#my mom had to take him away bc how obviously broken he was

[daenysx]

Hiya darling, I just saw that your requests were open so obviously I had to jump at the opportunity. Could you write sth about Aegon and maybe the reader is his girlfriend? And this time he promises himself to do things right and not just jump into the physical intimacy right away bc he's serious about her. So he's trying to restrain himself, but she's making it hard for him without even knowing, bc everything seemingly innocent turns him on lol. And then she's a bit irritated bc he's getting irritated and keeps pushing her away and she thinks that maybe she did something wrong?

It doesn't need to be pure smut, but if you could make it a bit spicy and fluffy it'd be greatly appreciated! 💖💖

thank you so much for requesting, angel, i tried my best but honestly i'm not sure if this is good enough ♡ i hope you like it! requests are open!!

aegon targaryen x fem!reader modern au (kinda nsfw)

promises

aegon wakes up to an empty bed.

he blinks slowly, his hair falls on the comfy pillow as he adjusts his head, and he feels the spot next to him. the sheets are still warm but you are not there, confusion and curiousity makes aegon's brain fuzzy the first thing in the morning. he sits on bed, rubs his eyes until he feels numb, and leaves the warmth behind him as he steps out of his room.

it is your first sleepover at aegon's, and he is excited by all means. he remembers the night, the wine bottle, and your smiles. you were glowing under the soft lights of his living room, you gave him lots of kisses, and he kissed you back. he remembers leading you to bed, cuddling you under the sheets, and the way you wrapped your arms around him. he buried his face to your neck as you fall asleep and promised not to ruin what he has with you silently.

aegon's kitchen is big enough but he keeps his glasses at the highest shelves. you are trying to get one of them on your tiptoes, wearing an old shirt from his closet and your sleep shorts. he likes seeing you like this, he decides. like you belong in his life.

you get the glass successfully, you fill it with water and drink it all in one go. aegon watches you, leaning to the wall. you finish the water and put your glass on the counter. turning your back, you see your lover waiting for you to realize him.

"good morning, baby." you say, aegon loves hearing the word baby from your mouth.

"morning." he says back. you give him a kiss on his cheek. "slept well?" you ask, even your morning voice is sweet to him. he nods, brushes his lips on your hair and fakes a kiss. you wrap your arms around his waist as you lead him back to his room.

"it's still early." you say.

"maybe we should go back to sleep." aegon says as he holds your hand.

you both find your ways back to bed, aegon lifts the sheets to get under them. he misses your warmth even though you are here with him, it's addictive and he has never been great with his obsessions. the thoughts of being together with you all the time, every way, makes his head spin. he closes his eyes and takes a calming breath.

aegon has a love-hate relationship with promises. the promises he gave to his mom, i'll be good mom, the promises he gave to aemond, and the promises he keeps giving himself. he thinks they make his life worthy somehow, he tries to prove that he is actually capable of doing something he gave his word for. no one has ever told aegon how hard it is to keep a promise, though. he finds himself imagining different scenarios of him breaking all those promises and being somewhat free.

you came into his life when everything was more difficult. he didn't even know what you see in him, why would someone like you stay with him? you deserve sunshine and happiness, aegon has broken memories behind him. not all of them was his fault to be true, but he had his fair share of ruined relationships. he was expecting to ruin the things with you as well, because why not, but it's not going as he'd guessed. it's going actually well, with you.

he is careful not to make any mistakes, the ones he knows from his past anyways. he is careful not to rush into things with you, even though he wants is badly. you in his apartment, playing with his beloved sunfyre, wearing his shirts, kissing him like he's worth it, calling him baby like he deserves it...he wants everything with you.

"i was thinking we could do something other than sleeping." you say gently, getting him out of his thoughts.

"yeah?" he asks, gets comfy on bed as you stroke his hair. "like what, pretty girl?"

you answer by starting a kiss. aegon parts his lips for you, you lean into him. the kiss lasts for seconds, you can see the first lights of the day in the room. you cup aegon's cheek with your one hand while the other twirls his hair between your fingers. aegon kisses you back and you find the courage to take the next step.

you give him one last kiss as he lies on bed, and you throw one leg over his body to get closer to him. you can feel his hardness under your leg and your stomach tightens. you press yourself as an attempt for relief and aegon holds your thigh to keep you steady. he breaks the kiss to look at you with an expression you don't quite like.

he stays still but you think maybe he's pulling away from you, and your courage feels like there's a pit in your chest. you try to pull your leg back but you can't. you try to smile when he frowns, you are almost ashamed that you are pressing yourself to him when he does nothing.

"i'm sorry." you whisper. "i didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

aegon looks at you with glassy eyes. "don't be sorry, please. you never make me uncomfortable."

"i mean-" you start, but the words don't come out easily. "i know we didn't really do anything before but i- i thought-"

insecurity starts dripping from your words and aegon would be damned if he ever let you think you are doing something he doesn't want. "no, no, lovely. it's just-" he says, rubbing your skin. "it's all me. i just- didn't want to rush into things and-"

he stops talking and it worries you. "and what?" you ask silently.

"i don't want to lose this." he sounds afraid and broken. "i don't want to lose what we have. i don't want to ruin everything."

he blinks down a slow tear, and it breaks your heart. "aegon." you say. "you think you will ruin things with me just because we get physical?"

the conversation turns serious so quickly. aegon blinks again. "i've never been good in relationships. i want you so much, but i don't mind waiting. you didn't do anything wrong, it's all me."

"baby." you cup his cheek. "you are my boyfriend, and i want to be closer with you. i promise, you wouldn't ruin anything, and it's all good for me."

he tilts his head to see your eyes. "no rush?"

"no rush." you kiss him on his chin. "but still, you don't have to wait."

aegon kisses you and he feels a deadweight has been lifted from his chest. he thinks it's all gonna be okay, now that you know his true intentions. he pulls you on his lap until he sits on bed, he leans against headboard. the kiss takes his breath away, he helps you sit properly on him.

"we can continue if you want, or we can stop here." he whispers to your ear. "anything you want."

"i want you, aegon." you whisper back.

he likes that combination of words. he helps you take your shorts off without leaving the bed, you pull down his sweatpants and his boxers. aegon touches your inner leg, your skin is hot. he drags his fingers further until he finds what he's looking for.

you lift your hips against him, he's getting harder every passing second. you wrap your fingers around him, stroking him until he's fully hard.

"i'm not gonna last if you keep doing that." he says desperately.

"can we stay like this?"

you smile and give him a kiss. your fingers guide him to your entrance and he helps you putting it in by angling himself properly. your wetness slides against him, he tries to find your clit after a moment of catching his breath. you hold the hand on your cunt, bringing it to your mouth to kiss the back of it.

he agrees, he doesn't think he can manage to last long with fast movements and strong strokes. this is grounding and calming, he is fully inside you and you are comfortable on his lap. you keep him inside you as you put your head on his chest. he kisses your hair and rubs your back.

"thank you for being honest with me." you say. aegon realizes your voice gets sleepy and he keeps rubbing your back.

he kisses your forehead as a way of answering. "come on, let's go back to sleep." he slides down on bed to put his head on the pillow.

you nod. "but we'll continue once we wake up."

aegon laughs. "we kinda have to, i don't know how to handle more of your teasings at this point."

"i'm not teasing you!"

"yeah, baby, of course you're not." he rolls his eyes and smiles.

#aegon targaryen #aegon targaryen x reader #aegon targaryen x you #aegon ii targaryen #aegon ii targaryen x reader #aegon ii targaryen x you #aegon x you #aegon x reader #aegon ii x you #aegon ii x reader #house of the dragon #hotd #hotd x reader #modern!aegon

[adarafaelbarba]

How about the De Clermonts reacting to adult Lucas being a vampire? Most notably Matthew and Diana? Maybe Diana encountering him in the city and idk they bump into each other and talk and suddenly Matthew enters and he and Lucas have essentialy kinda spiderman meme bc he may not recognize his son but his son recognizes him? And Jonathan Bailey as Lucas fancast obviously hehe

Diana was taken aback when she encountered the vampire who looked so much like her husband. He'd barely stopped when they almost bumped into each other.

"I am so sorry ma'am. I should've seen where I was going."

She gave him a smile and shook her head, "Not your fault--" "Lucas--I'm Lucas Charpentier--and you're?" She shook his outstretched hand, "Diana Bishop."

Lucas' face lit up at that, "The famous witch, Diana Bishop--you stood up to the congregation, did you not?"

"I did. Word travels fast I take it."

If he could blush he would, instead dipping his head and letting out a small chuckle.

~~~

As they stood there chatting, a car pulled up beside them, and the back of Diana's neck ran cold, Matthew.

"Can I help you, sir?" He asked coldly, a hand on Diana's back as he stared down Lucas. She tried to say something, but Matthew wouldn't listen.

"Father?" Lucas said, almost stunned. To the younger man, Matthew hadn't aged a day since they last saw each other, when Lucas was only a little boy.

"You--what?" Diana asked confused, looking from Lucas to Matthew and back to Lucas.

Matthew showed no sign of recognizing the young boy, but how could he, it had been centuries.

"Who are you?"

Lucas looked physically upset at the question, like he'd just been punched in the face. "I'm Lucas--your son--it's me, dad."

Diana wanted to pull him in for a hug the second he said that, not wanting the younger man to suffer any longer.

"That's impossible! They told me Lucas died, hours after his mother--centuries ago!"

"Take my blood, and see for yourself--" Diana shakes her head, "you will not, I can check, without hurting you Lucas." Freeing herself from Matthew, so moved closer to Lucas, hands out, "May I put my hands on the sides of your head?"

He nods at that, both ignoring Matthew's staring as Diana puts her hands on the temples of Lucas' head. Memories of the young man's long life came rushing forward, clouding Diana's mind, making her stumble slightly, but she kept her hands on him, trying to sift through it all, to find the start.

Matthew, looking so young, having one arm wrapped around a blonde woman's waist, and the woman holding a little brown haired boy, Lucas. They looked so happy.

Then--Blanca being carried away to be seen by a doctor--Lucas crying, clinging to his father's leg--Matthew crying too, but not as much--possibly staying strong for his son--hours after--Lucas is taken away too--reunited with his mom--and a strange woman--

Diana almost didn't want to let go, but feeling she's gotten what she needs, she lets go of his head. "It's true Matthew--he's telling the truth."

"But--I mourned for you--for both of you--I was so lost, without--" red streaks rolled down Matthew cheeks as he looked at Lucas again.

Diana came to his side quickly, pulling him in for a hug. "I'm sorry my love." She'd not seen him this broken--not since the memory of him after Philippe died.

They hugged for a bit longer, until he managed to compose himself, and look at his son once more, the younger vampire was crying too.

"Lucas?" Matthew opened his arms, letting the boy choose if he wanted to hug him or not, and he shot into his dad's arms, hugging him so tightly. "It's okay my boy. It's all okay."

