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lnlightning81 · 5 days

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Panic - Part Four

Series Title : Younger Sister

Summary : Carlos is out ill and while Lando worries about him Ollie appears at your hotel room stressing because he now has to race

Pairing/s : Oliver Bearman x Norris!Reader

Word Count : 2.1k

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It had been a couple of months since the British Grand Prix, and it was now the Hungary Grand Prix. Staying in a hotel room with Lando had become normal, and you stopped bothering about it because, actually, it was nice. Having someone to talk to at all times but also knew that quiet was a good thing. Not only that, but both you and Lando had the same energy levels, which meant there was always something chaotic going on in that room.

Lando had left a little early so that he could go to the gym before coming back to get you before finally going to the paddock so you were sat scrolling on social media waiting for Lando to get back when there was a knock on the door making you wander over to it as whoever was waiting on the other side kept knocking. Looking through the peephole, Ollie was standing on the other side, so obviously, you opened the door

“Ollie are you okay?” You asked, looking him up and down for any visible injuries as he walked past you into the hotel room, obviously finding it extremely hard to stay still

“My parents' flight is delayed. I flew out with Ferrari cause I can but it’s delayed and I’m racing and there’s no one in the garage for me and I don’t know what to do cause its my first ever F1 race and I’ve only ever done practice and help” He rushed out and you looked at him taking everything in that he’d previously just flew at you

“Y/N say something” He whispered, rubbing his face as he paced the room

“Your parent’s flights are delayed, well that’s okay cause they’ll be here. Flights get delayed all the time. You race all the time without your parents there you qualified on pole yesterday” You rubbed his arm, looking up at him. Why did he have to be so tall? It made comforting him so much harder.

“Yeah but that’s F2 Y/N. This is F1” He whispered, and you looked up at him

“Wait what? You’re racing in Formula One?” You exclaimed, taking a step back as he nodded “Okay well today's practice and quali. Wait who’s out?” You asked, confused

“Carlos. Something about his appendix. He hadn’t been well all week” He explained, and you nodded

“I’ve never raced in his car, and I’ve never raced with his wheel, and I don’t know what to do Y/N” He whispered, and you wrapped your arms around him

“Well lucky for you, my brother just so happens to be a Formula One driver on the weekends” you joked, and he laughed. You smiled up at him.

“I’ll come stand in the Ferrari garage, Ollie. Please don’t worry about it. The more you worry about it, the more you stress, which leads to bad racing and crashes. Ollie, they have so many drivers they could have put you in that seat, but they picked you, which means they trust you, so you need to enjoy the fact that you’re racing in Formula One!” You smiled, and he nodded

“I’m racing in Formula One” He mumbled and you smiled watching him now enjoy the fact that he’s actually racing and he’s reached his dream even if it’s not the way he wanted to. Ollie hugged you back with a smile

“What’s going on here?” Lando’s voice came as you turned to look at him

“Ollie’s racing in Formula One” you cheered, bouncing over to Lando, who caught you very much used to the energy you have

“Hey, that's a great man. You’ll do great, just remember to breathe because I forgot to do that the first time” Lando chuckled, placing you back on the ground

“I’m gonna go shower, then we can get to the paddock” Lando walked into the bathroom, and you hugged Ollie again

“You should go get ready for the day, but if you want me there, then just give me a text, okay?” You smiled, and he nodded

“Thank you for that. I needed someone to rationalise my thoughts” You nodded, holding his hand

“Don’t worry about it. If you’ve not already had a shower today, then go take a nice cold one, drink a bottle of water, and remember to enjoy yourself” You smiled, and he nodded, walking over to the door. You followed behind him with a smile

“You’re great at the calming down thing” He smiled, and you chuckled

“I do my best” Ollie walked back to his hotel room as you sat on the bed on your phone, going back to waiting on Lando. When Lando finally walked out the bathroom dressed in his Mclaren uniform, you jumped over to him with a smile

“You’re so happy today? What have I missed?” He asked, confused

“Can’t I be happy?” You asked following him out of the hotel room

“You’re normally hyper, but you seem more hyper than normal” he shrugged

“Maybe I’m a little happy that Ollie is racing today” You shrugged

“You like him” He teased poking you in the side

“He’s just a friend” You shrugged

“We’re the same age it’s nice to hang out with someone my own age while following you about the world”

“Mhm whatever you say. I like him, by the way” He shrugged, pressing the button in the elevator, leaning against the bannister in the elevator as it moved

“I’m glad you like him” You rolled your eyes, stepping out the elevator and following him out to the Mclaren car awaiting his arrival. Oscar already sat inside, waiting for you both. Getting in the car, Lando forced you to sit in the middle of them, so with a huff, you complied.

“Y/N has a boyfriend” Lando hummed, wiggling his eyebrows

“He’s not my boyfriend. We’re just friends” you whined, shoving him away

“Ohh who?” Oscar asked

“Ollie. He showed up at our room this morning” Lando hummed

“He showed up because his parents were in England, and Ferrari just called him up” You rolled your eyes

“Wait, who's not racing, by the way?” Lando asked

“Carlos. Something to do with his appendix” you shrugged, and Lando instantly pulled his phone out of his pocket, panicking.

“Oh forgot about your boyfriend” You rolled his eyes, and he ignored your comment as Oscar laughed.

Standing in the Ferrari garage felt wrong. Surrounded by red instead of papaya, but it was for Ollie, who was pacing about the place stressed before FP3. Everyone’s eyes were on him after the announcement that he was now driving. Ollie had taken to pacing three small steps slightly in front of you as he spoke to some members of the team.

Walking over to him gently wrapping your arms around his waist as your cheek rested against his back he tensed up for a second before his hands rested on top of yours and he relaxed now standing in the one place as he spoke to the team member causing you to smile that he was no longer burning a hole in the floor.

You missed the cameras outside as you kept your arms around Ollie’s waist, but you certainly didn’t miss your phone exploding in your pocket. Charles smiled at you as he walked past back to his driver's room.

“Hey why don’t you go into the drivers room and relax Ollie” one of the trainers said, joining the small group as Ollie nodded, taking you to the drivers room with him. Sitting on the small beanbag, you smiled at him.

“You didn’t have to do that” He sat next to you, and you shrugged

“You were burning a hole in the floor, and I know that you don’t make enough to pay for that” you joked, and he chuckled.

“Thank you, though. I’m so stressed about today” You smiled softly, turning to him

“I’ll make a deal with you” you hummed, and he nodded

“Okay?” He frowned

“If you get P15 or above in Quali I’ll go on a date with you. If you get P10 or above in the actual race, then I’ll go on two” You hummed, and he turned to you

“Can I change that deal?” He asked, and you nodded slightly

“Depends on what you want to change it to” You hummed

“P15 or above in Quali a date tonight. P10 or above in the race and you become my girlfriend” You quickly turned to look at him

“What?” You asked, confused. It wasn’t that you didn’t find yourself attractive or other people didn't. It was just that you’d never had a proper boyfriend before. Just teenage boys who wanted to one up their friends in their relationships.

“Well obviously if I get that high, then I’ll ask you properly and take you on that second date, but obviously, if you don’t want to agree to my deal, then that’s okay. I don’t want to pressure you into doing anything you don’t want to and I’d hate for you to feel uncomfortable while you’re here making me feel like I’ve been racing in Formula one forever” He blurted going off on whatever he was saying with. Gently placing a hand on the side of his face to pull him back into the drivers room, he looked at you.

“Olls. Please take a deep breath with me. I’d love to agree to your deal. I just didn’t want you to feel like I was forcing you into anything and we all know that I’m not just with you for money or anything like that cause that’s what older brothers are for” You joked and he chuckled

“Well I guess I’ll be taking you on a couple of dates then” He hummed, and you chuckled

“Cocky much” you joked, and he smiled

“I’ll see you after FP3, right?” He asked, and you nodded

“Of course you will and after FP3. We’re going to get lunch together” You smiled, and he walked out of the drivers room after pressing a kiss to your head. Finally checking your phone just to see a billion texts.

Before you knew it, you were watching Quali, and it was the most stressful thing you’d ever watched. Not only was your older brother racing, but Ollie was doing his first ever F1 race and Quali. Ollie’s dad had arrived at the garage just as Ollie went out for Q1, so now he was standing next to you.

David was stressing more than Ollie was this morning. Ollie got slightly close to the wall just as the cameras turned into the Ferrari garage catching David's face as it happened although you were just as stressed except you had a lot more practice at hiding it after watching races with people from school. David, on the other hand, was new to close family members racing in formula one.

Ollie got himself through Q1 in P9 and into Q2. David walked over to Ollie’s car to say that he was here and to just focus on the race. You could see Oliver’s eyes as he pushed the visor on his helmet up. The stress that previously showed was no longer there. He looked like a kid in a sweet shop, and you couldn’t be prouder.

Q2 started, and David took his place standing at the back next to you. The fifteen minutes of Q2 was soon over and Ollie was unfortunately knocked out in P11 but he was a few hundredths of a second away from knocking Sir Lewis Hamilton out of qualifying that was something to be proud of.

Racing drivers had this thing where even when they drove exceptionally well they’d still beat themselves up even if there was nothing else they could have done and you knew by the look in Oliver’s eyes he was going to do exactly that except you now had practice and a deal you could cheer him up with.

You smiled, giving Ollie a hug as he walked over after he got out of the car. He was sweaty, but it made you happy to see the happiness on his face. Like seeing Lando doing something he loved.

“You did so well, Olls. You almost knocked Hamilton out. If you had another flying lap, you would have!” You exclaimed, and he smiled

“You should go along to Mclaren while I do post Quali interviews. I know Lando would love to have you there, and Max is here today isn’t he?” He asked, and you nodded

“The whole of Quadrant is here today. Something about Hungary being a good place for a new video? I don’t know. They tried to get me in it, but I refused” You chuckled, and he smiled

“Be ready for seven?” He asked, and you nodded

“You know where my room is” You walked along to the Mclaren garage with a smile hugging Max as you stood in hospitality with him and the rest of Quadrant. Ria smiled at you as everyone else was far too focused on Q3 that had just started.

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ghostfacd · 9 months

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FOOLISH ONE ! — LUKE HUGHES

— “stop checking your mailbox for confessions of love that ain’t never gonna come,”

pairing; slytherin!luke x fem!hufflepuff!reader

genre; angst at beginning, secret baby trope, exes to lovers, blackcat!luke, golden retriever!reader

summary; it’s been a little over a year since luke broke things off with yn to go to umich. she still hopes to hear from him someday, a confession of his love, yet it never happens. luke doesn’t know, however, it’s not just her waiting for him.

author’s note; didn’t reread this so there may be grammar mistakes and typos! lmk if u guys want to see more rowden and lukey content

✸ SLYTHERIN!LUKE MASTERLIST (read first for more context on yn and luke’s relationship)

When Luke broke things off with you to go play hockey in umich, you’d thought he’d at least try to keep in contact.

He did say he was going to visit every year. But that was a total fat lie. Luke Hughes did not visit, he didn’t even bother writing you a message.

You couldn’t be mad. You somewhat understood it from his point of view. He was passionate about hockey, just as he’d always been about Quidditch when the two of you were still teenagers at Hogwarts. Luke Hughes did not owe you anything, he was just your ex.

And also.. maybe.. possibly.. the father of your baby. No, he definitely was. The boy had golden curls just like his father when he was younger.

“Rowden!” You called out, patting your lap to let your baby know where to go.

Rowden Quintin Hughes. You had decided to name Rowden after Jack and Quinn, the two boys who accepted you as their little sister the day their brother started dating you.

Rowden was an exact replica of his father, his cute chubby cheeks and his blonde curls making his appearance ten times cuter than he already was. You loved your baby, and you knew if Luke knew of him, he would to.

But was it selfish for you not to tell Luke? That you found out you were two months pregnant when he left for the airport? Maybe a part of you wanted to keep it a secret, just you and Rowden for a little while.

“Rowdy baby,” you coo, smothering his cheek with kisses that made the baby gurgle happily.

“He’s a happy baby today, isn’t he?” Kielle walks into your living room, carrying a baby of her own.

See, the funny thing was, you and Kielle actually got pregnant around the same time. Of course, Mark was already aware of his son, and always came on his school breaks to visit him and his girlfriend.

You and Kielle decided to move in with each other after finding out you were both becoming mothers, and the rest was history. Tons of morning sickness, mood swings, and late night cravings. For a while, both of your guy’s best friends was Doordash. Mark had always ordered it, making sure his girlfriend and baby were well fed.

Mark knew about Rowden, but you and Kielle begged him to keep it a secret. He was reluctant at first; knowing if he was in Luke’s shoes, he would want to know. But he decided that it wasn’t his choice to make whether or not to tell him, so he kept it a secret from his best friend.

“Theo, say hi to Rowdy, baby!” Kielle says, making her way over to the two of you. “Rowdy’s so quiet isn’t he?”

“Yes,” you nod, “suppose he’s like Luke. Never talks unless he’s supposed to.”

Kielle scrolls through her phone for a bit, breastfeeding Theo while she’s at it. A certain picture makes her wince.

“What’s wrong Kie?” You ask, curious to see what she’s looking at.

She quickly pulls her phone to her chest, shaking her head. “Nothing you have to worry about Y/N. Look, I think Rowdy’s falling asleep.”

It was true. Rowden was snoozing off in your arms, a content smile settled on his face. He was the cutest baby, your baby, you still couldn’t believe it till this day.

“Okay Theo, time to sleep baby.” Kielle carries him to her room, and you’re left alone with a sleeping Rowden. Carefully, you take him into your room, placing him in his crib.

Now it was time for you to have personal time. You decide to spend it scrolling through social media for thirty minutes, looking at what your old classmates were up to. A certain picture catches your vision, and you swore your heart almost drops.

It’s Luke’s post. And on it was of him placing his arm around a girl, captioning it Going Blue with the fave! 💙

You didn’t know how to feel. First, Luke hadn’t spoken to you since the day he took off to Michigan, and now, he’s posing and writing a intimate caption with a girl? Could he break your heart any more?

You didn’t even realize you’re crying until Kielle comes in with tissues, frowning. “I take it you saw the post?”

You only shakily nod, not wanting to speak.

“It’s okay Y/N, he doesn’t deserve you.”

But he does. And you’ll let him have you if he wanted you back. You always will.

When you finally fall asleep, snoring softly with the baby monitor by your side, that’s when Kielle thinks she’s had enough.

There was no way her best friend, Luke motherfucking Hughes, was going to hurt her other best friend like that. She wouldn’t allow it.

“Mark? Cmon pick up,” she says, chewing on her nails nervously.

“Baby? What’s wrong?” Mark’s voice automatically shifts to concern over the phone, seeing his girlfriend’s upset face. “Is there something wrong with Theo? Do I need to fly there baby?”

“No Marky, there’s nothing wrong, well, not with us.”

“Then why’d you call?”

“You seriously need to tell Luke to get his shit together Mark, I’m serious. He’s been making poor Y/N cry so much, it’s not good for her or Rowden. I seriously don’t know what the fuck is going through Luke’s head, especially since he was so inlove with her and now he won’t even text her?”

Mark sighs, watching his girlfriend become pissed off as each minute passes. “The Instagram post, right? Listen, I’m not justifying any of his behavior but the girl, she’s just one of the girls from the sororities who we’re friends with. Nothing more, I promise. In fact, I’m pretty sure Luke is still hungover on Y/N. Wont talk about her.”

Kielle’s anger subsides, but it’s still apparent. “Just a girl from one of the sororities huh?”

“Yes baby, I promise. I wouldn’t lie to you. If anything, I want Y/N and Luke back together. They were so good.”

“They were Marky, they were.”

Mark thinks for a minute, before an idea pops into his head. “Kiel baby,”

“Hm?”

“I have an idea. You know how winter break is in a few days and I’m coming? How about I bring Luke? I’ll just tell him that we’re all catching up. He doesn’t know Y/N lives with you.”

Kielle ponders, then nods slowly. “I just want them back together, Mark. They made each other better and I really can’t stand Y/N being so upset, especially since she has Rowden to take care of now.”

Mark smiles, reassuring her everything will be fine. “How’s Rowdy by the way?”

“He’s good. Not fussy like our Theo. He reminds me of Luke, blonde curls, quiet, and sometimes, he’s all smiley. It’s adorable.”

“Yeah, I just wish Luke was there to see Rowdy when he was first born.”

“Me too.”

The next few days passed by quickly, and you’re reminded that Mark is coming. Kielle is all excited, cleaning and making food the entire day as you watched Theo and Rowden.

The doorbell rings. Once, twice, and another six times because Mark just loves to mess with you two.

“I’ll get it,” you say as Kielle takes off her apron. “You watch the boys.”

When you open the door, you expect to see a smiley Mark, all giddy to see his son again. There he was, all giddy like you had imagined; only this time, a tall figure stands next to him.

A tall, curly haired, all too familiar figure stands right next to Mark. You don’t have to think twice about knowing who it is. It’s Luke Hughes.

“Luke, you’re here..” you say, and the wavering of your voice doesn’t go missed by the boy.

He always remembered tiny details about you due to his ability to memorize and his attentive personality.

“I am,” he says awkwardly, “may we come in?”

“Uh.. yes, of course!”

You don’t know how you’re gonna hide Rowden from Luke. Or, you could just make a run for it now. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea to run away from your problems.

“Dude, why didn’t you tell me she was here?!” You hear Luke quietly whisper—which wasn’t really quiet because you had heard everything.

“My bad! I thought it was just Kielle!”

You knew Mark was lying. And you had a stinging feeling that Kielle was in on the lie too.

“Where’s Theo?” Luke’s head scans around the room, smiling brightly when he sees his best friend’s son. “Hi Theo! It’s your uncle Luke.”

He notices Rowden on the floor next to Theo, laying on his back and sucking on his thumb.

Luke raises his eyebrows at this. Blonde, curly hair. Mark was neither of this. If Luke wasn’t going crazy, he would’ve thought it was his son. Was it?

“And who’s this tiny fella?” Luke asks, softly picking Rowden up with as much gentleness as he possibly can. He had a sinking feeling that there was more to the baby than meets the eye.

“Rowden,” you say quietly. The familiar name of his brother makes Luke’s ears perk up.

“Rowden?”

“Rowden Quintin Hughes.”

It’s as if the world had paused. Come to a stop. Luke’s heart freezes for a moment, all the emotions he had kept pushed back into the back of his head came crawling out.

“Rowden Quintin Hughes?” He chokes out.

Mark and Kielle noticed how you and Luke needed to have a serious conversation, so, with a quick pickup of Theo, they both headed to Kielle’s room, shutting the door for privacy.

“I’m sorry,” is all you can say as you try to hold back a sob.

Luke shakes his head, placing Rowden down and opening his arms out for you to lean in.

“Hey hey, none of that okay?” Luke rubs the side of your arm, letting you know he’s there. “You don’t have to apologize to me for anything. I’m the one that should be saying sorry. I was a jerk, ghosting you when I got to Michigan.”

“Yeah,” you say, looking up at him. “You really were.”

“The truth was—I was scared I’d fall inlove with you all over again if I had stayed in contact.” Luke shakily sighs, “I couldn’t stand the thought of not being able to be with you. I was an idiot, for breaking up with you, for everything I’ve done in the past.”

“You were a big idiot,” you say, laughing slightly.

“A very big big idiot,”

Rowden gurgles loudly, holding his tiny hands up in the air, waiting for you to pick him up.

You put your hand in the back of Rowden’s hand to support him as you placed him against your chest. “Hi Rowdy baby, it’s your dad.”

That’s all it took for Luke Hughes to let out a sob of his own, overwhelmed by the confirmation from you.

“Hi buddy,” he says softly, taking Rowden out of your hold. “I’m so sorry your daddy wasn’t here when you were born and for the first year of your life. I’m so so sorry,”

He places kisses against Rowden’s cheeks, eyes closing to cherish the moment with his son.

