she understood. Her face turned a deep shade of red and all you could do was keep smiling up at her. It took her a moment to gather herself. Once she did she looked at you.

“I’ve never done it that way before.”

“First time for everything isn’t there?”

She supposed you were right. A year ago she would have never imagined herself doing something like this, yet here she was. Alicent climbed onto your chest, her legs resting on either side of you. She looked down at you for guidance. You placed your hands on her thighs, holding onto her. She lifted her body a bit, inching herself up until her nose was close to touching the wall. You tugged her down onto your face.

The moment Alicent felt your tongue on her she couldn’t help but moan. You lapped at her pussy with great expertise, tongue moving  in a manner that brought Alicent great pleasure. She grabbed onto the headboard, resting her forehead on the wall as she took in small breaths. She was trying to be as quiet as possible, knowing there were guards outside, but you weren't making it easy on her. Her body moved forwards on its own, hips humping against you. The motion caused your nose to rub against her clit perfectly and in a couple minutes she was reaching her orgasm. 

Alicent's cum coated your face as she reached her high. Her body sagged slightly against you. You continued lapping up her juices until she winced and placed her hand on your head to stop you. Slowly she moved off your face. Your chest rose and fell as you tried to regain your normal breathing.

Alicent watched you with dazed eyes. Before she could totally understand what she was doing, her body began leaning down. You felt Alicent's lips come in contact with yours in a sweet kiss. You let her take control of the kiss, not wanting to overstep and upset her. She broke away from you, licking her lips to clean off the cum that had caught onto her skin. 

You watched her get off the bed, wobbly legs making their way towards the place her clothes were on the floor. You pushed yourself up, inching yourself off the bed as well. You made your way to Alicent, your arms wrapping around her waist. You felt her let out a breath as she felt your body on hers.

“Did I please you?”

“Very much.”

“I’m glad. Want help with your clothes?”

“Yes.”

You helped Alicent get dressed, making sure she looked as put together as possible. Once she was decent you moved to dress yourself. To your surprise Alicent made her way over to you. You felt her hands move against your bare skin for a moment before she leaned down to place a kiss to your shoulder. She helped you tug on your clothes. When she finished you turned to face her. She looked at you in silence, almost as if she was trying to commit your face to memory. You gave her a smile, bowing slightly before knocking on the door. The guard opened the door, his eyes catching on Alicent before looking at you.

“Ser Criston please make sure she is escorted back to the streets safely.”

The guard nodded at Alicent, moving out of your way so that you could exit. The two of you walked in silence until you reached the castle gate.

“I can make it back to town on my own.”

“Your Grace told me to company-”

“Trust me, I'm doing you a favor. My place of work is not suited for a man such as yourself.”

You gestured to his white cloak with your head. He understood your words immediately, eyes widening a bit at the implication. You merely smiled at him and turned to go on your way.

“My lady!”

You turned back to look at him.

“Yes?”

“What did Your Grace require of you?”

You gave him a small laugh.

“That's for me to know and for you to be curious about.”

You could sense the small disappointment in Cristons face.

“If you truly need to know, perhaps you should ask Alicent. I’m sure there will be no consequences.”

He could tell you were being coy so he opted to not give you an answer. He watched you turn around again and make your way out of the castle. Once you were far enough down the path towards the town Criston turned around and made his way back to Alicents quarters. He knocked on the door and waited for Alicents command for him to come in. When she gave it he opened the door, closing it behind him. His eyes found Alicents frame.

“Well? Did she say anything?”

“Not a word, Your Grace.”

“Good.”

Alicent gazed out the window, a small smile making its way to her face. You’d kept your exchange a secret, proving your loyalty to her. She’d have to keep you around. There were still many things she wanted you to teach her. 

[badbreed1111]

A man from Norfolk , VA called a local radio station to share this on Sept 11th, 2003, TWO YEARS AFTER THE TRAGEDIES OF 9/11/2001.

His name was Robert Matthews. These are his words:

A few weeks before Sept. 11th, my wife and I found out we were going to have our first child. She planned a trip out to California to visit her sister. On our way to the airport, we prayed that God would grant my wife a safe trip and be with her. Shortly after I said 'amen,' we both heard a loud pop and the car shook violently. We had blown out a tire. I replaced the tire as quickly as I could, but we still missed her flight. Both very upset we drove home.

I received a call from my father who was retired NYFD. He asked what my wife's flight number was, but I explained that we missed the flight.

My father informed me that her flight was the one that crashed into the southern tower. I was too shocked to speak. My father also had more news for me; he was going to help. 'This is not something I can't just sit by for; I have to do something.'

I was concerned for his safety, of course, but more because he had never given his life to Christ. After a brief debate, I knew his mind was made up. Before he got off of the phone, he said, 'take good care of my grandchild.' Those were the last words I ever heard my father say; he died while helping in the rescue effort.

My joy that my prayer of safety for my wife had been answered quickly became anger. I was angry at God, at my father, and at myself. I had gone for nearly two years blaming God for taking my father away. My son would never know his grandfather, my father had never accepted Christ, and I never got to say good-bye.

Then something happened. About two months ago, I was sitting at home with my wife and my son, when there was a knock on the door. I looked at my wife, but I could tell she wasn't expecting anyone. I opened the door to a couple with a small child.

The man looked at me and asked if my father's name was Jake Matthews. I told him it was. He quickly grabbed my hand and said, 'I never got the chance to meet your father, but it is an honor to meet his son.'

He explained to me that his wife had worked in the WorldTrade Center and had been caught inside after the attack. She was pregnant and had been caught under debris. He then explained that my father had been the one to find his wife and free her. My eyes welled up with tears as I thought of my father giving his life for people like this. He then said, 'there is something else you need to know.'

His wife then told me that as my father worked to free her, she talked to him and led him to Christ. I began sobbing at the news.

Now I know that when I get to Heaven, my father will be standing beside Jesus to welcome me, and that this family would be able to thank him themselves ..

When their baby boy was born, they named him Jacob Matthew, in honor of the man who gave his life so that a mother and baby could live.

Please take time to share this amazing story. You may never know the impact it may have on someone. God doesn't call the qualified, He qualifies the called.

Credit to original poster

Robert Timothy Cole 2014

[bitchinbarzal]

https://www.tumblr.com/bitchinbarzal/736733295226896384/do-it-lets-fuck-some-shit-up-cole-anon

At this point she was already pregnant (baby Luca) but she didn't know it

Mama Hischier was ready to raise this baby alone and in secret, i need drama

😮‍💨 oh bestie the angst. I know this doesn’t really fit with the original storyline but I’m going to make it because it’s too good.

Nico was in Switzerland for the summer with Naomi. You were supposed to fly Iris over half way through the off season before joining your girlfriends on a beach vacation in Greece then coming home to jersey.

However, plans change. You were sick, so severely sick.

You’d ended up calling Nico three weeks into the off season

“I need you to come back to jersey and get iris”

“What?! She’s not supposed to be here for another-“

“Nico, I can’t get into this with you can you do it or not? I can’t bring her there anymore”

You had it out on the phone, him accusing you of being difficult assuming it had something to do with Naomi being there or what he’d told you before he left.

It wasn’t, there was someone else you were too focused on.

Luckily, Timo’s girlfriend had shows in California so they were still in the states and they’d agreed to come to jersey after the shows were finished to get Iris and take her back to Switzerland with them.

You thought it best to let her go to her dads before it got bad.

Iris however was constantly watching you throw up, scared something was wrong. She was so worried.

You knew you were pregnant. Mom's intuition. And you were terrified.

You were scared, the fear from before was coming back up. Everything you’d been through four years ago was sitting at the forefront of your mind.

You were pregnant with Nico’s baby and he was trying to have a baby with someone else.

You hadn’t told him, after your conversations about him and Naomi you decided very selfishly, you’d do this alone.

In Switzerland, Iris was lapping up the love from her auntie, uncle, oma and opa.

All of them had watched her over the week and how Naomi interacted with her.

About a week into her trip, Iris was in bed ready to sleep when her grandma headed up to say goodnight. She stopped when she heard the little girl speak

“Is daddy coming to read to me?”

“No, your dad is busy. He doesn’t want to see you” Naomi snapped and his mom frowned listening to her tone “and Iris, I know your mommy sent you here to ruin our summer but please sweetheart just leave me and your daddy alone this week ok? You’re really bothering us”

She could hear the quiver in Iris’ voice “but mommy’s si-“

“I don’t care. she’s a pain in my side and so are yo-“

“Enough!” Iris scrambled out of bed to her grandma’s arms while Naomi tried to stumble out an excuse for what she’d clearly said.

“I think it’s best you leave Naomi, you’re not welcome in our house any longer”

They made off downstairs, Iris sniffling and Naomi yelling behind them about how they couldn’t kick her out, this wasn’t fair.

“Woah, what’s happening?” Nina asked, stopping the conversations she was having with her brothers and dad in the living room to focus solely on her distraught little niece.

Nico’s mom stared at him in a way she hadn’t since he was a child

“I want her out of our house, now”

He nodded, up out of his seat and straight towards Iris who shifted her head so she wasn’t looking at her father. Nico’s heart broke, he had no idea what was going on.

He left the house with Naomi and didn’t arrive back for almost two hours, by this time Iris was fast asleep in her uncles lap.

When he did come in the family were all waiting for him just as he’d left. He didn’t care about them, or what they had to say. He cared about Iris.

He approached her sleeping form and crouched down infront of her, kissing her cheek before lifting her up into his arms and taking her up to his bed.

He held her all night, still fully dressed in his clothes he’d worn all day. He just had to hold his girl.

When the morning came and Iris woke up she had to gather her surroundings before she saw Nico and cuddled into him some more

“Morning princess”

“Hi daddy”

He sucked in a breath before saying “You want to talk?”

Iris contemplated it for a minute before she said

“Are you and mommy fighting because mommy’s sick? Is that why Naomi doesn’t like mommy?”

Nico frowned “Mommy’s sick?”

Iris nodded "We went to the doctors home and she was crying" now Nico is internally panicking, a million thoughts running through his mind of what could be wrong with you.

"But the doctor lady gave mommy a present to take home and she was smiling after”

“What did she get?” He asks and Iris jumps out of bed, leaving the room momentarily before coming back in holding something.

He takes it from her hand and he is instantly relieved, it's just her sonogram. It takes him a moment before he quirks his head. That's not Iris. He knows her picture, it's in his stall, he sees it everyday.

Then he sees the name and date at the top.

You were pregnant.

Nico has a wave of emotions fall over him for a moment, anger, jealousy, hurt before he turns to Iris

“Mommy’s gonna be okay, ‘ris I promise”

She hums, still stuck into his side before she says

“Daddy?”

“Yeah squish?”

“I wanna go home to mommy”

“Yeah, me too”

So they travelled back to Jersey that night, the two of them needing your comfort.

You were in the middle of watching a movie when they came through the door, startling you

“Mama I’m home!” Iris shouted, jumping up onto the couch and into your arms

“Hi babygirl, what on earth are you guys doing back here?”you were looking at Nico to answer that.

He sat down next to you, pulling the blanket you had over him too then put down the sonogram on the coffee table infront of you both.

The smile on your face dropped and you looked at him, panicked.

“I hope it’s a boy” is all he says before grabbing your hand and squeezing it.

He knew. He knew it was his baby.

You squeezed his hand back “Not the baby mom you’d hoped for-“

“Hey” he grumbled “You’re the best mom and if I get the choice you’ll be the only mom to all of my kids”

“Neeks…”

“We’ll talk when she’s in bed ok?”

You nod, letting it go for now while watching Iris cuddle into your side to watch the movie and Nico’s hand spreads out across your belly.