~~~~

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[lanshappycorner]

Deuce x Riddle idea because uH yeah why not

Consider: AU where during middle school Riddle and Deuce live in the same area of the Queendom of Roses, and while Deuce goes to a random public school, Riddle goes to a Posh private school and they somehow meet

Deuce is wandering along the streets when he sees some bigger dudes from another school trying to bully some poor little redhead for his money. As Deuce considers it His turf, he steps in and basically sends the dudes flying

He talks to Riddle and Riddle insists that he didn't need Deuce's help. Riddle isnt too keen on thanking Deuce either, since Deuce was very obviously a delinquent, and this was less about deuces desire to help people and more about the fact that he only got involved bc apparently this was HIS property (which riddle also adds that its NOT btw bc Deuce is just some middle school brat who cannot own a public space because hes broke as shit. Deuce cannot counter)

Deuce is Pissed he went out of his way to save this stinky skrunkly and hes not even given a thank you (he wasn't expecting one anyways but he also wasn't expecting to be insulted in the face). It wasn't like Riddle was necessarily Wrong though, deuce had extorted randos for their money before, it wasn't like he saved Riddle out of the goodness in his heart

Riddle turns to leave, and before he does so, Deuce notices his uniform and makes a remark about how "oh of course you go to that stupid rich people school. All of you guys are like that, stuck up and privileged" to which Riddle is now fuming because 1) riddles family is well off enough but hes not rich and 2) hes doing his best for his mom </3

Angry, he collars deuce with his magic and stomps off, leaving deuce to stand there dumbfounded and annoyed

The collar isnt coming off even though it's been a day, and Deuce is not having it. He's a gang leader for fucks sake he cant walk around with a collar around his neck, that's ridiculous!! So he skips class (as usual) and waits in front of the gates at Riddle's school. Clearly he is out of his environment and many kids are uncomfortable with his general Existence there but hes stubborn and refuses to leave

Eventually riddle comes out of the gates and Deuce is just like "listen here you fucking strawberry lookin asshole get this thing off my neck" and Riddle is just "LMAO no. Nice try tho" Riddle is extremely annoyed Deuce came all the way to his school and demanded stuff from him but also he finds Great Amusement in seeing Deuce look so miserable, it's just the Best

Deuce would have persisted more if not for the fact that a car suddenly rolled up to pick up Riddle. Riddle just smirks at him and drives away, leaving an enraged Deuce who continued to pester him every day until he takes away the collar

The next day, deuce actually ambushes Riddle before he arrives at school. Riddle once again refuses to take off the collar, resulting in Deuce pretty much wrestling Riddle to the ground and successfully potato sack style carrying Riddle off somewhere. Riddle looks extremely panicked—not because Deuce is taking him to an unknown location, but because hes worried that his perfect attendance would be broken

Deuce is unaffected by Riddle's panic. If anything he is relishing in it bc "honestly fuck that guy he collared me </33 what's he gonna do now tho collar me again ?? Lmao" he ends up taking Riddle to an arcade. When riddle is set down he automatically tries to run, only for Deuce to grab his hand and force him back

Riddle is obviously nervous. They're both in uniform, its during school hours, everyone in the arcade is looking at them as if thinking "are they skipping? They're such bad students...they shouldn't be here" (or at least that's what riddles paranoid mind conjures, but no one around them really cares). He looks at his watch and it's essentially too late to even go back. Goodbye perfect attendance

Deuce gets Riddle to play a bunch of games with him and even buys him a boba tea afterwards </3 they do bond a little and realize that the other doesnt suck as much as they originally thought. Deuce is shocked by how many things Riddle has never done or isnt allowed to do tho

Riddle insists it's not a big deal and it's the price he has to pay for success, but he doesn't deny that he had fun. He does ask Deuce why did Deuce take him to an arcade. Like usually delinquents would resort to violence to get their way right, why not just force Riddle to do it?

Deuce just replies that Riddle seems stupidly stubborn and prideful, Deuce hates fighting people like that cause they never give up. He says that he has no intention of being violent with Riddle (as least in a punching kicking to hurt Riddle kinda sense), but he has resolved to just spending time with him and clinging to him until he lets Deuce go. Riddle just calls Deuce stupid

Before Riddle goes home, Deuce hands him a letter that he prepared. It's basically a letter put together with newspaper scrappings, and it's basically a note saying that an anonymous person kidnapped Riddle for the day and wants ransom. He instructs riddle to just tell his family that he was used for ransom and Riddle managed to escape in time. That way, riddle won't get in trouble. Riddle just stares at the letter and takes it, but he doesnt say anything about it, clearly he is conflicted about lying to his parents.

Deuce is expecting to see Riddle again the next day but he doesnt. And Riddle is no where to be seen for the next week. Even the collar had disappeared with time and yet there wasnt a trace of Riddle. Deuce ends up going to Riddles school and forcing random students to tell him where riddles house is

Late at night, deuce scales up a tree and throws rocks at riddles balcony door. Riddle was abt to sleep, but he was tossing and turning thinking abt what Deuce was up to. He cautiously goes to the door and looks outside only to see Deuce. Opening the door, he asks him wtf he was doing there, and Deuce hops onto Riddles balcony and just asks him what HE was doing at home

Riddle confesses that he couldnt lie to his mom and he just tells her he skipped school. He doesnt mention Deuce to his mom nor did he take out the scrap letter. But bc of that, his mom forced him into being home schooled. Deuce just scoffs "and you call me stupid"

Hes frustrated by this outcome but apologizes to Riddle bc Riddle wouldnt be even more caged up if it werent for him. Riddle just tells him to not apologize bc he didn't regret it. Deuce decides that since he was the one who isolated Riddle, he'd at the very least visit him often

So he stops by almost daily at night to talk to Riddle. But along the way the whole thing where he realizes he disappointed his mom happens and he tells Riddle one day that its selfish but he probably wont be able to stop by as often anymore because hes decided to turn his life around and begin studying. He wants to make his mom proud

Riddle is saddened by the news but hes happy Deuce is taking a better path in life and he tells him its fine. Deuce is still worried bc Riddle has a habit of saying things r fine when they're not fine, but even if Riddle DID want him to stay, its not as if he could do it.

Riddle says that soon he'll be entering a college far away, so even if Deuce doesnt visit him anymore, its okay. Deuce doesn't know how to feel abt this but hes glad that Riddle will have some freedom

A year goes by and Deuce has not heard from Riddle in ages. Deuce studies hard tho snd gets into NRC, only to realize that his dorm head is rather Familiar ....

That is all for now but mayhaps I will continue later

#im sorry this is a mess but i think they #i just have many thoughts

[anomalocrisis]

Hey. You. I want to know about your characters please? 🥺

I--,, Ok i dont know on which one to start,, so i'll do like quick bios and shit with pics of my boys (lies)

I just want to say these dudes are from waaayy back to when i was 12, and im still building on them, so,,

First ONE!, my sweet little angel,, FL-11X Aka. Felix!

This poor motherfucker used to be a basic af model mainly used for costumer service, he was being deployed as a receptionist for the main building for his creator company, until The Incident happened, the day he lost all his limbs and a big chuck of memory.

He was thrown in the trash, deemed as unusable and nothing more than scrap, until an old lady found him still barely functioning, she took him with her and took him to her local repair shop and the mechanic did what she could to save him, his limbs were replaced with obviously lower quality ones and they don't match well with what remained from his old frame but they work! (kind of)

When i say that the lady took him with her, i really meant it. FL-11X became like,, his adopted grandchild, not son, grandchild. Once FL-11X was repaired, he had nowhere to go, so the lady just let him stay with her, after a while she did the needed paperwork so FL-11X, now called "Felix", could legally live with her as her "caregiver", you know, since old age, just so they hadn't to take him away.

She really spoils him, she lets Felix try anything that catches his eyes optics? sensors?

The Next one is my literally sweet boy man, Sayvius!!

This man has nothing to do with Felix! This man is made of honey and he fucking hates humans!

A literal living Mellified Man, yes he's based on Lemon demon Sweet Bod if you want.

This motherfucker, man. I love him. He has like 3 jobs, dude. he barely has money despite of that, he lives in a fucking abandoned house that he acclimated.

I don't know what to tell you bc i ABSOLUTELY LOVE EVERYTHING I MADE UP ABOUT HIM, His limbs produce healing honey (he sells it), he's practically a dead person, but not really? He needs to constantly eat meat so the honey he produces doesn't consume his body, He's a waiter in the local Tavern on the only-monsters commune where he lives, His Mom (who i also adore) is a human-fucker, making his dad a human DESPITE he hating humans.

I JUST-- AAAAAAAAAAAA

[OLD AF DRAWING] SLITES!! a local fisherman that has a broken dream about being a pirate... so he buys in the aesthetic! also he's one of, if not THE BEST FRIEND of Sayvius.

He's really a fish aficionado, so he fishes and cooks them and he sells the fish raw or cooked. mf goes to the beach and then comes back to tell Sayvius about his new fish findings and asks him if he can use the kitchen to cut them open and cook them and then slap Sayvius hand when he wants to taste the fish raw.

He also carries super sharp knives with him everywhere he goes.

Slites is way more chill about humans than Sayvius and he usually tells him to relax about them, since his brother, Kridate, lives in the city and he constantly goes to visit him. He also gets annoyed when people confuse him with vampires bc he isn't one, or so he claims.

Either way, these two love to sit in the "porch" and talk bad about life.

Now, My boy Glyzer!! He has nothing to do with the prior ones!

He was supposed to be the heir to the throne for his planet, but he said "haha nope" and ran away! now he's wanders through the cosmos and he's a proud single father of a kid who saw alone and that wanted to join him in his adventure.

Glyzer is quite a mf, since he's kinda used to a life of luxury, but that doesn't stop him from wanting to learn how to do stuff, he's also quite stupid and doesn't know how to manage money (he tries)

The kid in question

Vip, They used to live with his uncle and aunt who treated they more as a tool than a person, They encountered Glyzer one day in the market and practically became his guide for his whole stay, one day Glyzer saw how their family treated them and decided to stand up for them, and then they pulled an "Adopt me, Miss Honey! You can adopt me!"

Glyzer was reluctant but in the end Vip joined his journey with no destination.

Vip is cute, and they know that, so despite looking clueless most of the time, they're really smart, so Glyzer and them use eachother for getting free stuff once they end up with no money and have to look for a temporary job.

Another one, Kamaleon!

Tokusatsu inspired as you can see. he's a robot made from scratch by a dude, who then, with his roomie teach him how to function.

He usually goes out and does the functions a local hero would do, people think he's a human in a suit instead of a robot, so they roll with it.

When he interacts with people for almost anything he gets a little stiffy and doesn't know how to move or what to say. He has also stopped some robbery attempts totally accident, gaining some following online and shit.

Kamaleon's "Team" also got into making stage shows because, why the fuck not, so they have this whole thing where Liam, the roomie was the og villain for him, but then he became a sidekick to Kamaleon when someone else started to show up to the stage shows as a bigger villain to be defeated. the fun thing is that no one knows who that guys is but they keep showing up at shows and making tweets about how "evil" they are and how are going to defeat kamaleon and challenging him, and the kids love it, so yay!!

also, since Kamaleon is a robot i can retcon him to Felix story and i can make him a Kamaleon fan, big win for me.

#OMG I HOPE THIS ISNT TOO MUCH SDJKFHKJFHJA #BUT STILL LIKE #I DONT WANT TO TALK ABOUT MY TRANSFORMERS FC'S BC I HAVE ALREADY TALKED ABOUT THEM IN THE SERVER AND YOU ALREADY KNOWW #also i hadnt talked about some other more of my oc's but its late already and 😩 #AAAAAA #maybe later i'll add about Marissa and Gale #Meddy and Methe Glyin are still in development #beside that one herbo friend Sayvius has #but idk. its a mayhaps #i want to thank my bestie because after years i could ask her about making her oc and felix besties and mwah #asks for smods

[coles-scythe]

Edit: WHAT HAPPENED TO MY POST FORMATTING??? WHERED MY READMORE GO?????

Edit 2: Fixed the formatting, this app is so broken ;-;

I posted the first two to personal bc they were part of a batch but they also feature my design of Nanako from my P4–5 AU of my self ship AU.

Lore stuff under the cut because this is one of my more developed AUs despite it not being canon to my main AU at all lmao.