“So, who was the girl if you don’t mind me asking?”

Luke raises his eyebrows, now full attention on you. “The girl on my Instagram?” He questions.

You only nod.

“She.. she was a friend at one of the sororities. I met her months ago at some frat party. She was really nice, and asked me out.”

Your swore your heart nearly sunk into its chest. “That’s.. great Luke. What did you say?”

“Of course I said no,” he says, placing Rowden down carefully.

“Why?”

“Because I told her I was too inlove with somebody else.”

That’s all you needed to hear before smashing your lips against Luke’s, both of your bodies latched onto each other as it craved each other’s presence.

“I love you too Luke.”

“I know that,” Luke places another kiss to your lips. “And I’ll forever spend the rest of my days making it up to you and Rowden.”

It’s not until two hours later that Mark and Kielle walk out that they see you and Luke curled up next to each other, fast asleep with his arms securely around your shoulder and Rowden by your side.

They silently smile at one another, knowing their plan had finally worked after all.

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miss-atena · 2 months

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Twisted Wonderland Headcanons Heartslabyul + Che'nya

I finally have the time to do this post. I've wanted to do this one for a while but life and other stuff got in the way. So... Yeah! All character art used is by me, headcanons may have some basis on friends hcs I like, but overall its very much what I think. More under the cut.

Riddle Rosehearts

Mixed Asian and Latino (if in our world);

has eyebags and moles on his face but hides it with makeup as best as he can;

Red undertone skin, very rosy;

Everything about his appearance is kept pristine and proper. His hair is always combed, his nails are manicured, no body or facial hair, etc;

Probably has undiagnosed autism;

So sheltered from the real world, he has trouble keeping real conversations without overanalyzing everything being said or bringing up the Queen of Hearts rules;

Is not allowed to hold hands because his mom thought that would mean he was gonna skip studies to date. (He "accidentally" forgot about that on NRC);

Tries to keep in contact with Che'nya while on NRC but is afraid of messing things up, especially after his overblot;

Cares more for Deuce and Ace than he lets himself show. secretly defends them during housewarden meetings.

Gender Non Conforming, He/they/xe;

Biromantic Asexual.

Has had a tiny crush on Trey before.

Trey Clover

Blasian;

Strongman body type but less intense;

Softest body around, Heratslabyul Sleepover human pillow;

His hands are a bit rough from dealing with cooking and the occasional kitchen accident;

Always smells of pies. Even when he didn't make any. It's his natural scent;

Is farsighted;

He has 3 glasses with different frames, for different occasions, but only uses the same pair because black goes with anything;

Suffers the "M'lady" and "erm actually" jokes from Cater and Ace;

Still keeps in touch with Che'nya, they text sometimes and during summer break Trey sends baked goods for Che'nya to share with his grandpa;

Claims he is a normal dude but can make any recipe if he read how to make it once before;

Knows how to help during panic attacks and sensory crises due to his siblings needing him before;

Cis man, He/him;

Pansexual.

Has received more love letters than any other Heartslabyul dorm member.

Cater Diamond

Token white friend/j

anyway yeah, he is the whitest person from the Heartslabyul cast IMO

a bean of a boy

wakes up way earlier than the others to do skin care routines trending on Magicam

If something is trendy and isn't too expensive, he is buying and wearing it till the trend ends.

barely passing grades, but still passing.

has had an off with your head for almost failing sometimes, but Riddle had to just accept Cater is not the brightest academically.

if he could, he would pay double to get more piercings but Riddle would probably actually chop his head off for that.

Social butterfly, but heavy impostor syndrome.

has hidden eyebags with makeup before from spending hours doom-scrolling on his phone

Has a crush on Trey but is too afraid of rejection to make a move.

Bigender He/they

Bisexual

flirts with people by accident sometimes.

Ace Trappola

mixed asian and white

besides being mixed, he is the token white guy of the group.

basic af, will crumble if u give him spicy food.

way too comfortable with flirting with Deuce for everyone to think they r just friends.

his brother pierced his ears and they both got scolded (Ace was 12)

way richer than he think he is, can buy really nice stuff without batting an eye and doesn't realize it. Not on Kalim's level, though.

Every week Ace has his head offed by Riddle in some form of way. Sometimes will drag Grim with him on these.

is afraid of thunderstorms and will not admit it.

Cater's protected child, they both do chaos together.

Cis man, he/him.

Omnisexual with female preference

even tho his real preference seems to be Deuce.

Deuce Spade

Asian.

probably autistic, but no one notices cuz he hits the not-noticeable aspects of the spectrum.

Asks for tutoring from Trey, since he is low-key very high-key afraid of Riddle's scoldings

Half of the time on Track and Fiel club turns into hype sessions

If Ace wasn't his closest friend at NRC with Yuu and Grim, it would be Epel

His mom sent him his old jackets so he would feel at home in school. Ace uses them and fakes being a delinquent.

While Ace is protected by Cater, Deuce is protected by Trey. The duality of men.

Helps whoever he can during PE classes, he wants to be seen as reliable like Trey.

Trans man, he/him

Bisexual, no preference.

Doesn't get why people think he and Ace are a couple.

BONUS: Che'Nya

Blasian + Vitiligo

Has Discalculy

They were supposed to be a regular white cat beastman, but they dyed their fur for funsies

Loves arts and crafts, and their pants were embroidered by themself.

Their grandpa taught them arts and crafts.

No one knows why they are in RSA and not NRC, Trey says he thinks they got an invitation from NRC first and a RSA after they rejected NRC, but is not sure.

Uses their magic all the time, and find loopholes to say they can use their magic.

Doesn't hang with the popular kids at RSA, but has a little group of friends.

Texts Trey all the time they can, mostly to share Magicam memes.

They have a planner of dates they will try crashing unbirthday parties at NRC. Only started this after Riddle became a housewarden.

No teacher calls them by their name, it is either their nickname Che'nya or Pinka.

Genderfluid They/it/xe/nya

Omnisexual with a preference for masc leaning.

No one knows how they have not been expelled from how much they sneak around and poke and prod at what they shouldn't.

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #tena ramble #tena writing #heartslabyul #riddle rosehearts #trey clover #cater diamond #ace trappola #deuce spade #che'nya #alchemi alchemivich pinka

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the-gt-fairy · 9 months

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Day 28: Cursed

One of the first toh g/t ideas I had was an au where instead of ending up in the Demon Realm, Luz gets shrunk for bullshit reasons and discovers a secret magic tiny society in the woods. Sorta like Epic 2013. While she's working on a way to get back to normal size, the rest of the Nocedas think she's gone missing

Here's the one and only complete thing I've written for it

Luz was in a very conflicting situation.

On one hand, in the span of just a couple minutes, she had found that magic was real! Turned out that one last walk through the woods before she was shipped off to camp was a good idea.

On the other hand, this was not exactly the magic adventure she had dreamed of. Normally, she thought about stumbling into another dimension full of fantastical creatures to be met, epic quests to be completed, and diabolical villains to be overthrown.

Though while at first glance it didn’t seem like it, she was still very much in the same dimension. Only it was now several times bigger than her.

The dilapidated house she had wandered into had become a wooden cavern, almost giving her a sense of vertigo as she gaped up at it. The hole where her foot had caved into the floorboards was now three times her size, and the box she had found beneath was about twice.

Of course she had been instantly curious about that box, that swell of maybe this was the moment returning whenever she found such things. She hadn’t actually expected it to be The Moment (that sort of hope had dwindled long ago), but then she had opened the lid to a face-full of light, blinding her and sending her falling back.

And falling.

Until finally her back hit the ground, and she blinked away the spots in her eyes to reveal the sight she was met with now.

The box had tipped over when she dropped it, allowing her easy access into it now. But as she crept inside, there was nothing hidden in the crevices. No magic light, no ancient scroll, no cursed jewelry.

Just this.

Luz stepped away from the box, staring into space dumbfounded. Was it permanent? Did this mean she didn’t have to go to camp? Oh gosh, what was she supposed to tell her family???

How was she even gonna get home?

She snapped out of her thoughts by a rustling sound and a slight tremor through the floorboards. Her attention was brought to the door at the back of the house, and a large shape appeared around the frame.

The biggest raccoon she had ever seen trundled into view.

Now, Luz knew a lot of useless trivia. One such being that raccoons were omnivores, and rodents were part of that diet. A raccoon probably couldn’t distinguish between a rodent and a shrunken human.

And it probably didn’t care.

Without a thought, Luz ducked into the box, pulling the lid closed behind her. Dread sank into her stomach as she was cast into darkness, and she froze. The scrabbling of the raccoon’s steps slowly grew closer, languidly shuffling about the room. Eventually, it reached just outside of her shelter, and she could hear it sniffing the wood.

And then her whole world tilted.

She yelped, barely managing to keep her grip on the lid as the box was shifted. The raccoon’s claws scratched against the outside, trying to pry it open. A sliver of light began to peek in, and she quickly hooked her foot on a knot in the wood, using the leverage to shove the lid back down.

Luz kept her grip tight to avoid being tossed around, her muscles burning from the effort. Even as she tried so hard, she knew it was going to be useless. She was going to die. Oh shit, she was going to die. She always thought raccoons were so cute, and now she was gonna be eaten by one–

“Luz?”

Relief flooded her at that sound. Vee had found her, she was going to be fine, she was going to be saved–

Her stomach swooped as gravity took over fully, sending her tumbling even more rapidly than before. Her hold finally slipped off as she was banged around in the box, until it quickly came to a jerking stop. The lid fell open, revealing the dim space beneath the floorboards.

Luz quickly scrambled out, looking up and hearing Vee gently shooing the raccoon away. Vee’s frame appeared above the hole, and dang, Vee was gonna tease Luz for weeks about how she was the taller twin now.

Luz took a breath, preparing to shout. But she had barely gotten out the first “Vee–!” before something clapped over her mouth and pulled her into the shadows.

She struggled against her assailant, screaming against the palm over her mouth. “Quiet!”, they hissed in her ear.

Luz proceeded to scream louder.

Her captor shook her, knocking the breath out her lungs. “I mean it, kid! There’s a human right there!”

Said human was now wandering out of the house, wood creaking as she left. Luz could only watch as her one chance of help abandoned the house and left her behind.

Frustrated, distraught, and frankly just annoyed, she licked her captor’s hand.

“Ew, kid, what the hell!”, the other exclaimed, taking their hand away to wipe off the saliva. Luz took the opportunity to wriggle out of the hold, whirling around to face the mystery person.

It looked to be an older woman, long, silver hair slicked back like a mane. She wore a red dress, some equivalent of hiking boots, along with a backpack and a belt filled with multicolored potion bottles. Her eyes were a striking gold that almost seemed to glow in the dim light, and her ears were pointed.

In any other situation, Luz would’ve been entirely fascinated. Here was a tiny humanoid, looking appropriately witchy and like she had a wild backstory. But this wasn’t another situation.

“What the hell?”, Luz parroted the woman incredulously. “You’re the one who captured me–”

“I was saving your ass, you’re very welcome.”, the woman cut off, “Did you really not see that human?”

“Of course I did!”, Luz shouted, “That was my sister! I needed her help!”

“Your sister?”, the woman repeated in disbelief. She laughed, clearly mocking and making Luz’s blood boil as her cheeks heated up with shame. “You sure you didn’t hit your head in that fall?”

Luz crossed her arms and looked away with a pout, but didn’t reply. She could tell when no one would believe her, no matter what she said. It was better to just let the woman come to her own conclusions, play into what she wanted Luz to say until Luz could find a way out of it.

“Anyway, kid, what are you doing all the way out here?”, the woman went on.

“Just…taking a walk.”, Luz replied in a mumble.

“That’s one hell of a walk.”, the woman joked, “You’re a while’s away from Bonesborough.”

“Bonesborough…?”, Luz questioned.

“Yeah, are you not from there?”

“Uh…no?”

“You don’t sound too sure about that answer.”

“Hey, like you said, maybe I hit my head too hard.”

The woman snorted. “Yeah, well, unless you know any other towns around, then that’s where I’m taking you.”

Luz’s eyes widened. “Wait, are you actually kidnapping me?”

The woman barked another laugh. “Unless you wanna get yourself killed, I’m not. You hardly look prepared for a trip out here.”

Luz glanced down at herself, definitely looking underdressed compared to the woman. The only item she had on her was the duffel bag that had somehow shrunk with her. At least she had a change of clothes and some of her Azura books…

The woman turned on her heel, beginning to walk in a seemingly random direction. “Well, we don’t got all day.”, she declared as she waved for Luz to follow.

“Wait!”, Luz called, making the woman pause and look back at her. “What’s your name?”

She flashed a grin, a gold fang glinting in the lowlight. “You can call me Eda. You?”

“Luz Noceda.”, she nodded back.

“Well, Luz. You comin’ or what?”

For just one more moment, Luz hesitated. It was all beginning to sink in that she had shrunk and she had met another tiny woman who was presumably about to take her to a town of other tiny people.

She had no idea what this all would entail. Whatever this was could wear off in a day, or be stuck to her forever.

Either way, it would get her out of going to camp for a little longer…

Without much of another option, Luz fell in step with Eda. Despite the circumstances, she couldn’t help a swell of excitement. This was it, the literal magic moment she had been waiting years for. Even if it wasn’t exactly what she wanted, she couldn’t deny what she got.

Through a small hole in the foundation, Luz stepped out of the house and into a new world.

#g/t #giant/tiny #sfw g/t #my art #my writing #gtjuly #toh g/t #tiny!luz

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obetrolncocktails · 2 years

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Off the Top | Josh Kiszka X Reader

Warnings: Minors DNI! Mullet/Johawk Josh (hehehe), unprotected sex, oral (m. receiving, f. receiving), biting, graphic descriptions of sex. Pretty much just smutty smut.

Edit: these photos aren’t mine!

Word Count: 4.7K

A/N: I hope you guys enjoy this as much as I did writing it! I wanted to take my time on it so that I could deliver a quality fic for you guys. Here it is!! Regardless of if you like josh's new hair, you can read this as the other josh lmfao. I hope you guys enjoy!

“So I did something.”

Those were words you were always concerned of hearing, especially coming out of Josh’s mouth. “Oh god, what did you do and how much is bail?” You asked into the phone.

You heard his light chuckle on the other end. “You know, you really could have a little more faith in me.”

“I would, but I never know what to expect with you. You know what happened last time.” You leaned against the kitchen island with your hand on your hip.

“Not my best moment, but uh–well, yeah no this isn’t that bad.” Josh said, only making you more antsy. “Facetime me.”

“Okay,” You answered, your tone lifting with suspicion. You pressed the Facetime icon and waited as your face appeared in front of you. He answered, but you could only see black.

“Josh, you have the camera backwards.” You said.

“No I don’t, I just haven't done the reveal yet.” In the frame, you could see flashes of color stream across the screen.

“What do you mean, reveal?” You asked.

“So you know how you told me that I needed to take care of my ‘hobbit’ hair? That it was too frizzy?” He said, though his dialogue sounded muffled through the speakers.

You couldn’t help but chuckle. “Yes. Did you get the perm redone?”

“Nope. Well, not exactly.” He answered, finally pulling the phone screen up to his face. “What do you think?” He asked, pulling his free hand through his hair, which was now shaved on the sides of his head, with most of the length of his curls piled on top of his head, reminiscent of a mohawk.

“Oh my god, you didn’t,” You said, mostly out of shock.

“That bad?” He said, his face scrunching slightly.

“Oh–uh..no. Trust me, not bad at all. I– um. I– wow,” You stopped and started again, your body caught in a stasis from attempting to process the information. “You look–so fucking sexy right now, I just–” You said, swallowing your next words. “When’s your flight?” You asked, thinking of only when Josh would finally step foot in your shared home.

“Already landed. You know how my flight kept getting pushed back and pushed back yesterday? Well instead of taking the late flight today, they were able to put me on one that left at four. Got the haircut yesterday. I just wanted to surprise you.”

You couldn’t help but cut him off. “So when are you gonna get home?”

“Within the hour. Just gotta pick up the car from the lot.”

“Good because I need you to come home as fast as possible. Safely of course.” Where you stood, you could feel your body heating up, becoming needy and expectant of Josh’s touch. It wasn’t that long since you had seen him. He had been home just a few days earlier before flying out to finish the makeup shows on the latest tour. He never mentioned that he was going to completely change his hairstyle. You liked that he kept it a secret from you, though it seemed ironic. He knew you’d be turned on at first sight. He’d planned this. Of course he had.

“Someone’s a little excited,” He said. You looked at him through the screen, finding yourself almost unable to look him in the eye, especially when his instinct was to bite at his lip when he was in thought. “Josh. Come home.” You said once more. “No stops. We can worry about it all later. Just come home to me.”

“Yes Ma’am. Wait for me and I’ll take care of you, I promise.”

***

Half an hour later, you were waiting for him on the living room couch wearing nothing more than a bathrobe. You scrolled aimlessly through your phone, feeling time creep by dreadfully slow. You moved back and forth between looking out of the windows for clues of his arrival and returning to watch brain rotting tiktoks. What seemed like an eternity later, you heard the loud engine of Josh’s jeep pull into the driveway and then cut off, his car door slamming shut. You couldn’t help but chuckle to yourself as you watched him through the blinds bolting across the porch to the front door. You got up from the couch, your stomach churning with butterflies as you waited for him to open the door. Sunlight streamed through the crack of the door when he opened it, and though you couldn’t see his facial features just yet, you caught the first glimpse of his new hairstyle. “I’m home,” he said in a sing-songy murmur, closing the door behind him, locking it and tossing his car keys on the catch-all table beside the entrance.

“I promise it’s still Josh in here,” He said, throwing his hands up to his hair, gesturing to the change. You snorted and closed the distance between you and him. You brought your hands up to his hair, your fingertips grazing along the bare sides of his head, feeling the prickly, but soft sensation of the buzzed hair.

“I love it,” You said, absently biting your lip as you pulled at his curls that still maintained much of their length on top. You moved your fingertips toward the nape of his neck, gripping his thick hair in your hands. “You’ve got a mane,” You said with a mischievous grin, leaning forward to kiss him. He returned it gently before responding.

“Are you calling me a horse?” The sight of his white teeth gleaming from behind the softness of his lips was enough for you to shut him up and pull him into the bedroom right then and there, but you didn’t. Not yet, at least.

“No, I just like that I have something to grab on to. Might come in handy,” You answered with a shrug before turning around and untying the robe from around your waist, letting it fall from your shoulders and then from your arms, landing on the floor of the living room leaving you naked as you walked away. You turned over your shoulder innocently. “Are you coming?” You asked, before turning from him and heading to the bedroom.

“Fucking Christ,” spilled from his lips in a low mutter, a hand flying up to stroke at his chin as he looked at you. “Trust me,” he said, coming up behind you, slapping your ass before digging his fingers possessively into you. “I’m right here.”

He closed the bedroom door just as quickly as he entered the room, turning the lights off with the flick of his pointer finger. “I can’t believe you teased me like that,” you mumbled as you busied yourself with the buttons of his dark blue and green striped jumpsuit. “And now you’re wearing possibly the most annoying piece of clothing to get off.” You pulled his top open button by button.

“Need help?” He asked, looking at you with a smirk that you wanted to smack straight off of his face—not out of anger, but out of carnal lust.

You shook your head decidedly, continuing down the garment, revealing the smoothness of his bare chest. You ran your hands across it, taking with it the fabric that now loosely hung about his shoulders. You deftly slid the top off of him, leaving only his bottoms left to take off. Moving your hands to the drawstring, pulling it loose and tugging it down his hips. You had expected him to be wearing underwear under his jumpsuit, especially considering that he was flying, but the only thing you felt underneath was the smoothness of his skin. “Joshua—no underwear?”