He had everything he ever wanted under that roof

[zegrasdrysdale]

Hi! I wanted to ask if you could write a request for cole caufield! So him and reader are like newly public but have been dating for a couple months, but she’s getting hate on the internet bc her ex is someone who’s famous (idk who lol) but anyways she goes onto like a podcast and talks about how much better of a boyfriend cole was to her than her ex and when she gets home he’s just so in awe of her and the way she feels and speaks about him (I’m so sorry if this didn’t make sense) 😭

[ to love and to be loved ] c. caufield

paring : Cole Caufield x influencer!fem!reader

summary : tired of the hate she's been getting, (Y/N) goes on a podcast to talk about her life, her past relationship, and her new public relationship with Canadians star Cole Caufield

warning(s) : language, mentions of cheating

author’s note : my first time ever writing for cole so pls tell me if i did okay :)

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She didn't know what she thought would happen when she and Cole went public with their relationship a few months after they started dating. There were a few hours where all she saw was support, until her TikToker ex decided to say something about the announcement she and Cole made.

All she sees right now is hate from thousands of people after her ex's comments on his Instagram story. He called her a bitch and said she used him to gain fame and use his money to get what she wanted. He even tagged Cole in a second Instagram story to warn him about her "manipulative ways". His millions of fans agreed with him and have started to flood her feed with hate and negative messages.

She can't even imagine what Cole's comments and DMs look like.

It's been a week since that day, and she's only grown tired of seeing all the hate. She's hasn't spoken out about her ex's accusations about her despite her having more serious accusations about him and his own girlfriend.

As soon as she was invited to go on one of her friends' podcasts, she jumped at the opportunity to speak out about what's been going on. It's time to speak out, and that's the reason her friend invited her on to the podcast.

The set is comfortable. She sits on the couch next to her friend and her friend's podcast partner. A microphone sits in front of her on a stand. A table sits at her feet that holds cups of coffee for the three of them. It's a cozy set up.

"Thank you for inviting me," (Y/N) says to her friend. "I'm sorry Cole wasn't available to come on with me. He flew in this morning from his road trip and has practice today. He didn't want to risk being late to the rink."

Her friend Demi says, "It's not a problem. I understand that he has a busy schedule. Thank you for agreeing to come on."

"It's time I spoke up about this," she tells her friend. "Don't be afraid to ask the hard questions. I'll happily answer any of them."

One of the crew members tells them they're going live in less than a minute. (Y/N) throws her curls behind her shoulder and sits back to get comfortable on the couch.

The same crew member counts down from five before pointing at Demi and her podcast partner. Demi is the one that gives this episode's greeting.

"Welcome back to TikTok Stuff You Should Know," she says into her own microphone. "To my left is Payton, which is not surprising at all because she's glued to my side. Today we have a very special guest joining us. She is a very close friend of mine who has been dealing with a lot of hate recently after launching her relationship online last week. Please welcome (Y/N) (L/N) to the podcast."

Payton looks over at (Y/N) and speaks. "Welcome, (Y/N). We're very happy you're able to join us today."

"Happy to be here."

Demi smiles at her and says, "So, we're all dying to know. How is your relationship with Cole Caufield? How have the two of you been dealing with the past week?"

There it is. Starting out strong.

"Cole has been super supportive of me," she replies. "He's been doing his best in trying to distract me over the past week. I think we've both been trying to stay off social media this week and focus on making sure we're both okay. He's been playing really well recently too, which makes it very easy to distract myself from everything that's been happening on social media. I think he's been using hockey as his own distraction."

Payton nods along as (Y/N) speaks. Demi's eyes are on her. They're both listening to everything she's been saying.

That's only a fraction of what's been happening.

(Y/N) has been in tears almost every night, especially since Cole has been on a roadie for the past four days. The first three days after all hell broke loose were perfect. She laid in Cole's arms every night and woke up next to him every morning. It made the days a lot easier.

Since he left, she's been in tears on FaceTime with him. It hasn't been as easy without him near her. It actually kind of sucks. She didn't even get to see him before she left.

"What made you want to come out about your seemingly new relationship with him?" Payton asks. "Did you think that Ethan would say something about it when you and Cole posted about it?"

She shakes her head. "I always thought Ethan was a really nice guy," she explains. "I certainly didn't expect this out of him. Especially after everything he did throughout our relationship. Cole and I really love each other and we both got tired of hiding that from the public. It was his idea to make out "

"That's an interesting comment," Demi slowly says like she doesn't know what her ex did. "What did Ethan do during your relationship?"

(Y/N) bites her bottom lip for a second. "He cheated on me," she tells the two of them. "All the time at the end of our relationship. Actually, his new girlfriend is just one of the girls he fucked while we were in a relationship. He would have a new girl every weekend and I would look the other way because I loved him."

"It wasn't because you didn't want to lose your constant source of followers and money?" Payton asks. "I'm not taking a shot, by the way. He accused you of using him for fame and money so I just want you to be able to clear the air."

"No, I understand," she replies after being caught off guard by the way the question was worded. "Um, no. I never once used him for followers or money. I made my own money by posting my own content across social media. I stayed with him because I wanted to believe he was a better person and that he could change. I truly loved him and I wanted a future with him. After nearly three months of this, I couldn't do it anymore and I ended things with him."

She notes that Payton looks genuinely surprised by her words. Demi looks annoyed because she and (Y/N) are actually very close friends so she was one of the first people that she told what was going on. She was one of the people that told (Y/N) to end the relationship when Ethan started cheating on her.

"That's crazy," Payton drawls. "Holy shit." She looks over at Demi. "Did you know about all of this?"

"(Y/N) is one of the most genuine people I have ever known," Demi says. "I hated seeing her in that relationship at the end, and I hate that she's being accused of using someone for followers and money. There was a reason she rarely ever posted Ethan on any of her social media. She didn't want to constantly post him because she was afraid to be labeled as a user. She loves creating content and videos. She's so much happier now."

A small smile forms on her lips as she thinks about Cole. She thinks about how he actually loves her and isn't afraid to show it.

"I am so much happier now," she echoes. "I mean, Cole is the best thing that has ever happened to me. He was so patient with me at the beginning of our relationship because I was still healing from my last relationship. He spent so long trying to show me that it's okay to love and be loved by someone that I gave my heart to him. I trust him with my everything, which is not something I would've said this time last year."

Demi smiles at her and Payton mirrors it. "That's so good to hear," Payton says. "Sounds like you caught a good one, (Y/N)."

"I absolutely did," she replies with a smile on her own face. "He is the best boyfriend. I've been so emotional this past week and he has made sure to be there for me the entire time. He checked in on me while he was on the road for the past few games. I am so in love with him, and he helped me believe in love again. I am so grateful for him."

One of the crew members tells them to begin wrapping up. Payton takes over. "Well, thank you for talking with us, (Y/N)," she says. "Where can we find you and Cole?"

"You can find Cole on the ice tomorrow night at seven when he and the Canadians take on the Calgary Flames," she says. "You can find him on social media at colecaufield. You can find me on social media as well at yourusername. Or you can find me somewhere in the stands at Cole's home hockey games."

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It feels like an eternity since she's been home when she walks into her apartment in downtown Montreal. She shuts the door behind her with a sigh and leans against it.

When she throws her keys in the bowl by the door, she sees Cole's car keys. "Coley?" she calls. "Are you here?"

She walks into the living room to see Cole sitting on the couch. He looks back at her and smiles. "You are freaking amazing, baby," he tells her. "I listened to the podcast on the way home and holy shit. I have never heard anyone talk about me the way you do. I swear I fall in love with you more every single day."

"You listened?" she asks.

Cole stands up with a nod. "To the whole thing," he replies. "I helped you believe in love again?"

"Yeah," (Y/N) breathes out. "You did. You showed me that it's okay to love someone without being afraid they're going to hurt you. I thought that for a long time, Cole. You helped me realize that it's okay to love someone again."

Without realizing it, tears begin to roll down her cheeks. She tries to wipe them away quickly but Cole notices them before she can wipe them away. He walks around the couch to get to her and he envelopes him in a hug. "I'm so proud of you, baby," he whispers in her ear.

She lets out a quiet sob and buries her face in his chest. "I'm so grateful for you," she replies.

"You're so brave for talking about the whole situation," Cole tells her. "I can't believe how well you're handling it. I'm in awe, (Y/N). I wish I had your strength. I wish I could've been there to witness the whole podcast."

"I'm only brave because you're here," she admits as she pulls her face out of his chest. Cole moves his hands to her jaw and his thumbs wipe away more tears that escaped. "I don't know where I'd be if you weren't here. I don't know if I'd even be here if you weren't, Cole."

Cole presses a kiss to her forehead and mumbles, "I love you. More than you'll ever know. You're so strong."

She closes her eyes and whispers, "I love you too."

(Y/N) isn't afraid to say those three words anymore. Not like she was last year. Cole has showed her that she doesn't need to be afraid anymore.

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MASTERLIST

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[drabblesandimagines]

Bedrest

Bit of a follow-on from Prescription, from this request Clive Rosfield x female reader, as fluffy as puppy Torgal, but then a lil' spice tease at the end

“You be sure to look after him, Torgal.” You scritch the wolf’s head as he noses into your side, enjoying your attentions. You’re in bed – feeling quite the lady of leisure this long after sunrise. “You might’ve noticed I’ve grown quite fond of your master.” Clive smiles warmly at the scene as he finishes putting on his leathers. He has business to attend to in Dhalmekia – Jill and Torgal attending alongside. It was a matter to which he had already delayed in addressing, wanting to savour a few undisturbed days within your company after your confession in the infirmary.

Tarja had insisted you rest and to keep off your injured leg to allow the muscle a chance to heal. There were no healing magicks to be undertaken in the Hideaway after all, not when you all knew the cost to the Bearer casting it. Patience, rest and herbal medicines were the only things for it.

Clive had thrived in the role as carer, immediately whisking you up in his arms and carrying you off to his chambers for the past few days. You’d tried to dissuade him from delaying his trip – his work was far more important, you’d stressed – but every time you’d protested, he’d rather rudely silenced you with a kiss.

“I wish you’d allow me to leave Torgal here with you.”

“I’ll feel much better knowing he’s with you. After all, if I’m not there, I’ll be reassured you have him and Jill to keep you out of mischief.”

You’d thought you’d return to your own bunk in the lower decks for Clive’s upcoming departure, but he’d insisted you continue convalescing in his chambers. Tarja had been checking in on your wounds daily – reapplying salve and fresh bandages. She’d noted concern about the way the one on your side was healing, noting the stitches had pulled apart a little but it should still heal nicely.

“It’s in an especially awkward place, prone to being tugged in natural movement,” she’d said that with a peculiar look at Clive, the man ducking his head bashfully when, truthfully, he’d been nothing but respectful of the healer’s specifications in regards to your recovery.

The Fire Dominant had even gone as far to count the stairs you’d have to conquer from your bunk to the ale hall – the daily exercise Tarja did allow - and compared it that of the one from his chambers. You wished you’d seen the hideaway’s face as Clive walked slowly down the steps, counting them one by one – he’d always taken steps two at a time with the length of his stride. He concluded it made far more sense for you to continue your recovery there, as to not put the stitches under any further strain with any extra steps.

“You’ll rest, won’t you?”

You force a tired smile. “I will.”

“I know it is difficult but, please, have patience. It’ll be worth it in the end.” He places a hand on your cheek and bends down, kissing you softly on the lips.

He draws back with a boyish grin, before heading towards the chamber doors.

“I miss you already, my darling.”

--

Three days have passed and you’ve stayed true to your word - staying in Clive’s chambers and only leaving to break your fast and partake in supper in the ale hall, someone’s eyes always tending to mind your slow and cautious journey there and back.