Quickie recap of the premise to my AU bc I don't remember if I ever posted it to this blog. Basically when Maruki is researching cognitive pscience pre-P5, he gets access to the Shadow Ops' files of the multiple incidents in Inaba (P4 + Arena/Ultimax) and learns about Jay basically being displaced from their own timeline to This Side via Nyarly, causing him to add multiverse theory to his cognitive pscience studies. P5's story happens, as does P5R's 3rd semester, but in this scenario Maruki is able to win against the Phantom Thieves, merge the worlds + take control over the world as its new god of control (Rip Yaldy lmao), and seal the Phantom Thieves away until he can figure out how to convert them to the new world despite their renewed wills making them immune to Maruki's distortions. In the meantime, to say thanks to Jay for indirectly helping him bring his idea of happiness to the world, he distorts the world again to allow Jay to fulfill their wish to have been born in this timeline, meet Adachi and the rest of the Investigstion Team (IT) sooner, yada yada a bunch of other sappy stuff. To make an even longer story short, Jay and all of the people they have a very strong connection with (Adachi, Dojima, the IT, and surprise guest: my familial OC F/O Skylar) are turned back into highschoolers and all attend Shujin, where Maruki can watch over them (out of fear that they might react like the Phantom Thieves did if they ever find out the truth.) Because of these distortions, pretty much everyone from P4 and P3 had their entire lives changed and are living in completely different scenarios. Philemon tasks Jay and Narukami with returning their friends' memories to them, slapping some sense into Maruki, and restoring the world to the state it should be in.

Nanako is one of the people affected by Maruki's distortions. In my AU, Dojima becomes a member of the IT and thusly is also affected and turned back into a teenager alongside everyone else in the party. Because I'm not completely insane, Dojima and Chisato will not have Nanako while he's like 17/18 during the AU's story. Chisato is still Nanako's mother, but marries Shinya Oda's father instead of Dojima. Her mom still dies while Nanako is young, but Oda remarries to Shinya's canon birthmom. Due to her new circumstances, instead of being under the Justice Arcana, she is now under of the Tower Arcana. Her Social Link/Confidant still deals with her independence, but has a bigger focus on her want to be a good sister and set a good example for Shinya to follow.

As for the design itself, she's a bit more rebellious than canon Nanako and tends to be a bit of a rule breaker, especially when Shinya isn't around. She's got a very strained relationship with her parents, especially her stepmother, and is pretty attention starved as a result. So she acts out to get some kind of attention. I tried to make her design reflect this. She's in her last year of middle school, so she obviously wears her school uniform. But she breaks dress code by not wearing the right jacket, incorrectly wearing the shirt, and adds an extra t-shirt to the outfit. I styled the jacket, bow, socks, and shoes to resemble her clothes in canon. I also made her wear her hair differently. A lopsided short ponytail felt like it look both cute and give the impression of being a young child's attempt to dress more like a delinquent lol. Plus it has a sporty vibe, somewhat inspired by Nanako's model in the P5 beta leak using a lacrosse stick as a weapon. I didn't want her new rebellious nature to be outright in front of your face, plus she still needs to be somewhat presentable/socially acceptable to be that good example for Shinya, so I kept it pretty tame.

#🃏 Jester's Hunger #dachi got a mention so its getting tagged lmao #plus i dont remember my au tags atm LMAO #my art #my wips #also not tagging this with s.elf s.hip tags bc it doesnt actaully have a whole lot to do with Jay's relation to N.anako

[wheresmulder]

Life updates that are depressing af

My best friend's mom died they took her off life support this morning and I wasn't able to be there bc I have the fucking flu.

I'm not gonna be ok for a long time

We all low-key expected it bc she's been in the hospital for 19 days and the last 5 she was in critical condition. They didn't know until yesterday that it was actually the breast cancer metastasized and that was what was causing everything. She had already had the double mastectomy and chemo and she just finished radiation in October. Anyway she was like a second mom to me and I

I just don't know how to lose people anymore like. I think that part of my brain is broken. I can't

I just go into fix it mode. Like if I lose myself in taking care of everyone else I don't have to sit with it

But I'm stuck in my fucking bed with the worst flu (only flu?) I've ever had and all I can do is think like I can't sleep I can't???? I'm useless and I hate it. This is the part where I feel like what is the point of my continuing existence like my life is literally meaningless there is no reason for me to be here I add no value to the world

I know that's just my fucked up brain begging me to euthanize him but he makes good points sometimes like I literally cannot do anything to help the person I love most in the world I can't take her pain away I know I just have to be there to support her but it's so pathetic how little it really means at the end of the day and especially when I'm stuck in my fucking room sick as a dog

Idfk it just really fucking sucks cancer has taken two of the most wonderful people in my life way too fucking soon like. She was only 53. I lost the other person when we were 26. It's the most helpless feeling in the world I think bc literally the best doctors in the world did nothing for her. Prolonged her suffering basically. I'm glad we got more time together but

I just don't know anymore I've been throwing up all morning but I haven't cried yet which makes me feel even worse even tho I know thats rly fucking stupid like obviously grief is weird and nonlinear and it doesn't mean i didn't love her but it still makes me feel like something is wrong with me but that's dumb bc we all already know there is plenty wrong with me like this is not news and anyway what can I do about it I can't make myself grieve differently that's. Fucking weird to even think about. Idk idk im pretty out of it lemme just stop

#birth is a curse and existence is a prison

[dakotazoidstan]

roti restaurant au details

employees:

dakota’s dad made her get a job to “learn the value of money” so she gets a job at some burger/basically-fast-food restaurant. in my head its built like the bobs burgers restaurant but a bit bigger i guess. anyway shes a high school senior. she gets the job upon recommendation from sam, her “funny little friend” from class who just got the job and has a crush on her but is also cool being her friend.

well lightning overhears this (in class with them) and also applies at the restaurant. gets the job easily bc the restaurant is shit.

brick works there! hes saving up to move away for fashion school. anne-maria works there for the spare money, but also her aunts & cousins live with her & her family so she doesnt mind getting out of the house.

regulars:

so jo is best friends with lightning and when they leave practice at the same time she’ll walk to the restaurant with him and he gives her free food but he never drops it off himself he just walks by and they say mean shit to each other. this is how jo ends up with a huge crush on anne maria.

scott and dawn are like weird bffs but its also not weird bc dawn is kinda friends with everyone. like dakota “doesnt know why” but she “just loooves dawn” and gets rly excited when she comes into the restaurant.. how cute omg. dawn & brick are also homies. anyway scott on the other hand is a Public Enemy and will like pour creamer into his half empty dr pepper just to make sam come over and take it away and get him a refill. and after that for like a week dawn refused to sit with him and he just sat alone and had to learn how to act lmfaoo. dawn will also read everyones tarot cards if they want and sometimes customers even come up & ask for a reading.

- anne maria has a bad habit of, if her section is slow, just straight up sitting down and hanging out with a homie. like will pull out nail polish and start giving jo a manicure while on the clock

- brick obviously runs the place like its the military and tries to get her to stop but it doesnt work

- dakota makes tiktoks at work

- sam is socially awkward but actually isnt too bad at work bc he just pretends hes in a video game. like. sweep floors, wipe menus, wrap fork in napkin, take order, etc. boom bam bop

- he explains this to lightning one time and he expected to get made fun of but lightning actually was like “oh shit! yo! cool! whatever works!”

- scott has eaten everything on the menu

- staci comes in sometimes and anne maria fuckin hates her but jo “for some reason” doesnt really mind her all that much and anne maria puts up with her even tho her eye keeps twitching….

- idk who i saw this random little headcanon from but like. kelly and taylor from tdrr being dakotas mom & sister is like “okay yeah” to me in my head. and i feel like taylor would come in and torment dakota for real

- theres a one of those touchscreen jukebox things that they tell customers is broken so that way they can always control the music

- the only thing brick isnt super strict on is the uniforms because he personally thinks the shirts are atrocious so literally by the time he realizes the owner is never around hes like. “alright guys FINE wear whatever as long as its predominantly (restaurant colors)” yknow

- idk the restaurant is in a college town so gen 1 (college students) come in & out sometimes and its like. idk imagine duncan & dakota interacting. gwen getting a tarot reading from dawn. tyler & lightning? justin finds out brick wants to go to fashion school and even though brick thinks hes a bit of an airhead justin always leaves really big tips for him :,,,)

#roti #samkota #dawnkota #shes bi! #lightning td #dakota td #anne maria td #jomaria #brick td #scott td #dawn td #sam td #i love them :)!

[thegeminisage]

Hello, apropos of absolutely nothing except I’m on my third “top # Zelda dungeons” video. What are YOUR top favorite zelda dungeons. Any number u feel like doing whenever you feel bored enough to respond to an ask. I’m still thinking about mine. K hugzzz bye

Also if I’ve already asked you that before forgive me my brain is broken

NOOOO don't worry i fucking. LOVE THIS. here's a screenshot from my drafts where, only 5 minutes after seeing your ask, i had already feverishly started jotting down every truly standout dungeon i could think of:

anyway looking forward to answering this this really got me thru this week. i think i started out with almost 30 entries WHICH with tireless consideration i eventually narrowed down to get to my top 10. this WAS like picking children and it is so long!! i got carried away with this not-so-little write-up. absolutely no one is obligated to read all of this. i linked the dungeon music bc i am Like That

#10 - forsaken fortress (wind waker)

while the actual layout/design of this dungeon is already impressive, all of the zelda dungeons are impressive. what gets me about this one is two things. firstly, that you come back to this dungeon like...2 times after your initial attempt? right? like this is one of the only dungeons in the series that will KICK YOUR ASS and you just have to go back and get stronger and try again. it’s very much like...so in botw you can start off by attacking ganon straight away, and then suddenly it seems a little silly that link doesn’t do that every time? but he TRIED in ww and he got his ass beat. helmaroc king is an incredible boss for the same reasons, and it’s a perfect boss to head up this dungeon, it’s SO cinematic, it’s a repeated encounter and the eventual victory feels earned and a long time coming.

the other reason is that this dungeon made me, as a kid, wonder about link’s parents. ??? i know, but child minds. in my head i had this whole thing where like, if his grandma was taking care of him and aryll, then OBVIOUSLY their folks died at sea which is why she gets so upset when link leaves on a boat...in my head, the fortress somehow had something to do with it, like their boat was captured by ganondorf’s pirates or they sailed too close and got destroyed or they tried to loot the island only to find it full of monsters...idk, i liked the idea that ganondorf semi-unknowingly touched link’s life with tragedy and left a scar on his childhood way before they ever even knew about each other, because that’s the backstory in ocarina of time, right? link’s mom died in a war ganondorf started. so i think about it every time i do the dungeon. “maybe THIS is where link’s parents died, or here, or here,” etc. this is a super weird answer, and really ww is too happy of a game for those kind of thoughts, this is not even remotely based in any sort of canon, but there you go. ww isn’t my favorite of the mainline zeldas (it’s obviously still a fantastic fucking game but like if you’re ranking them subjectively something has to be at the bottom) but this dungeon is definitely one of my favorite things about it.