He pulled his shoes off and slipped the pants off the rest of the way, letting them fall to the floor in a heap. “I don’t like being uncomfortable,” he said with a shrug before stepping forward to take your face in his hands. “Stop worrying about me. I got this haircut for you, after all.” His thumbs caressed each of your cheeks and you felt his fingertips smooth over the nape of your neck as he looked at you.

“You’re a liar,” you said, punching his chest softly. “You did it because you knew that thousands of girls will lose their shit during the next show.” He chuckled softly.

“Mm, that’s an added benefit, but that’s not why I did it. You’ve been calling me Bob Ross for months now. I know you don’t like the frizz.”

“I love your hair long when you take care of it,” you said, lowering your gaze at him because you both knew that his regimen was lacking. “But this,” you said, pulling your fingertips up to the hairstyle once more. “I’m not gonna be able to keep my hands off of you.”

“Then what’s stopping you, mama?” He asked, adding on the name that he reserved for moments like these.

“Not a damn thing,” You say, taking his hands in yours and walking him to the bed. “I don’t ever feel the need to ask,” you began. “But I really just need you to eat me out.” You looked at him with a neutral expression, despite his lips curling upward.

“Needy, huh?” He said, disconnecting his hands from yours to smooth over your hips. He bent forward and began to kiss down your neck and you let him, raising your head to give him more space. “I like it when you tell me what you need. Don’t I always do a good job?” He asked, his tone slipping past his lips like liquid sex.

“Always. Josh please,” You whined.

“Lay down, baby.” He commanded, and you did as he told you, laying flat on your back. He joined you at the end of the bed, wrapping his fingers around your knees, pulling you to the end of the bed so that he had better access. Lowering himself on his knees, he walked himself in between your legs so that his face was flush with your heat. “I missed you,” he murmured softly, placing soft, dragging kisses on the your inner thighs, letting the heat of his breath follow him as he wandered. “You wanna know something funny? Maybe a tad bit embarrassing?” He asked. You nodded silently.

“After long nights of performing when I’m finally alone in my hotel room or my bunk, I think of you.”

“Josh, that’s not embarrassing.” You contradicted. “It’s normal to miss me, just like I miss you.”

“Then I guess it’s normal for me to imagine doing this, too,” He answered, leaning forward, suckling directly on your clit, his tongue drawing circles around it before flattening out against you, collecting your slick just to repeat the process. You sucked in your bottom lip, letting your eyes fall shut. You felt his facial hair scratching softly against your skin. You knew it would leave you raw eventually, but you’d dismiss it as more proof of his touch. He stayed like this for a while, his hands snaking up your hips to rest in the curve of your body, his grip on your body secure and possessive. When he lifted from you the first time, you could see that the lower half of his face was beginning to chafe, his skin having turned bright red with exertion. “You don’t know how often I think about doing this–tasting you, you being all mine.” He rose from the floor and leaned over you, falling upon your lips in a salty-sweet kiss that made your head swim. “I almost had to take care of myself in the airport bathroom.” He said, grinning against your lips.

“You did not,” you said with disbelief. “In the airport?”

“Well, I didn’t. But I wanted to. That’s why I came straight home.” He dragged himself down your body, stopping to pull one of your breasts into his mouth, his tongue flitting effortlessly against your erect nipple.

“Fuck, Josh,” You murmured softly, letting your hands travel around your own body. Josh grabbed each of your wrists in his hands, pulling them off of your body, effectively pinning you against the bed with you still within his grip. You could feel the stiffness of his cock dragging about your skin as he tasted you, and your body was on fire in almost the literal sense of the word. Though he hadn’t entered you, and had only stimulated you for a few moments, your core still contracted and relaxed in rhythm, desperate for him to ignite the desire sizzling through every inch of your skin. “Baby, please. I need to feel you. I’m tired of the foreplay.”

“Do I not make you feel good?” He asked, breathlessly breaking from your skin, only to shift to the other breast, his teeth sinking into the softness of your skin, leaving you hissing through gritted teeth.

“It’s not that–I just,” You started to explain, only to be cut off by Josh dropping the grip of one of his hands, bringing his fingertips to cradle the tip of your chin.

“I know what I’m doing, Y/n. I did all of this just for you. Booked an earlier flight just to come home and make love to you. Can you be patient? I’m not going to waste my time only to give you a mediocre orgasm.” His honesty wasn’t something that you hadn’t heard before. You were used to Josh’s candor. What did surprise you was his selflessness when it came to sex. He always set out to please you first, in fact, it turned him on almost just as much as physical touch to see you writhing in pleasure under his touch. Josh liked to be in control, knowing that the journey to orgasm was directed and overseen solely by him.

“Okay. I’m sorry. I just need you.” You apologized. Josh pulled you into another kiss.

“Don’t apologize, baby girl. I know you missed me.” Josh pulled his hand away from your face and dribbled a string of saliva into it, dispersing it with his thumb. You watched as his hand disappeared somewhere between the two of you until you found the destination, his fingers working deftly upon your clit in wide circles. After a moment, he hooked two fingers inside of you, stretching you out softly. “You’re dripping,” He said with a grin, placing one last kiss on your chest before sliding back down to the end of the bed, this time standing straight. Josh took his cock in his hand, using your slick as lubricant to stroke himself. He truly was beautiful standing over you, so obviously turned on in your vulnerable state. You needed him so badly and he knew it. The new haircut seemed to bring a newly assured confidence within your boyfriend and it didn’t hurt that it turned you on to no end that he knew how sexy he was.

“You look incredible,” You admitted as he stepped in between your legs. The new haircut framed his face beautifully, exposing the curves of his ears and the tiny golden hoops that usually stayed hidden behind his wisps of curls. The hairdresser had cut some length from the hair that hung above his eyes, which brought out the expressiveness in his features. His eyebrows were manicured, his mustache trimmed neat.

“It’s all for you. Only for you.” He answered. You felt him slide the tip of his cock through your slick folds. The feeling of him against you was different than his fingertips, in what way you couldn’t describe. Maybe it was because you both knew that you were at the edge of a freefall, which would commence the moment he finally pushed into you. You closed your eyes and waited, exhaling when he finally tipped his hips forward, entering you. You didn’t realize that you were holding your breath until you felt your lungs filling with air once more, your body becoming electrified as you felt Josh inch his way further into you. “You okay?” He murmured softly, his eyebrows knit together with pleasure.

You nodded. “Yes, please keep going,” You pleaded, reaching out for him. He bent over you, propping himself up with his left hand. He loomed over you, nothing adorning his body except for a dainty chain finished with a simple gold coin pendant that swung in rhythm below his neck. With his right hand, he took yours, pulling it up to his chest, his fingers clasping together with yours.

He was quiet today, focused intently on the needs in the moment, his pace, and the look on your face. “Look at me, baby. I want to see your face.” He said, stroking slowly in and out of you. You opened your eyes to look at him, only for his gaze to make your insides stir. The intensity in his eyes dared you to look away, and quite frankly, you couldn’t. His mouth dropped open as he found his rhythm, his tongue drawing absent stripes upon his bottom lip. You eyes fell to his chest and down to the softness of his body, watching his muscles flex as he thrusted into you. Sweat was beginning to create a thin sheen over his body and you could feel his hips beginning to audibly smack against you.

“Josh,” You started. “I need to be on top. No arguing.” He wordlessly slowed his rhythm, pulling out of you, spanking you playfully on the side of your ass, signaling for you to roll over so that he could fill your place. You watched as he idly stroked himself, getting into position

“Come here, Mama. Take charge.” You offered him a smirk as you stepped over Josh in a low squat, taking his cock in your hand and guiding it to your entrance. “Take it all, baby. I want to be buried inside of you.” You took his encouragement, sinking down on his cock, still propped up in the squat position so that you could bounce on him. You started slow, bringing your body down as far as it could go in the position, before rising off of him–enough to almost reveal his pink tip. Just as you felt him almost slip out, you’d bring yourself back down, letting gravity bring you back together. You could feel his cock throbbing from deep inside of you, and from below, you watched the tiny movements of his eyebrows knitting together submissively, his body in the throws of pure ecstasy.

“Does that feel good, baby?” You asked. “Do you like watching me ride you from above?” You watched him swallow before speaking in a low, almost-dissociated murmur.

“Your pussy feels so fucking good, baby.” He brought his hands up to grip your hips, helping bring you back down with more force each time. You whipped your hair behind your shoulders, feeling perspiration begin to prickle your forehead. His hands traveled to your breasts, taking one in each hand, tweaking your nipples. “I love watching your tits bounce above me, Mama.” His eyes sparkled with delight.

“Oh yeah?” You said before hissing through your teeth as he pulled on one of your nipples towards him, his lips curling in a grin. “You’re such a menace,” you scolded playfully.

“I know you like just a tiny bit of pain, mama.” His tone was matter-of-fact as he pulled on the other nipple. “Keep bouncing, baby. Faster now.” You followed his instruction, pulling yourself upward before lowering yourself again. Josh wasn’t satisfied. To remedy the situation, he anchored his hands back on your waist, using the bed for leverage to push off from the bed, slamming against your ass and thighs.

“Josh! Fuck!” You yelped, before clapping your hand over your mouth. Your body lurched forward in response. Josh reached upward and pulled your hand from your mouth. “We own this house. Anyone listening can either enjoy the show or fuck off. Sit up straight and hover.” You straightened your back, pulling your hands to your breasts as you slowed your pace to a halt, hovering above Josh with his cock still inside of you. “Get ready baby. Hold on.” He locked his hands around your upper calves, using his body strength to thrust into you, this time at a feverish pace. He filled you so deeply that you could feel his balls slapping against your clit as he drilled up into you.

“Fuck, fuck FUCK!” You shouted, losing your balance and catching yourself on Josh’s shoulders. He didn’t relent. He continued to plow into you, his eyes screwed shut and his face pulled with exertion.

“Take it. Take it,” He spewed, his fingers stabbing into your skin.

“Oh my God! Josh, what the fuck?!” you continued to moan through the phrase, your throat producing choked and whiny sounds that contested with the noise of his body slamming against yours. His only response was a wicked, throaty chuckle. He lifted his hold from you, releasing your legs.

“I know you need more, Y/n. It’s okay.” His hands left you completely, stalling on his chest, waiting for you to adjust. You relaxed from the squat, moving to rest on your knees. It was obvious that you were close to cumming. Though you couldn’t smell it, you were certain that your bedroom wreaked of sex. You were plastered to Josh, your bodies glistening with sweat and a collection of your juices. You bent forward towards Josh until your chest was pressed against his. You kissed him passionately, your inhalations and exhalations shared between conjoined lips. “You feel…so…mmm,” he moaned into your mouth, his throat producing uncharacteristically deep groans as you dragged your body against his, forcing yourself as flush to him as possible.

“Josh–” You said, your voice snatched from your throat as your core jolted with a need so powerful that nothing could deter you from reaching your breaking point. “I need you, I need-” You cut yourself off, feverishly dragging yourself backward and forward against him. Josh dragged his lips in biting kisses within the curve of your neck, pausing to whisper sweetly in your ear.

“Cum on my cock, baby. I want you. I need you. It’s all that matters.” You vaguely felt his hands stroke the softness of your arms, shoulders and back as he spoke. “Let go. Stop thinking and let your body take over. It’s okay,” He encouraged.

You closed your eyes, letting the torrent of pleasure surge through your body, your skin set ablaze with the end in sight. You clamped your floor muscles around Josh, feeling your thighs shuddering in response to the orgasm building deep within your belly. “I’m gonna,” You whispered breathlessly. “I’m gonna–” You tried again, unable to produce the word, though you both knew what it was. The three letter word that held so much power over men and women all over the world. Though your eyes were shut, they still continued to roll as you drifted out of conscious thought and into pure bodily hunger. You held your breath as your body slowed, and you slammed yourself down into josh one final time, your extremities falling into numbness and your head throbbing with circulation. Every inch of your skin became pocked with goosebumps as you finally gave into the orgasm, outlasting it for as long as you could before finally letting it go. You fought the urge to let your body go limp, but you couldn’t leave Josh to tend to himself.

“Stand up on the floor, baby.” You asked, pulling yourself off of Josh and off of the bed to get on your knees, waiting for him. You watched him find his place in front of you, and you took his cock in your hands, continuing to stroke at a similar pace as before. You leaned under his shaft to take his balls into your mouth, letting your tongue ring around them, producing as much saliva as you could to aid the process. You hummed as you worked, tasting yourself on his skin. You licked up the underside of his shaft, stopping just under the lip of his pink tip, sinking down on him, letting his full length hit you at the back of the throat, pulling tears from your eyes. Your hands found their way to his ass, and as you worked, you could feel him unconsciously squeezing his glutes out of need.

“I- I’m close,” he blurted. You looked up to see him throw his hands through his groomed hair, his face flushed with ecstasy, trails of sweat gleaming down his chest and stomach.

“Mmmhmm,” you hummed against his cock before lifting off of him, strings of saliva ribboning from your mouth in the process. In the final moments, he took control, grabbing his lubed cock from you, pumping it feverishly.

“Show me your tits, baby. I want to see my cum all over you.” He grunted, fucking his body into his fist. You scrambled to kneel properly with your chest high and your head pulled back.

“Cum for me baby. All over.” You murmured, pushing your breasts together with your hands. His breathing became erratic, his rhythm increasing and increasing until his hips finally shot forward, streams of hot cum landing on your chest in a true pearl necklace. You lifted your head just in time to see the look on his face, thrown helplessly deep within the orgasm, that his eyes were squeezed shut, his entire face a deep shade of pink. He looked like he was in pain, but you knew that wasn’t really the case; agony and ecstasy teeter precariously on the edge of one another, after all. You lowered your gaze back to his lower half, watching him innately throw his hips forward in several final impregnating thrusts. He exhaled through his mouth with heaving force, his chest rising and lowering with great effort. When he finally let go of his erection, you took his hand, inserting his messy fingertips into your mouth, licking off the excess cum from them. He finally opened his eyes, his lips pulling upward in a drowsy smirk. “That’s it, baby.” You rubbed the outsides of his thighs as he came down from the orgasm. He lowered himself to your level.

“I’m not done just yet,” He finally spoke. You grew suspicious, but followed his lead as he fell backward with you, resting his hand on the back of your head to break your fall. His lips found yours easily, kissing you gently before traveling lower, retracing the red splotches he had left earlier, this time using his tongue to connect each constellation. He kissed you softly, using his tongue to lap up his own cum, cleaning you up drop for drop. His lips made their way to your breasts once more, his tongue lolling all around to collect his orgasm. His tongue dragged along until he found one of your nipples, ringing them softly as he suckled on your sensitive skin. You busied yourself with his hair, enjoying the new texture of the sides of his head. You couldn’t hide the blissful smile that grew on your face as he cared for you, leaving every inch of your skin consecrated within the worship of his hands, lips and tongue.

He finished a few moments later, pulling you to him in a secure embrace, his face buried within the curve of your neck. “I’m so glad you’re home, Baby,” You said after a while.

“This moment with you is the only thing I’ve been thinking of since I left our doorstep.” You pulled away from the embrace to see him, leaning in to kiss his lips. “I think surprising me with the new hair was a good idea, don’t you think?” You said, ruffling his hair with your finger tips.

“One of the best decisions I have made in a very long time. Just try not to get jealous when the fans see,” He said, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

You shrugged. “They fuck you in their dreams. I get to whenever I choose, at least when you’re home.” You said nonchalantly, tracing star shapes into his arm with the tip of your pointer finger.

“Wanna take a shower with me?” He asked quietly, sitting up from the hard floor. He stood up, reaching his hand down for you to take.

“Are you trying to go for round two?” You asked, your eyebrows raising.

He shrugged. “If the moment presents itself. Although you’ve pretty much drained me. Come on.” He pulled you up and you followed him hand and hand to the bathroom, shutting yet another door behind you.

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ramcharantitties · 3 months

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Other Woman- Part 5

New year was cold. It killed you to get up from bed or do anything that required leaving blankets. Some people might have set their fairy lights in joy of the upcoming year, but you didn't want to. You just stood there by the balcony, hugging the shawl closer, staring at the golden lights. The fresh conversations were vivid, about Christmas celebration and traditions, but you could only listen and nod, it wasn't for you to say anything when your own husband was fighting for them. Your double standards were also a fresh conversation for others. But some did understand, some friends, going from the same fate. And they made your life a little better.

You peeked down the balcony railing to see your husband in the street, making his way home. You didn't know where he was, and you didn't want to know either. Ram and you were still sleeping in different rooms, his special blanket with you. You wondered if he was left cold in the nights. You remembered when Ram used to read out stories to you, as you'd knit him hand gloves. The considerations that his actions resonated was far warmer than any blankets and fire.

The clang on the door alerted that he was home. You stepped out of the balcony, going in the kitchen to get him some warm water. From the corner of your eyes, you could see that Ram was shuffling around in your room. Maybe he needed his drawer, you shrugged. Ram was sitting on his table, doing something, when you kept the glass down on his table. He looked up, smiling. "I got an invitation" he said, handing you an envelop.

The white envelop had a little flower on it. You opened it, pulling out a blue card. It was a new year celebration party from one of your friends. You sat down on the bed, reading it. "That's nice" you muttered, placing it on table. The awkward distance between you, made you both long for each other. Naturally, you would have your arms around him, reading the card aloud. He'd pull you in his lap, and then you would ask which saree to wear. Your eyes met, an expression of grimace on both your faces. It was as if you both were thinking the same thing. You looked away, and then left the room.

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Ram quickly pulled the bill out of his drawer the next morning, when you were having your tea. "I am gonna head out for a while" he said, and left the house. He stepped in the street, the morning was warm. Hopefully it won't be cold either when you will be leaving for the party. Ram thought about yesterday evening. Will the time like that come back, when you were so free spirited and loving? Another question, far more concerning, dawned on him. Did he deserve to have the loving and carefree y/n he broke down? He was there to peel all the oranges you had, but it was necessary that you would be able to do that for yourself. Or maybe you were doing it because you weren't no more sure that your own husband would stay for you.

Ram reached the shop, rushing in. The jeweler, Sarla, he has been meeting for some days, was nowhere to be seen. She understood his situation, and decided to get a custom ring made for you. They spent hours figuring out the cut, style, color, design, browsing through books and reviews to find the perfect combination for you. The only problem was that Sarla didn't like Ram.

"You are back" she said loudly, appearing from the curtains. Ram sighed. "Here, what's the progress?" He asked, handing the bill. "Well I talked to the worker and that ring isn't possible" she said, pulling a stack of boxes out. Ram whined. "Listen, cop man, I am trying. It is not my fault the designs you think of are neither functional nor pretty" she said. Ram seethed, but knew better than to say anything. "But I do have an idea" Sarla pulled out her notepad, quickly scrolling through her design sketches. "What if you get her a thin, light blue set, with earrings, choker and a ring?" Ram's eyebrows shot up. "The custom ring is already so costly, how can I get the whole set?" he asked, peeking a look at the design. His breath hitched. The intricate design, simplicity yet the efforts, Ram imagined the set on you and he couldn't think of anything else. Sarla slid a small box towards him.

Ram hesitated before opening it. Sarla nodded, a soft smile on her face. The ring had a blue four line star with silver lines on side. It looked straight out of a fairy book and Ram knew you would love it. "It was an old design. It's way cheaper than the ring" Sarla's statement snapped Ram out of his imagination and he looked up with his big brown eyes. Ram decided to get the set, and took the ring with himself. He almost eloped from the door, pocketing the ornament in his trousers. There was a glee in his heart, finding the perfect ring for his perfect wife. Ram never got to give you an actual engagement ring- he hoped this would make up for it. For a new start. Ram didn't even got to cross the market when he saw a familiar pair of eyes calling his name. A pair of eyes he loathed to recognize. A pair of eyes that were not yours, and if he was caught, there would be no making up.