You’d tried to pass your days reading – the shelves had an extensive collection and Harpocrates had ferried over a pile of fairytales for your consumption - or making conversation with Otto, or Gav, or Cole as whoever came in to drop off missives, awaiting Clive’s return, and endless attempted naps, though they seemed to achieve little but make you more tired as you’d stare up at the ceiling half the night, feeling wide awake and hoping that Clive was okay.

Tarja would visit in the evening – applying salve and changing the bandages, determined to keep you free of infection.

“Is it healing all right?” You ask, as she finishes tightening the last strip.

“I think we’re nearly…”

“Tarja!” Gav’s voice boomed from the hall below before thunderous footsteps came up the stairs and the chamber door swung open, revealing an out of breath scout. “Bearers just came in – four in total, three in bad shape…”

“Coming!” Tarja gets up and departs swiftly, Gav following at her heels.

You wish you could help.

On the fourth morning, after another off and on sleep, you are thoroughly fed up of reading and staring at the ceiling and resting and surely, by now, the skin should’ve begun to mend. Afterall, Tarja had said pretty much so last night, hadn’t she? The ale hall had been full of talk of the state of the new Bearers joining the ranks and Tarja would be rightly preoccupied looking after their hurts. Surely it wouldn’t hurt to stretch your legs a little further than the twice daily trip to the ale hall…

--

Late afternoon and you’d perhaps tackled more stairs and walked around the outer decks a little more than planned but having the freedom to do so once more had been wonderful... until your side had started smarting. You’d been up in the atrium and, to avoid any possible run-ins with Tarja by going past the infirmary, you’d gone back down the stairs and planned to return to Clive’s chambers cutting through the forge. Blackthorne is hard at work at the anvil as usual and used to people walking past, so he doesn’t even raise his head as you stride past.

As you enter the main hall and walk clear of Charon’s store, you can see Gav is stood at the ale hall counter, deep in conversation with Clive, who clocks you immediately with an amused look.

Oh.

You walk forward cautiously to meet the two of them at the counter – there’s no point in trying to flee.

“My lady, you do appear to be lost.”

“You’re back,” you try and swerve the conversation. “We weren’t expecting you for another two moons.”

“Yes – it didn’t take as long as I’d planned and I was eager to return to you, but you don’t seem to be resting as instructed.” He takes a step forward then, and you unconsciously take one back.

“No, I have been. I just feel it’s time to…”

Before you can blink, as if he’s used the Phoenix’s blessing to increase his speed, he hooks his arm under your knees and one around your back, scooping you with ease.

“Gav, would you be so kind to accept any missives for me whilst I deal with this?”

“Clive…!“ You start to protest, feeling blood flush your face as you were pressed against his chest. The men quickly enter into conversation once more, ignoring you.

“What’s in it for me?” Gav smirks, folding his arms.

“Molly, open him a tab, please. I’ll settle up in the morning.”

“Howay – that’s what I’m talking about.” The scout grins. “Not a missive will slip through on my watch.”

You keep quiet as Clive carries you through the hall and towards the stairs. Charon takes a deep puff of her cigarette as you catch her eye – her expression gives nothing away.

Once in the chambers, he walks over to the bed, lays you down gently without a word, before heading back over to the chamber door and closing it, sliding the bolt across that he had Blackthorne forge to provide the two of you some privacy at certain hours.

He removes his sword from its sheath, placing it against the wall and then strips his cloak, leathers and belts in moments, leaving him in his undershirt and trousers and returns to the bed, sitting to the side of you – giving you that look.

“I’m fine, honestly.”

“May I?” His hand hovers at the hem of your shirt. You nod, and he pulls it up, his fingers ghosting around the bandages wrapped tightly around your abdomen. “Hm. A few spots of blood – I do hope we stopped you causing further damage, as well as prevented Tarja’s wrath.”

“Really?” You twist your head, trying to see but it’s an awkward position. “But I did rest - I only left the bed to break my fast and take supper the past three days.”

“I know it is frustrating, but you must remain patient. Your excursion today may have even undone all that hard work. Tarja will be able to confirm, though.”

You sigh, flopping your head down on the pillow dramatically as Clive tugs your top back in place.

“It’s a good thing I returned when I did, hm?” He squeezes your hand. “I can clear things for a couple of days again.”

“No, you shouldn’t put things off just because of me.”

“But how else will I get you to behave without my keen eye on you?” He picks your hand up, pressing a kiss to the back of it, before he smirks with a thought.

“Do I need to restrain you?” He quickly takes your other hand and lifts them both above your head, bringing them together before pinning them in place with one large hand. He leans over you, enjoying the tease.

“Perhaps I’ll need to bind your hands to the bed so you actually rest.”

“You wouldn’t.” You scoff, but you don’t sound as confident as you think you should. Your heart is pounding at the idea.

“Do not tempt me.” His voice has a dangerous edge to it now. “I did tell you that you had consumed my thoughts in all ways, did I not? Perhaps that was one of them.”

Clive lowers his face closer to you, biting his lip as he takes in the adorable flush of your cheeks, how your breathing has increased, squirming slightly under his gaze…

“However…” he sits upright then, pulling you up gently with him before he releases his grip upon your wrists and smiles, innocently, “..not whilst you’re injured. Use it as motivation, if you so desire.”

“You’re cruel.” You pout, folding your arms across your chest.

“Patience, my lady.” He gets to his feet and you think he means to leave you alone in your pity, only for him to clamber in behind you in the bed. He coaxes you back to lean against his chest, his legs now spread either side of yours and wraps his arms gently around you – ever mindful of your wound.

“Allow me to rest with you. Share the burden, so to speak.” He rests his head upon your shoulder, his voice vibrating through your cheek.

“I’m not tired,” but still you sink in deeper until his embrace, closing your eyes.

“I am,” he admits. “You said you haven’t been to Dhalmekia?”

“I haven’t.”

“It’s hot. Sandy – every breath I took I felt as if I was breathing it all in, and I fear I’ll be encountering sand in my boots too for moons to come.” He murmurs in your ear. “On the journey back, every time Torgal shook it was as if we’d walked into another sandstorm. We may have to bathe him to be rid of it…”

You smile at the idea of the sodden wolf in the hideaway’s bathing chambers.

“Which reminds me – they have hot springs in Dalimil. I don’t believe I’ve seen water so blue before. There’s a bath-house in the city too. The owner, in fact, owes me a favour. Perhaps when you’re recovered we can go. I hear it’s meant to be most relaxing.”

“Mm,” you agree, softly.

“The market is bustling - I think you’d like looking around at all the different wares, especially the offerings at their bakers. I’ve never seen so many types of bread, and some quite unique. There was a cob shaped like the former Drake’s Fang, even…”

Clive trails off, noting the change in your breathing. For someone claiming not to be tired, you’d soon fallen fast asleep to the dulcet tones of his voice. He suspects it’s from the overexertion from the day, but he also hopes it’s from the comfort you’ve found wrapped in his arms.

Clive presses a kiss to your crown before he lays his head back on the pillow, allowing himself to close his eyes.

“Rest well, my darling.” -- Masterlist . Requests welcome . Ko-fi

[lfghughes]

Heaven Can’t Help Me Now | Trevor

a/n: hahahaha i loved writing this and somehow my emotions are all over the place with the chaos this is.

“Trevor, I just want to sleep. Please shut up.” You grumbled as you shifted in your plane seat away from him. He had been nonstop talking since the moment you two had met up at five a.m for this trip and he was driving you insane. “Clearly someone is not a morning person.” He huffed as he grabbed one of the airplane blankets, unfolding it and placing it over you. “Here, get comfortable.” His words made you open your eyes just slightly and you noticed him shifting  in his seat so you could basically use him as a pillow. “Finally you’re being useful.” You grumbled as you tucked yourself into his side, his arm going around you. 

That was really the last thing you remembered because you fell asleep quickly but once the plane landed and you had to wake up you were in a much better mood. You stretched out your body, excited to get off this plane and finally use your legs on solid ground. “Is the princess more approachable now?” Trevor teased and you just rolled your eyes. The first stop after the plane trip was the hotel you two would be staying at and then you knew the other boys would meet up with you there.

As you walked into the hotel room you two would be sharing a look of confusion grew on your face. “Oh did you end up getting a separate room?” Back home you two had decided you were both okay with sharing a room and just getting two full beds but this was clearly just a one king bed. “Shit, no. I booked the two beds.” Trevor cursed as he looked through his phone at the reservations he made. “It’s fine, I’m sure Jack or Cole will let me crash in their bed.” 

All you could do was shrug in response and then you decided suddenly that it wasn’t a big deal. This was Trevor. You had just used him as a body pillow on the plane. “I mean we can share not a big deal. Just don’t hog the blankets, snore, or take up the whole bed. Also I don’t know if you sleep naked but you won’t be tonight.” You listed off the rules. Trevor nodded his head and it looked like you two were in agreement. “I’m going to check if the other boys are here.”

“Okay, I’m going to call Jamie and let him know we’re here safe.” As soon as Trevor exited the room, you called Jamie and it didn’t take long for him to respond. “Hey, we got here safe. Miss you already.” You playfully pouted on the video chat and he laughed. “Miss you too but I’m glad you both got there safely. Hey, real quick, is Trevor with you?” He asked and you shook your head. At this response he continued on “When you get back do you think we could talk about last night?”

“Yeah, of course.” You knew you both needed to talk about this and you weren’t about to avoid this conversation. Before either of you could say more the bedroom door opened and all three boys stumbled in and they were loud as always. “Bye Jamie, talk to you later.” You waved and the three boys came over to the camera to wave goodbye. The rest of the afternoon was fun, you got to go out with all the boys and you got a good laugh at their coordinating outfits, taking photos for them to post.

After that you all also decided to go out for some drinks and it was genuinely one of the most fun nights you had in a while. You were also very aware of the cameras consistently around recording and taking pictures and you knew that there would be a wildfire of rumors later on because there was going to be plenty of videos of Trevor with an arm around you or his hand in yours.

It was close to two am when both of you had stumbled back into your hotel room in a pitch of giggles. “Alright, let me go get changed.” You told him as you went to the bathroom, changing into much more comfortable sleep clothes before sliding into the bed. Both of you laid there in silence until Trevor turned the tv on. Of course the peacefulness didn’t last long as he purposely started to annoy you. He tugged most of the blankets onto his side, one of the main rules you gave him.

“Trevor, you’re hogging blankets.” You complained as you tried tugging them back and a giggle left your lips as his arm swooped you up and closer to him. “What are you cold, baby girl?” He teased, man did you really hate him sometimes. Okay, definitely not hate but he knew how to be annoying that was for sure. You were very aware suddenly of how his arm was still around and how his body curled around you. 

“This is much more comfortable.” He whispered and again you felt that thump in your heart like you had the night before with Jamie. You shifted your body so you could look at him and he didn’t look like he was anywhere ready to go to sleep. Instead his hand went to the side of your face as he leaned over, pressing his lips on yours. There wasn’t much thinking on your end except well Trevor was a really good kisser and you didn’t want to stop.

Your lips moved against his as he shifted his body so he was slightly hovering over you. The kiss was somehow between cautious and passionate and as his hands explored your body, it felt like you were suddenly on fire. You knew you two had been making out for a long while when you pulled away. “We should go to sleep, Z or else neither of us are making it out of this bed tomorrow morning.” You pointed out and he let out a small groan of frustration.

“I would definitely be okay with staying in bed with you tomorrow all day.” He pointed out but moved back over onto his side of the bed, still pulling you to his body. Again you sank into him comfortably but once he had fallen asleep with his arm around you was when the reality hit you of the situation. Jamie had almost kissed you yesterday and just now you had made out with Trevor. What in the hell did you just get yourself into?