#9 - ancient cistern (skyward sword)

i feel like if this one doesn’t make a top 10 list there’s something wrong. a lot of skyward sword’s areas are oozing with atmosphere but for most people this is probably the most memorable one... (i have another lol but we’ll get to that later!) i LOOOOVE having two areas and a dark basement in sharp contrast to the peaceful and light upper areas. with a few exceptions (guardians, dead hands, redeads, wallmasters, those hands in the twilight palace, the soldiers in the silent realm, etc) zelda games usually aren’t truly frightening, but this dungeon is actually scary!!! even on the upper levels i get creeped out by thinking about what’s just beneath my feet. like, i am stressed the entire time i’m in there and that’s BEFORE the whole climbing section. speaking of - i know quantic dream games are garbage, but i always liked how physical they were in frantic moments. having to so something physically vigorous like shake the controller to get away really adds something special to that bit, which is already a pretty standout moment in the series

#8 - stone tower temple (majora's mask)

the MECHANICS of this one! the style! the finality! in a game ABOUT finality! the theme of death in a game about death! where do i even start! ok, so this is the final regular dungeon for MM and it feels like a good place to learn or perhaps just ponder about the world we found ourselves in, a little history re: the people who used to worship majora’s mask, etc etc. and i really love final dungeons for that purpose, the purpose of exposition. but then! not only do we have to lug around four veritable corpses (the statues) up that giant tower to even get in, we also turn the dungeon UPSIDE DOWN...how fucking cool is that!!! i watched a dungeon analysis video recently that posited the temple was sort of like the tower of babel, something built to reach up to...the heavens? the moon? but when you turn it upside down, it leads down into hell (where the boss is), not unlike the cistern actually. i tend to favor final dungeons because they tend to pull epic stunts like that. like god damn

#7 - snowpeak ruins (twilight princess)

tbh i think twilight princess has the best dungeons in the entire series...there’s no one single dungeon in that game that is not an absolute banger (hurriedly throwing a blanket over the lakebed temple) not ONE, but if this whole list was just tp dungeons that isn’t fair. anyway, this one literally ALWAYS makes me want pumpkin soup even though i don’t really like the taste of pumpkin...it’s so cool to have a dungeon thats like. a house??? fortress????? and the boss is so surprising and scary!! not to mention the boss theme is my favorite from twilight princess. it’s just such a solid entry into the series of dungeons in an already-packed game. amazing

#6 - shadow temple (ocarina of time)

it’s so hard to pick when it comes to ocarina dungeons, but for purposes of exposition this has gotta be It for me. i actually would have loved if the spirit temple had revealed more of the gerudo history in the way that this dungeon, thru little more than environmental storytelling, shows us a side of hyrule and the sheikah that we didn’t ever think we’d see, but this is the one that actually pulls it off. and it’s scary!! dead hands and wallmasters and redeads are all some of the staple enemies in the series that actually scare people and i get scared every time i come in here. i mean there are ACTUAL TORTURE DEVICES. WE WALK ON PILES OF BONES. THIS GAME IS RATED E FOR EVERYONE?? idk what to say about the shadow temple that hasn;’t been said already but my little teenage goth ass loved it and i still love it today.

#5 - temple of time (twilight princess)

NOSTALGIAAAAA. CATHARSIIIISSS. i feel like so much of tp relies on us being nostalgic for oot, it’s basically a spiritual remake, and even though i’ve played tp thru more times than any other game except oot (on BOTH consoles...i’ve yet to do the wii u version) i feel like it’s valid to say it was boring because we had seen this before. except we HAVEN’T seen this before!!! there was no “light dungeon” in ocarina. there was supposed to be and they had to cut it. so to like, go back, and see it in these updated graphics, to put the sword back in the stone one more time, and then ALSO get to finally complete the dungeon after, what, almost a decade? so fucking good. the boss was even another version of queen gohma, which was even better because as kids my brother and i were literally so scared of her we had to get a grown-up to beat her for us. and now, with the updated graphics, the spider was very scary again. absolutely wonderful thing to relive <3

#4 - hyrule castle (twilight princess)

ok, as final dungeons go, it doesn’t get much better than this. hyrule castle’s theme slowy being overtaken by ganondorf’s theme, getting to hear that moblin guy talk, your friends coming to your aid as you brave the trek up the tower, and OH YEAH the fucking. dead soldiers pointing your way to the bad guy. this one really evoked a lot of the feelings and memories from scaling ganondorf’s tower in ocarina of time, which it was supposed to do, and felt like what that might have been if they’d had more power in the game engine, you know? the further up you go, the more it feels like you’re REALLY carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders. i mean the DEAD SOLDIERS.

and the BOSS. it sucked that ganondorf came out of nowhere in tp but possessed zelda and everything was SUCH a nice touch. the end of the game was so good and dramatic, down to the rain-and-lightning fight in the field at the end. WHAT a finish.

#3 - a tie between vah ruta & vah medoh (breath of the wild)

ok, i’m cheating on this one a little because aesthetic-wise the divine beasts are all pretty similar and i really just could not choose. when i first started playing botw and i heard that the champions piloted giant beasts i kind of thought it was funny, like what, like jaegers? like pacific rim? uhhh no. so like most people i hit ruta first, and man, that was the end of the pacrim jokes. when i truly finally comprehended how BIG it was. like. that it is both divine and beastly and also the size of a fucking skyscraper!!!

the reason i’m picking two is bc vah ruta was my first divine beast, and i think the music in that one is the MOST foreboding, and musically made me really understand that like. these things are ALIVE. like we’ve been inside trees and giant fish but these things are alive in a way that’s different from that, they are quite cognizant of everything happening inside them in a way that is different from how a fish doesn’t know what’s happening in its stomach, and the sos signals speak to a deep distress of the beast or the pilot or both...and like, not only are they alive, but they are ACTIVELY BEING POSSESSED. i mean mipha’s goddamn CORPSE is sitting in that closed-up bulb and her spirit is running around in the circuits and the beast has no choice but to obey the blight. it’s like a zombie from, the last of us except it’s HUGE. i thought vah medoh was a flying island for half of my file bc i could see it from that far away.

and speaking of vah medoh, it’s the dungeon that like...i think it moves the most, you feel it the most when you move it around. the music is also very frantic and melodic rather than atmospheric, and if it wasn’t so easy puzzle-wise it’d have a final dungeon feel - and it WAS my final dungeon, in both playthrus, revali is the most prickly of all the champions, so it feels fitting. so for that reason it’s hard to decide between the two! i know opinions are very mixed on the way botw handled dungeons, and i have some mixed feelings too, but you can’t deny the divine beasts had STYLE and they were so fucking impactful in a way that dungeons rarely are - i reiterate, they are ALIVE and POSSESSED and you have to free them from their own bodies - idk man, it’s just so fucking good.

#2 - lanayru desert (skyward sword)

i’m cheating a little bit on this one too. skyward sword’s overworld is very linear and full of puzzles, very dungeon-like, so i’m gonna call the section of the overworld that comprises lanayru desert a dungeon. it’s really not! but like, as much as i love the sandship and the mining facility, they don’t come close to capturing the same atmosphere as the path leading up to them. and it’s not an overworld list! it’s a dungeon list! so if we have to go with a dungeon, i’d say the sand ship, for the same reasons that i love the overworld. the way it shifts between past and present, the incredible atmosphere, and the feeling of something that used to be thriving and alive now being abandoned and dead. like, my favorite section of the entire game is probably riding around on a sea of sand except your one little circle of history in which there is water. the fact that like, you can see all these broken down robots and machines and see them come back to life...it’s like the part in phantom of the opera where the film switches to color. you know??? it’s fucking incredible.  

#1 - ganondorf's tower (ocarina of time)

this is IT, babey! number one dungeon of all time from the number one game of all time. the main lower part of the dungeon itself is pretty cool - because it’s like a victory lap of the main dungeon mechanics, plus you get one last parting word with all your quasi-dead sage friends - but i think where it really starts to shine is the spiral staircase up to the final fight. the rich red carpet, the stained glass windows, the boss rush of monsters, and all the while the organ getting louder and louder because the KING of all evil is just chilling up there and DARING you to come try it...hello??

ALSO. the fact that this dungeon self-destructs! and this is, i think, one of the only dungeons if not THE only dungeon that does! like he dead ass brings the whole damn thing down around you. i love fleeing with zelda here even though it’s technically 1. timed 2. an escort mission which should make me hate it, just because it’s so unexpected. you think the game is over and there’s MORE GAME. these days it’s not as surprising but in my child mind i could Not believe they did that. and then there’s ANOTHER BOSS. not only that the other boss TAKES YOUR SWORD. you have to FIGHT A GUY in the SWING YOUR SWORD GAME with i repeat NO SWORD in the ruins of the SELF-DESTRUCTING DUNGEON. like. hello???? best best best number one dungeon EVER!!! IN CONCLUSION:

^ text from my brother from a few weeks ago explaining it perfectly

and, finally, honorable mentions for northern face shrine (link's awakening) and dark hyrule castle (minish cap), for being the extremely foreboding place where you find out link will destroy the island and for being a truly sinister fucking version of the normal hyrule castle with STONE PEOPLE INSIDE respectively. both have really great atmospheres and INCREDIBLE background music even if i don’t remember much about the gameplay mechanics specifically and it was hard to leave them off this list!!!

anyway, tysm for sending this to me, it was such a fun thing to answer 😭 i wish i could be a cool zelda youtuber but i’m happy enough to do my little not-so-cool tumblr posts <3

#liz answers asks #paty-ofarrell #loz blogging #long post #liz's meta #??? sure #i feel like i have other lengthy loz posts that aren't tagged...oh well lol #loz posts #<<< that's the tag now #i also wanna hear your top 10 someday!!!!! #whenever you finish thinking about them <3 #sorry i tried really hard to finish this last night and then i ran out of time so the timestamp on that post looks wonky but you get the ide #anyway ii probably won't be here but i queued this to go up not in the middle of the night #i hope it's not too annoying on everyone's dashes!!!! i simply do not <3 want to put it under a cut

[domreader-headcannon-scenarios]

"You’re so weak but you have so many dangerous creatures that you CAN’T even prove the existence of but they’ve noticeably killed people?? How are you just ok with this??”

"Well duh?? As you said humans are weak, that's why all the survival instinct are there so we can get the fuck away or don't even get close to them??"

And also, what else are humans suppose to do? We are weak so our only option is to stay away and run for our lives😂😂 (Is just that Obey Me MC has no self preservation instincts)

—☕

So with fight or flight, there’s actually a third instinct, to just freeze.

It’s what opossums and deer do, humans do it as well, all animals have the instinct.

The thought is if you freeze, as long as something isn’t directly charging at you, you may seem unintimated by them and they’ll lose their nerve and stop. This also works on ambush predators, as they are less likely to attack if they know they’ve been spotted since they don’t want to have to fight their prey, though if hungry enough they will.

So MC has a survival instinct, it’s just not good for Devildom ugucff

(Person fight or flight experience under cut cw: dog attack)

So in fight or flight, I freeze, I’ve been attacked by a neighbors dog (while literally on my own property playing on the swings.) and I knew I couldn’t out run the dog, abs I was maybe 9, so I knew I couldn’t fight either, I couldn’t get anywhere safe from the dog before it got to me so I just froze and tried to make myself as small as possible and covered my face and neck, and kept my hands flat so the dog couldn’t bite me.

My mom came out and fucking SHOVED her hand into the dogs mouth, and into the side of the dogs jaw so it couldn’t bite down. I ran at that point because my mom had the dog and I knew I would be able to get away (though I was scared that my mom would get hurt, I knew staying would just put us both in danger) and fucking AS SOON AS I WAS OUT OF HARMS WAY, my adrenaline wore off, I had a full blown panic attack and couldn’t tell my sibling what was wrong all I said was something like “Mom s been bitten by a dog” and we had to call 911.

My mom somehow scared off the dog, it had no interest in her it only wanted to attack me bc it knew I couldn’t fight back so it ran the second my mom was alone with it (it did try to bite her but she stopped it.) I had a few cuts and bruises and it nipped my ankle, which lead to me walking with a slight limp for a few days, and being completely terrified to go outside alone for a while.

That dog attacked us SEVERAL times after that, I don’t blame the dog, it’s owners were abusive and neglective, I honestly feel bad for that dog, it attacked me for the last time when I was 14 and on a walk with my mom and my dog, the neighbors dog SNAPPED his leash and came after us, he tried to bite my dog and in a panic I shoved him away and let go of my dog so he could get away, my dog stayed with me though, he tried to keep the dog away from me.

My mom grabbed it’s broken leash to try to stop it, but it ran in circles around me, leading to the chain wrapping around my body and I got cut up since my mom didn’t realize it was tighten on me from both her and the dog.

My mom held the dog down, I was able to get loose on my own and grabbed my dog, the other dogs owners came out and yelled at my mom saying not to hurt their dog.

Admmitodly I tried to run but there was ice and I fell face first onto blacktop and got cut up, I had to drag my dog a quarter mile back him, he wanted to help my mom but I was terrified and though he was hurt, so I wanted to get him to safety.

Somehow my mom and dog didn’t get hurt, a few hours later, we were home and my mom tried to calm me down, then the owner came to our house, I hid because I was scared, he asked to see me to apologize and my mom obviously said no.

We had to take them to court after that since he broke my skin and caused me quite a bit of physical and mental damage.