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tagging: @vijayasena @ramayantika @nerdreader @yehsahihai @chaanv

#rrr tarak charan #rambheem #ram x wife!reader #ram x reader #fanfic #desi tag #rrr movie #rrr #ram charan #ghungru #other woman

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pro-mammonologist · 1 year

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Hear me out : making the most raunchiest, down right disgusting sextape with mammon and someone accidentally watches it and hears EVERYTHING 🤭

You remained in your demon boyfriend’s arms, scrolling through your phone, looking at social media. Mammon watched with you, telling you to scroll back up and click on things after you scrolled past them, making you playfully scold him. He kept on doing it, laughing at your reaction and trying to fluster you more. It wasn’t until you heard a ping from Mammon’s cell that you put your phone down.

“Aren’t you gonna check that, hmm?” You exaggerated your tone, lacing it with sarcasm.

He huffed and lifted it to his face. “Nah.” He then put it back down and put his arm back around your waist.

“What if it’s important?”

“It’s just Asmo, probably something makeup or fashion related.” He shrugged.

“Okay, you’re probably right.” You returned to your social media before you also received a message from Asmo. “What the hell?”

You opened it and read: ooooooooh~

You typed up a message, disturbed by the vagueness.

Mc: Huh?

Asmo: hehe

Mc: what???

Then no response. Mammon’s DDD rung again. And then two other pings followed. You turned to him, making him groan.

“I was comfy, ya know!”

“Get your DDD and figure out what’s going on.” The pings continued, equally frustrating and worrying the both of you. Mammon opened his DDD and went to the group chat shared between his brothers and then his eyes went wide and his jaw dropped open. He went pale and you started to panic. “What is it?” You pulled his cell to your eyes and saw immediately what it was.

Asmo: guys look! *sends video*

Asmo: they make such a good couple! I’m so happy they’re compatible in all forms! I gotta say I’m a little jealous!

Levi: JADNFJRNFJNRNF

Satan: no fucking way

Beel: ☹️

Asmo: I know, who would’ve thought Mc was that nasty! Wait until 23:42 where they take him into their mouth right after he pulls out of them!

Satan: all I needed to see was the thumbnail. No thank you. Mammon’s little mammon isn’t something I’ve ever wanted to see.

Belphie: I got about 2 minutes in, they already have spit everywhere even though they’re just making out. So dramatic.

Asmo: I think it’s passionate! Romantic! And messy. Our little Mc clearly isn’t shy when it comes to spit! They let Mammon spit in their mouth at around 7 minutes.

Beel: I can’t watch. Please stop telling us what happens.

Asmo: but I didn’t even tell you the best part!

Belphie: if it involves Mammon I don’t want to hear it

Satan: how can it not involve Mammon?

You and Mammon remained frozen, watching as more messages filled the chat. Levi remained silent and, rather terrifyingly, Lucifer remained absent from the chat. Mammon prepared to type a message and then you stopped him.

“There’s no point. Only Asmo and probably Levi will watch it at least.”

“At least!!! Mc! They have no right to be able to see you like that!” He sat up and started typing.

“Uh! Obviously! But typing something will only egg them on, you know that! Plus what about Lucifer!” You tried to reason with him, sitting up beside him. “And the even bigger worry is how the hell did Asmo find the video! It’s on my DDD!” You showed him where your messages were still open with Asmo, clearly not showing any sign of you sending the tape. Despite you telling him not to, Mammon started typing.

Mammon: HOWD YOU GET THAT!

Asmo: I found it

Beel: you didn’t send it?

Mammon: NO!!! WHY WOULD I SEND THAT??

Asmo: it just appeared in my videos one day. I’m not sure how but I’m not upset. Did you not want us to watch it?

Mammon: EXCUSEEEE MEEEE???? NO! MC IS NAKED AND DOING A WHOLE LOTTA STUFF! AINT NO WAY I WOULD DO THAT OR THAT HAPPENED!!!

Lucifer: A sex tape?

The both of your hearts skipped a beat.

Lucifer: A sex tape that magically appeared in Asmo’s phone? Did Mc send it? Mammon is clearly too possessive to willingly send a video of Mc naked and “doing a whole lotta stuff” for lack of better terms.

You both heaved a sigh, thankful he didn’t immediately lecture you both.

Asmo: could’ve just been fate.

Mammon: Mc didn’t send it! Lucifer, you gotta figure out what Asmo did!

Levi: current status: 5:14. Mammon asked Mc “you’re already desperate, huh?” Directly after Mc said they were desperate for him. Mammon is clearly a little behind.

Mammon: STOP WATCHING

Lucifer: I will figure out what happened. However, Mammon and Mc, you will need to realize that for evidence, I will likely have to watch it.

Mammon: WHAT

Lucifer: who knows what happened, Mammon. Asmo could’ve snuck in when you didn’t notice and cursed your DDD.

Mammon: NUH UH! I’ve watched that video over and over, ain’t no way.

Lucifer: seems as though you’re the desperate one then, hm?

Lucifer: also, to clarify, I won’t exactly enjoy seeing your little Mammon either. Would you rather me send it to Barbatos to figure out what happened?

Mammon: you know what, I don’t even care. Just.

Mammon: Don’t.

Mammon: Watch.

Mammon: IT.

Lucifer: You know what, I’d rather leave this be as well. Everyone needs to have this video deleted from their library. I will be inspecting everyone’s phones to make sure it’s not there.

Mammon: WHAT

Levi: NOOOO

Asmo: okay well don’t be surprised by what you see

Belphie: this government (Lucifer) is too oppressive.

Satan: what will Mc think? Going through her phone? Personally, I think we should overthrow our government (Lucifer).

Beel: I don’t have anything to hide. Just don’t judge me.

Mammon: I’m leaving the House of Lamentation. Nah, the whole Devildom. You’ll never see me again.

Lucifer: 👍🏻

The two of you looked at each other, defeated and deflated. Both of you, hunched over, staring at the messages flying across his DDD. While you wanted to figure out what happened, you just accepted that it’s better not to probe. Needless to say, you were also encouraging of Mammon’s idea of a vacation from the Devildom, not necessarily a permanent one.

The two of you did not leave your room for at least 24 more hours. You just didn’t want to deal with it. However…

Asmo to you privately: want some ideas?

Maybe this wasn’t entirely too terrible.

(This was also so fun akfjdjfndn)

#obey me #mammon x mc #obey me shall we date #currently under mammons bed #mammon #mammon smut #obey me headcanons #obey me asmodeus

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revlischarm · 1 year

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Behold, Morro for season 4 in the Lego Monkie Kid au!!

Below the cut I’ve put some details about the season, as well as their design.

• So, Morro gets trapped in the scroll along with everyone else!! Inspired by what one of my friends on discord mentioned, apparently the scrolls work for all memories, not just for recording JTTW stuff.

• Therefore. We’re gonna get some Morro trauma. Since the scroll can put you in the worst memories you had/in some kind of past life, I thought, “what better than to hurl Morro back into his misdeeds as a ghost?”

- That’s why when Morro’s in the scroll, he’s gonna be walking around in his old gi from the show. I didn’t give him a cloak or anything for the sole reason of me having a hard time drawing it

• Boy oh boy Morro absolutely hates having to be dressed in the robes of his past. He’s been trying to move away from what he did, to forge his own identity and life. Yet now he gets put right back where he was, at the peak of his darkest times, and MK and Mei end up bearing witness to it, no less!

• Long story short Morro just. Is going to be miserable this whole season. Their past got dredged up in such a messy way for all to see.

• I don’t wanna give away too much since this post is mainly just for Morro’s season 4 design, hehe.

• You want more info?? Send in asks! I will devour them and answer back dutifully.

• Now onto design talk, tw for some blood stains and detailed description of death for a bit

• The only details I’ll really say for Morro’s scroll design are that his outfit is fairly burnt and torn up in many places, due to how he died. Well, more so the condition his clothes were in when he passed away.

- The front of Morro’s gi is stained with dried blood because of how he died, which I personally believe to be due to the kethanol gas in the Caves of Despair. There’s more info about it on the wiki, but the effects I’ve given to it basically are that prolonged exposure will cause someone to bleed out, with blood coming from the nose and mouth and the eventual exsanguination is the cause of death. So yeah, you just. Drown in your own blood, can’t get enough actual air and asphyxiate, bleed out, etc. The gas can kill you in a number of ways I’d say

• Moving past all that…Morro gets longer ribbons now!! He added on a new ribbon, since he bonded with Red Son at the end of Season 3, and off-screen between the last season and this one, lol. Think of their friendship as…fanning the flames. They kinda just hype each other up and it’s very chaotic.

• Morro actually trains with Macaque to learn some shadow magic!! They’re super interested in learning teleportation via shadows because it’s cool as hell, and they just generally like to spend time with Macaque. After some time, Morro finds that his eye markings are getting kinda…larger and discolored.

- Surprise the universe/gods saw Macaque taking in Morro and went “oh successor??? The Six-Eared Macaque has a successor??” And long story short, after an initial bout of extreme panicking, Morro realizes that he’s now got some cooler new markings!!

- Yes, I’m contractually obligated to change Morro’s eye markings with each new design at this point, lay off me

- I’m very happy with this marking design tho!! It looks very nice and is easy for me to draw. The markings actually manifest themselves in the way of like…scar stuff. And I tried to have them resemble Morro’s actual cursed markings as much as I could, but it was hard to do that when it kept veering into flame territory (which I wasn’t aiming for). So yeah!

- I also added a little chart at the bottom to demonstrate the differences between the markings and also how Macaque’s and Morro’s purples are different. Mac’s is more on the blue hued scale, while Morro’s has more pink tones to it. There!

• And last but not least, the tail(s) of Morro’s sash got longer!! I did this for the purpose of giving their silhouette a more monkey-like appearance, with the longer sash acting as a sort of faux shadow tail. This works great for any silhouette shots!

• So yeah! That’s that! Feel free to ask anymore questions, I’ll be glad to answer!!!

• Oh also I forgot to draw it in but you know how everyone else gets a cool weapon during season 4 from the scroll? Yeah, Morro’s taking the memory of the Sword of Sanctuary with him.

#ninjago #art #lego ninjago #my art #nsg #nsg au #noodle shop ghost au #noodle shop ghost #ninjago morro #morro au #lmk #lmk au #lego monkie kid #lego monkie kid au

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quandaryqueen · 1 year

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i am once again asking for more pre-riddler gotham edward shbdkadjbyw

mayhaps (pre-riddler) gotham edward with a future s/o who's an excellent sketch artist for the gcpd? like even with the vaguest of details they can get, they can draw an accurate likeness of a suspect most of the time? they would totally have a bunch of sketches of other people, of officers and ed too-

Pencil work

Gotham Edward Nygma X Reader

Pre-Riddler Edward is always a treat uwu I actually prefer him than the Riddler!

"This is Y/N L/N, they're gonna need some details about the man who assaulted you."

Edward watches as Detective Gordon gestures at you by his side in front of a poor woman— who had been minding her business in a typical day walking on her way to work, when she was pushed by a passerby at the side of the road, almost getting herself ran over. Just an average day in Gotham, something someone should shrug off after spewing a few profanities before resuming, but James Gordon happened to stumble upon the scene and brought the woman back to the precinct.

You stood ready with a sketch pad and pencil in your hands, nodding attentively as the woman began to detail the appearance of her assailant. The way your face tense from the concentration, softening when you turn back to ask for clarifications, before returning to a concentrated gaze. Edward wasn't aware he was blocking the path as he stood at awe at the sight of you at work.

You weren't called in all that much, at least, not at the rate he was also called in but it was always a sight to behold. That, or he is kept occupied with forensics. Mostly cooped up in your little space, sketching away. He only knew that because he always had the excuse to walk behind you, look over your shoulder, before pretending he wanted to tell a riddle to the nearest officer who happen to be beside you.

"Is this your man?" Detective Gordon shows the woman your sketchbook. It wasn't as detailed as your typical works, but it is just a quick sketch.

The woman nodded and was excused, leaving Gordon to work with the analysis to run the assailant's face through police database. And just like that, you were retreating back to your desk.

"A-ah, Mx. L/N!" Edward did not have the train of thought which consists of him going back and fourth between approaching you or not, as your name rolls from his tongue without much of a thought process.

He didn't expect you to glance back. Shit. You have never talked before and this is the first time you're interacting. He doesn't even know why he called you... Now what?

"G-great work! By the way! Hah... Um..." He scratches the back of his neck.

"Thank you! I try my best!" You smiled.

He returns your smile with his signature Muppet smile, before he retreats to his usual stomping grounds in a hurry, his face set ablaze... Somehow, he has the feeling of wanting to do that again.

~•~

Nothing could go wrong with an idle sketch while you wait for someone to call you on the scene for your expertise and it was the perfect way to pass time, other than being trapped in an endless scroll. The carbon tip hovering atop the paper, you lazily scan your surroundings for an inspiration. There was the beloved coffee machine, next to an office plant, near the forensics lab, where Edward Nygma exitted—

Edward Nygma... The funny fella from yesterday, ye? Definitely a cute guy... Black hair, always neatly combed to the sides, not a strand sticking out, brown eyes behind black framed square glasses, lips always stretched to a Muppet smile. You regret letting him go yesterday, internally punching yourself for not being that much of a conversationalist.

You never really talked to the guy all that much, only exchanging small talk, greeting when you bumped to each other before resuming to your day. When you do get to work with him, it would be brief that you don't really get to interact with him at all. There was a time Detective Bullock was bad mouthing Edward when you were on the scene, turning to you to nonchalantly express his annoyance for the bespectacled man when he made his way to the scene. You kept quiet, not wanting to cause a rift with your co-workers, but you had a way of letting the detective know you don't like the way he talks about Edward... So much for not wanting to cause a rift...

He looked particularly eager making his way forward, his eyes lit up and pace quickening. You watch him pass by your table and pretended as though you weren't just staring at him. By doing this, your eyes landed at the end of your pencil, the carbon tip filling out spaces to Edward's coat and—

How the fuck—

You were shocked at yourself as well, eyes wide at the sight of the absentminded sketch before you— a figure of Edward Nygma, though rough in terms of shape, you were a little concerns about how mu h details you were able to jot down from such a distance. Closing your sketchbook, you take your palms and press it against your heated face, fingers pulling down your cheeks before you slammed your head against your table. Stupid brain chemicals.

You just hoped Edward didn't see it... But on the contrary—

Edward was shocked when he spotted an unmistakable figure of himself on your paper, getting a good sight of it all when you closed your sketchbook and slam your head against your desk, all the while, repeatedly banging your head on the surface lightly. Well, that couldn't be good for the noggin and before you can cause great damage on your cortex, he taps your shoulder.

"That was a marvelous drawing!"

Your stomach dropped and eyes widened, a reaction Edward caused with his thoughtless statement that he had yet again, had zero thought process behind it. Oh no, you don't think of him as a creep now do you? Justified and understandable...

"I'm so sorry." You blurted out in the midst of the mess in your mind. Oh my fucking god this is so embarrassing, I wish I can crawl under a rock and die.

Edward blinks owlishly. "Uh... Why?"

"Um... For sketching you?" For being an absolute leering creep???

"Nonsense! I'm quite flattered!" And besides if anyone should be sorry, it's him, he's the leering creep. "All those details in such a short time! I don't know about you, but most of the time, you're the one who makes the process of capturing the baddies faster. Putting a face to the assailant! Then it would be more easier to get more information like the name, age, where, when, why, how— how long have you been sketching?"

Be still my beating heart... You held a hand to your chest, maintaining a tense smile as the feeling of wanting to be swallowed by the ground subsides as it was beginning to be replaced by flattery.

"Um... Thank you... I mean... Since I was young? It was a hobby at first, then I got into this... Um... Job and I guess I'm a professional now."

"May I see?" Edward could barely contain his excitement as he gestured at the sketch book on your desk.

For a moment, hesitance took over, but you eventually got over it and flipped through the pages, landing on the recent page, before handing it to Edward. His eyes were wide with wonder as he admired the pencil work, his eyes softening at how much details you incorporated in your drawing, a smile gracing his features.

"Wonderful..." It slips pass his lips, his finger softly stroking the material of the pad.

"You can look over the previous pages if you want."

"Really?" He glanced at you, eyes glimmering with excitement.

"Go ahead." Although you were a little shy, you allowed him to close your sketchbook and go to the very first page.

You saw the advantage of prolonging the conversation further and took the chance. For so long you've wanted to approach him, as he seemed fun, but you never really had the courage to speak with him in a casual manner. Who knows? Maybe a foundation of a bond can be forged through this.

#edward nygma #riddler x reader #dc x reader #edward nygma x reader #dc x you #edward nigma #request #gotham edward nygma x reader #anon

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footballf1 · 1 year

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6 years later - Cristiano Ronaldo

Summary: When Cristiano finally meets his first love again after 6 crucial years.

Type: Angst

Note: So this set in 2015, which means in this story Cristiano is playing for Real Madrid. Irina and Cristiano never dated but there is Junior in this story.

Couples: Cristiano x Cássia

Warning: Grammar mistakes, might be a bad angst and no happy ending.

6 years

It has been 6 years since she got her heart broken in half and her difficult decision to leave what was supposed to be the 'love of her life'.

They had everything planned together, but it all shattered in just a span of few minutes. She spent countless days crying over him, longing for his warmth and touch.

Until she finally realizes that some things are meant to be moved on and long forgotten although it is difficult for her to forget everything about Cristiano.

She remembered that painful memory till this day because it will always be engraved in her heart and mind; acting as a terrible scar, that would never heal.

*6 years ago* (2009)

Cássia sat on the couch motionlessly. Her suitcases stood by the doorway as she thought about everything. Was she right for this?

Tears streamed down her eyes as she remembered what happened two weeks ago. She was just cleaning their bedroom when she stumbled upon his phone. A text notification popped up in his phone, which ignited her curiosity.

The message said 'Hey I just finished my appointment and everything went smoothly and there are no problems.'

Her curiosity grew so she opened up the message, luckily she knew his password. But when she opened them, it made her change her whole life. In those chats were text messages between Cristiano and someone named Isabella, but one picture that was sent by Isabella made her heart drop.

It was a sonogram. A baby was seen in the photo. She wanted to know more so she scrolled up to the latest message.

She came across another sonogram picture but this time the baby was much tinier. She looked up at the date and saw it was 2 months ago. This made her look at the conversation between them.

Isabella: Congratulations, it's a boy.

Cristiano: A son. Holy shit I'm gonna have a son. I'm so happy.

Isabella: I know but have you told her about this?

Cristiano: No

Cristiano: I haven't

Cristiano: It's just that I don't know how to tell her about all of this right now, we are in the process of moving together to Madrid and she's having a hard time because her mother is sick.

Isabella: Look I know you care about her but she needs to know one way or another.

Cristiano: I will tell her but I need to find the right time.

She remembered those messages very clearly. The messages that made her break down crying. However she stopped crying when she heard Cristiano asking her if he knew where he kept his phone.

For two weeks, she acted neutrally around him. Usually you would give him kisses and I love you whenever he had to go somewhere but now she just gave him short and meaningless greetings like 'bye' and 'ok'. To which he doesn't notice.

'How could he?' She thought. That's the right question, how could he do this to her when she gave up everything for him.

Her and Cristiano were childhood sweethearts. Friends ever since they were 10 year olds. Started dating at 16. Cássia left Portugal with Cristiano at 18 when he signed into Manchester United. Leaving her family behind and the country she loves with all her heart.

She left everything she loves, just to be with him, but today, she learned that sacrificing something you love can have serious consequences.

She heard the door open, indicating that he was home. "I'm here." He called out. "I got some-." There was a pause. He must've seen the suitcases by the doorway. "Cássia why are all of your suitcases here, we are leaving in two weeks?" He asked.

He appeared in the living room, where he saw her just staring into space. "Cás, what's wrong?" He asked while going to her.

"Was my love enough for you?" She asked.