[sxrensxngwrites]

The Inner Circle Crushing on Someone from a Different Background -- Part Two

this request comes from anon, who asks: 'Head canons for the main dragon age squard (if you feel up to it of course!!!!) About them crushing on someone from a different background (example: cullen and someone rich)'

I ended up splitting this up because I got carried away... my bad. If you want any of these to be revisited or you want me to go into more detail, feel free to shoot me another ask! The same can be said if you want DA characters from different games.

Part One (Blackwall, Cassandra, Cole) Part Two (Cullen, Dorian, The Iron Bull) Part Three (Josephine, Leliana, Sera)

CULLEN:

Cullen’s family had many mouths to feed, but they never tried to make their kids feel like they were missing out on anything. However, as Cullen got older he began to realize how difficult it was for his parents. This led him to joining the Templars; working in the order was a very consistently paying job that gave him places to sleep, so he could very easily send money back to his family. Even after he leaves the Templars and joins the Inquisition, he finds himself double checking his finances out of habit. The Inquisition is tighter on money and resources in the beginning, so suddenly he’s back to watching every coin that comes into his possession.

Enter the object of his affection: a person who never had to worry about money ever before. They’re likely related to some nobility, whether it be from Ferelden or otherwise. Money had been a given, so they’re very quick to buy drinks for the whole Inner Circle or give out money to the villagers of Haven. Cullen admires their generosity, but it hurts him greatly to watch them treat their money with such irreverence. He wishes it didn’t bother him as much as it does. As Cullen begins to catch feelings, the formalities aren’t what trips up their relationship. In fact, they have little to no meaning after a month or so of knowing each other. 

However, now that they’re a full member of the Inquisition and the strains of the job are becoming more apparent, money is becoming an issue. Their family isn’t exactly pleased that they’ve spent family money on the ragtag Inquisition–it being seen as sacrilege at that point. So, their family cuts them off, forcing them to learn how to spend their resources wisely. As sad as it is for them (and disappointing for the Inquisition to be losing such an important donor), Cullen is somewhat relieved. Now he doesn’t have to watch them throw away their money as if it has no value.

They come together over it actually, Cullen giving sound advice on rationing their money and picking up jobs to help around Haven. Although it frustrated him initially, he finds their eagerness to learn rather endearing. They spend regular time together, Cullen teaching what he’s picked up about finances and them telling stories of their upbringing. They begin to understand one another better, and Cullen is sure that he’s smitten. Eventually–when money and war isn’t the primary focus of either of their lives–they decide to stay together after the Breach has been dealt with and pool their remaining savings together. 

DORIAN:

Growing up as a son of a Tevinter Magister, Dorian had quite a lot of resources at his beck and call. However, he never let that deter his outlook on other people. There might be some disagreements here and there, but Dorian never let it dictate who he kept in his company–especially after he left Tevinter for Ferelden and Orlais.

Most everyone in Dorian’s early life was a mage, so it wasn’t unsurprising to him that he would be attracted to a mage when he ran away further south. However, his new romantic interest was unlike any Tevinter Mage. After the fall of many of the Ferelden circles, it was only natural that they’d be deemed an apostate. They had to travel light, but it wasn’t like they ever had much to their name to begin with. That had been taken away before they even made it to the Circle. 

Dorian, while he doesn’t hide his standing, also doesn’t wave it in his peers’ faces to make them feel less than. His companion, on the other hand, is still afraid of announcing their mage status in the post-circle world of Ferelden. Upon their meeting, however, the two connect over their different relationships with magic. They share anecdotes, stories, and theories, ultimately bonding over a shared academic interest. Dorian sees them as an equal from the beginning.

Everything goes swimmingly until it becomes apparent how much sway Dorian’s family has in Tevinter. Still afraid of being found by any remaining Templars, his crush is cautious of any sort of fame. Even if it includes being involved with the son of a Tevinter Magister. It likely separates the two for a while, but then they each remember what brought them together in the first place: the possibilities of what could be in the future. Abandoning fear, the two rejoin together, seeking new avenues for each of them to progress their spheres of influences.

THE IRON BULL:

The Iron Bull was raised inside the Qun, following it up until it came in the way of him and The Chargers. Even then, it greatly influences how he interacts with others. For Bull, romantic and intimate relationships are a need to be fulfilled rather than a connection between people. 

Most cultures outside of the Qun think the opposite of intimacy: that it’s a special connection between people rather than a need to be fulfilled. Bull has met many people who think this way, but even then most of them are willing for their relationship to be short-lived. However, Bull meets a special someone that he has no intent of romancing: they’re a diplomatic bard in the court of Orlais with a soft spot for the romantic. 

They initially meet when the Bull’s Chargers are stationed in Orlais. Bull’s interest in them is initially surface level–a few interactions that will eventually fizzle out as he moves on to someone else. Little does he know, they’re very incapable of something as mild as a fling. So a friendship begins, Bull being filled in on all the Orlesian gossip by his new friend. A physical relationship might even begin, but Bull’s new “friend” is ever the romantic, and is severely disappointed when it doesn’t turn into a love to last all ages. When the Chargers are called away on business, they part ways. 

They’re reunited once again when Leliana and Josephine call an old friend to the Inquisition–and Bull is met with a broken heart he left back in Orlais. Of course, they’re very aware that the misunderstanding is their fault, but that doesn’t make it hurt any less. Over time, they learn to forgive Bull and see him as a friend. After everything is said and done, I believe Bull reframes the way he’s the world–now having chosen his friends over the Ben-Hassrath. Once he’s had some time to reassess who he really is and who he wants, he might let the romantic have another try.

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE

[d8nielaa]

Can you do the greaser x Socs x reader where they all go to her when they need help. (Nobody dies, please)She helps them with anything they need, like if they need help fixing a shirt or a sholder to cry on. Her and the girls gossip about the boys sometimes, but Brill and Trip like her a lot and try to get with her. I don't mind which one you do.

Author's Note: we love trip in this household and also I LOVEEE Cole Zieser

"I could be a good mother..."

Trip x reader x socs x greasers

Your house had quietly earned a reputation over the past year.

Not for parties. Not for fights. For something rarer.

For being the one place where grease and gold could both sit on the same couch and not get blood on the carpet.

You were the quiet type, but reliable. Like thread stitching two torn halves of a jacket back together. You had a way of being there when no one else was, a soft landing when the world got too loud, too cruel, or just too exhausting. So it started slow: first a Greaser or two, asking if you had a sewing kit. Then a Soc, swearing it was for “a prank,” but staying a little longer than necessary.

Eventually?

Your front porch saw everything from broken radios to broken hearts.

“Y/N?” a voice called through the screen door. You glanced up from your notebook. It was Two-Bit, looking sheepish and holding up a denim jacket missing half a sleeve.

“You again,” you teased, letting him in. “Did the jacket start a fight and lose?”

“Something like that,” he grinned. “Also, your cookies are better than Ma’s. Don’t tell her.”

You rolled your eyes, already reaching for your sewing kit. “Flattery won’t get you out of hemming the sleeves this time.”

From the hallway, Marcia popped her head in, brushing curls out of her face. “Ooooh, is that Two-Bit?” she said, voice pitched high with teasing interest.

Cherry followed, wiggling her eyebrows. “Let me guess—he ‘accidentally’ ripped his jacket again?”

“They say clumsy boys make the best kissers,” Marcia chimed in, sipping soda like it was gossip fuel.

Two-Bit’s ears went red. “I—I didn’t come here to get roasted!”

The girls just laughed.

Later that week, you found Ponyboy asleep on your porch swing, knees curled up, a book open on his chest. You brought out a blanket without saying a word.

Sometimes, they didn’t need talking. Just silence and space.

Other times?

“Y/N, I need a girl’s opinion,” Ace announced, walking in with no preamble. “Like, urgent.”

You raised a brow. “About?”

“My hair. Date with Betty. I don’t wanna look like I care too much, but like, I do care, y’know?”

You helped her get it up just right, listening while she nervously talked through what to say if she kissed her. Marcia, overhearing, offered backup.

“You’re lucky you’ve got us,” she smirked. “Otherwise you’d show up with perfume stronger than your personality.”

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Then there was Trip.

Trip had shown up late one night with a busted knuckle and a smirk that didn’t quite reach his eyes. He never asked for help. Just hovered.

But you offered him ice, and that was enough.

Since then, he kept showing up. Fixing things that didn’t need fixing. Holding your ladder when you changed lightbulbs. Looking at you like you were the sun and he hadn’t seen daylight in a week.

“Y’know,” he said one day, leaning against your doorframe, “I could get used to this. You. Me. Being the one guy you don’t patch up, 'cause I’m too busy lookin’ after you.”

You smiled without looking up from the shirt you were stitching.

“You say that like you wouldn’t cry the second you chipped a nail.”

Trip smirked. “Only if you were there to kiss it better.”

Marcia choked on her soda from the kitchen. Cherry cackled. “Trip’s trying to flirt again!”

“Poor boy,” Beverly added. “Doesn’t know she’s immune.”

You just shook your head, stitching steadily through the banter.

Despite the noise, the teasing, the jokes—you kept being the one they came to.

Someone’s bike broke? You had tools. Someone failed a test? You’d tutor. Someone’s girlfriend left? Your porch swing creaked under the weight of shared grief.

They called you “mom” half-jokingly, but with a kind of reverence. Like you were the glue they didn’t know they needed. The neutral ground where Greasers and Socs weren’t enemies—they were just boys and girls with bruised knuckles and too much pride.

And Trip?

Trip stayed a little later each time.

Holding doors. Watching you like a man memorizing poetry. Waiting, patiently, for the day you might look back at him the same way he already looked at you.

And through it all, your door stayed open.

Not just because you were kind.

But because sometimes, the strongest people in a divided world are the ones who make a home out of it.

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The Things They Carried: Part One

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.8k

Warnings: canon angst and violence, extra angst

Summary: Cole is back in Dean's life, not to kill him but to ask for his help. A worm is making its way through people and eventually through Cole, giving you the perfect opportunity to get the chaos you're craving.

Season Ten Masterlist

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. I love seeing any and all comments <3

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The room you've been trapped in is a bit lighter instead of being pitch-black darkness. There is enough light shining in to see that this room doesn't have any windows. How is the light getting in?

"Hello? Anyone there? Someone please help me," you yell.

In a fit of frustration, you send a ball of blue magic at the wall and it bounces off several before exploding at your feet. You turn and see a door with a small window on it that wasn't there a second ago. You've stared at this wall for several days and there hasn't been a door there. Now there is. Where the hell are you? What is going on? You walk over to the door and peer through the window. The window is small enough that you can't see much but then someone walks by and your heart soars in happiness.

"Dean! Dean! I'm in here! Hey!" You bang on the door to get his attention but all he does is walk back and forth in front of the door like he's on patrol. "Dean, please help me. I want to go home!" You keep banging on the door in hopes it'll get him to come over. "Please! Dean!"

Dean winces in pain and presses his fingers to his temples. His headaches are getting worse and if he thinks hard enough, he can hear you begging and crying out for him. No, he must be imagining things. He wants to imagine you near him. Your voice isn't real. It's all in his head. Through the pain of his headache, he gets dressed for the day and heads to the library where Sam is. The Bunker door opens and he pops his head into the war room to see you come down the metal stairs in last night's clothes.

"Where have you been all night?"

"You're not my mother. I don't have to tell you everything I do," you scoff.

"Hey, come check this out. I think I got something," Sam says from the library.

"A case? What case?"

"I thought you weren't interested in hunting anymore?" Dean asks as you two walk into the library.

"Well, I've got nothing better to do at the moment. Plus, I'm not interested in saving people. Hunting is a different story. I'll be in the car."

"You didn't hear what the case was about."