The dog ‘warden’ (or smn like that, might have been animal control) came by to see the dog, he attacked her and sprained her wrist. They brought the dog to court, saying he was friendly. He almost attacked an infant.

I feel so bad for that dog, it’s fucking owners had it put down because they didn’t want to spend the money to get a fence, they already had a fenced in area but refused to let the do stay there.

They literally just gave up on their dog because they didn’t want to have to do any work with him. He didn’t deserve that.

#☕️ anon #ask box #ask #personal #cw dog attack #vent #idk why but i got personal

[pascalpanic]

Could you write something about submissive Frankie? I feel like he would probably be into Bondage and praise, and he definitely likes getting bossed around and told what to do because he always has to be the one in charge of the boys. He'd definitely be into someone forcing him to stop worrying and trying to be there for everyone.

Let Go (Frankie Morales x f!Reader)

Summary: Frankie needs someone to take care of him too sometimes.

W/C: 3.4K

Warnings: holy shit what isn’t in here. talk of bad mental health. talk of Frankie’s cocaine addiction, which is in the past. talk of death, specifically of Tom. Smut, 18+ ONLY. unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, babes), bondage, lots of dirty talk, “good boy” is used frequently, oral (m and f receiving), spit as lube, titty-fucking, cum eating, dom/sub elements, bottom/subby Frankie, face sitting, p in v sex, uh that should be everything.

A/N: okay I don’t write this kind of stuff that often (bc I’m a mega bottom) but I hope this was okay, anon!!

The boys love to call Frankie mom. Frankie is the one who coordinates the plans, who sets the time and the place, who is always the designated driver because lord knows the other men like to get shitfaced.

Frankie is and always has been a caring man. He doesn’t call the shots, or take the lead. He hangs back and makes sure the other men are okay first. He knows Benny is soft-hearted, more than any of the others. He checks that he’s handling things. He asks Pope if he can head any other smaller tasks. He makes sure they all eat something and stay out of too much trouble.

He’s often the voice of reason too. The men love to cause chaos, and particularly love to make rash decisions. Pope’s leadership makes the other men blindly follow on occasion, and Frankie is always the one to stop and question. Most of the time, Pope finds that he’s right. Frankie has the strongest moral compass of the group.

Out of all the men, Frankie refuses to be cared for. He bundles his emotions away somewhere deep inside and focuses on the task at hand, leaving him to unravel the knot he created of his feelings later. That’s what led him into addiction- it was the support of the other men that helped him once they uncovered the truth.

That’s what happened in South America, in the disastrous events that killed Redfly and left him with a small sum of money for a lifetime of trauma. He came home to find that his wife left him, and it took everything he had not to relapse again.

The men knew better this time, and Frankie was finally so broken that he gave in. He cried into Benny’s arms while Pope flushed his stash down the toilet, while Will enrolled him in a quiet and discreet outpatient rehab.

That was a long time ago now. Frankie returned to his normal place in the team, the voice of reason. They even respect him more now that they know the depth of his wisdom. Then Frankie met you.

You were everything Frankie needed. You brought sunshine and warmth and happiness into the man’s dull and dreary life. He was no longer living from fight night to fight night, but from the time he got to see you until the next. When you finally moved in together, the men all rejoiced too. Frankie’s energy and happiness and mood all lifted, and he was a happier man with you in his life.

For the first time of his life, Frankie allowed someone to take care of him. He allowed you to cook him meals and took naps on weekends, knowing you’d wake him if something happened. You’d shower him with kisses and affection, rubbing his aching back and working out his sore muscles. He works a hard, manual-labor job, and you treat him wonderfully when he comes home.

He loves you, more than he’s ever loved anything. He loves coming home at the end of the day to find you there, loves the way you wrap your arms around him and kiss him. It’s been months of living together and neither of you have ever tired of each other, never lost that excitement of hearing your partner walking through the door after a long day.

Frankie has softened under the warmth of your love, melted like butter from the affection and love you offer. When he’d normally come home and channel his frustrations through his hips and into his hand, he talks to you and tells you what’s wrong. He listens to his friends more carefully but allows their problems to leave his mind when he gets to see you again.

Today has been hard. Frankie had a hard day at work, his supervisors hurrying him around and giving him a seemingly endless pile of tasks. When he finally finished work, he met up with the you and the guys for a beer. All of the men had their own problems to vent about, and Frankie naturally put aside his own frustrations to listen to the struggles of his friends.

Benny’s been on a mean losing streak. Will has been having endless nightmares of their time in South America, which only brought the four men at the table down even further when he told them all of the terrible memories. Santiago was in a mean mood, shooting snappy remarks at the other men and sinking lower into his annoyance. You tried to lighten the mood, but it seemed that no one was in a good mood tonight. The alcohol didn’t change much, only made Benny weeper and Santi more annoyed. You and Frankie left after about an hour, and he sighed as you drove his truck home, removing his cap and running a hand through his curls.

“How was your day, baby, hm?” You asked gently, your hand reaching over to rest on his thigh.

“Bad, but better now,” he smiles softly. Your touch always reassures him, and the both of you know what the image of you driving his truck does to him. “Lots of shit at work. I was hoping the guys would be a mood-booster, but…” he trails off. You obviously know.

“Hey, let it out,” you ask of him, rubbing his thigh and squeezing it gently. “Tell me about it.”

So he does. Frankie tells you a play-by-play recap of his godawful day, leaving out no detail. You frown as you listen, his frustration and tiredness evident in his voice. “So. I left work pissed off.”

“I can tell,” you chuckle, bringing your hand to his and lacing your fingers together. “But it’s over now.”

He nods with a little smile, looking over at you. “It is. I got my girl with me, I have tomorrow off, and we’re headed home, far away from those fucking idiots.”

You chuckle, loving the way he calls you his girl. Something about that nickname makes your heart flutter every time. “I know something that could make your night better,” you offer in a teasing tone, raising an eyebrow at him and smiling.

He can read the context. He plays into it, grinning. “Oh yeah? How do you plan on doing that, pretty girl?” He asks, dropping your hand and rubbing your thigh as you drive.

You’re at a stoplight, so you lean across the console with a smile. “Let me take care of you tonight, baby. We need to break in those new ties we got, don’t we?” You ask, bringing your face close to his.

Frankie’s pupils widen with lust as he hears the word. “Oh, yeah, we do,” he breathes out, his pants already starting to feel tighter and tighter. “You sure, baby?”

You nod and smile, kissing him quickly. “You deserve it. I’ll be real good to you tonight, I promise,” you murmur as you press a kiss to the tip of his nose.

Frankie smiles. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Frankie baby.”

-

“Is that okay?” You ask him softly.

Frankie’s wrists and ankles tug against their constraints. He can’t move any of his limbs more than an inch before the soft rope holds him back. “It’s perfect,” he nods as he tries each of the restraints and finds that he can’t move. “I fucking love you,” he says as he looks up at you.

He’s the picture of vulnerability, fully naked in front of you and bound to the bed by each limb. His unsurprisingly thick and long dick is standing at attention, fully ready for you. His eyes hold all of his love, and you grin down at him.

You’ve never been the dominant one- not in your social life, at work, especially not in bed. But something about Frankie, about this kind and warm man, makes you desperately want to take care of him. It’s not that you get off on the ties holding him down, necessarily, though the way he struggles against them is a sight to behold. No, it’s the fact that for this moment, Frankie gets to relinquish all of the control and you get to take care of the man who takes care of you so often.

“I love you too, Frankie,” you coo, putting on your best bedroom eyes. It’s easy to slip into this persona for him, in the way he sometimes needs to be the one dominating you. “You gonna be a good boy for me, baby? You gonna let go?”

“Gonna be so good,” he nods, watching your face as you lick your lips and hungrily eye his dick. “Please, baby,” he begs of you.

You nod. “Always such a good boy,” you purr and climb over the end of the bed, settling between his legs and taking his dick in one hand. He’s so thick, you can barely encircle it with your fingers. You give it a slow tug, not bothering to spit into the hand to make it smoother. Frankie loves the friction, loves the way your warm hands move against the sensitive skin there.

“Fuck,” he shudders at the feeling, and you can feel his toes curling against your side. “Please, baby girl,” he whimpers as he looks down, sees your lips hovering just above the tip.

“Okay,” you nod with a little smirk. “Only because you asked so nicely.” Your lips take the tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it and he moans harder at the sensation.

Bobbing your head up and down, you moan around him softly. “You feel so good around me,” he shudders, forcing himself to keep his hips glued to the mattress. “Love your tongue baby. Wish I could grab at your tits right now.”

You pull away and continue to stroke him, chuckling a little as you look up at his flushed face. “I know you love them, baby,” you tease, pushing your breasts up for him to see. “How far can you move your hips? Can you show me?” You ask, a hand rubbing at his thigh.

Frankie nods and thrusts them, showing that he has a small range of motion. He can thrust them just enough up and down.

“You wanna fuck ‘em?” You ask Frankie, swirling your thumb around the tip. “You want me to fuck you with my tits? How does that sound?”

Frankie’s eyes go wide in shock, in surprise and hunger as he looks down at you. “Yes, please baby,” he nods. “Wanna feel it, wanna feel those pretty tits around me.”

You climb up over his body, straddling his strong abdomen and pushing your tits up, holding them in front of his face. “Spit on them,” you command him, and Frankie complies. “Lick them. Make them nice and wet, baby.” He does it, lavishing the soft and delicate skin of your breasts with his tongue, dampening the skin.

You smile devilishly and crawl back down, pushing your breasts together and positioning Frankie’s tip at the bottom. “Go ahead, baby. Come on.”

He slowly thrusts up into it. The sensation is unlike anything you’ve ever felt, Frankie’s hardened length sandwiched between your tits, but you definitely decide you like it as you look up at the expression on his face. His mouth hangs open in awe as he studies the image in front of him. “Fuck,” he shivers. Frankie has always been a tits man, and this is all too much.

“Yeah?” You ask, licking the tip as it comes up through the soft skin, pressing a kiss to the head. “Go on, baby. You can do it.” You play with your nipples as you hold your breasts there, sighing as you tug at the soft peaks.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he basically whimpers as he thrusts in and out of them, the soft skin driving him crazy. He looks blissed out, absolutely in heaven.

“Good boy, Frankie,” you shiver as you feel his cock twitch against your chest. Your heart is pounding so fast and hard you’re sure he can feel it against the sensitive tip. “You gonna cum like this baby? Here?” You ask him, moving your chest against him. “I’ll let you if you ask nicely.”

His brow furrows as the tip pokes in and out of your cleavage, your wet lips pressing sloppy kisses and licks to it when you can.  “Please, baby, wanna cum in your tits. Wanna see it.”

You nod. “Such a good boy, Frankie. Go ahead, cum all over me.”

He nods and a few thrusts later, he spurts his hot and white cum from the tip, crying out your name. You move your breasts against him, milking him of every last drop. You moan at the sensation, his hot cum against your flushed chest.

When he’s done, you sit back on your heels and Frankie’s eyes are shut. You chuckle a little, rubbing his thigh. “Open your eyes, baby. Look at the mess you made,” you practically purr, leaning forward for him.

It’s too much. The sticky white liquid drips off your tits, splattered all over. You look so fucking hot that Frankie feels himself starting to get hard again. “Fuck,” he shudders, his spent dick twitching and daring to get a little stiffer.

You smirk as you feel it, can practically sense his arousal seeping back in. You’ve always known Frankie has a short refractory period, allowing the two of you to go a few times in a night, but this is something else, something extremely quick and evident of just how much he’s into the moment. “Oh, baby,” you coo and stroke him softly. “Hard again already? You like it that much?”

You can feel him stiffen in your hand. The blood that rushed away with his orgasm is coming back just as quickly. “So fucking pretty. Just want you to fuck me.”

The words go straight between your legs, where the hot arousal has been pooling the whole time you’ve been treating him. “Oh, yeah?”

“Will you sit on my face?” He asks, voice broken. “Wanna taste you.”