He stopped in his tracks. "What?" He asked confused.

"Do you even love me anymore?" She asked again. Tears started to form in her eyes.

This caught him off guard. "Of course I love you, Querida. Wha-what makes you say that?" He rambled.

"Then why?" She asked.

"Why what? What did I do, Querida? Tell me what I did?" He questioned. He was confused about why she was acting like this.

"I don't know Cris." She started. "Does Isabella ring any bells?" She sarcastically asked.

Cris froze in his spot. His mouth dried up as she mentioned the name. "What are you talking about?" He lied.

She rolled her eyes. "Don't lie Cristiano, I know you're lying when I see it." She pointed out venomously.

Cristiano opened and closed his mouth like a fish, unable to say anything. He tried to form any sentence that is in his mind but couldn't because everything happened so fast for him and didn't give him time to react.

He had no other choice but to stop himself from speaking and just looked down instead of her eyes. "I was drunk." He mumbled.

She scoffed. "Alcohol. You know what? why don't you find other reasons to blame your mistakes?" She hissed before getting up from the couch.

Cristiano reacted quickly and started trailing behind her. "Cás, I'm sorry please don't leave me. Give me another chance." He pleaded.

She stopped in her tracks and turned to look at him. "I did everything for you. Everything." She wailed with tears streaming down her face.

He could feel his heart cracking like a broken glass when he saw her crying. "Cássia." He approached slowly.

"No. Don't even come fucking near me." She retaliated. She wiped her tears aggressively. "We had everything planned, Cristiano. You always said that you want to marry me and have kids with me and you just had to ruin it all don't you?" She ranted. Her voice cracked after every word.

"Did you change your mind?" She whimpered out.

Cristiano stayed silent. She was right. Nothing and no one should be blamed for his mistake. He needs to own up to it.

"Cássia, I want all of those with you and just you." He reasoned with tears streaming down his face.

"Really? Because what you did with Isabella already tells me that it was all a lie." She pointed out.

"Querida, please. I love you." He pleaded.

That was it. She raised her hand and slapped him across the face. "If you love me that much then you would've appreciated the sacrifice I did so I could stay with you. I left my family and left my country, which I considered my home, just to be with you. But it doesn't matter is it because everything that I have done for you is never good enough." She paused to wipe away her tears and sniffed out a sob.

"I hate you. I hate you so much and I wish I never even met you." She raised her voice. She said it with so much hate, anger and venom. Pain and hurt slashed across his face. She's not gonna lie that she felt bad for him but at the same time Cristiano Ronaldo deserved every hatred word she said.

A car honk was heard right outside the house. It was the taxi that she called earlier to take her to the airport so she could finally go back home where the people, who showed her love since day one, is.

She closed her eyes, knowing that this was the moment she would walk out on him. "I wish you well with your career in Real Madrid and your son, Cristiano." She said that before getting her suitcases and walked out.

Cristiano stayed in the exact same position in disbelief. It took every ounce of him to not chase after her. He didn't deserve her and there's no way of getting her back.

*Present Day*

After the breakup, she went back home to Madeira, her home. However, she found out that her mother's sickness is bad. Her mother is suffering from cancer. Her and her sisters did everything they can to nurse her back to health while she also found a job as saleswoman for a clothing company.

A year later, her mother unfortunately lost the battle to cancer. Leaving her and her sisters devastated, but she always remembered what her mother said. "You only get to live one life, use this as a chance to live a happy life." Which is what she tried to do.

She buried herself into work to forget about him. However that all changed in 2014, when she was suddenly transferred to another branch in Madrid.

She would've rejected it but they offered her a raise and increase in salary, to which she couldn't reject. So she moved away from Madeira again.

A sudden collision at her leg made her snap out of her trance. She looked down and saw a little boy on the floor looking lost and scared. She knelt down and helped him up. "Are you ok?" She asked.

The little boy nodded. It was strange for her because the little boy seemed awfully familiar to someone. "Where are your parents?" She asked while looking around at the crowded people in the mall.

"I don't know. Me and my pai were walking around until I saw a toy store. When I got out, I didn't know where he went." He whimpered.

"Ok we'll find him alright." She soothed to which he nodded. "What's your name?" She asked.

Before he could answer, someone was shouting behind her. "Cristianinho!!!! FILHO!"

She froze as she heard that familiar voice. The little boy looked behind her and ran in an instant. "Pai!" He squealed.

Her eyes followed the little boy hugging his father. Her heart constricted in her chest as her breath hitched when she saw who the father is.

She saw that familiar tan skin and styled black hair hugging the little boy. "I thought I lost you, don't you dare do that to me again ok. I can't see you being all alone." He said while still hugging him.

The little boy pulled away. "I'm fine Pai and I wasn't alone." He reassured. He pointed at her. "She tried to help me find you." He said.

The man looked on where his son was pointing at. His whole body went into a shock mode. His eyes widen at the sight of her in front of him. He felt his heart fluttered for the first time in 6 years.

"Cássia." He managed to let out.

She stayed still like a statue as all of the painful memories he caused came flooding back. She tried to open her mouth but no words could come out. Cássia finally realizes that the little boy was his son.

Meanwhile Junior was looking at the two adults staring deeply at each other. The tension was so thick that you could cut it with a knife. Junior tugged on his father's jacket since it was starting to get more tense. "Pai can we go now?" He asked comfortably.

Cristiano snapped out of his trance and looked at him. "Yes filho just wait." He looked back at her again. He was about to say something but she beat him to it.

"Sorry but I have to go." She said before walking away from the father and son.

Cristiano watched her leave him again. "Pai." Junior called out.

He looked at his son again. "Yes." He replied.

"Who was that?" Junior asked.

"An old friend of mine." He answered.

*Few days later*

It has been 3 days since she last saw Cristiano and all the painful and hurtful memories that she buried for the longest period of time resurfaced back to haunt her.

Usually a nice cup of coffee and some sort of pastry will help clear her mind off things. Which is exactly what she is getting. "Hola que te gustaria recibir hoy?" The cashier asked. (Hello what would you like to get today?)

"Sí, me gustaría tener el croissant y el latte de caramelo." She replied back.

"Serán 25 euros." (That will be 25 euros.)

She opened her purse and rummaged through the mess, trying to find that wallet. Until someone beat her to it. "Voy a pagar por ella" A masculine voice said. (I'll pay for her)

She looked up and saw a muscular covered arm handing the cashier the exact amount of money. She looked beside her and her eyes widened when she realized who he was. Even with the hood over his head and sunglasses on his face, she knows who he is.

"Thanks Cris." She said.

"Shhhh." He hushed her while pointing his finger to his lips. "I don't want people to know." He said while looking around to check if anyone heard it.

"Sorry." She said. The barista handed her order. "Well I guess have a nice day. Thanks again." She said before walking out of the café and to the streets.

All of a sudden, she heard her name being called out. "Cássia wait." He called. She turned around and saw him running towards her. "Are you doing anything tonight?" The first thing he asked after stopping in front of her.

She shrugged. "No not really. I was thinking of just staying at home after work." She answered.

"Well if you're not doing anything then maybe....." There was a long pause. "Would you like to come by my house and have dinner there? You know for old time sake" He finally asked.

To say, she was shocked. She doesn't know what to say. 'Doesn't he have a girlfriend or a son?' She thought. "I-I don't know Cristiano." She stammered. "What about your son or-" She was cut off.

"My son is going to have a sleepover at my friend's house, we'll be fine." He said. "So what do you say?" He asked.

*7 hours later*

Cássia forgot the rest of the conversation, but all she remembered was how it was started to the point where she answered "sure".

She stepped out of the car and walked to the big gate. She pressed the red button, which was supposed to be the intercom.

The speaker made a static sound. "Who is it?" She heard his voice ask.

"It's Cássia, Cristiano."

The gate automatically opened and revealed a luxurious and elegant mansion.

She made her way inside. From the distance, she saw the door open and popped out Cristiano. He was wearing a white buttoned up shirt and some dress pants. Him in that attire just equals one thing, handsome.

"Hey." He said with a smile. The smile that showed off his pearly white teeth, which could make anyone swoon over it.

"You look nice." He complimented her red dress that matches her lipstick. She felt a blush creeping up to her cheeks and tried to hide a small smile forming on her lips.

"Thanks, so do you." She returned back.

He stepped aside to let her come in. She followed him into the kitchen where there was a small bouquet of flowers and a few candlelight on a kitchen counter. There was also a wine bottle and two plates of her favourite pasta.

"Wow Cristiano, it's beautiful."

"Thanks but I can't take the credit." He said coyly while scratching his head. "My friends helped me set it up once they heard me inviting someone for dinner."

"Is that not usual for you?" She asked.

"I never invited anyone for dinner at my house actually. You're the first one." He admitted.

He helped her sit down at her spot. The rest of the time they just eat together in silence. Not a single word was uttered. She smiled mentally when he made the pasta just the way she likes it.

"So how long have you been in Madrid?" He asked, breaking the silence.

"I've been here since last year. My job transferred me here." She said.

"How's your sister and your mom?" He asked.

Her breath hitched at the sudden mention of her mother. "My sisters are fine but a year after I left Manchester, she died." She managed to let out.

"Oh I'm sorry I didn't know." He stumbled.

"It's fine at least she was with her family during her last breath." She said. "Anyways how about your son or Isabella?" She asked, changing the topic.

"You remembered Isabella?" He asked. Shocked to learn that he remembers her.

She nodded. "Yeah I do." She said in a low voice. I mean who wouldn't.

"Ummmm..." He hesitated. "She also died." He said. She looked back at him with pity. "After she gave birth to Junior, she started bleeding. The doctors tried to stop it but it was too late. She flat lined" He sighed.

She looked away from him and turned her sight to the wall where it was full of pictures of him and his mini clone. "How about your son?" She asked while still looking at the framed pictures.

"His name is Cristiano Ronaldo Junior, but we call him Cristianinho. He's 5. He tends to be shy but the nore you get to know him, he's a kind person. He loves to play football with me and is about to join the Real Madrid academy soon." He explained.

She nodded. "You two seem happy together." She replied.

"We are but I always felt like there was something missing." He said.

"Which is?" She asked.

"Someone to be with forever." The sound of the chair creaking caught her off guard. She looked and saw that he got up from his chair and stalked towards her slowly.

"Where we can both love each other." He finished. He stood in front of her and tugged back a strand of hair behind her ear. She inhaled a little of his deodorant lingering in his body.

Just by the smell of his intoxicating scent, old memories that she had left buried deep inside of her have somehow recollected its way to her feelings.

"Cristiano." She whispered.

She felt his fingers slide down her chin and brought it up so she could look at him straight in the eye. "You don't know how long I have been waiting for you Cássia." He said in a low voice.

He traced her lips slowly with his thumb. He leaned down slowly with his eyes trailing to her lips. She didn't know what got over her, but she felt herself leaning towards him.

Their lips touch each other. She felt that familiar tingle forming in her lips with the same butterflies that were swarming in her stomach. He brushed her hair to the back of her ear, he put both of his hands at the side of her face.

From that moment, she felt herself being in bliss. The way he kissed her felt like she was finally being loved again. That feeling she has been trying to regain for the past 6 years.

But that happiness died down when she remembered what happened 6 years ago. The screaming, the shouting and the hearts breaking. She could imagine Isabella kissing his lips. The same lips she is kissing as her.

She pulled away from the kiss roughly, which made him give her a confused look. "I'm sorry I have to go." She stammered.

She picked up her purse and walked away from the table but a hand grabbed her wrist. "Please don't run away again." He whispered.

She felt tears prickling in her eyes and she looked down on the floor. "This was a mistake, Cristiano." She muttered lowly but loud enough for him to hear it.

She tugged her hands again but instead he pulled her till her back hit his chest. He wrapped his arm around her waist which made her unable to move.

"Please Cássia." He pleaded. Small drops of water fell onto her shoulder, he was crying. "I've been living in constant guilt and regret for 6 years. I couldn't forgive myself for that because I lost the woman I love so much." He sobbed.

Tears started spilling down her eyes. "It was hurtful Cristiano." She said.

He sniffed out. "I know." He croaked out.

"But we need to move on. You already have a son. He sounds like a beautiful and charming boy who you are lucky to have. Your son needs you. Isabella would've wanted you to raise him. I would've wanted you to raise him instead of chasing me." She said.

She detached his arms away from her waist and walked out of the house. Leaving him alone, in a crying state. Just like 6 years ago, he didn't chase after her.

*The next day*

The sound of the doorbell ringing jolted him awake. He looked down on himself and saw that he was still wearing yesterday's clothes. He didn't even bother to check the time.

He got up from the bed and went to the control panel. "Who is it?" He asked groggily.

"It's us Cristiano. Marvel and Luka." A cheery voice said.

He grumbled and pressed the button that opens the gate. He went to the front door and when he opened it, he saw two of his best mates smiling which turned to a frown when they saw him.

"Pai!" Junior squealed and hugged his father's legs.

"Hey Filho did you have fun?" He asked while caressing his curls.

"Yup." He said before walking inside.

He turned to look at his best mates. "What are you guys doing here early in the morning?" He groaned out.

They both gave him a confused look. "Umm Cristiano it's 11 past 30." Luka said. He pulled out his watch and pointed at it. "See."

Cristiano squinted his eyes, only to find out that the Croatian was right. "I slept for that long." He thought.

Marcelo was confused. His friend, who is usually an early bird, never wakes up late. His mind finally clicked when he saw what Cristiano was wearing. "The date didn't go well?" He suggested.

Cristiano sighed in defeat and nodded.

Marcelo and Luka gave him pity looks. Luka handed him Juniors bag. "Sorry about that mate." He said before they both spun on their heels and left.

*A few hours later*

Junior sat beside him as they both watched the game intensely. It was Atletico going against Villarreal. Right now it is a 1-1 draw.

"Pai." Junior said, breaking the silence.

"Hmmm." He hummed.

"Who was that old friend of yours?" Junior asked out of curiosity.

Cristiano sighed. "Her name is Cássia."

"Why did you stop being friends with her?" He asked again.

He sighed again. "Before you were born, I did something that hurt her a lot. I regret it badly and I wish I could just take it all back." He explained.

"Do you like her Pai?" He asked, catching him off guard.

Cristiano shook his head 'no'. "I don't, Junior."

It's because I love her.

A/N

I don't know how to end this thing in a better way.

#football imagine #football #football angst #cristiano ronaldo #Cristiano ronaldo imagines #cristiano ronaldo angst #real madrid #please request

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getsojaded · 1 year

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downtown lovers i — it won’t always be like this || calum hood

a/n: ok so. i originally wrote this out of my ass while listening to inhaler (shout-out inhalersos fans) and as i kept writing i decided to make this like an open series where i just write abt little downtown adventures and honestly i don’t know how this is gonna play out LMFAO cause it’s like not exactly a series but at the same time it kind of is??? like those stand alone books that you don’t have to read in order to understand but you still can for the experience???? dude idk what im saying anymore just roll w it i hope u guys like it

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the cool, evening breeze of downtown seattle brushed against melanie's legs as she stood in the queue of the music venue alongside many others, waiting until the doors opened for the band that would be performing that night, inhaler.

she switched between scrolling through different apps on her phone and eavesdropping on various conversations made by people surrounding her, hearing "i'm so excited to see josh jenkinson!" one too many times, trying to find ways to make the time pass a little bit faster.

this was her first concert that she'd be attending alone, and needless to say, the social anxiety was catching up to her. she'd been so used to having at least one friend accompany her to the hundreds of concerts she'd gone to, and she was under the impression that she wouldn't be attending this one alone...

until her friend cancelled last minute on her. which, was bummed her out an extreme amount.

however, the show was the next day and she absolutely did not want to scramble around on twitter and instagram, trying to find people who would want to buy her ticket last minute. so here she was, standing alone in a crowd of grouped-together people. and god, was she feeling anxious.

lost in her own intrusive thoughts, she even failed to realize that the man lining up behind here in the queue was alone as well.

she turned to her side, leaning her back against the brick wall of the venue and closing her eyes, taking a deep sigh as an attempt to calm herself down.

"hey, you okay?" a deep, accent-laced voice filled her ears. her eyes opened and she looked to her left side, making eye contact with a tall, tan skinned man. her eyes quickly scanned him, immediately noticing how fucking attractive he was. dark, curly hair that was on the verge of forming a mullet, a black supreme tee-shirt that exposed his multiple tattoos on his arms and accentuated his muscles, straight black leg dress pants and black docs. with a leather jacket in one hand, his phone and an unlit cigarette in the other.

god, he was hot. really fucking hot.

"oh yeah, i'm alright. just getting tired, 's all," she responds, trying to sound as collected as possible. "you're lookin' a little stressed there, love." he responds, assuming that the rosy shade appearing on her cheeks was from the cold air and not the use of his pet name, to which that assumption was flat out wrong.

"i'm okay. was just a bad choice of footwear for a concert. did it to myself," she fibs, letting out a light laugh as he takes notice of her black boots, then analyzing the rest of her outfit. a basic, black silk dress that was underneath an oversized leather jacket. "at least you look beautiful," he tells her. "you here alone?"

"thank you," she sheepishly smiles up at him. "yeah, i'm here alone, my first one, too."

"ahh, that's why you're lookin' so shaken up." he replies, letting out a light laugh. "don't worry, going to these by yourself are a piece of cake. definitely needs some getting used to, but afterwards it feels like nothin'." he reassures her, reaching in his jacket pocket for a lighter. "what's your name?"

"my name is melanie, and yours?"

"beautiful name for a beautiful girl. i'm calum."

"pretty name for a pretty boy. by the way, are you always this flirty?" she asks him, resulting in light chuckles from the both of them. "no, not always. only when pretty girls are lined up alone in front of me for inhaler." he says, melanie rolling her eyes and smiling in response.

"well, calum, i'm not lining up alone anymore. i'm lining up with you, now." she states, a big grin appearing on calum's face afterwards. "glad to be waiting with you."

they're standing in line for a little over 45 minutes, the conversation flowing exceptionally easily as they got to know each other. melanie's found out that he had also been in a band for a brief amount of time when he was younger, ultimately deciding to part ways but staying best friends with his bandmates. calum found out that melanie had just moved to the city as a result of a new job opportunity, originally living on the east coast just a few months before. with all the free time on calum's hands, he decided to spend some time in the city, having always admired how beautiful it is, yet never having enough time to adventure around it while he was around on tour.

"you're gonna have to play me some songs of yours, wanna compare you to bobby now," she jokes around at that last bit, referring to inhaler's bassist, robert keating, after finding out that calum was the bassist in his band as well. "i'd rock his shit, just saying." he responds, melanie laughing at his sudden defensiveness.

more giggles and continuing of conversations let the time pass by so much quicker than melanie had felt that they did before, and the next thing you know, the pair were standing beside each other while the general admission crowd were waiting for the anticipated band to come out.

despite choosing comfort and deciding not to camp out for long hours outside of the venue for the show, they had still made it to the second row on bobby's side of the stage. "looks like i'll be comparing you two for the entirety of the show," melanie giggles, calum nudging her slightly in response to her joke, "shut up. i'm showing you our songs the minute we get out of this place."

next thing you know, the lights dim and the four band members appear on stage, instruments, opening the show with it won't always be like this. the crowd roars and cheers, singing along to the band in front of them, hands waving around and feet jumping in all sorts of directions.

though melanie has some extra height with her uncomfortable leather boots on, her petite hight is on her bad side today, coming to the realization that she can't see very much due to the tall people standing in front of her.

halfway during the second song, calum takes notice of the way she's attempting to crane her neck up, still having a smile on her face as she enjoys the show. he breaks the touch barrier between them, softly grabbing her by the waist. melanie jumps slightly at the initial touch, but then loosens up at the realization of calum gesturing her to stand in front of him so that she could see better. it would benefit her anyways, and since cal was at least a foot taller than her, it wouldn't affect him that much – at all, really.

calum’s hands don’t leave melanie’s sides for the entirety of the concert. and as they’re exiting the venue and walking down the crowded streets at midnight, his arm is still wrapped around her as they stroll together.