"I don't care," you say as you walk out of the library.

Sam shakes his head and hands over a tablet with an article about a soldier who has died.

"The vic was trained in Krav Maga and jiu-jitsu, and she still ended up with her organs drained, and the marrow was sucked completely out of the bones."

"Cannibalism? Are you thinking it's a rugaru?"

"Or a God, maybe."

"Give me ten and I'll meet you by the car."

After the long drive to North Carolina, you walk into the Fayetteville police station and are greeted by a group of police officers enjoying pieces of cake. The bell on top of the door rings and they all look at you. One of them sets his cake down and breaks apart from the group to greet you.

"Agents, l gather?"

Uh, was it the suits, or do we give off some sort of a Fed stench?" Dean asks.

"It's the suits," the sheriff stutters. "What can l do for you folks?"

"We are here investigating the death of Private Jackie Prescott."

"Sorry to waste your time, agents, but you wasted a trip. We wrapped that one up hours ago. We know the man who did it--Rick Willis."

"What makes you so sure it was him?"

The sheriff grabs the murder file and flips through the pages.

"His fingerprints were all over the storage room out on the base where he did it. He even left his dog tags by the body."

"Is he in custody?"

"No, the bastard drank a boatload of gasoline and then lit himself on fire. Helluva way to go, if I'm honest. He left behind a wife and baby. He's the third suicide we've seen in six months. Would you like some cake?"

"Yeah," Dean immediately says.

Sam stops him from grabbing it and Dean pouts slightly.

"No, uh, you know what? Uh, we're okay," Sam stutters.

"No, it's really good. My partner made it."

"It looks great, but we're alright. We do have one more question. Were there any bite marks found on the body?"

"No. The vic was killed with a Bowie."

"Thanks for your time."

You three leave and you let your hair down in soft waves. It hurts when you have your hair in a ponytail.

"Well, that's a waste of our time. I say we head to the beach," you grin.

"We're not leaving," Sam rolls his eyes. "No bite marks means a rugaru didn't do it. What are you thinking? A God?"

"I don't think so. The guy Molotov-cocktailed himself. That's bonkers. That's like demon-possession bonkers. We should talk to Rick's wife if she's up for it."

That's where you head next. You're waiting for them to royally screw this up. You're not interested in saving people. You're not interested in their lives. You're only interested in the chaos all this death is going to bring you. That's why you tagged along. If something tragic doesn't start soon, you're going to have to make your own.

Beth, Rick's wife, let you into her house to talk to her even though she doesn't seem in the right mind to answer questions. Sam and Dean handle all the questioning while you're off to the side looking at the many pictures she has of her and her husband. You're so glad you're not plagued by pictures of your past.

"Rick did it." You pull your eyes from the pictures and look at her. "I'm not trying to say that he didn't. I mean, he just got back from deployment and we've all seen what it can do to a soldier's mind. My Rick . . . when he's home and good . . . I have to kill the spiders, you know? Rick was a kind soul. He never took more life than he had to."

Did you notice anything strange or weird like violent mood swings? Or weird smells?" Sam asks.

"No, but Rick was so... He was thirsty."

"Thirsty for what?"

"Water. He'd spend half the day drinking from the garden hose. Then, one night, I caught him in the tub drinking the bathwater. When l told him to stop, it was like he couldn't even hear me. His skin got so dry it bled."

"Did he see a doctor?"

"I took him to the VA but he just got on a list to get on a list. Then, he stopped talking and just wasn't himself. I thought maybe it was PTSD," she cries.

You roll your eyes in annoyance. This is not the kind of tragedy you're hoping for.

"We're very sorry," Sam sighs.

"You said that Rick was recently deployed. Do you have any idea where?"

"No, that stuff is classified. They don't even let the wives in on it."

"Okay, we'll leave you alone now but if something comes up, anything at all, please give us a call."

Sam hands her his business card. You're the first one to the door, eager to get the hell out of here, but she stops you.

"There's one other thing. I ran into my friend Jemma at the supermarket. She's married to Kit Verson, a guy from Rick's team. She thinks Kit came back different this time. Kind of felt like we were dealing with the same thing."

"Thank you."

You three leave and you turn to the brothers.

"I don't remember hunting being this irritating."

"You're the one who wanted to come with us. This is part of hunting. Either shut the hell up or leave."

You glare at your husband but don't say another word about it. Jemma, once she knows you just came from Rick's house, eagerly lets you in to tell you her story. Much like before, you let the brothers handle the questioning while you're off to the side looking at pictures of her and Kit.

"Can you tell us more about Kit?" Sam asks.

"Kit's been going through some stuff for sure. It takes him a while to get back to normal, but he always does."

"What about you? How are you holding up?"

"I'm okay, for the most part. With what happened to Rick and Beth... it's been hard."

"May we speak to your husband?" Dean asks.

"He went out last night but he should be back any minute. You know, he comes back from these deployments and he needs his space."

"He's been out all night?" you ask.

"Yeah." Both brothers look at each other with knowing looks. "God. I can't even convince myself. I'm worried. This isn't like him."

"Has he been thirsty? Like 'drink out of the dog bowl' thirsty?"

"How did you know?" she gasps.

You look out the window and see Cole Trenton, the man who has been obsessed with Dean even when he was a demon. You lock eyes with Dean and gesture to him with your eyes, and he stands up quickly. You don't bother saying anything to Jemma as you leave her house, but Sam and Dean wrap up the conversation quickly. Cole is leaning against the Impala with his arms crossed.

"I recognized your wheels."

"What the hell are you doing here?" Dean asks.

"Jemma called me in. I've known Kit since we were military brats raisin' hell on the same base. He's a good man."

"No one's saying he's not."

"Oh, really, now? So, what are you three here for, Jemma's sweet tea? You want to tell me why you're really here?"

"You got a lot of nerve coming in and demanding answers," you glare and step up to him. "Watch yourself."

"Hey, stop," Dean whispers and pulls you away from Cole. "We're working a case."

"Kit's case?"

"Honestly, we're not sure just yet but it's looking like it."

"Says you."

"You really want to dial it back, hot shot," you smirk. You raise your hand and show off your powerful magic. It's only a wisp or two but it's enough to send a message. "Or you might not like what happens next."

"There's a murder-suicide in town. Your buddy Kit is in the same unit as the killer with the same whacked-out antics. Like it or not, we're not going anywhere. If you care about your friend, you'll let us handle this."

"Nah, I think I'm coming with you."

"The hell you are," you scoff.

"I got contacts. I can help. For example, a friend of mine works in military intelligence who owes me a favor."

"Would he know what Rick and Kit's mission was?" Sam asks.

"Sure, and he'd tell me all about it."

Sam and Dean look at each other before sighing.

"Fine," Dean rolls his eyes.

"No, it ain't. I'm going to make sure my friend comes home in one piece, okay? l know what you three are thinking, but we are not gonna hunt my best friend who happens to be a fucking war hero, by the way. We are gonna find him, and that's the difference."

"No, I was thinking how pretty your head would look like on a stick," you shake your head.

"Stop it. I mean it," Dean hisses in your ear.

"Listen, we're right there with you. Kit's a hero, but you have to prepare yourself. Kit might not be Kit anymore," Sam says.

Dean decides this is a good time to get some food so he takes everyone to the nearest joint that serves a good burger. Everyone gets something but you. You're not hungry for food. With Cole being here, it might raise the exact trouble you're looking for.

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Hi! Could I pretty please have matchups for haikyuu and ninjago?

I'm an Enfp, and the oldest of four.

I like to think I'm relatively confident, but I do get anxious about almost anything at random times, but all in all I'm a people person, and I enjoy being in crowded environments likes malls or amusement parks.

My hobbies are mostly on the artistic side, I play guitar, I write for myself, I draw, and do pretty much any art project I can get my hands on.

I like music, fashion, video games, and just being outside. I hate to stay in one place for too long, a few days at home will make me lose my mind.

I like to joke around, I struggle to take things all too seriously, but I try.

I'm 5'7, long brown hair and brown eyes, glasses, and I'm kinda chubby ngl.

And yeah that's pretty much me, if you do do this, thanks a bunch💜

Hi Anon! Thank you for your request! Sorry it took so long. You didn't specify whether you would prefer a male or female matchup so I've given you one of each for both fandoms. They can be read as romantic or platonic. I hope you like your matchups!

In Haikyuu, I match you with...

Hinata needs someone confident and outgoing in his life to keep up with him. If that's you, I wish you the best of luck! He's a great person to be around but it takes a lot of energy.

He loves your sense of humour! No matter if anyone else thinks the jokes you make are funny or not, he'll always laugh. He thinks your jokes are great.

There'll be no staying in one place with this guy. When he's still in school, he's always changing up his schedule and going on trips for volleyball and once he's graduated, he's travelling globally for the sport. He'd love it if you travel with him.

Please draw him while he's at practice. If you show him some drawing of him paused in motion, he'll be incredibly grateful. He'd love to hang it on his wall as a reminder of you and his passion for sport.

Hinata would enjoy playing video games with you. He particularly likes rhythm games and ones that can keep him engaged, otherwise he gets bored.

In Haikyuu, I also match you with...

Yui is a lot like Hinata in that she's an energetic person with a lot of passion. You'd get along well since you're able to match that energy.

I see her as someone who enjoys dressing up to go out when she's not training. She's not able to do nice hairstyles or makeup when training so it's a nice change of pace. She'll ask you for advice since you like fashion.

In the same vein, Yui likes going shopping with you. As much as she loves volleyball, it's nice to get away from it for a while.

Loves listening to you play guitar. She likes the songs you play and any mistakes you make bring her a sense of joy knowing it's you playing, not some generic artist.

She also enjoys watching you draw and work on your latest art project. She likes watching your latest creation come together.

In Ninjago, I match you with...

Cole is a lot like you in that he’s confident but his confidence has limits. You can both help each other when your anxieties take over.

He’s someone who likes to get out and about a lot so you’re more than welcome to tag along with him. He likes the company and enjoys being able to explore new places together.

Will absolutely take you to amusement parks. He loves the energy they provide and it’s a win-win that you like them as well. He’ll try to win some prizes for you at the sideshows…please stop him from spending all of his money…

In the movie, Cole is a big fan of music and I think this also fits his show personality quite well. He’d love listening to you play guitar and, if he knows the song and has an instrument laying around, will join in.

I can see you hanging out a lot with Cole and Jay since you also share a lot in common with the lightning ninja. You all play video games and crack jokes together. It’s an all-round good time.

In Ninjago, I also match you with...

Skylor balances out your lack of seriousness without your personalities clashing. If she can get along with Kai, she can get along with you.

Enjoys going to malls with you but more so that she can get away from work. It’s a nice break and she gets to spend time with you. Just don’t go near the food court. She deals with enough of that at work…

I see Skylor as someone who enjoys travelling around the world. It takes time and money but she really loves seeing new places and getting away from the mundane nature of day to day life.

She’d be over the moon if you join her on these travels. You’d get to deepen your bond and you’d both have wonderful, shared memories of your time together.

When you’re feeling anxious, Skylor’s there to boost your confidence. She somehow knows what to say and when to say it, even if she comes off as blunt sometimes. She really does have your best intentions at heart.

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"No Memories?"

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It was a sunny summer afternoon when Cole finally got to the neighborhood. He was vaguely tired from his trip, but not tired enough for Julie to let him rest.

“Come on, Cole! I know my couch is comfy, but we have so many things to do!” Julie exclaimed as she bounced around her living room. Cole, on the other hand, was face down on Julie’s couch, groaning softly from how loud Julie was being.

“Julie,” Cole huffed as he turned his head to watch her, his eyes following her around the room. “What on earth could I possibly have to do with you? I just got here; you know, it’s a super long trip to get from California to here, can’t I catch a break?”