Gulping, you want to say no. You want it to be all about him, but you can’t deny how fucking fantastic he is with his tongue, how desperately aching your clit is. “Fine. But not enough to finish. Gotta do that around your dick, pretty boy,” you coo and give his dick one last pump.

You climb over his body until your tits hang in front of his face. “Clean them off,” you order him, and he does exactly that. His skilled tongue swipes off all of the cum, swallowing it as he gathers it. After a few moments, you’re clean. “Good job, baby,” you mumble and scoot until your clit hovers above Frankie’s mouth.

He wants to grab you, wants to pull you down to him. He can’t. He shivers and waits until you finally sink down low enough for him to get to work.

He works at your clit with all of his attention, his tongue lapping against it and sucking on it. “Fuck,” you shudder, leaning against the headboard and propping yourself up with your hands. “Good boy. Doing so fucking good, ah,” you cry out and your head falls forward onto your arm.

He gets harder, you can tell, making soft noises into your dripping folds. He’s so fucking good at it, desperately eating you out.

Before long, you can feel your orgasm approaching. You push up to your knees, Frankie’s face remaining below you. “Oh, fuck,” you shiver. “So good for me.”

“You gonna fuck me now?” He asks, big brown eyes shining.

“Yes, Frankie,” you smile softly and scoot back down his body.

Before you sink onto him, you press your body flat to his and kiss him, softly and slowly. “I love you,” you murmur into his mouth.

“Love you too, pretty girl,” he shudders at the feeling, at the way your tits press to his. “So good to me.”

You have to admit, you sometimes worry you’re not doing it right. You’ve been worried this whole time that you’re not doing what he wants, that you’re being too mean or, god forbid, too gentle. His reassurance makes you feel better.

Sitting up again, you line yourself up over his dick. Sliding down onto him, you bite your lip at the feeling of his thick length splitting you open. “Frankie, baby,” you cry out, your eyes fluttering shut.

You take a moment at the bottom to sit with him inside you, to adjust. It’s all too much, and all you want now is him. “Do you want me to untie you?” You offer, though your voice is absolutely broken.

“Please, baby, wanna feel you.”

You nod and get completely off of him, getting off the bed too. You untie his ankles first and then his hands, which gravitate to your sides. Once he’s free, he pulls you on top of him again. “C’mere baby. You can ride me, but I wanna make you feel good too,” he murmurs, lining you up and thrusting up into you.

You cry out at the feeling again, your head falling onto his shoulder. “Frankie,” you whimper, both at the feeling and how quickly he returned to the one in power.

His hand lowers and circles your clit. “There,” he nods, kissing your neck. “Now ride me, please.”

You nod, beginning to bounce up and down on him. His freedom gives him more of an ability to grind against you, to thrust the opposite direction of you and make it even more powerful when he pushes deep inside of you.

His fingers work perfectly in time against you, and you can feel the little extra wetness as his precum leaks deep inside of you. His strong hips move in time against yours, lots of quiet and pleasured noises trailing from his lips. “Fuck, baby,” he shudders and presses his lips to yours, kissing you desperately.

You squeal against his lips as his dick finds the g-spot deep inside of you, pressing against it time and time again. “Don’t stop,” you beg and press your forehead to his, your sweat mixing with his own.

“Don’t think I could if I fucking tried,” he breathes, thrusting harder. “Come on, baby. Cum on me, let me cum in you.”

You nod, trying your best to hold out just a little longer. Finally, the cord holding you back snaps and the orgasm rushes through you, making you cry out Frankie’s name as your forehead remains pressed to his.

It’s never happened like this, never with your faces so close and intimate. He watches your expression contort, the pleasure on your face and it absolutely wrecks him. “G-gonna cum baby,” he grunts, holding back.

“Please, Frankie,” you tell him, kissing him for a moment before pulling back. “Fill me, please.”

He bites his lip as he shoots deep inside of you, the pure bliss rushing through his veins as your walls flutter and clench hard on him. He slowly comes down from it and his head falls back into the pillows, swallowing hard.

“Good boy,” you sigh and remove him from inside you before collapsing onto his chest, spent and flushed. “Fuck, baby,” you laugh softly, nudging his chest with your nose.

“I’ve never done that,” he admits, breathlessly, his oxygen just coming back.

“Did you like it?” You ask, your ear pressed to his heartbeat, hearing the loud thumping slow its rhythm.

He chuckles and it makes his chest vibrate. “What do you fucking think?” He laughs, kissing the top of your head. “You’re too good to me, babe. I fucking adore you.”

You smile softly. “I just… get nervous. You know that’s not my thing, being the one to tie you up and take control.”

“I know it isn’t,” he nods. “But I love you even more for being willing to do it. For taking care of me.” He pulls your chin up with a finger to kiss you slowly, lovingly. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you sigh as you break away.

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[lloydskywalkers]

Heyo! Hope your doing exceptionally well, wonderful and ur staying safe! I was reading ur little oneshots for the movie! Verse and instantly fell in love! Think u have anymore for Kai and Lloyd? (But u don’t need to listen to this, obviously hehe) Have a splendid day!

ahhH thank you, I hope you’re doing well too!! :D oh man it’s been so long since i’ve written something for movie-verse, but I’ve had this little snippet in my head for a while so I guess it’s as good a time as any (and it is, of course, about kai and lloyd bc when is it noT)

it’s a little different than what i usually write, for movie-verse? but i hope it fits the bill! (takes place pre-movie, btw)

Of all his friends, Lloyd thinks Kai is most like the sun. Not just for his codename, and the enthusiasm with which he brings fire to the team, metaphorically and far too often literally, but for how bright he is. Kai reminds Lloyd of the sun at full force, strong and blazing and staunchly refusing to let anyone hide from his warmth. An endlessly combusting ball of stubbornness and passion.

Kai also reminds Lloyd of the sun in the way that he possesses about the same amount of brain cells the sun does, which is zero, because the sun has no brain — much like Kai.

“Hey, ru—de, ow, stop—”

Kai’s petulant response strangles off in cracked pain as Lloyd hushes him, simultaneously pulling the alcohol-soaked cloth from his arm with a sympathetic wince.

“Sorry, sorry,” Lloyd murmurs, wringing the edge of the cloth. “But I’ve gotta — it’ll get infected, if you don’t—”

“Nah, s’okay,” Kai says, breath hissing out through clenched teeth. He gives Lloyd a wavering smile that could almost be encouraging, were he not bleeding over Lloyd’s faded bedspread. “Just caught me off guard, I’m good now. ‘Sides, the — the stitches are gonna be worse, so—”

“It won’t be that bad,” Lloyd promises him, cleaning the rest of the deep slashes that run across Kai’s arm as quickly as he can. The lower ones aren’t so bad — he could get away without stitches, maybe. It’s the uppermost one that scares Lloyd, cutting deep enough into Kai’s skin to pose a threat. And Lloyd has no intention of leaving Kai anywhere near in danger, especially with the reason he’s hurt in the first place.

Lloyd swallows against the thick lump that suddenly forms in his throat, trying to banish the flood of emotions that have been rising since the battle against his father’s forces earlier. Surprise, shock, gratitude—? A swirling maelstrom of a deep-seated kind of aching warmth Lloyd is utterly unfamiliar with. It leaves him off-kilter, and words don’t come easily as they usually do.

Not that words ever come easily to Lloyd, but normally he isn’t quite this stuttering. Maybe. He hopes not. Maybe he’s just hyperaware right now, after everything, and he always sounds this embarrassing.

“I promise,” Lloyd continues, yanking himself from his thoughts as he busies with the needle. “I’ve got a lot of experience, and I’ll be gentle.”

Kai watches Lloyd threading the needle with a thinly-veiled fear, but he nods, the bravado Lloyd’s more familiar with making its way across his face. “Nice,” he says. “I trust you, Dr. Lloyd.”

Lloyd’s hands falter with the needle for a moment, before he resumes sterilizing it, ducking his head. Kai sounds like he means it — Kai sounds like he means everything he says, but the way he says trust hits differently, for Lloyd.

They’ve only been a team for few months, now. Not very long at all, to form any kind of trust in the son of your greatest enemy. Lloyd’s been going to school with some of the same people since kindergarten, and they’ve never looked at him with anything kinder than hatred, much less trust. And yet Kai is here, offering him his bleeding arm in Lloyd’s tiny room, trusting him to repair the damage he only took because he was protecting Lloyd.

Lloyd doesn’t understand. He doesn’t — people don’t — but his team—

They listened to him. Actually listened to him, to Lloyd. They actually listen to him in general, have since they were all thrown together in this odd little grouping, but it hasn’t quite hit home in the way it did tonight, when he’d snapped orders at them in barely-restrained panic, Kai’s blood staining his fingers as he’d staunched the knife wounds meant for him.

They hadn’t flinched back at his raised voice. Lloyd never raises his voice — he’s learned to keep it quiet, soft, unassuming. Even the slightest slip of frustration is enough to send anyone around him murmuring in suspicion, eyes narrowing and hissed whispers of just like his father filling the air.

Lloyd’s voice had been sharp and strained, barking across the rooftop, and they’d listened. No one flinched back, no eyes widened in fear — they’d just listened. They’re still listening, carrying out Lloyd’s orders without question, and it’s — it’s dizzying, if Lloyd had to put a word to it.

Cole and Zane are taking care of clean-up — something Lloyd will have to thank them for later, profusely. Neither were particularly happy about letting Kai out of their sights, but Cole and Zane are better at keeping each other steady than anyone else. It was the right call, Lloyd knows it was. Hopes it was.

But Lloyd hasn’t been having much faith in his calls, tonight. Not after Kai went down.

He swallows, focusing on the sounds reverberating from behind his closed door. Nya and Jay are talking with his mother, Nya’s louder tones easier to hear as she laughs. Lloyd knows her well enough to catch the strain in it, but he knows it’ll fool his mother. They’re distraction — Lloyd’s house was closest, and he’s got the best supplies stashed there. No one questions why he’s the one with the fully stocked medical kit, but Lloyd suspects they’ve all drawn their own conclusions.

He wishes they’d believe him, when he says it’s because he’s worried for them. He grew up with Wu as his uncle, who picks fights on a daily basis — with Morro as his cousin, who picks fights on an hourly basis. Lloyd knows the importance of having the good kind of medical supplies.

He finishes prepping the needle, squeezing Kai’s wrist briefly in warning. Lloyd’s not usually a tactile person — not that anyone would let him be — but he knows Kai soaks up touch like a starved sponge, and Lloyd’s desperate to give any kind of comfort he can before he starts with the needle.

Kai swallows, fixing his eyes firmly on the faded glow-in-the-dark stars plastered across Lloyd’s ceiling.

“Okay,” he says, his voice tight. “Bring it on.”

Lloyd swallows, steels himself, and sets the needle against his skin. Kai flinches at the first prick, eyes squeezing shut briefly, but otherwise he doesn’t move, jaw set stubbornly as Lloyd moves quickly. For his part, Lloyd keeps his eyes locked on the stitches, his hands steady. For all that Lloyd’s made up of bouncing nerves half the time, his hands rarely shake. Never when patching wounds up. He’s always been proud of how steady he can hold a needle, and tonight is no exception.

It’s the least he can do.

Kai suddenly tenses up, a broken-off noise strangling in his throat. Lloyd’s heart twists, but he stays steady, rallying himself. Conversation — Kai likes talking, right? Distraction, he can do that.

“So, um,” Lloyd stutters. On second thought, he’s awful at small talk. But — for Kai. “The way you took down that last guy was, it was really cool. Where’d you learn that?”

Kai bites his lip, exhaling shakily before he answers. “I train too, you know.”

Lloyd’s mouth quirks, despite himself. “Not like that.”

“What, a ninja can’t — can’t get creative,” Kai replies, through half-gritted teeth. Lloyd doesn’t say anything, but Kai rolls his eyes, continuing. “Fine. When I was younger, I ah…might’ve taken a few dance classes. For Nya! ‘Cause I couldn’t let her go alone, y’know, but they were — they were kinda fun, I guess, and maybe they slip into fighting, sometimes.” His cheeks darken, and Lloyd bites back a quiet laugh.