“you know, you made this concert a lot more enjoyable,” she says softly, smiling up at the tall man beside her. “glad to hear. the exact same goes for you as well.” calum responds. “are you doing anything now?”

“if i would, i still wouldn’t be walking with you to no destination in particular,” she giggles, turning to him and stopping them from walking. “why? what did you have in mind?”

“i’m not entirely sure if this is too forward considering we met maybe 3 hours ago,” he starts, grinning. “but i’d love to get to know you better. preferably not in a concert queue. if you were willing to, would you wanna grab a drink or two with me?”

“hmmm, i’m gonna have to think about it,” melanie puts her hand on her chin, walking away from a calum with his jaw to the ground, laughing as he chases after her.

once he’s within reach of her shoulders, he turns her around, big smiles planted on both their faces.

“yes calum. i’d love to spend more time with you.”

#5 seconds of summer #5sos imagine #ashton irwin #ashton irwin imagine #calum hood #calum hood imagine #luke hemmings #michael clifford #michael clifford imagine #5sos #calum hood angst #calum hood fluff #calum hood smut

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the-inky-isles · 2 years

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o.k. overture

His siblings want him to have a sense of normalcy. Lloyd isn’t sure he even knows what “normal” means.

Pairings: familial ninja, jaya, kailor, greenflower (lloyd/brad tudabone)

Word count: 6539

Warnings: People disappearing, discussion of unhealthy relationships, discussion of trauma

Lloyd felt a little bit cornered.

Yesterday was…hard. Wu started bullying them all into getting back into training (sans Cole who was still fucked up from the fall from the Bounty) and Lloyd had designated today for the team to take it easy. The monastery was also mercifully quiet and he had been looking forward to the fresh box of marshmallow cereal Cole and Jay hadn’t stuck their dirty little hands into already.

But it appears that the rest of his family had other plans.

Kai and Nya had come in as he sat down and, while he mourned his chance to scroll mindlessly through his phone as he ate, Lloyd was more than happy to let his siblings sit with him.

Yeah, well, he wasn’t too happy with that decision anymore. Why had he agreed to be their brother in the first place? Seemed fake.

“What’s up?” he asked, almost naively, as if this was just a normal morning and not one where his entire family decided to backstab him in the most traitorous way. “You both look nervous.” It was true, the Smith siblings looked very shifty. It didn’t suit them. Kai kept fiddling with the various rings on his fingers or reaching back to tug on the ends of his hair. Nya was a bit more subtle, stretching her calloused hands out on the table and tip-tapping her foot underneath the table. Lloyd squinted at them and shoved a spoonful of cereal into his mouth. “Shpi’ i’ ou’ a’ready.” Kai breathed out a large gust of air and Nya squared her shoulders slightly.

“We wanted to talk to you,” Kai started slowly, as if talking to a wild animal. Lloyd raised an eyebrow and swallowed his bite of food.

“Well, you are succeeding in that, you certainly are talking.” When neither sibling reached over to swipe at his head for his snarkiness, Lloyd bit the inside of his cheek nervously. “What did you want to talk about?” he asked, his voice a little more serious. Nya opened her mouth before closing it and looking at her brother. Kai just shrugged and looked away; Lloyd looked down at his cereal and thought maybe he wasn’t as hungry as he thought.

“We know that- you haven’t had the best time in terms of school,” Nya started and Lloyd rubbed his fingers against the grain of the wooden dining table.

“Oookay? I am aware that Darkley’s was shit,” Lloyd said. “You guys are kinda freaking me out, can you just get to the point?”

“We want you to try going back to school,” Kai said all at once and Nya smacked him. “What! This was getting tedious!”

“We all agreed we were gonna try to do this slowly,” she hissed at him. Kai scoffed and Lloyd felt a little bit like his mind was floating out of the room.

“Then they shouldn’t have asked us to do this. Cole is good with breaking it gently, not us.” Nya rolled her eyes, crossing her arms in annoyance. She turned her attention back to Lloyd.

“Yes, what dumbass said-”

“I fucking raised you-” she completed ignored Kai and kept going.

“Wu made a point that you haven’t really-” she paused, as if she was trying to get the right words to come to mind, “that you haven’t really had a normal childhood and now that the Oni are gone, maybe we should try again.” Lloyd raised both eyebrows and laughed humorlessly.

“Oh, so after the Great Devourer, the Overlord, Chen, Morro, fucking Harumi and my dad, now I get to have a normal childhood.” He snorted and shook his head. “No way.” Lloyd stood up from the bench and picked up his bowl. “Tell my uncle thanks, but no thanks.”

“Wait, come on, kid,” Kai interjected, “think about it, you’d go back to school on a trial basis, meet people your own age who aren’t all- y’know, fucked in the brain a bit,” Nya flicked him on the side of his head and from the look of appall on her face, he had kicked back. “You’d get to be normal.”

Lloyd looked back and forth between both of his siblings, his eyebrows pulled together. “I tried to be normal with my dad and with Rumi and with Akita and none of it ever worked out. No.” Before either of the other ninja could interject, Lloyd tossed his bowl of cereal onto the breakfast counter behind him and stormed out.

“He did what?”

Nya threw her hands up in the air, using her feet to push her rolling chair away from the work desk and spin her across the room. “He just stormed out! Did _not _want to listen to us at all.” Jay pursed his lips as he looked up from the mech arm he was working on.

“That…doesn’t sound like him,” her yin said hesitantly. “You sure he was in a decent mood?” Nya scoffed.

“Of course he was fine, do you not think I can’t read my own brother?” Jay sighed and set down his screwdriver, moving the large magnification glass used to look at smaller mechanisms away from him.

“I didn’t say that,” he said wryly. “You and I both know that Lloyd can pretend that things are fine when they really aren’t.” Nya opened her mouth to say something but Jay beat her to it. “Don’t take it personally if you don’t always know what’s going on in that brain of his.” To Jay’s surprise, his partner snorted. “What’s so funny?”

“You could take some of that advice yourself, you know,” she said, scooting over to his desk. Jay blushed and ducked his head sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head.

“Yeah, well, I can deal it, I can’t take it.” Nya laughed a little more loudly at that and stretched her hand across the desk for Jay to take and lace their fingers together. She smiled at the sight of their intertwined hands but then sighed and let her head fall back against her chair. “You wanna tell me what’s going on through your brain?” he asked quietly. Nya sighed again, more deeply.

“I don’t know,” she admitted. “I thought he would be ecstatic. He’s wanted nothing more than something like this for…years.” Jay squeezed her hand.

“Maybe something’s changed,” he said. “He’s been different since Harumi.” Nya threw her free arm up in frustration.

“But that’s the thing, wouldn’t he not want her to take over his experiences? Wouldn’t he want to try again?” Jay frowned thoughtfully for a minute, his free hand mindlessly reaching for a fidget toy near his work tools.

“Remember when we talked about doing an official ceremony?” he asked out of the blue. Nya scrunched her face, confused, but nodded anyways.

“Yeah, and we decided against it.”

“Why did we decide no?” Nya gave Jay a look and he shrugged. “Humor me.”

“Well,” she started hesitantly, looking away from him, “I would need to wear white.”

“And?”

“And the reason why I couldn’t wear white is the same reason we decided against getting married.” Jay pulled the hand that was laced with his up to this mouth and pressed his lips against her skin before setting their hands back down.

“Do you think we should do it anyways?” he asked, and Nya turned her head so fast, her neck cracked audibly.

“What?” she asked, nearly yelling. “Absolutely not, that was _hell _for us, why would we ever want to relive it?” Jay shrugged again, biting down on his bottom lip so that it wouldn’t wobble. His formerly damaged eye watered dangerously but Nya tamped down the urge to wipe the tears away.

“Maybe it’s the same for Lloyd,” he said, his voice cracking in the middle. “Sensei Garmadon was gone nearly as fast as he came back and he tried falling in love with Harumi.” Jay laughed wetly and ducked his head to wipe his eyes before tears fell. Nya squeezed his hand gently and Jay sniffed, squeezing back, before lifting his head back up. “That’s like- a quintessential teenage experience for people who experience romance and that got so fucked up for him.”

Like one of Zane’s arrows hitting the practice target at breakneck speed, it dawned on Nya all of a sudden. “He doesn’t wanna try being normal because it’s always-” she cut herself off and swallowed hard. “Jeez,” she whispered. Jay sighed shakily. Nya slowly pulled her hand away, but not without pressing their palms together before running her hands through her hair. “Jeez, what do I do?”

“Just wait for a bit,” Jay said, letting go of the fidget toy in one hand in favor for his screwdriver. “You’re his big sister, Nya, he’s not gonna stay away for long.” Nya groaned and pressed her the meat of her palms into her eyes.

“I _hate _being patient.”

“You wanna help me work on this arm while you suffer?” Nya pulled her hands away from her face and turned to grin at her partner.

“You’re the best.” Jay just smirked and threw a pair of googles at her head.

Pixal and Zane showed up during his kitchen duty with facts about the health benefits to socializing with his peers. Cole talked about how much he loved the library his school had and conveniently remembered all the comic books they had. Wu commented during a guided mediation about the “joys of education”, which whatever, Lloyd knew everything he needed to know about fricking calculus, which is to say none at all. The resident nindroids were much more than glorified calculators, but if they could figure out the most complicated chemical formulas, why did anyone need Lloyd to know how to balance chemical formulas?

Jay was the only one Lloyd could be around in the monastery without the dangers of being indoctrinated; the issue was that Nya was in the workshop with her partner more often than not and Kai seemed to be really interested in learning how each individual part of the mechs worked.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to talk to his siblings, except that he really didn’t. He regretted the way he talked to them and he wanted to apologise. He didn’t like the way words came out of his mouth these days and his aggression had little to do with Kai and Nya specifically.

Nonetheless, he didn’t want to revisit the topic at hand more than he wanted to clear the air, so. That’s where things were gonna stay for now.

Every meal, every training session, every patrol that he had to interact with his big brother and sister felt like the tension was wrapping rope around his neck tight enough to choke him. He hated not being able to talk to them and he knew that if he just went and said that he never wanted to talk about going back to school ever again, they’d drop it in zero seconds flat.

But that meant talking about why he never wanted to talk about it, and what did that mean in relation to his broken psyche and Lloyd wasn’t really ready for that.

When Lloyd woke up that day, he could already hear Jay and Pixal puttering around and if Pixal and Jay were up, then so were Zane and Nya. He groaned and pulled his pillow over his face to scream just a little bit before shoving it beneath his head.

He couldn’t take it anymore.

Rolling out of his bed, he grabbed the nearest sweater (probably one of Kai’s, but Lloyd didn’t dwell on it) and his binder sitting on top of his desk chair and struggled his way into both. Where he was going wouldn’t judge him for his sweatpants, but out of respect he pulled on a ratty pair of jeans.

On his desk sat a container for his contacts. He didn’t need them to see, his vision was just fine, but it was easier to hide in public if his eyes weren’t glowing bright green. His hand hovered over the container for a second before swiping them and going into the bathroom to put them in.

Running out of the bathroom to try and make it to his room before anyone spotted that he was up proved fruitless. As soon as he was about to slid his door shut behind him, Cole popped out of the fucking ether.

“Hey, green bean, didn’t know you were up,” he said, rolling one of his shoulders back with a satisfying crack. Lloyd turned on his heel to face his brother and laughed nervously, trying to keep from making eye contact. “Are you going with Zane downtown today? I heard Doomsday was having a sale today.” Inadvertently, Lloyd’s head peaked up at the news, but he immediately turned away towards his room with an uneasy chuckle.

“Nah,” he dragged out nonchalantly, “I’ll probably just hang around the monastery for a while. Get some good training in.” Lloyd moved to stretch his arm overexaggerating the movement. Cole still seemed pretty bleary from just waking up and Lloyd hoped and prayed he wouldn’t second guess Lloyd’s act. The older ninja squinted at him. For a solid thirty seconds, they stood outside the doorways to their rooms.

And then Cole shrugged. Lloyd blinked a few times. “Yeah, alright. Do you wanna spar later?” Lloyd sputtered for a second, in shock that that actually worked, before nodding and then shaking his head. Cole snorted, raising an eyebrow, “is that a yes or a no?”

“It’s a maybe…?” Lloyd said, the statement sounding more like a question. “I’ll see how I feel later, aha.” Lloyd smiled widely, a little too wide, but Cole didn’t seem to find anything odd with it.

“Well just make sure to eat something, don’t want you passing out.” Cole stepped past him, pressing a solid hand on Lloyd’s shoulder – and a lance of something shot through Lloyd’s chest. He inhaled sharply, and Cole turned his head, his eyes and the gentle creases on his face laced with concern. “You good, L? Is your shoulder hurting?” Lloyd found himself struggling to blink back tears, but he shook his head. Cole’s bushy eyebrows furrowed. “Is it something you wanna talk about?”

The days of avoiding his family were weighing on him, Lloyd realized.

“Uh-” He looked down, scuffing his foot against the creaky floorboard. “CouldIhaveahug?” Lloyd rushed out, swallowing nervously. “If not, it’s fine, I just was wondering-” Cole cut him off by yanking him forward and wrapping his burly arms around Lloyd’s admittedly much smaller frame and squeezing. Lloyd loved pressure, owned several different kids of weighted plushes, lap pads, and blankets, and Cole never _ever _forgot to give his younger brother an extra tight hug. Lloyd buried his head into Cole’s shoulder and wrapped his arms around as well, clinging to his brother’s tank top.

“You never have to be scared to ask, bud,” Cole said softly. Lloyd couldn’t muster up the will to say anything, the rock in his throat becoming too great for him to speak, but he did nod.

They stood there for a few more glorious seconds, before Lloyd released his grip and moved to step back. Cole gave him an extra squeeze before letting him go, keeping his hands settled onto Lloyd’s shoulder.

Lloyd couldn’t look up at Cole, knowing that as soon as his brother noticed the different colored contacts, he’d never get out of the monastery, but Cole didn’t make him do anything. He just leaned over and pressed a kiss to his little brother’s hand. “Let me know, if you wanna talk, alright, Lloyd?” The younger ninja nodded and used his sweater sleeve to wipe away at his eyes.

“I will,” he croaked, and he felt more than saw Cole’s soft smile before he let go and padded down the hallway towards the kitchen. Lloyd watched him go before stepping into his room to toss the container of contacts onto his desk and then went the opposite direction towards the monastery gates.

Skylor, in Lloyd’s humble opinion, was like his aunt.

Nya was his sister and thus involved in his everyday life. Kai was his brother, but acted like his pseudo dad half the time and if Skylor was dating Kai, well-

That made Skylor his aunt.

Explaining this logic to said aunt only made her laugh and ruffle his hair, but she never shot him down so Lloyd did what he does best and grew his family a little bit more. And Skylor was…great, best in words that could not be described.

She had a degree of separation from the rest of his family. If he spilled his guts to her, he knew with certainty that he wouldn’t have five other well-meaning but slightly smothering siblings and/or uncle asking if he was alright. He could bitch about this, that, and the other and she wouldn’t say a thing. If he felt like there were bugs under his skin and he was gonna scream if he spent one more second in the monastery? She’d hand him an apron and throw him into the noodle shop for a shift.

Most importantly, Skylor was his friend. He could just hang out with her and watch trashy reality T.V. or go shopping with her or help her with the shop. Despite having met her in less-than-ideal circumstances, Skylor lifted a little of the heaviness on his back and let him breathe for a while.

Lloyd knew her schedule probably better than Kai did and redirected his feet to take him up to Skylor’s apartment in the north side of the city. This side of the city was probably his absolute favorite because so many stray cats lived around. A welcome bonus was that most of them were incredibly friendly and would roll over for gentle pets at just a click of his tongue, though he knew Skylor had photos from when a particularly jaded cat took out some anger issues on Lloyd’s face.

His favorite cat in existence, though, wasn’t any of the stray cats (he loved them all so much, though, he really did), but Skylor’s funky creature named Shogun. It felt so silly to look at him and call the silly guy Shogun, but that was his name and Skylor stuck by it and Lloyd loved him so much.

Getting to Skylor’s apartment building, he slipped into the lobby and waved at the receptionist, a Serbian guy named Nikola, before opening the door to the stairwell and taking the stairs three at a time. Skylor lived on the fifth floor, but Lloyd was a teenager with boundless energy and also a very anxious deposition at times. By the time he got to her door, he was just a little bit out of breath, both from the stairs and the conversation he had with a neighbor on the fourth floor asking how he was doing and if he had seen the latest Starfarer comic issue (which he had, and the new artist they hired definitely knew what they were doing, he was hyped for the new issue).

He didn’t bother with knocking and just slipped in his cat-shaped key that Skylor had gifted him a few months past.

He loved his cat-shaped key.

“Hey, Sky!” he called out, kicking off his shoes. No response. “I’m gonna steal your cat, Sky!”

“No, you’re not!” a voice called out from the office and Lloyd grinned as he padded further into the apartment. He peeked his head to find Skylor sitting at her rather ornate desk, her monitor and laptop sitting in front of her. Shogun sat on his bed on the desk, but at the sight of Lloyd, he leaped off the desk and straight for Lloyd’s feet. “How’s my favorite vegetable?” she asked, looking up from her computer.

Her hair was down, which was interesting. He saw her hair down semi-frequently, but he hadn’t really expected it today.

“Your hair’s down,” he pointed out, a bit needlessly. She brought a hand up to her hair, almost as if she hadn’t noticed.

“Yeah,” she said, “guess it is.” Lloyd raised an eyebrow at her but she doesn’t acknowledge the expression and goes to pull a file out of one of her drawers. Shogun chirps incessantly down at his feet and Lloyd stoops over to pick up the cat and let him figure himself out in Lloyd’s arms. As Shogun repositions himself accordingly, Lloyd shuffles over to the couch Skylor keeps in her office for him and flops over onto his back. She looks up over her monitor with her own raised eyebrows. “Your shoes aren’t muddying my nice couch, are they?”

Lloyd stuck his feet up into the air, kicking them around so she could see they were only socked and not shoe-ed. “No shoes here,” he said, stroking Shogun’s back. “I know better than to bring shoes into your holy sanctuary.” A balled up piece of paper hit the side of his head. “I’ve been hit,” he gasped dramatically. Lloyd reached under Shogun to pick him up and shake him gently, “Shogun, your mother has _betrayed _me.” He heard Skylor snort and a pleased sort of warmth kicked up in his chest.

“You think you’re funny, kid,” she said. Lloyd smiled.

“It’s ‘cause I am. And if I wasn’t, you woulda kicked me out already.” He gave her a toothy grin. “I’m your free entertainment.”

“Or a free food vacuum. Don’t think I didn’t notice all my pasta disappearing overnight.” Lloyd waved her off, turning his attention back to Shogun balled up on his chest. “I swear that cat loves you more than me.”

“I’m basically part cat, Sky, we’re brethren.”

“Uh-huh, sure,” she said, amused. They both settled into silence and Lloyd let his eyes drift shut. The purring from the creature on his chest reverberated throughout his body and Lloyd felt his own purring mechanism kick up slightly like a motor engine. “Before you fall asleep,” Sky called out and he blearily opened his eyes and turned his head slightly to look at her.

“Wassup?”

“Kai talked to me.” Lloyd swallowed harshly and his neck prickled like someone had just dumped a bucket of ice water over him. His purring stopped and Shogun mrrped concernedly.

“Yeah?” he said, focusing on Shogun in front of him. “What’d he say?”

“That you won’t talk to him.” He winced.

“Did he tell you why?” he asked. “Because if he told you why then I think you’d be on my side because he’s just being weird about it all-”

“Lloyd, why don’t you want to go back to school?” she asked, rather directly and Lloyd sighed deeply.