“Nope!” Julie stated playfully. “But, I’ll make you a deal! Come with me to meet at least two of my friends, and then you can come back here and take a nap. How does that sound?”

Cole slowly got up from the couch, stretching out a bit as he stood. “Fine, fine. But only two friends today, alright?”

Julie buzzed in excitement as she then took no time to waste in dragging Cole out the door and back onto the streets of Home. She debated with herself on where to take Cole first. To Wally? No, Wally would be busy painting right now; and heaven forbid she bothered him while he was in paint mode. To Howdy? No, not there either. He would spend too much time looking at snacks and pleading with her to buy him something. To Eddie? That’s the one! She thought to herself. Since they were heading over there now, they might just have a chance to catch Eddie and Frank at the post office. It was that time of day where Frank would bring Eddie lunch and check in on him, so a two-for-one special was ideal.

Cole yawned as Julie happily pulled him along, talking about who they were about to go meet. “Eddie and Frank, hm?” Cole hummed while rubbing his eyes. Julie didn’t give away too many details, she figured that it would just be better for the two to introduce themselves to Cole.

“Eddie is our wonderful postman! And Frank, my best friend, is his fiancé!” Julie stated as she flung the door to the post office open. Perfect, they were both here!

Frank and Eddie turned their heads to look at the commotion by the doors, quickly noticing the very tall stranger. “Frank! Eddie! I have someone that I would like you to meet!” Julie announced as Cole was rubbing his eyes once more. “Guys, this is my older cousin, Cole! Cole, this is Frank and Eddie!”

Cole repressed a yawn as he gave Frank a small wave, before looking to Eddie. He froze for a small moment before he gained one of the biggest smiles that Julie had ever seen on him. “Eddie? Eddie Dear?! Well this is just great- I- How have you been? You look great!” Cole asked excitedly as he skated up to the desk. “I haven’t seen you since graduation! And now you got your own post office, and a fiance? How time has flown by!”

Eddie took a breath as he looked at Cole. The name didn’t ring any bells. “I’m awfully sorry, pal… Um… But- who exactly are you?” Eddie asked, a confused, half-hearted smile on his face. It happened again. He forgot someone.

Cole took a moment and raised a brow. “Wha- Eddie,” Cole chuckled softly as he scanned Eddie’s face. “Ohh, I get it,” he said with a slightly louder chuckle. “Good one, Eddie! You really had me there for a second!”

Eddie swallowed hard as he looked intently at Cole’s face. Not a single thing came to mind. As Cole looked at Eddie in silence for just a moment or two, it slowly hit him. “You… You really don’t remember me?” Cole asked softly as his face dropped. He had always thought this happened. He didn’t write me, he promised he would. “I… I suppose high school was a few too many years ago, heh…”

Julie’s stomach went sour as she quickly joined Cole at his side, hugging onto his arm a little. “Cole, whatever you’re thinking, I promise you it isn’t like that!” Julie said quickly.

Frank frowned at this and gently put a hand on Eddie’s shoulder. It was times like this where he had wished that he had gone to the same schools as Eddie. “Cole, was it?” Frank started off with a breath. “I assure you that this is nothing personal at all. Eddie has been having some… difficulties with his memories in the past few years.” He explained hesitantly.

“Is… Is that so?” Cole asked, looking to Eddie, who was on the verge of tears.

“I’m real sorry-” Eddie started.

“No- no… Don’t be sorry.” Cole stated, taking a deep breath. He put a soft smile back on his face. This is very delicate, be there for him. “I can understand that. You always had a little bit of trouble, way back when. It’s alright. We were… friends.” He explained slowly, hesitating at what words he used. “We graduated in the same year. Heh… you know, it’s a little silly, but you said you’d write me when you moved. I guess I always assumed I had slipped your mind; or at least I had hoped it was that. You never had a cruel bone in your body.” Cole added a soft chuckle to the end.

Eddie listened close, trying to wrack his brain for something, anything about Cole. Nothing. “I… I wish I could remember you… I’m so sorry.” Eddie murmured as he felt the tears slowly drip down his cheeks.

“Hey now,” Cole started off softly, shushing Eddie a little bit. His old reflexes, from being Eddie’s best friend all those years ago, kicking in as he gently pulled Eddie into a hug over the counter. “I’m sure that we can get that ol' memory of yours jogging. I have faith in that. Don’t you worry about this at all. Not yet at least.”

Julie and Frank watched on. Something in Frank was able to tell that this wasn’t just an old pal. Cole was something more, but as for what, Frank had no real idea.

Something about this hug put Eddie’s mind at ease. It felt familiar. It felt safe. He squeezed Cole back, resting his head on Cole’s shoulder as his tears seeped into his shirt.

Cole and Eddie spent a solid five minutes like that before Cole gently pulled away. “How about we talk more about this later, I feel just awful that we came in and barged in on your lunch with your fiancé.” Cole sweetly offered as he took a deep breath.

Eddie let out a soft sigh as he nodded. “Maybe later would be better.” He agreed as he sniffled a little bit.

“Come by Julie’s after work alright? We’ll figure this out.” Cole promised as he looked to Frank with a soft smile. “It was an absolute honor to meet you, I hope we get to talk at some point soon.”

Frank gave a soft nod as Cole and Julie then left the post office. Frank hugged Eddie for a good long while after that. I’ll have to talk to Cole… alone, Frank thought to himself as he rubbed Eddie’s back.

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As soon as Cole and Julie got back to her place again, Cole sat on the couch, tears rolling down his face as he let it out. He had been strong for Eddie in the past, giving him all the comfort in the world whenever he forgot something important. But never in all of his years of knowing Eddie, did he ever think that he might get forgotten too. Cole took the afternoon to explain everything to Julie; Eddie had been his best and only friend in high school. Sure. Cole was approachable and nice, but it was hard for him to make friends. It always had been. But Eddie stuck around him. They understood and knew each other better than anyone else.

Julie stayed right by Cole’s side, hugging her cousin the entire time; trying her best to comfort him. After a few hours of venting, Cole was finally able to speak without coking on his tears. Now was the hard part- what was he going to do? Cole knew he had to do something, he didn’t want all those years of friendship to completely vanish into thin air, but there was only so much he could try.

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Eddie came by that day after work, just as he said he would. He had written it on his hand; this was too important to miss and he didn’t want to risk it. Cole was more than happy to let him in, Julie was on a run to Howdy’s shop so it was just the two of them. The air was taut with tension. It was Eddie to break the silence.

“So… what exactly happened the last time we saw each other?” He asked softly.

“Well, the last time we saw each other, we were at your graduation and going away party combo.” Cole started off as he got them both a cup of coffee from the kitchen. He had been through the motions of retracing Eddie’s steps in the past, but this was more memory loss than Cole had ever dealt with. “It was the first day of July, you had spent hours picking out every last detail for that party and you said how perfect it was. We had graduated the weekend before, and you got accepted into a two year college program the day after. You couldn’t have been more excited.” He went on fondly as he sat with Eddie on the couch, handing him the cup of coffee.

“Thanks.” Eddie murmured as he took a sip of the coffee, listening intently. College. He remembered college fairly well; but even that was faded. “Please, go on.”

“We spent the party singing all of your favorites, even the songs that I couldn’t stand.” Cole said with a chuckle, smiling as he closed his eyes, picturing the scene. “Everyone was just… so proud of you. Your mom and dad couldn’t stop gloating to everyone how amazing their son was; for good reason. Even my… mom, was just beaming with pride over you. She was our English teacher back in the day, she always reminded you how much she believed in you.”

“What about you?”

“Hm?” Cole hummed, opening an eye to look at Eddie.

“What were you saying about me?” Eddie asked playfully.

Cole snickered a little bit, closing his eye again. “I had a whole speech I gave about you. It’s too long for me to bore you with, but essentially I said the same. How I was proud of you, happy to call you a friend.”

Cole sighed in contentment as he could see Eddie’s smile on that day. It was one of the most memorable smiles; it had once been everything to Cole.

“I’m guessing the day after I left?”

“Yep.”

“What did you do?”

“Oh- well… I uh stayed in town for a while.”

“And?..” Eddie pried, he wanted to know everything, even the things he never knew to begin with.

“And eventually I moved.” Cole said plainly, opening his eyes and looking to Eddie. “What I did after isn’t all that important.” He insisted softly.

Eddie thought for a minute, thinking back to the post office, a soft frown grew on his face. “You were waiting for me to write… Weren’t you?”

Cole took a breath and nodded. “I waited a few months. But it’s alright. My…mom always assured me that college was a busy ordeal, that she would forward me any letters from you.” It was weird for Cole to call Auntie Dee his mom, but for now he would, just because he didn’t want to make anything too hard to follow for the time being.

“And I never wrote…”

“It’s okay, Eddie, really. Can we talk about something else… Please?” Cole requested, he didn’t want to get that deep right now. He wanted to keep this as light hearted as possible.

“But…” Eddie started off before noticing the look on Cole’s face. Not the time. “Alright… I just- I feel so awful about not remembering you… You looked so excited at the post office and…”

“Hey, hey, Eddie. It’s okay, I had a feeling this could happen- I’m just a little surprised that it did, is all.” Cole put a gentle hand on Eddie’s shoulder. “We’ll figure this out. Maybe we can jog your memory, I don’t know how yet, but I’m going to try real hard to.” Cole promised as he took Eddie’s hands into his. “But until I get a plan, please, tell me everything about your life here. Don’t leave out anything, especially not about that fiancé of yours.” Cole said sweetly, smiling at Eddie. A familiar, sincere, smile.

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Over the next few days, Cole and Eddie spent a lot of time together, just talking. They talked about everything, past and present. There were many nights that Cole would end up walking Eddie home just so that he could finish the story that he was telling. It was nice to walk down memory lane; especially when there was so much of it to walk down. Four whole years.

One evening in particular, Cole was telling Eddie about the first day that they had met, while in Eddie and Franks shared home.

It was freshman year of high school and Cole was not only new in town, but new in Texas. He didn’t have any pals yet and no one on his street was really keen on becoming one. While skating to the building, Cole was distracted by a nearby butterfly while Eddie was distracted by his class schedule; they crashed into each other and then just started chatting from there. Cole remembered the day to a point; hell he could even tell you exactly what kind of butterfly he was distracted by when he bumped into Eddie.

While listening, Eddie tried to keep a smile on his face, but it was hard. Just seeing how happy Cole was to go on about this first meeting- it pained Eddie to not remember a lick of it. “Cole…” Eddie interrupted softly, tears pricking his eyes. “Cole what if I never remember any of this?.. What if… What if I’m never able to remember any memories we have on my own?” Eddie asked, his voice breaking a little bit.

Cole looked to Eddie, a soft frown crawling to his face; he hated seeing Eddie get like this. “Eddie- please… Just give it time, I’m sure something will come back to-”

“And what if it don’t?” Eddie asked a tad harshly. “What if nothing ever comes back to me?”

“Well…” Cole started off softly, trying to keep himself calm. “We can make new memories together, and I can always tell you stories.” He insisted. “Eddie… You and our friendship mean the world to me, I’m not willing to let it all go just because of your memory. What matters is that I remember- I always will remember for the both of us. I always have…”

Eddie soon couldn’t hold back the tears any longer, he broke down. He clung to Cole, squeezing him like a rattlesnake as the tears rolled down his cheeks. “You’re… You’re too good of a friend Cole.”

“Nonsense… You were always there for me back then, I’ll always be here for you now.”

Frank held his breath as he listened from around the corner. They knew it was awful to eavesdrop on a moment like this, but he couldn’t help it. There was something about the way that Cole talked to Eddie that made Frank feel a bit protective. Not in a way that they thought Cole would hurt Eddie, but in a way that Cole might try to take Eddie from them. It gave Frank anxiety like you couldn’t believe.