“Nothing like Cole, obviously, ‘cause he’s an actual dancer, but — that’s where I got it from.” He pins Lloyd with a glare, that’s somewhat dimmed by the scrunched expression of pain on his face. “Tell anyone and you’re dead though, okay?”

Lloyd hums his agreement, too focused on the stitches to reply immediately. After a moment, though, he speaks up again. “I did some ballet, when I was little.”

“No way,” Kai says, sounding delighted.

“Yeah, way,” Lloyd says. “I’ve heard from a very reliable source that dancing backgrounds are useful, with ninja stuff.”

“Very reliable meaning your uncle,” Kai grins.

Lloyd shrugs. “Maybe,” he half-smiles. Kai suddenly sucks in another pained breath, but to Lloyd’s relief, it’s likely the last one. He finishes off the stitches with a well-practiced hand, snapping the end of the thread and exhaling in relief.

“There. All done.”

Kai’s eyes widen. “Seriously, already?” He glances down at his arm, his other hand moving up to touch the stitches. Lloyd smacks it away, glaring at him.

“Don’t touch. You still have to watch out for infection. I’ll text you instructions for taking care of it, and everything. Just don’t do anything, ah…”

“No ninja-ing?” Kai finishes for him, crestfallen.

“Probably a good idea,” Lloyd says, apologetic. “But it’s not too bad. Shouldn’t take long, and you can be out, uh, ninja-ing again."

Kai is quiet for a moment, regarding his stitches. Then he turns to Lloyd, who is immediately staggered at the bright smile that stretches across his face.

“Cool. Thanks, Lloyd. You’re good at this.”

Lloyd can’t answer, his throat burning. He forces the welling moisture back, looking away. Kai’s only hurt for him, and that is layered with so much more meaning than Lloyd can comprehend right now.

“No problem,” Lloyd mutters, focusing instead on the voices outside his door in an attempt to find footing again. He can hear his mom laughing at something Nya’s said, open and relaxed in a way his mom rarely is. Lloyd’s heart twists into knots.

He doesn’t deserve them, any of them. Not really.

If Kai reminds Lloyd of the sun, then the rest of the team reminds him of stars. All bright and shining, bursting with warmth in their own way. Maybe not quite at the blazing heat that Kai does, but Nya is a north star if Lloyd’s ever needed one. Jay’s a blinking constellation, scattered stars that form a complex whole much larger than you’d thought. Cole’s the kind of star you see first pop up over the horizon, blending with the oranges and purples of the sunset, like a painting you’d see in soft watercolors. Zane’s the early-morning kind of star, the ones that stay stubbornly after the night’s left, dotting the pale morning with a calm steadiness.

Lloyd would be a planet, he supposes, caught in faithful orbit around the five people who have somehow, for some reason, given him a chance. It’d be generous, though. No, Lloyd is content just to be a moon — with no light of his own, reflecting only the brilliance others give him the best he can.

Kai’s finger taps the edge of his forehead, snapping Lloyd from his thoughts, and he blinks in confusion.

“Lost you there, again,” Kai asks, words mangled through a yawn. “Where’d you go?”

Lloyd shakes his head, turning his attention back to the bloodied thread leftover in his hands. His stomach turns, and he quickly sets it aside. “Just thinking.” He pauses, momentarily lost for words. He settles for jerking his head toward the window, where the smoke trailing from their hard-won battle is still visible against the dark sky, and gives Kai a wry smile. “How much do you wanna bet the cheerleading team comes up with a new song tomorrow?”

It’s been an inside joke for them, the ridiculous songs Chen and his gang keep coming up with to throw at Lloyd, and normally it gets a laugh from Kai. This time, though, Kai is silent, his eyes searching as he stares at Lloyd. Lloyd shifts under the attention, caught off-guard again. He doesn’t know what kind of look this is, that Kai’s giving him.

“They shouldn’t talk about you like that,” Kai finally says. His voice is quiet, but Lloyd can spot the brewing anger in it. Kai’s always got anger to spare.

“Sticks and stones, remember?” Lloyd shakes his head. He’s learned, after a while, that anger changes nothing. “Words will never hurt me.”

“Words hurt when people are throwing sticks and stones at you while they yell about your dad,” Kai grumbles.

“No one’s thrown rocks since second grade, actually.”

“Hm.” Kai’s tone is a mix of thinly withheld anger and mild amusement. Lloyd tilts his head, confused, and Kai gives a huff, anger tugging loose.

“Y’know, people say that if kids throw rocks at you in second grade, it means they’ve got a crush on you.”

Lloyd knows well enough it’s a joke, but he flushes red anyways, heat spreading across his cheeks. “Yeah, sure,” he stammers. Kai laughs at his reaction, though, the odd kind of anger departing, and Lloyd feels he’s found his footing again.

They’re quiet as Lloyd finishes cleaning up the medical supplies, Kai nodding sleepily on his bed while Lloyd carefully washes the needle in the bathroom sink. Maybe he can convince his mom to let Kai spend the night, he thinks. Jay and Nya , too — their apartment isn’t very big, but it’s awfully late to make them walk home, and Lloyd is fine with taking the floor, if he needs to.

Lloyd nods to himself, resolving to ask her once he’s finished hiding the evidence. His mom’s been so thrilled about him having people over at all, he can’t see her saying no. A smile pulls at his lips as he listens to the conversation outside his door again. Jay’s rambling on now, bright and excited without any of his usual reservation. He feels a pang, wondering if Jay’s the same as him — wondering if they’re all the same, playing at muted caricatures of themselves, too fearful to let whatever lies beneath shine through.

He wonders what it means, that they’re the ones with the city in their hands, that weight on their shoulders. Wonders what it means, that Lloyd feels safer with bullets strafing the air around him and his mask on, than he ever has with it off. That Green Ninja will always, always sound better than Lloyd in his ears.

“Hey, uh.”

Lloyd starts at Kai’s voice, twisting the sink off as he turns to face him. Kai looks half asleep, but the smile he gives him is bright as ever.

“Thanks, seriously. Not just for this, but for looking out for us. You’re a good friend.”

Lloyd’s heart skips a beat, his brain latching onto the word friend and holding on tightly, tucking it somewhere safe inside his chest.

“So thanks, Lloyd,” Kai yawns, barely awake at all now, but still stubbornly clinging to the threads of awareness.

Lloyd’s got his own thank you to give back, twisted and strangled behind whatever lump’s formed in his throat, but Kai’s snoring before he gets the chance to say it. So Lloyd tugs the edge of his comforter over his friend — his friend — instead, and runs the words over in his mind again and again, like a treasured line from a book.

On second thought. Maybe Lloyd isn’t so bad. He’s only ever liked his name the way his mom says it, without any of the snapping, harsh emphasis others give it. In others’ mouths, Lloyd’s name is a curse. In his mom’s, Lloyd’s name belongs to a person.

But he thinks, maybe, he likes the way it sounds when his teammates use it, too.

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[yunsoh]

alrighty season 3 ep 2 thoughts. this post got ridiculously long so the rest is under a read more:

- literally i love every single time we see akito sleeping in this long and empty room. there’s something very encompassing about how empty it is + how the angle emphasizes it, especially when we can clearly see she’s sharing her bed 

- shigure and tohru’s moments alone are always soo so sweet. their relationship so far is very much one where there’s a lot of affection between them (which ofc makes one of their biggest scenes together during the final act feel especially hurtful even though it’s a side of shigure we’re well aware of by that point -- it’s just something that tohru up until that point hadn’t witnessed, much less been directly confronted with. but i’m getting ahead of myself lmfao moving on)

- actually related to the above love tohru asking “wouldn’t i just be interrogating him?” and “the things kureno told me make me feel like i’m looking into a deep, dark well” just ahh i do love this background progression of shigure and tohru’s relationship and how it reaches a head when they have their talk about kyo later. 

- this is perhaps unintentional but: having this shot of machi noticing yuki + clearly having some new feelings about him overlaid with/directly followed by momiji and tohru, where we still know momiji has an unrequited crush on her. yes it makes me laugh a little but it’s also fitting because at this moment in time yuki does not have a crush on machi in return + sees her only as a friend.

- it’s been mentioned but it bears repeating. why are they not progressing momiji’s height whatsoever lmaooo. funny because yuki and kyo have had gradual changes but they’re really just trying to make this growth spurt reveal super jarring huh. also holy shit he looks TINY next to haru in this shot. next

- the one kid in class asking hana to fuck the priyuki girls up but she’s like “actually i really don’t care” LMAO........ love her

- ugh i really love this moment with yuki.......... i think it’s been a while since we’ve seen the general student population (not just the prince yuki girls) still treat him in a revering way, now also in part because he’s the student council president but definitely still because of his reputation as the prince. this was something that was so deeply ostracizing to him early on in the series, and does still remind him of his loneliness -- but that loneliness isn’t crippling to him anymore, because now he does have friends who like him and who he can have fun with. 

i’m going to write a bigger post on this later probably because this is a really important progression point in how yuki understands himself to exist in his school’s ecosystem + how his self-esteem is still developing.

- additionally i just want to say that this scene isn’t yuki suddenly falling for machi, or really something to be read as mutually romantic between them -- machi i think absolutely has a crush on him at this point (because he is. the only person who is actually nice to her and considers her existence aside from kakeru but moving on) but yuki’s perception of her at this moment is heavily tied to how he thinks of himself as a friend + whether he’s a worthy enough person to befriend. the fact that machi shatters those doubts for him in such an overt way is important.

- anyways machi is rly cute here i loooove that she’s comfortable being more expressive around him even though it’s mostly out of embarrassment LMAO...... she’s learning how to display her feelings and trusts him with that..... cute.

- also of note yuki putting his hand on the top of her head which is like... he’s trying to convey that he feels they have (or are starting to have) a trusting friendship with each other but it’s like. a bit too much for machi to handle omfg. honestly this goes in hand with way back when ayame patted yuki’s head in praise which was clearly something yuki didn’t receive much of as a kid, and i’m assuming machi also rarely if ever received that same sort of praise. what i’m saying is they’re both trying lmaoo

- also as usual shimazaki’s deliveries are spot on yuki is soooo fucking cute in this scene. “what? seriously? they’re even worse than the ones i made” he’s so casual and funny with her it’s so good

- okay the timeskip to sunset makes me laugh it makes it seem like tohru and kyo have just been waiting in that room alone for hourssss

- ugh how sexy would it have been if the brief flashback to kureno + the music overlay had been cut out here. like tohru seeing the birds and then turning to ask kyo what he would think if someone’s curse had been broken would have gotten the message across just as well + i think would have been more emotionally impactful.

- tohru’s expression here though is so good just. ugh. will say this point in hers and kyo’s relationship is just so tasty because he really is her most trusted confidant but she’s also so aware of anything that could be construed as him rejecting her or pushing her away, which now that she’s getting especially wrapped up in the family’s secrets...... it’s a thin line she’s walking w wanting to protect him but not wanting to push him away bc he’s resigned to what will happen

- this visual is so weeeeeird aoghjksd the screen being framed by her bangs. what. why

- hmmmm in general idk if the flower scene hit very well. it felt kind of awkward? kyo and tohru both seemed really stiff which is weird because literally just a minute ago they were animated pretty well tbh

- this post is already so long and i only JUST started the akigure part of the ep....... i’m so sorry

- machi and kyo both handing off white flowers to yuki and tohru respectively and then we’re hit with shigure giving akito a red flower instead. obviously because akito is symbolized by red camellias + to refer back to her memory of shigure giving one to her, but also just basic color symbolism -- white being more indicative of purity and new beginnings, red being something both passionate, evocative, dangerous.

- oh we’re back to the kids. it is not in fact akigure time yet. 