“Oh, we’re really in it now, Shogun,” he said to the cat and he heard Skylor sigh. Her chair rolled across the rubber mat beneath her desk setup and he watched her come from out around her desk and sit at the end of the couch. She lifted his feet and set them in her lap, keeping a steady hand on his ankle.

Her hair being down made this whole thing feel way more vulnerable than Lloyd thought was strictly necessary, but he had to admit it suited her. She didn’t look softer perse, but she looked more…real. Like she wasn’t just some little battle piece with perfectly slicked back hair to be pushed around a map. When she looked across the couch to Lloyd, he had to move his eyes to face the ceiling.

“Why?”

“You know why,” he mumbled and her thumb pressed into his ankle.

“I don’t. Use your words.”

“Don’t wanna.”

“You’re not a kid, Lloyd, and you hate being treated like one.” Her eyes burned into his head. He stayed silent and so did she, but her grip remained strong on his ankle.

“You were there with- Harumi and everything.” Skylor’s hand twitched against his skin and he almost regretted bringing it all up, but she asked why he didn’t want to go so she was going to find out. “And you were there when my father banished himself.”

“Yeah,” she murmured, “yeah, I was.” Lloyd inhaled.

“Kai kept saying-” Lloyd’s voice cracked and he cleared his throat, “kept saying that this would be a chance to do something normal again.” Skylor didn’t say anything and Lloyd knew he had to keep going. There was no easy way out of this.

Damnit, Kai.

“I don’t think he really understands that there never was a normal,” he croaked. “There’s nothing for me to go back to.” He exhaled slowly, trying to keep control of his breathing. Shogun stretched out a paw from his loafing position to rest gently on Lloyd’s chin and Lloyd was surprised to feel tears streaming down the sides of his face. “With- with her and then my dad, they were the closest things I had to normal.”

“What happened with Harumi wasn’t normal, Lloyd,” Skylor said all of a sudden. “She wasn’t supposed to be like that.” Lloyd waved away the concern.

“No, I know that,” he said thickly. “It’s just the- the falling in love part. That part.” He hazarded a glance at Skylor’s face, but her expression was impassive. “And y’know, every kid wants their dad around, er-” He looked again, wincing slightly. Skylor cracked a small smile and raised an eyebrow. “Most kids,” he amended, “most kids want their dad around. And most kids have their dad around and I never did so when he was there and he was teaching me, it was-”

“That was the closest thing to normal for you,” she said softly.

“Yeah.” Lloyd deflated slightly, not having noticed the tension in his shoulders and how he had been waving his arms around. “Yeah, that’s- I don’t know what normal is. I don’t think I want normal.”

Skylor finally turned her gaze away from him and Lloyd felt that it was safe enough to look back down towards her. “You were your contacts,” she said. Lloyd blinked and then nodded.

“Yeah, just- didn’t wanna be recognized, I guess.”

“You look like Kai with them in.”

And that was kinda the point when he first got them. His eyes had always been connecting to him to something all his life, whether it be to his dad or to his legacy or to his powers and abilities. Lloyd liked having the choice to give all of that up and just be Kai’s younger brother, to match with him and Nya and pretend that in the evening he wouldn’t have to slip the contacts out and stare at an unfamiliar gaze once more.

“Yeah, just…didn’t wanna be recognized on my way here, I guess,” he murmured.

“You should talk to him,” she said.

“I know.”

“Are you going to?” Lloyd shrugged. Shogun was dislodged slightly and he meowed his displeasure.

“I want to.”

They lapsed back into silence that was swiftly broken by the ringing of Skylor’s phone. They both turned to stare at where it lit up and vibrating against her desk.

“Did you by chance tell anyone that you were here?” Skylor asked, a dangerous lilt to her voice. Lloyd turned a sheepish pink and shrunk into his sweater; she just sighed and then laughed, sinking back into the couch. “It’s fine, they’ll find us eventually.”

Kai kicked up the speed on his mo-ped, swerving between various vehicles stuck in traffic on the free-way. Had he been literally anyone else, the police would have pulled him over ten times over already, but sure, being the protector of the continent had its perks.

Its very few perks.

One such not-perk, though, was that his younger brother was stealthy enough to slip away from the monastery without anyone noticing. His room was empty, training room left untouched, and even his favorite cereal was sitting innocently in the cabinet the way it was the previous day. Kai turned every stone over, looking in the workshop, the tunnels running through the monastery, and even took a visit to Sensei’s Garmadon old monastery and its hiding spots.

Literally nothing.

Kai had felt tempted to post on chirp that Lloyd was probably out and about in the city, just to see if any random citizen would have seen him walking about or maybe being dragged unconscious into the sewers by some new villain of the week. But he wasn’t that desperate, no, he was gonna wait to use that one.

Make Lloyd really sorry for freaking him out.

Finally, Cole surfaced from the kitchen, saying that he had seen Lloyd that morning and that-

“I don’t know, man, he just seemed odd,” Cole said quietly, crossing his arms. “He was super shifty, but I figured he would spit it out eventually.”

“So you don’t know anything about where he is,” Kai gritted out, “great, thank you for nothing.” Cole rolled his eyes and Kai wanted to punch the look off of his teammate’s face.

“Kai, come on, I know you’re worried, but don’t take it out on me.” Kai just glared and Cole sighed. “Text Skylor and see if she’s seen him. Green bean likes her cat a lot.” The fire ninja just kinda blinked before some of the tightness in his body left and Cole smiled. He clapped Kai’s shoulder before moving down the hall. “Let me know when you find him!”

So, yeah, maybe Cole had a point that Lloyd really did have a bond with that stupid cat that hated Kai’s guts, and he knew that Skylor and Lloyd had gotten really close throughout their time since the Tournament and especially through everything with the resistance.

But then Skylor wouldn’t pick up her phone.

Okay, fine, one missed call is normal, but then he tried again, and again, and a fourth time, and this time Kai was solidly hyperventilating as he burst through the monastery gates on his clunky mo-ped and onto the highway leading him directly into Ninjago City.

When he finally reached Skylor’s apartment, the urge to simply throw his precious bike down onto the sidewalk and book it into the building was too real. He simply did not have the sanity or the patience to park the vehicle properly.

It didn’t take long for him to bound through the lobby and up the stairs. While running down the hallways, he fumbled for his keys and skidded slightly as he came to the stop in front of her apartment. As he started to push the door open, it started to move without his volition.

Behind the door, pulling it open, was his brother. Alive, whole, his eyes and nose red – probably from crying, his nose always gets super red from crying.

“Kai,” Lloyd said a little dumbly. All at once, the adrenaline left Kai’s system, and he keeled over, hands on his knees.

“Holy shit,” he wheezed. He became very aware of how out of breath he was and the pounding in his head nearly overwhelmed him. Lloyd got a very panicked look on his face and he stepped forward, his hands already out and fluttering nervously around his brother.

“Uh-” he turned back and called out, “Sky?” Kai already started waving him off, measuring his breathes carefully to make sure he didn’t pass out.

“I’m good,” he said, huffing. “I’m good, I just-” Kai picked himself back up, using the doorframe as a crutch to help him stand back up. Wincing, he rubbed at his chest.

Lloyd opened his mouth to say something, sinking deeper into his hoodie (hey, wasn’t that his old sweatshirt?). He closed his mouth, scrunching his face a little bit before pitching forward and wrapping his arms around Kai.

The older ninja stood there gaping for a second, his arms hovering weirdly around his brother before settling and pulling him closer.

It hadn’t struck him until then just how long it had been since he had hugged Lloyd. Their argument had been a week and a half ago, but unless hell and high water got in the way of Kai and his younger brother, they didn’t go for too long without being around each other.

Kai wasn’t a parent. He didn’t think he ever would be, not after everything that happened in his life, but there was something about raising a kid and then thinking they’re gone. Even if you know they’re probably fine, you feel as if you’ll never breathe again until you can hold them and clean their scrapes and make sure no one will ever hurt them under your watch again. And that’s not how life worked, not when he and Nya were just kids in Ignacia and it didn’t work now that he was a part of an elite group of protectors. He couldn’t help but try, though.

Lloyd sniffled and buried his head into Kai’s chest. “I’ll go back to school,” he said. Kai had to strain to hear him through the muffling from the fabric. “I don’t-” Lloyd shifted so just the side of his face rested on Kai’s sternum. First Master, he was so small. “I don’t know what normal is, but I’ll try to figure it out for you.” Kai smoothed his hand over Lloyd’s curls.

“Normal is bullshit,” he said authoritatively, “and I regret saying that you should try and go back to normal.” Lloyd snorted and something eased in Kai’s chest. He grasped Lloyd’s shoulders and pulled him back gently to be able to look him in the eyes. Lloyd was wearing the contacts that made his eyes look the same warm brown that he and Nya had; it made Kai Smith, macho extraordinaire, want to cry for a long time. “If you don’t ever want to go back to school, that’s okay. If you want to quit being a ninja and go back to school to get a million degrees, that’s also okay.”

“The quitting being a ninja part sounds a little enticing,” Lloyd said thickly, rubbing under his eyes and Kai huffed a small laugh, “but honestly- I think doing something normal would be good for me.”

“Normal is fake,” Kai said softly and Lloyd burst out into giggles, a sound Kai hadn’t heard in a long time. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” Lloyd said, “but I think everyone has a normal, y’know? I wanna find mine.” Kai searched Lloyd’s face, searching for anything that would hint at his brother just caving to whatever Kai wanted, but he didn’t find it.

“Alright, kid,” he said quietly, “we’ll find your normal.”

In the end, Lloyd had hesitantly chosen a botany class at the local community college to try out.

Zane had inquired as to why botany specifically and Lloyd wasn’t sure he had an answer for him.

Maybe it was because it all involved something tangible, rather than the energy he’d been taught out to manipulate all his life. Maybe because he saw himself in plants. Maybe because he was actually part cat and wanted to grow his own cat nip.

Whatever the reason, he was going and-

And he enjoyed it. Honestly.

Every Tuesday and Thursday, he went to the Ninjago Community College, room 203 in the Environmental Sciences building and on Fridays, he met with some classmates in the community center’s greenhouse.

One classmate, his favorite classmate and the only one Lloyd had psyched himself up enough to give his number to, was Brad Tudabone.

It was weird seeing Brad. Sometimes Lloyd looked at him and could only stand to breathe through the painful memories of Darkley’s and his mother and missing his dad every day, but then Brad would lift up a pot of flowers just to baby-talk to it and he realized that those days were far behind him.

Brad taught him about the different brands of soil and which were the best, the different tools, and helped Lloyd plant his very own tree.

Lloyd didn’t tell Brad this, or even any of his siblings, but when the tree eventually needed to be repotted, he’d been scoping out a spot where his father’s monastery used to be. He didn’t want to keep going back and feeling like he was in a cemetery. His dad was all about new beginnings anyway.

“Check out this sweater I got,” Brad said, pulling down his shirt so that Lloyd could get a better look at the writing. It said The earth laughs in flowers with various flower drawings on it and he laughed.

They were sitting side by side on the roof of Brad’s apartment building, a kinda run-down place where he stayed with various flatmates. The view wasn’t great – Borg Tower and the surrounding skyscrapers interrupted the horizon – but it was warm with a nice breeze. Brad’s presence at his side made his head a little heavy, thick with cotton, but not with grief or nausea. It was just pleasant. He felt good.

“That’s a little on the nose, don’t you think?” Lloyd said, gently ribbing Brad with his elbow. His friend just rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.

“You’re just jealous I have style,” he harrumphed. Lloyd snorted and let his head fall on Brad’s shoulder for a second before picking it back up. Brad

“Sure. ‘Style,’” he said, making air quotes. Brad laughed and Lloyd couldn’t help the smile that pulled at the corner of his lips. “I didn’t realize how much I missed being around people.” Brad looked at him.

“Really?” Lloyd shrugged. “You’re like a huge personality now.”

“You know how all those super happy celebrities end up coming out with how lonely everything was?” Brad winced and bumped his shoulder against Lloyd’s sympathetically.

“Jeez, I never thought about it like that.” Lloyd hummed.

“Not a lot of people do, it’s not something you’d think about.” Brad tilted his head from side to side, thinking a question over in his brain.

“Is that why you came to the classes?” Brad twisted his hands around. “Because I just- a lot of us from school tried to get in touch with you, to see how you were doing, but that’s hard to do when you’re-”

“-a destined ninja?” Lloyd finished for him. Brad snorted, letting his head dip forward. “Yeah, my brother prompted the idea, my aunt was the one who convinced me.”

“Are you glad you came back?” Lloyd grinned, his eyes falling shut and then fluttering back open.

“Yeah, I am,” he said. “I’m glad we reconnected. I’m glad I’m doing things that let me mess up and the worst that happens is a plant doesn’t make it to the end of the week.”

“Ruby will never forgive you for that, you know,” Brad muttered. Lloyd laughed and smacked his friend upside the head.

“Ruby was a rose bush that needed to die anyways and Ruby Jr. is thriving.” Brad smiled, his eyes lighting up.

“Yeah, you’re getting pretty good, Lloyd,” Brad complimented and the praise settled like warm chocolate in Lloyd’s chest.

Looking back out at the sun, just barely shining beyond the horizon, Lloyd came to the closest he’d ever been to peace. First Master, normal never felt so great.

#lloyd garmadon #cole brookstone #skylor chen #kai smith #nya smith #jay walker #brad tudabone #kailor #jaya #greenflower #ninjago #ns10 spoilers #the oni trilogy #this fic has been up for a while on ao3 #but i wanted to move it over to tumblr

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btsgotjams27 · 9 months

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this is us ~ jjk | deleted scene

✨ title: this is us | (sequel to all grown up) ✨ pairing: jungkook x f!reader | ✨ rating: m/18+ | minors dni ✨ genre/au: drama, romance, angst, fluff, smut | est!relationship, age gap, best friend's brother ✨ playlist | ✨ if you haven't read the prequel to this, please do so here! :) ✨ a/n: hi everyone. i thought it'd be fun to leave a little deleted scene for you. this is after their break-up and what i originally wrote, but ya know...things obviously changed lol. it's unedited and unfinished. i hope you enjoy it anyway!

[ SERIES MASTERLIST ]

deleted scene | wc: 2.0k warnings: language, angst, kissing, drinking, oc is drunk and hungover

~ six months after the breakup ~

Six months have passed since you and Jungkook broke up. The days were unbearable, and nights became endless.

There were times when your heart hurt so bad. You almost gave in and called to see how he was doing or what he was up to, but you held back. It was dumb to think he'd want to talk to you because he was hurt. You had broken his heart for the second time. You shouldn't be surprised if he doesn't want to hear from you again.

You felt sorry for yourself and decided that the bar would be the best place to drown your sorrows, so you dragged Hyunie along with you. She was taken aback by your unexpected phone call, but she knew what had happened between you and Jungkook and didn't want you to be alone. You were too afraid to call Yuna. She was a mother with a newborn, and you had broken her baby brother's heart twice.

When Hyunie discovered you at the bar, she tried to stop you from ordering another drink. "How many drinks have you had?" she asked, pulling the glass away.

You snatched the glass from her grasp and held it up, mesmerized. "Mm...I think this is number two," you mumbled, holding up two fingers. "At the bar, you're number one. I may have had a little pre-game drinking...two glasses of wine at home." You slurred before downing the shot glass of tequila.

No matter how much you begged, Hyunie told the bartender not to give you any more drinks, and he agreed.

"Let me drink, Hyunie. I'm perfectly fine." You stood up like Bambi on ice with wobbly legs. It was a heartbreaking sight to see. You focused on your friend and blinked a few times.

"You're obviously not fine. I love you, babe, but look at you - you're a fucking disaster." She linked her arm with yours, pleading with you to leave.

You yanked your arm away from hers and sat down again. "We hadn't even shared a drink yet. Come on...take a seat,” you said this while patting the stool next to you.

"Jeez, woman...I can't do this by myself. I'm gonna call for backup." She took her phone from her purse and began scrolling through it. Then she grabbed your shoulder. "Stay here and don't leave. I'll be right back."

You chuckled. "Okay, bestie."

You slumped back in your chair, disappointed that the bartender wouldn't let you have more drinks per Hyunie's request. But that didn't stop you from asking the handsome stranger next to you to buy you one.

You snapped your head in his direction, shamelessly staring him down from head to toe. He was dressed in a black bomber jacket and black slacks, similar to what Jungkook would wear, but he was paler and shorter.

"You're cute."

The handsome man took a sip of his drink before glancing at you. "You're not so bad yourself."

"Buy me a drink?"

"Didn't your friend tell the bartender you couldn't have any more?"

You leaned in close and said, "You don't appear to be someone who abides by the rules. Come on..." You encouraged him, attempting to persuade him. "Pwetty pwease?" With puppy eyes and a pout, you inquired.

You figured a little motivation would help you when he kept staring at you and didn't move. You turned to face him, slightly spreading your legs apart, hands between your thighs, and leaning forward. "I would really love it if you bought me a drink." Your right hand is placed on his thigh. You were shameless. "Please."

He laughed and shook his head, flagging down the bartender. "Please, two glasses of single malt whiskey." The bartender was staring at you. "They're both for me," the man explained. The bartender was not easily persuaded but went to get his drinks anyway.

–

You told Hyunie you needed to use the restroom, and she offered to take you, but you declined, saying you were a big girl and could handle it. If Hyunie had seen you trying to walk to the restroom, it would have been a very sad sight. Your heels were digging into your feet, and your skin was starting to burn. You accidentally pushed the bathroom door too hard, causing it to slam against the wall.

"Whoopsies–"

You walked out of the stall after using the restroom to wash your hands. The door swung open, and you noticed the man from earlier flirting with you in the mirror. "I think you're in the wrong bathroom," he smirked, cocking his brow.

"And what's it to you?" you asked as you washed your hands and turned off the water. You were much more confident than usual, thanks to the liquid courage. You turned around, hands propped up against the counter, to face the devilishly handsome man.

"Am I too forward if I ask if I can kiss you?"

"That's funny because I was going to ask you the same thing."

The devil was approaching you, and you couldn't be more excited now. His eyes darkened as he examined you from head to toe, taking in every inch of your body. "I don't normally do this, but you're alluring."

A smug smile crept across your face, "Alluring? Or just drunk?" you asked.

As he moved closer to you, your cheeks turned bright red. His stature has now overtaken yours. The sweet smell of his cologne dominates the space between you and him. He smelled so good.

"Kook," you moaned.

"Name's Yoongi—"

You cut him off by covering his mouth with your hand. "You're ruining it by speaking–continue doing what you're doing."

"Anything for you, princess."

You hated when men called you that. "Shh–no talking."

–

The door swung open again, but a familiar voice called out your name this time. You pulled yourself away from the handsome man and looked up to see a raged, heaving Jin, ready to pummel someone.

You sighed and rolled your eyes. "Jeez, Hyunie..."

"Yah--what the hell do you think you're doing?" He took a step closer to you.

"I'm trying to fuck someone. Can't you see that?"

"Yeah, I can see that--come on, let's go." He stomped over to you and grabbed your hand, dragging you out of the filthy bathroom.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa—who are you, and where are you taking her?" Asked the man you were just about to fuck.

"Man, stay out of it. You're really about to fuck someone who won't remember you the next day? Very classy, "Jin argued as he tightened his grip on your hand.

You were fighting him so hard that he got tired of it and threw you over his shoulder. "I swear to God, Kim Seokjin, if you don't put me down right now, I'll hurt you."

He ignored you as he carried you out and stuffed you into his car, ignoring your screams and tears.

When you arrived at his house, you finally quieted down from all the fuss you had made earlier.

(Go to oc's apartment)

"You're such a mess." (Jin)

"I miss him." (Yn)

Jin didn't respond to you. Instead, he continued to help take off your shoes as you lay helplessly on your bed.