Cole soon got up from his spot with Eddie, offering to grab him some tissues and water from the kitchen. He rounded the corner and accidentally bumped into Frank. “Oh! Sorry there Frank, I didn’t see you there.”

Frank grunted in surprise as they looked up at Cole wide eyed, “Oh- No no, you’re fine! I was just um… just about to come check in with you two.” Frank quickly came up with a slight white lie, they didn’t want to be caught; they didn’t really have any evidence to prove that their eavesdropping was valid yet.

“That’s very nice of you,” Cole said sweetly before continuing to the kitchen. Something felt off with Frank. They couldn’t think anything bad of me yet- could they? Cole wondered to himself as he tried to shake the feeling.

But the feeling sat in his stomach the whole evening. Frank didn’t like him- his best friend’s fiancé didn’t like him.

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Eventually, Cole was heading out, and he assured Eddie that they would talk more tomorrow about everything. Before he fully left, he got a moment alone with Frank and asked them if they could have some tea with them tomorrow, to get to know each other and chat. Frank was hesitant but agreed, they figured it would be better to get to the bottom of this rather than to just go on assuming things about Cole forever.

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The next day came and Frank was pacing anxiously waiting for Cole to come over. “This is so- nerve wracking- why did I even agree to-” ding-dong, the doorbell rang. Frank quickly took a breath and pulled themself together. “I’m sure this will be fine. He is Eddie’s old friend, it will be okay.” They whispered to themself before getting the door.

Cole greeted Frank and came inside, complementing the house that he had now entered several times. “I assume that you had been the one to arrange the place, Eddie isn’t all too good at deciding where things should go.” He stated with a soft laugh.

“Well.. You are very right on that.” Frank said, taking a breath. They soon took seats in the kitchen, at the table, with a nice pot of tea in front of them. “So…” Frank hesitated, ”What did you actually want to talk about?”

Cole took a sip of his tea, and took a second to put his thoughts together. “I just… I wanted to make sure that we start off on the right terms is all. I get the feeling that you aren’t too fond of me; which I can completely understand why.”

Frank’s jaw dropped a little bit, but they were quick to shut their mouth with a sip of tea, composing themself. “Was I that obvious?”

“A little bit.” Cole said with a soft chuckle. “But no worries, I get it. I would be hesitant too if I were in your position. Eddie is a really great guy and I’d be nervous for someone to show up, out of the blue, and spend so much time with him.” Cole admitted as he took another sip of tea. “But I want to assure you, I have no intention to come between you two. I’ve never seen his face light up so much when talking about someone, he thinks the world of you.”

Frank couldn’t help but smile a bit, thinking about Eddie speaking so highly of them.

“But…” Cole started off, taking a deep breath, “I don’t want to lie to you either.” He admitted. “Back in high school, I did have extreme feelings for Eddie; but he never caught on to me, and I was too cowardly to tell him. After I moved out of Texas… it took a while, but I got over him. I met new people, but I have never made another friend who was ever as good as he was.” Cole rambled on softly, staring into his cup. “I just hope that you and I can get along for him… I would love to be his friend again, and yours as well moving forward.” He stated, offering Frank a handshake of goodwill.

Frank hesitated, but he trusted Cole, he spoke too genuinely not to. They shook his hand and spent the rest of that morning getting to know each other and find common interests.

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While Cole was busy, Julie was at home, doing a little house keeping. She soon came to the room that she was letting Cole stay in for the summer, she figured it would be nice to clean up a little for him. But when she opened the door, she was shocked to find that almost all of his things were still in their suitcases. “Well I’ll be!” She exclaimed to herself. “Staying for a whole summer, three whole months, and he doesn’t sort out any of his things!” Julie huffed as she decided to do it for him. She put all of his clothes away into drawers, all his little trinkets that he kept with him onto shelves; she cleaned up his camera lenses a little bit while she was at it. But eventually, she came across a book in the bottom of the last suitcase. It was purple leather, and when she opened it, she quickly realized that it was a photo album; filled with only pictures of him and Eddie in their high school years. As Julie flipped through it, she got an idea.

With book in tow, Julie instantly booked it out of her house and down the street to the post office. “Eddie! Eddie! I have something that you need to look at right now!” She exclaimed excitedly as she ran in the doors.

“Woah woah woah! Julie calm down!” Eddie said with a chuckle. “What do you have for me today?”

Julie placed the photo album on the counter. “I found this in Cole’s things!”

“Now Julie! You can’t just go snooping through Cole’s stuff! Or anyone’s stuff for that matter!”

“But Eddie! This is for a good cause! Just look through it!”

Eddie hesitated, but he soon went along with Julie’s demands and started looking through the album. Every once in a while he would pause, looking as a photo for a bit longer than others, but it wasn’t until he got to the last few pages where he started crying. There was a photo of Cole in a tux, his bangs matted to his face from the rain, holding flowers in Eddie’s old doorway. “Prom… Senior prom…” Eddie mumbled to himself as the memories started flooding in, hitting him like a brick wall.

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“Cole?! What on earth are you doin’ here?!”

“Well, I know your date ditched you last minute, but… I’m not going to prom without you. You’re my best friend, Eddie, it won’t be any fun without you! Will you go to prom with me?”

“Are you crazy?! You walked all the way to my house while it pored?!”

“Noooooo, I skated to your house.”

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Cole’s laugh faded in the memory as more of the photographs started to make sense. Of course Eddie couldn’t remember them all as vividly as that one, but boy did he remember Cole now.

“Cole! I gotta go find him!” Eddie said through happy tears.

“He’s having tea with Frank right now! Go to him! I’ll hold down the fort here!” Julie insisted.

Eddie didn’t need to be told twice; he began to run through the neighborhood to get home, keeping the photo album under his arm.

“Cole!” Eddie called out once he got inside. Cole perked up, while Frank and him got up to go see what the commotion was.

Cole didn’t even get a second to ask before Eddie grabbed him and gave him the biggest hug imaginable, dropping the album to the floor. “Cole I remember! I remember it all! You are my best friend, Cole Cumulus! You are the best best friend a guy could’ve ever asked for! We did everything together! You got me to go to prom even after my date had made me sadder than a hog in a desert!” Eddie wailed out as Cole hugged him back, tearing up now as well. He remembered him.

[jaybirdss]

How it feels to fall for Morro

alr so ik Morro is kinda dead but we’re rolling with it. In my right ending, Morro escapes the clutches of the preeminent and is given a second chance at life(aka doing the same ritual as cole to get his physical form back). and yeah.

Mentions of yelling, pic from pinterest, comment to be added to the tag list

Now Playing…Dancer in the Dark, by Chase Atlantic

Falling for Morro is something that hurts so bad but feels so so good

Something tender and joyful that could tense up and become something so less than it’s led on to be. But overall, Love hurts but it’s an addiction you’ll always crave.

Morro holds in so much internal damage he’s taken over the years. The betrayal he felt by being abandoned so young, every worthless lie told by Wu, every broken promise he’d been told bottled up inside of him until he was a volcano filled with rage and was ready to erupt with his revenge in mind.

But then you were there. His level ground. His angel. His saving grace.

A nonbeliever at heart, but he thanks every deity there may be out there that you’ve come to him.

And for a second, he can’t help but think God doesn’t hate me too much, huh.

What he craves is time and attention from you, to touch and be close to you. Anything you have to offer, he wants, and by golly he’s gonna fuckin get it.

When he’s with you, he loves holding you close, comfortably tight with barely enough space for free movement. He’ll inhale the scent of your new shampoo, making a mental note to snatch it when he’s feeling lonely. He’ll stroke your hair softly and kiss the top of your head so sweetly you’ll almost forget he tried to unleash the cursed realm upon Ninjago. But hey, people make mistakes all the time.

His love language surprisingly is touch. Simple and gentle touches can mean a lot to him.

When he was a ghost, all he longed for was touch. he hadn’t felt anything in so long and now he can finally feel again. everything feels so real and he’s so glad he gets to hold you.

When he’s near, his hand is tucked into your back pocket, enveloped around your hand, wrapped around your waist, etc. He loves holding you whenever he can, any moment of the day. And he seems to ache greatly when he’s away from you.

A precious ecstasy is all he’s felt with you. Like a perfect drug trip you never want to come down from.

But with all these great moments, the eye of the storm still rages within him.

Morro has a tendency to raise his voice often, without even realizing it. He feels terrible if he’s yelled at you, even more if it’s upset you.

When he’s yelling, the moment he sees you his voice tends to break and he fumbled as he gets quieter. there are nights where he’s done nothing but wept overseeing you frightened by his angry outbursts. and he holds you and promises you that he’s trying his best to get it under control.

He whispers do you softly and kisses you all over.

“I’m so sorry my love, please forgive me.”

Deep down you know he’ll never be able to control it, and it hurts. but it hurts so good

It feels nice to be on edge on the occasion, to have a bit of danger in your average life

(you’re fucking crazy.)

But it’s good to see Morro drive to get better for someone he truly cares about.

The others(ninja) never will truly understand why you fell for a man like him. they often question you about it. asking you if he’s forcing you to be in this relationship. if he’s manipulated you into thinking you love him.

When you laugh and say “Of course he hasn’t.”, they’ll always think of you as a lost cause. like him.

But they’ll come around.

The only person who won’t? Sensei Wu himself.

He’ll forever be in denial that Morro has managed to keep an actual relationship. He’s so far in denial, he’s gotten to where he just pretends you don’t exist.

(which you’re okay with, fuck him)

None of that matters to the both of you when all you need is each other.

You’re Morro’s soulmate, his twin flame.

He praises you like a godsend every time you breathe and would drop everything and everyone just to make you happy.

In his eyes. You need to be spoiled with love, gifts, soft and rough touches alike. It’s something you deserve and something he longs for.

Falling for Morro is loving as long as the sun burns in the sky, and the moon is shining bright in the sky.

Loving on the bad days where you sleep in separate rooms and the good where he gets you flowers and kisses you softly in the morning.

Don’t give up on him, he’s trying so hard for you.

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[seriousfic]

Ghosted

I wasted two hours of my life on this movie, so I’m going to be a bit long-winded, but I’ll try to confine myself to the major problem areas.

  1. The premise makes no sense and is convoluted, unrealistic, and unrelatable.

  I’m going to give you a no-bullshit rundown of the actual story of this movie. Not all the story, just the first act. And you tell me whether you think it’s obnoxiously overwritten.

  A. Cole (Chris Evans) and Sadie (Ana de Armas) meet at a farmer’s market. Cole is watching someone else’s stall and Sadie is shopping for a houseplant. Sadie wants to buy a houseplant, but she’s frequently gone on business trips, so Cole refuses to sell her a houseplant because it will die from her neglect.

  B. The real houseplant seller comes back and, duh, just sells Sadie the houseplant. She also informs Cole that his sexual chemistry with Sadie is off-the-charts (we’ll get to this), so he follows Sadie to her car to ask her out.

  C. Confronted with this strange man who berates her over her prospects as a houseplant caretaker, Sadie decides to spend the rest of the day hanging out with him.

  D. Cole frequently loses things, so he has airtags on all his important possessions.

  E. Cole and Sadie decide to race up the stairs from The Exorcist. Before they do, Cole takes all his personal items out of his pockets and places them in Sadie’s backpack.

  F. Cole and Sadie film a perfume commercial together, I MEAN, they have sex.

  G. Sadie leaves on a lengthy business trip; Cole sends her texts. For some reason, despite fully intending to date him, Sadie doesn’t simply respond to his texts or tell him she’s going on a business trip and won’t have time to talk. I guess despite how magical that first date was and how off-the-walls intense their sexual chemistry is, him sending too many texts is a dealbreaker. Ladies, please comment on how many texts Chris Evans would have to send YOU before you dumped his ass cold.

  H. Cole worries that Sadie has ghosted him and, realizing she still has his inhaler which still has an airtag on it, he tracks her to London.

  I. Encouraged by his parents, Cole flies to London to meet Sadie face-to-face. The movie has several characters tell Cole that this is a bad idea, because if you lampshade a stupid plot development, it’s no longer stupid.

  J. The, uh… airtag on the inhaler in London turns out to be a trap for Sadie/the Taxman (her spy codename).

  K. No one knows that Sadie is the Taxman or anything about the Taxman, really, so the bad guys assume Cole is the Taxman.

  L. Sadie rescues Cole from the bad guys, but no matter how many times the bad guys see Cole acting like an incompetent scaredy-cat and Sadie acting like a badass, it doesn’t click for them that SHE’S the Taxman until the very end of the movie.

  M. Now that ALL THAT is out of the way, we get into the actual spy movie plot, which is about a briefcase and a genetic lock and a WMD and all that sort of stuff.

  Don’t you think it’s possible to simplify this and make it halfway believable? It’s all leading up to the bad guys mistaking Cole for Sadie, and even in the movie itself, that plot point is glossed over. I guess they set a trap for the Taxman to stand in the middle of the street—why did they think it was Cole specifically? Because he looked at his phone? Did they torture another twenty people for stopping in the street and looking at their phone in the middle of London?

  What if the bad guys had planted a tracking device on Sadie and, after she hooked up with Cole, he accidentally pocketed it? Or the bad guys managed to hack Sadie’s phone and, seeing Cole send her a bunch of emojis and lovey-dovey texts, assume it was a coded cypher and that he’s her handler? Or they just wanted to get leverage on Sadie and, while tailing Cole, heard him talking about how in love he and Sadie are and how they’re meant for each other and they’re going to spend the rest of their lives together—so they grab him to use as a hostage?

  I don’t want to toot my own horn, but aren’t all of those at least modestly clever and they get us into the action without a bunch of complicated nonsense?

  2. Why are Cole and Sadie interested in each other?

  We spend this long, LONG prologue on the two of them going on a date but we never find out anything they have in common or what they see in each other. It seems like they’re both just afraid to die alone and find the other person reasonably pleasant (aside from the yelling about houseplants thing).

  Okay, that’s reason enough for a hook-up, I suppose, but after Cole finds out Sadie is a spy and she kills twenty people in front of her—and Sadie realizes how needy and stalkerish Cole is (follows her to London, sends her countless texts, takes a picture of her while she’s sleeping)—why are they still into each other?

  The only answer the movie gives is that they want to fuck. Hard. We get many, MANY scenes of OTHER CHARACTERS informing Cole and Sadie of just how insanely hot the two of them are for each other. By the end of the movie, you feel gaslit. I lost count of how many times Cole and Sadie are told to get a room, even though their ‘heated sexual chemistry’ looks a lot like very sour bickering from here.

  They barely even seem attracted to each other until a bit in the climax where Sadie wears a slinky dress. The actors are attractive people, but the movie is so MCU antiseptic when it comes to the male gaze (and the female gaze, for that matter) that they actually have to TELL US how sexy these characters are to each other instead of SHOWING US.

  3. Both Cole and Sadie are cardboard cutouts with no personalities.

  This goes back to my prior point, but it’s like these two characters were bred in a lab to have perfect cheekbones and no offensiveness to them (well, except for Cole’s stalker shit). We learn impressively little about them for the main characters in a two hour movie.

  Cole thinks Lincoln was a great President.

  Sadie (you’re never going to believe this) thinks Monet was a swell painter.

  Cole’s parents are embarrassing and he has a sister who makes fun of him for living at home even though she lives at home with him……?

  Sadie’s mother was a strong, powerful woman who she admired.

  There’s a popular Tumblr post about “Farmer’s Market hot” and I’m convinced that’s the source material for this movie. There’s nothing else to Cole’s character. He’s a hot farmer, but not one of those conservative farmers—no, he listens to NPR and keeps bees and shoots guns but only at cans.

  (Given how liberal Cole seems to be and how Sadie is implicitly a Cuban refugee, you’d think these two would have some thoughts about the CIA, but aside from some Jason Bourne “look what they make you give! We’re all cogs in a machine! We sacrificed everything and they spat on us at the airport!” stuff from the villain, Sadie might as well be working for GI JOE.)

  Sadie, meanwhile, is a workaholic with a fear of intimacy. Never seen that in a rom-com!

  It all feels like placeholder stuff, with no specificity. It seems like there should be some conflict or irony to these two characters, but even their bickering is surface-level. Cole is angry that Sadie ‘got him into’ this mess. Sadie is angry that Cole is stalking her.

  Wouldn’t it be more interesting if there was some big contrast between Sadie the spy and Cole the average guy? What if he firmly believed the CIA was a corrupt institution? Or she was all about high-tech gadgets while he’s more into old-fashioned, tried-and-true stuff? SOMETHING to amp up the drama between these two instead of going and going on the ‘surprise’ that Sadie is a spy.

  In the movie, Cole is actually upset that Sadie ‘lied to him’ by not telling him she was a spy on THEIR FIRST DATE. Has he never seen a spy movie before? Does he not get the concept of ‘working undercover’ or ‘don’t blow my cover’? It’s like the movie just needed something for them to babble hostilely at each other about (because that’s what people with red-hot sexual chemistry do) and didn’t bother actually coming up with something for them to be at loggerheads about.

  4. Also the first act is boring too

  You know Sadie’s a spy. I know Sadie’s the spy. That’s the premise of the movie! But we have to wait like thirty minutes before we’re ‘surprised’ by this ‘shocking’ ‘reveal’. Wouldn’t it be funnier if we knew from the get-go that Sadie was a spy, but Cole didn’t? It could be like Grosse Pointe Blank, with lots of jokes fueled by this doofus not knowing Sadie is a super-spy. That way, while we’re loading up the actual plot of the movie, we could at least have fun with the building tension of Cole having no idea who he’s really dating.

  It’s like that Hitchcock quote about the bomb under the table. In the movie, the bomb just goes off—Sadie shows up and she’s a super-spy! But that could’ve been the punchline to a joke that’s built and built and built instead of just a plot point that comes and goes.

  5. Cole never needs his inhaler after the whole airtag plot point is dealt with.

  Okay, sure, I buy that a guy as fit as Chris Evans needs an inhaler. But the moment the airtag thing is over, the movie entirely forgets this and just has him running around, beating people up, without showing any strain. It bugs me.

[21st-century-ninja]

📝 Garmadon and Lloyd?

((also fandom collab sounds like a wild time please i hope that can happen)

thanks anon!! this was a lot of fun to write, and I hope you enjoy it! Fandom collab would be epic I'm thinking either the end of this month/beginning of the next or sometime in the summer for peep's schedules :D

888 follower celebration! 🎉

it runs in the family

setting: post s2, pre s3 characters: Lloyd, Garmadon, the ninja wc: 888 words other tags: pranks, fluff

Jay doesn’t know what he’s expecting when he finally returns home, but this ain’t it.

This, being the hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of tiny paper cups placed evenly across his entire floor. Jay balks. He tries to step between them, but his foot inevitably crushes one and he shrieks as cold liquid seeps into his sock.

“Oh, gross! Ew, ew!”

He tries to backpedal, but that only results in him tripping and falling on his butt in the hallway, soaking his socks even more in the process. From this position, the lines of cups seem endless. Craning his neck- are those cups on his bed too- Jay screams.

He’s met with an answering scream through the wall. Kai’s door slams open, rattling the picture frames on the wall.

“What the crap,” the fire ninja fumes. He- well, there’s no better word for it, though Jay wishes there was- he squelches down the hall, face bright red. “Why is there jello in my slippers?” He rips off a shoe. Red jello drips sadly out of it- plop plop onto the hallway floor. “Better yet, why are all my hair supplies encased in jello?”

A third door slams open. “Cherry jello?” Cole says incredulously. “Ha. That’s nothing. Try having all your stuff wrapped in tinfoil! I can’t go into my room without the sun blinding me!”

Indeed, the part of his room that Jay can see is suspiciously bright.

Quick steps ring up the hallway. Zane appears around the corner, face creased. “Friends,” he says. “Does anyone know why there are live lobsters in my room-” He halts upon seeing them all standing in the hall. “Oh. It appears I am not alone in my misfortune.”

“Indeed,” Cole snarks. “Who did this? Who even had the time to do this? My entire bed is covered!”

“Wait a minute,” Kai says suddenly. “This is exactly the type of crap Lloyd used to pull.”

“And he’s been home alone all afternoon,” Jay says with growing suspicion. “Lloyd!”

Kai spins on his heel. Squish squish goes his slippers as he stalks down the hall. “Lloyd Montgomery Garmadon!” he demands, beating on Lloyd’s door. “Come out here right this instant, you brat!”

The door down the hall slides open. All four of them freeze as Sensei Garmadon appears in the gap. Jay withers under his displeased glare.

“What are you all crying about,” he asks, with the air of someone completely done with a situation.

“Sensei Garmadon,” Cole winces. “Sorry. We didn’t mean to disturb you.”

“Have you seen Lloyd?” Kai asks, cutting him off. Jay balks at his audacity to Cole, but then that’s Kai for you. “He messed up all our stuff-”

“Yes, I heard about the misfortune that befell your belongings. But it couldn’t have been his doing. Lloyd was with me all afternoon.”

Sensei Garmadon steps away from the door to reveal Lloyd sitting further back in his room. His face is peaceful and his eyes are closed in meditation.

Jay’s eyes bug out of his head. “But-”

“I’m sorry,” Sensei Garmadon says. “Maybe you should investigate among yourselves more before jumping to conclusions.” This he says with a pointed look at Cole.

The rest of them turn to look at Cole too. “Wait,” says Kai slowly. “How did you know the jello was cherry?”

“Uh, because it’s bright red? And it couldn’t have been me, I was helping Master Wu with lesson plans all day! What about Jay?”

“Don’t look at me! You think I would have the brain attention span to do this?”

“If you were hyperfocusing, yeah-”

Amid the shouting fest, Sensei Garmadon quietly slides his door shut.

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Garmadon’s hand lingers on the door panel as he listens to the ninja’s arguing move further and further away. Once he can hear his own thoughts again, he turns back to his bedroom with a grave countenance.

Lloyd is still frozen in his meditative position. One of his golden eyes is cracked open, but it slams swiftly shut the moment Garmadon sees it.

Garmadon leans back against the wall and crosses his arms. “They’re gone now.”

The two of them regard each other for a long moment.

And then Garmadon’s lips tug upward.

Giggles burst out of Lloyd.

“Holy shit!” Lloyd’s breath wooshes out of him. His eyes are wide and sparkling as he looks in awe up at Garmadon. “What the shit, that actually worked!”

“Language,” Garmadon reminds halfheartedly.

“You didn’t even lie!” Lloyd barrels on, jumping to his feet. “You were like-” He arranges his face into a dour expression- ““Lloyd’s been with me all day” and like, yeah, I was, because we were tinfoiling Cole’s room together! I can’t believe we got away with it!”

His joy is infectious. Garmadon smiles. “Keep your voice down if you want to keep it that way,” he reminds. “Your father got up to his fair share of pranks in his time. It’s not the first lesson I wished to pass on to you, but I suppose it is the most fun.” He pauses. “How long do you think it will be before they find the tin foil rolls in Jay’s room?”

Lloyd grins deviously. “Or the jello mixing bowl in Cole’s?”

(Judging by the enraged screaming coming from down the hall, the answer is not long at all.)