"I miss him so much my heart hurts. Maybe I should text him, just to see how he's doing." (Yn)

(Jin takes away the phone) "No, that would not be a good idea."

"I'm so stupid." (Yn)

"I'm glad you finally figured that out." (Jin)

"You're so mean." (Yn)

"What? I'm just agreeing with you." Jin

"Do you think he still loves me?" Yn

"Of course he does." Jin

"Do you think I made a mistake?" Yn

"I don't know the answer to that. Only you do." Jin

"How...how did you know where I was?" yn

"Hyunie called Yuna. Yuna told Namjoon, and Namjoon called me." Jin

You were embarrassed now, knowing Yuna was aware of your downward spiral, even though it was your fault. She understood why you needed to end your relationship with him. Because it was her younger brother, she'd say the same thing to any other guy. She also wished to protect him.

You couldn't blame Jungkook for leaving after everything you'd been through with him. How could you possibly? To be honest, you'd most likely do the same. You wanted to crawl into a hole and never come out when everything went wrong with U-jin. You weren't sure if you could handle the humiliation, the questions, the shame. Obviously, you didn't force him to cheat, but you couldn't help but wonder if you did something to encourage him.

You lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, your mind racing with ideas. Nights were the most difficult because they reminded you that you were alone. And, of course, your thoughts turned to Jungkook, wondering how he was, what or who he was doing, or if he ever thought about you. That's the terrifying thing about distance. You weren't sure whether he missed you or wanted to forget about you.

Jin thankfully left you a glass of water and sleeping pills. You found yourself needing them frequently these days, wanting to shut your mind down as quickly as possible. Since the breakup, the weight of your decision has taken a toll on you. That's why you fell off the deep end tonight.

–

The next day, Hyunie called to check on you, asking if she could come over because she knew you shouldn't be alone. You told her she was free to do whatever she wanted. She appeared on your doorstep bearing comfort food. The pounding headache from last night's shenanigans remained.

"I have porridge," she stated as she set the food containers on the table.

You grunted at her as you curled up on the couch.

"What are you doing, friend?"

"What does it look like I'm doing? Surviving." Yn

"Surviving?" Hyunie questioned.

"Surviving this break-up."

"There are other things you can do to keep yourself busy,” Jin chimed in, holding two cups of coffee."There's no need to jump every man you see in a bar.”

"Oh god—" you moaned as the previous night's events came flooding back to you. Asking the man to buy you a drink, shamelessly flirting with him, and essentially letting a stranger feel you up in the restroom. A bit pitiful, if you should say so yourself.

"Yup--I basically found you about to fuck the guy," Jin retorted.

"Let's just forget about my stupid screw up, okay?"

Your friends were staring at you.

"Okay?!"

"Okay..." Both said in unison.

"And please...don't go telling Jungkook about any of this. It's bad enough as it is."

You were certain that Jin still spoke to him on a regular basis, given that they both worked for the same company. Yuna obviously knew something was wrong when Hyunie called her, so even if you hoped Jungkook wouldn't find out, there was no guarantee he wouldn't find out through the grapevine.

"We'll do whatever you want, okay? Just–let us be here for you, babe. You don't have to go through this alone," Hyunie said sweetly, holding her hand for yours.

You caught a breath in your throat, trying not to cry, but you could feel tears welling behind your eyes and a deep ache in your heart. "I know. I'm sorry. It just hurts. I just hate how this ended. I'm so fucking stupid, and it's all my fault."

"You're not stupid," Jin countered. "Look, I love Jungkook. He's like a little brother to me. But he left without a goodbye, without saying anything to you, and that's fucked up. And I've told him that several times."

"You have?"

"Yeah, I'm not afraid to tell him the truth. You didn't deserve that. Even though you guys were basically broken up, he should have said goodbye so you could have closure."

"However, I don't blame him." You shook your head. The time leading up to the breakup was hazy, with a lot going on - your mom in the hospital, Yuna having her baby, your TV show, and so on. "It's fine, Jin...don't lecture him about me anymore. He's most likely moved on by now."

Jin lamented, if only you knew the truth because Jungkook was just as unhappy.

When Jungkook left, you knew you'd messed everything up. That was the day you decided to stop living for others and begin living for yourself. You wouldn't let the opinions of others dictate what you wanted.

#jungkook fanfic #jungkook fic #jungkook angst #TIU: deleted scenes #fic: this is us

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polarisbibliotheque · 6 months

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Updating by writing you guys this huge post. I mean it, it's really long xD

Heeey-ho!

I know, I know, I couldn't keep my Halloween promise T-T

Tha Halloween gods are now shouting at me "HOW COULD YOU?!"

Die Halloween gods, slowly coming after me - black and white edition

As it has happened before, I'll be posting both Dante and Vergil's part during november. I'm still working on them, so it might take a while. Do apologise.

They will be here, just with a little delay. I do think Halloween should last more than just a few days, so screw it, until Christmas, it's still legal to celebrate Halloween at the Bibliothéque \o/

Now, now, for those who don't like too much talking, I'll be explaining a little bit below why I'm taking so long. Feel free to skip it if you don't want to read it, no worries ;)

(There's a "conclusion and TL;DR for those who don't want to read this whole novel" in pink down there if you want to scroll down to that point!)

As *not* expected, my health took a crazy downturn. I know I say it all the time, but hell, I've no idea what gives this time. I literally stopped everything. I spend most of the day in pain and the rest of it sleeping. That's it.

I have an appointment with my doctor next week, but I'm not too much hopeful. Last exams showed I have two ulcers - which means scarring and bleeding in the stomach - that can be literally anything.

Not gonna lie, I'm pretty worried it can be something worse than I was expecting, although it never even appeared to exist before, but well... My anxiety isn't exactly logic.

Secondly, as you guys might not know, I'm graduated in Law, worked as a lawyer for 5+ years before having a burnout and all those health issues (yeah, yeah, don't do what I've done, all that sort of thing). But something you don't know, and honestly probably only my close family knows and cares about, is that my graduation thesis was "The Conflict of Israel x Palestine and International Law".

I researched it for 3 years before defending my thesis, got a college prize for it, the professor who mentored me made a huge speech on how I proved "we women can do it on academia and research" and that my work was really nice. I'm not saying all this 'cause I'm boasting, I'm just saying I know what I'm talking about (because you know, who has never met a man who thinks their opinion is better than yours "just because" while you have a fucking huge CV on research and graduated with honors on the same matter but, somehow, you can't beat the opinion he just pulls out of his ass?).

All of this to say, I'm devastated by what's going on. This is more than politics to me. This was my thing, you know? I had a dream, stupid ~promising young woman~ dream of doing something with my intelligence to actually help people. To actually stop massacres of happening. I wanted to work at the UN, I wanted to speak with world leaders, to show people how much I can research and how much basic human rights matter so horrid things cannot happen ever again.

When the war broke and the bombings started, I followed the news. And then the news weren't reliable anymore. I started digging to find the truth - and hells, the truth is ugly and bloody. I think that's when all those last shards of dreams came crashing down. I thought I could do something, you know? Actually do something. But in the end, my parents were broke, I had to work to help at home, I kept sending my CV to the UN but I was never enough, and I just wasted my energy and health under the boots of someone who had more power and influence than me to break me and kill my career before it even started.

I felt so horribly powerless. So horribly broken. It seems stupid, but everything that is going on out there fells personal to me, I have history with it. And it broke me. Completely. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't force myself to at least watch the horrible things going on and try to like/share so the algorithm can make it reach other people.

That's all I can do.

You know, I have a lot of Vergil in me. For the things I wrote, I think you all can see I have a thing of "I never want to feel pain again and I want power so no one can never hurt me again" - that's why I think I want to kick his ass every time I see this fucking man being so emotionally constipated and ruthless because of his trauma. It's a way to protect himself, burning every path so he never feels powerless again - and I guess we all HATE to see the parts of our own personalities we hate the most in someone elese

So yeah. I know things took a dark turn on this one, but I decided to be honest with you guys - since I'm owing so many updates: the 2 Halloween fics, Nemesis and Survivor's Blood. I'm not really well currently, and only the gods know how much effort I'm making to keep it together... At least a little bit.

Physically, I'm like V. And I'm not even trying to be funny, every time I see that lil' goth twink I want to yeet him away because, hell, I'm MAD I see myself in him (mind you, I used to be more on Dante's side of the fitness spectre xD) - and not only regarding fitness, but tiredness. Falling apart. It's so... Harrowing. I think that's the word that fits the feeling better.

Mentally, I'm Vergil. I don't want to, I want to beat him with a stick, I want to yell at his face and kick his stupid ass, but damn. I get it. That crippling fear of not wanting to feel powerless again, to have people abuse you? The feeling you're trapped in your own body? The "feelings bring only pain and suffering"? The terrifying dread of discovering you failed at everything even with all your talents and never wanting to admit it? Check all of those. I hate you Vergil, but I get you.

I'm trying, though. I use writing as a coping mechanism and as a way to resolve many things mentally, but the last months have felt SO overwhelming I went back to my paralysed state of not being able to do anything and running away from things that remind me of all THAT.

You guys might be alarmed, but there's no reason to be, though. This is a ~moment~ I'm going through and I just need to sort it all out. I'm starting to get some warning signs of numbness, vivid nightmares of past issues, the paralysis, avoidance - but I've been there before. I just haven't figured out a way to pull myself together and I don't even remember how I did that once, so it might take me some time.

I don't know why, I had some sort of weird ~boost~ while thinking in the shower today, and I might know how to give the small steps to start getting back on track and gaining that momentum I need. This weekend I had to convince my mom to celebrate her birthday 'cause she's my Samwise Gamgee carrying me up Mount Doom and she wasn't in a mood to do so - therefore on monday, I have some things in mind to discuss with her and, hopefully, things will slowly go back to their place.

Conclusion and TL;DR for those who don't want to read this whole novel hahaha

THAT BEING SAID: I'm really sorry I can't deliver everything I wanted to you, guys. I didn't expect life to get so much more fucked up than it already was, but here we are. I just have to get used to the new pace of things, but it might take a while. My output of writing will be slow, but hey, after I can get out of that paralysis phase, I'll probably be writing more and posting more - 'cause I really, really love this. With all my heart.

(also, if you people see me active on my drawing thing, posting a bunch of things, it's 'cause I'm finally getting to look at all the art I've done but never posted and actually updating it and putting my art blog to some use I haven't in a while - I won't be creating new stuff. All old stuff I procrastinated as HELL and those will be some of my small steps to get out of this rut)

Now, as a last thing, I intend to use a video from a guy I always watch on youtube as some sort of guiding light in these trying times hahahaha but seriously, he has some really sound advice and he is so down to earth. Maybe someone who's going through some fucked up times can use his advice as well and unfuck their life too :)

youtube

That's it. I felt like I needed some raw honesty today. Like I said, small steps. This is part of it hahahaha

I hope you guys understand. There's nothing I love more than writing, creating something for people - and all of this, everyone I met here and every single person that uses their time, which is the most precious thing we have, to read something I wrote gives me the greatest gift I can be given. You guys have no idea how much I appreciate you and how much I don't want to disappoint you.

So thank you. I will work slowly and I will need some time to get my shit together, but I'll always be here. I'll update everything I need and won't leave you hanging but you know... It's like Dracula Daily. It starts in April and finishes by the end of the year, taking time to put the letters together.

Aaaaand, if you read Lord of the Rings, the whole adventure takes a year. We are very much conditioned to be given content constantly to keep algorithms happy, but I do have a view that humans (and art for that matter) can't keep up with being content.

Zygmunt Bauman said we live in liquid times, and made the theory that everything is liquid nowadays (for people who like sociology and philosophy, I highly recommend his books, I love him with all my heart), so we're not really used to things that are a little more... Constant. Earthy, perhaps. Slow, stable, never leaving.

I try my best to be like that, not like a liquid, inconstant, fleeting presence. I want the things I do to be part of something that will stay, and I like being someone that stays - and doesn't just flow away because everything has to be fast and ever moving nowadays. The Bibliothéque is to be like that, I think, a place that no matter what, you can come back after ten months and you'll still find me here, drinking some tea and writing stuff. And I'll be happy to see you again, for as much as you can or would like to stay :)

kinda like Dante in his lil' shop :')

That's it. Thank you for reading me mumbling nonsensically in order to tell you I will keep updating my fanfiction, even if at a slow pace HAHAHAHAHAHA

Hope you guys have a fine weekend and a good next week! I'll be always lurking around, but the creation process will be a bit slow.

Will still be here to mumble randomly about DMC and scream random things in the void though :D

*me getting ready to tackle life for the next months, going like "still heeeeeeeeere bitch!!"*

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And I'd like to add that I searched for "Obi Wan" on GIFs to find some sassy defying mood too add here and one of the first hits was this:

I'll leave you guys on this note 'cause I'm still wheezing about it, it's so friggin' on point I can't EVEN

#polaris speaks #update #life update #writing update #personal post #personal rant #ranting #rant post #and I meant it to be a little post going like 'haha it's gonna take a while to update'#but decided to be honest #I always think it's good when people I admire admit going through tough times or trauma or being broke or just overall not good #it makes me be less harsh on myself regarding everything I guess #so I thought this vulnerability from my part could do someone some good as it does for me when other people are vulnerable #I mean I'm hating it #seriously considering deleting this post once it goes live #don't know if I'm gonna do that but for now #I hope it helps someone #I really do #(don't worry Vergil is judging me from the distance the man would probably beat the shit out of me or hug me no in betweens with him)#Youtube

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matsur1 · 2 years

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Rindou x f!reader

Warnings: Swearing, Cheating (B/N), Flirting, & Drinking (Beer)

Word Count: 1.3k

A/n: B/N means "Boyfriend's name" so yall can name him whatever you like <3

Your boyfriend told you that he and the boys were going out tonight and he told you it was gonna be at his friend’s house. You paid it no mind and thought that he needed time for his friends too.

You laid down on the bed, lazily scrolling through your phone. Then you get a notification. It was from Rin. Your old college best friend. Or ex crush, should I say? Well, it’s not like you confessed to him but soon enough, you gladly found a guy at the same college the both of you go to and found interest in him. Which is your current boyfriend. So thankfully, you got rid of your feelings for Rindou. After graduating, you both still had each other’s numbers and socials so Rin was aware that you now had a boyfriend and you were aware that he was now a DJ. But of course, you both eventually grew apart.

You were shocked to see that Rin had texted you after years. You opened his message and it read, “This your boyfriend?” and below was a picture. What the fuck did he just send???? “Is this a joke Rindou?” you replied to his message. “It’s real real fyi.” He argued back, sending a video of your boyfriend dancing with a girl. “It’d be nicer if you went here and surprised him too, yeah?” He replied sending you the location of the club they were in.

You were still shocked, hand covering your mouth, processing things. You took a deep breath and asked yourself what to do next. Maybe Rin’s suggestion wasn’t bad. You immediately jumped out of the bed after planning what to do. You walked towards your closet and looked for the dress that your boyfriend had told you to throw away because it was too appealing and that other boys would look at you. Yet you never threw it because it’d be a waste for such a lovely dress.

Once you found the dress, you changed into it. A crimson red dress that perfectly fits your body. Oh how appealing you actually looked in that dress. You now understood why your boyfriend didn’t want you to wear that. You look fucking hot, that’s why.

After admiring yourself in the mirror, you went outside your bedroom, took your car keys, and drove your way to the club. You assumed the drive would take half an hour so you could only hope that when you get there, they would still be present.

As each minute of driving goes by, you grew impatient, still annoyed by the thought that he’d cheat just like that. You aggressively tapped your fingers against the steering wheel. Then you sighed in relief when you finally saw the club. It was full of lights and it sure was lively.

You parked your car and went out. Gracefully walking towards the entrance and opened the door. The club was surprisingly big and it was blasting bright lights. Not to mention, it was all so crowded too. You looked around the crowd, looking for your boyfriend or Rindou at the very least.

Without you knowing, Rindou was at the DJ booth. He was in charge of the club and is the DJ. When he spotted you, even from afar and even in hundreds of crowds, he left the music at default just to go towards you.

While you were still lost, looking around, a hand grabbed your wrist. You turned to see who it was. It was Rindou. He was running out of breath, “Come with me,” he spoke and then sprinted as fast as he could to bring you over to the DJ booth so you could have more space and be more comfortable andfind your boyfriend. While you were both running for your lives, and while people looked at you both, leaving them curious, you asked Rindou, “Rin??? You’re running too fas-“ he cut you off, “Look, just shut up and follow, okay?” a smile appeared on his face. You could tell he slowed down a bit though. Slowly walking on the three-step stairs, Rindou kept pulling you until you both arrived in the middle of the DJ booth. You confusingly looked at the crowd, processing what just happened.

Then you remembered, you were supposed to find your boyfriend but the crowd yelled “Ooooo~” in a teasing way. Which made you distracted, in question as to what they were oooo-ing at. Suddenly, Rindou spoke using the mic, “Shut up guys,” he chuckled. Voice raspy due to all the running through the crowd that you both did. You almost blushed at his voice which is now a bit lower than it used to be. Perhaps you actually still have a teeny itsy-bitsy crush on him? You shook your head no and started to look around the crowd for your boyfriend.

A few minutes passed by, while you were looking for your boyfriend, Rindou kept the crowd entertained with his DJ skills sometimes taking a glance at you to check if you were alright. He tried to focus in DJing but took a good glance at the crowd to help you. When he spotted your boyfriend, he quickly moved your way and whispered to your ear in a low voice, “Over there,” making you flinch a little. You took a glance where Rindou pointed his finger at. Fucking hell. He was still there with the girl. Rindou got back to DJing as soon as you spotted your boyfriend. Then, an idea popped into Rindou’s head. He casually grabbed the mic and handed it over to you while he dropped the beats. A smirk appearing on his face, you got the idea of what he wanted you to do. You grabbed the mic and laughed a bit, too excited as to how your boyfriend’s reaction would be. The whole crowd got confused, “You motherfucking bitch, b/n!!!” you yelled. Then the crowd hyped you up as you point your finger towards your boyfriend and the girl he was clearly flirting with. Then the people surrounding your boyfriend started booing them. This was going in every way you wanted it to go. And boy, were you grateful for Rindou for helping you with all this.

You could care less about your boyfriend’s reaction now. You grabbed the beer on the table, near the DJ booth, which you assume is supposed to be Rin’s but he had tons so you chugged a whole bottle up. Rindou’s eyes widened a bit when you chugged the beer down your throat. “Woah there darling. Slow down, will ya?” he spoke in a way that only you two could hear. “If this isn’t the best night of my life, then I don’t know what is.” You told him, leaning on the DJ booth backwards, making the crowd see your back. Slowly, the booze started to affect you. Making you a bit tipsy. Rindou smirked. Another idea popping into his head.

He once again left the music by default and making the lights turn low disabling to see you two. He went in front of you and pinned you down. “Fuck y/n. You drive me crazy,” he spoke, sliding one of his legs in between yours, slowly putting pressure on it. You looked at him as your eyes were getting a bit droopy. “Mmm? Rin? Is it just me or did it get darker?” you innocently asked. He couldn’t help but break character and laugh at your silly reaction. You put your arms around his neck and lean your head on his shoulder, softly inhaling his scent. You were definitely drunk now. Suddenly, you spoke in a slurry way, “I’ve always liked you since college, Rin but I didn’t tell you becausssseee…” you stopped speaking, clearly blacked out. Rindou tried to be as calm as he could, until you started hiccupping. He softly laughed and put you down on a chair nearby his DJ booth. Suddenly, his pride is higher than his brother’s now. He went back to DJing, put the lights back on to normal and kept glancing at you from time to time to make sure you were safe.

Goddamn, your dress definitely affected him. So did your beauty and your personality and god he could name hundreds of things he loves about you.

Oh how ready and excited he was to face you tomorrow and wife you up.

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