- i loooove this tohru outfit so much she’s so cute in it. also ig it bears mentioning because i didn’t say anything about it last time, but the reboot hinting more directly to the audience that something bad happened to rin, rather than just her disappearing entirely, is def more overt than in the manga. that short scene of ren intercepting rin in the last ep was chronological yes, but in the manga we don’t see that happen until after we know that akito’s been keeping her in the cat’s room. so just by tohru mentioning that she hasn’t seen or heard from rin in a while, we’re clued in that something bad to her must have happened because of ren. which i don’t think is a bad decision honestly -- since ren is set up as the antagonist for this season, it might make viewers assume that ren did something bad to her, only for it to be revealed that it was akito and that akito is still becoming more and more unhinged. but that also ren is unhinged. disasters.

- “i’m sorry, i’m afraid i do have parents” this rly is just the mid-20s mood isn’t it

- mitsuru fucking hissing at shigure i cannot

- nakamura’s acting during this phone scene is so goooood oh my god. the LOATHING. honestly this alone just makes me crazy abt the insanity that is akito + kureno + shigure like jesus christ. 

- kureno’s pitiful little “nii-san” after shigure obliterates his entire life. there we go

- honestly it’s funny how shigure’s expression looks when akito yells at him for sleeping with ren because for a moment it looks like he has NO idea what she’s talking about but then. nope. he fucked her mom.

- do like the little detail of akito pointing as she tells shigure to get out, but when he leaves he just turns in the opposite direction. like truly he has never followed orders to the t once in his life.

- this shot of ren is so fucking absurd oh my god. pls get ur male gaze directing out of here.

- “i... thought you forgot” man the way this is delivered feels really striking. i think because akito is never caught off guard in a way that surprises her in such a quiet way, or in a way that leaves her plainly vulnerable. like her vitriol towards him has to do with the fact that she feels he’s abandoning the bond they used to have (and ofc they bond they have through the curse), and that memory of him does act as a linchpin. 

- it’s primo bitchy shigure hours. primo akito meltdown hours.

- this shot is soooo foreboding wow. straight up darkness. tho i kind of wish this shot was used instead for the “i want to crush her to a pulp” line, or at the very least that the shot for that line was just framed differently

- god they’re so fucking awful for each other. purely just a disaster duo. shigure taking control of the conversation + dismissing akito’s meltdown and emotional manipulation leaves akito feeling the only way she can have control over him is through seducing him since no other method works. the convo that has with her accusing him of sleeping with a lot of other women + her not knowing how to handle the fact that he slept with ren, and ofc the convo it has with her misogyny and how she views herself. they have this really vitriolic push and pull for control because akito doesn’t know what to do when she loses any control at all, and shigure’s grasping at what little control he can have considering how their power dynamics work with the bond -- walking away when she’s being manipulative, refusing to coddle her. like shigure’s wish for them to be on an equal playing field without the curse is a pipe dream because their relationship is just so, so damaged as is and is so heavily informed by what has already happened between them. takaya why did you have them end up together for realsies why did you--

- what is with the reboot team making akito break down the walls and doors all the time lmfao. bro the structural damage caused by this little 90lb disaster.

- i think i understand why they took it out (like maybe it would have been too overt with how they’ve set up the audience to expect something bad happened to rin after running into ren) but man they really just didn’t adapt one of the most haunting parts of the series huh. like this shot of rin being trapped inside the cat’s room right beside shigure thinking “i’ll be waiting for you” maaaan man!!

- okay addendum: apparently she is in the room. in hindsight i did notice this but it did not register as a person because i thought it was just a glare on the window 😭

#fruits basket #fruits basket spoilers #holy shit this post is long i'm so sorry LMAO..... i had so much to say

[letthefrogsbe]

remember when I was gonna write that parkner fic?

cool so I've decided I'm gonna, but because I cannot write for SHIT and I hate my writing every time I see it, ill just share my outline of what I have so far. its not coherent. sorry. 

Section one: aunt may dies. It’ll be like “it's been 3 months. 3 months since May was shot. 2 months and 3 weeks since she died.”

Something like that idc. Basically this section will base around peter living tony, because he’s not doing well, and he is only 17- which is not actually old enough to be on your own after something like this. Setting is established, with cameos from dr strange (who tony is dating and lives with (yeah bite me, this is my fanfiction i can make it what i want.) it will be made obvious that this takes place after endgame, which also means that tony is Not going to die. I’m not that mean lmao. The avengers are like largely together, there was not as much death in this as there was in endgame. Whatever. Everyone is very nice to peter because they know that for him its either this or him becoming a ward of the state so like.

Section two: harley gets kicked out. His mom finds out that he’s gay (from gossip sources idk) and kicks harley out. Im not going to write them having a big fight like in the moment, but harley will recount what happened somewhat to tony in this section, and then more to peter later in the story. Gay ppl trauma dump, we know this. Okay anywaysss so harley calls tony literally sobbing and like freezing fucking cold. IM SORRY IM BEING SO MEAN TO THEM I PROMISE THEY'LL GET A HAPPY ENDING. Okay. harley explains how his mom kicked him out. Tony asks why, harley says something like “she didn’t agree with my lifestyle choices” like bitterly. Tony is a good person in this (i know, im really taking some character liberties) and he’s in the mood for collecting strays apparently, so he has happy send over the quinjet. He can’t make it himself bc hes in fucking japan or something for the next few weeks,, but. Yeah! Tony also calls peter, who is presumably in bed and feeling depressed. “Hey pete. How ya feeling? Any better?’ ‘Not really, tony. Sorry.’ ‘you don’t have to be sorry-’ ‘damn tony you sound like my therapist.’ “sorry pete, but i do have something to tell you- you know harley?’ ‘only from what you’ve told me about him, but yea. He was the tennessee garage kid, right?’ ‘i mean. Yes. so- he’s gonna come stay with me for a while too- it might not be permanent but it will probably be a bit. He’s about your age, and he just has no where to go (just like u). He’s not going to stay in your room or anything, but with bruce and thor here, he will be in your apartment area.’ ‘okay tony.. Will i have to talk to him a bunch?’ ‘not if you don’t want to- i already warned him about you, so it should be okay. I wouldn’t worry so much pete- you guys are so similar in a lot of ways that i wanted to introduce you two long before he called me.’ ‘okay tony, i trust you. Thank you again for letting me stay with you :)’ (yeah that kind of got away from me)

Section 3: build up. this is a shorter section. Harley and peter are gonna meet in section 4. This section is harley’s jet ride (with an intuitive happy) and harley’s nerves about how he really isn’t worth this (i mean hes pretty intimidated tony sent a private jet just for him) and happy like reassures him. Hes still insecure though. Peter is also nervous bc what if harley doesn’t like him? What if he doesn’t like harley?? Tony did say they would get along, but peter hasn’t really been himself recently, so who knows? Yeah lots of that. I do want to emphasize though- peter is not completely unhealthily coping. Like he has a therapist and he has been reaching out to ned and mj, but its still an open wound for him. Obviously. He still has a sense of humor though, but its to cover these deep insecurities. Like the first month or so that he was with tony, he was reallllyyyy trying to not get close to him bc he sort of thinks he kills everyone around him. Like logically he knows this isn’t true, but he does really think the that non superheroes that he surrounds himself with are very at risk if they know about his spider-man-ness. The only people who know now are ned and mj (may knew too).

Section 4: the meeting of harley and peter. Keep in mind peter has been living in this apartment/area of stark tower for about 3 months now. He actually moved in while may was in the hospital because he couldn’t stand to be alone in the apartment when he knew why may wasn’t there. And um. Yeah. so peter is like comfortable in this space, basically. Also- the reason theyre in the same apartment is because stark tower was not really created with the idea of housing broken orphans in mind, so it only has a certain amount of residential space. Thor and bruce are currently staying there together (although no one really knows if theyre together, or if theyre just best bros who went through some extreme trauma together and are now inseparable. Hmmm wonder if thats gonna come up later) and theyre using one apartment, and happy lives there with his own apartment, and tony and stephen are currently sharing the penthouse, even though thats not public knowledge. Really only the people close to tony know that he’s dating stephen. So. this leaves just the one other 2 bedroom apartment for peter and harley. It has one bathroom, and the bedrooms are connected by a door but theyre pretty big so like. Theres a kitchen, a living room with a fancy ass tv, and a really pretty view (with a balcony bc <333). May died in march, peter got leave from the school in april, and it is now the middle of june btw. Tony is now peter’s official guardian (he was before may died anyways) and now has sole guardianship over him which he has fully accepted, even though peter and him both know that there are going to be times where he has to go out of town bc he does own a company after all. Times like right now. Harley is pretty nervous that tony isn’t going to be there to greet him and that he is going to have to like introduce himself to peter and everything. Cmon, theres no reason to feel like that, he’s the one intruding after all, he should at least be able to handle himself. (<--- harley’s thoughts). Yeah so theyre insecure super cool. A n y w a y s so peter was stressing about harley as he arrived, and so when harley walked in they were both complete bundles of nerves. Harley walks up but knocks. Peter actually jumps (bc spidey sense okay whatever) and goes to get the door. Oh my god these awkward teenagers i hate them so much (i love them). Peter kinda looks like shit, sorry king. He was a little bit crying earlier, then tony called and he switched into stressed out ball-of-anxiety mode. Distractions are good, its okay. Peter opens the door for harley and they like introduce each other all awkward (again sorry) and peter shows harley where he is staying. Harley doesnt really have muchhhh bc he was kicked out and all. He just has a suitcase full of clothes, his favorite blanket, his favorite stuffed animal (yeah whatever bc ofc he does) and his phone/charger. He sets all his stuff down at once. He thanks peter for letting him stay in his apartment and also said sorry. First thing peter noticed was harley’s accent. Stfu. peter asks why harley’s here- ok. Harleys had a long ass day. Too fucking long. He- he breaks down. He tells peter a lot. About how his mom found out that he was gay, and how she told him never to come back. Yikes. Anyways, this is establishing the beginning of their relationship as friends. Peter is there for him even though he doesn’t know him at all. Peter sees some of himself in harley in this moment, even though he’s not talking about himself yet. Eventually harley does ask about peter, and they really just get to know each other really quick. They have these deep scarring individual traumas, and neither has nearly recovered, but they find comfort in just knowing that theyre not alone in their suffering. At least for now. At least in this moment.

Section 5: the next day. Peter and harley spent that whole night talking about what they were going through. Peter said good night at around 5 am (there were no adults around they can do what they want to) and they both got good sleeps. In peter’s case, one of the first solid nights he’s had in a while. Harley was kept up a little longer after peter left, however, because he just couldn’t shut off his mind. It was really cathartic for him to just lay everything out there and for someone to just accept him. Peter told him he was bi, but he was.. Lucky. He had accepting people in his life. May was accepting. God, harley couldn’t fathom having lost everyone in his life, everyone he ever cared about, and still having the heart to sit and talk with the dumbass anxious gay kid who can’t go home anymore. His problems felt so small compared to peter’s, and all he could do was admire peter’s resilience and how he was seemingly able to bounce back from anything. God, peter was something. He couldn’t wait to get to know him more. With that thought circling in his head, he finally went to sleep at oh shit 6:30 am. Peter woke up around 1. Harley at 2. When harley woke up, peter was watching tv and eating cereal on the couch and he just sat down next to him. No words, just sleepy children being sleepy. They stayed like this for like an hour when someone knocked on their door. Enter stephen strange!!!!!!!!!!! Get excited people. Hes just coming in to check on them bc tony told him to, and he didn’t get the chance last night bc he was _busy_. K so now he’s here and hes awkward and he just wants to make sure these boys r okay bc theyve both been through too much recently, and it would be just the cherry on top if they didn’t get along. Him and harley had never actually met before so he like introduced himself and all that. Offered like if they needed anything he was there, and its only gonna be a few days until tony gets back (did i say a week earlier? Im retconning that bc i cannot find it in my writing so it is now retconned). Peter and harley just have to sort of explain to dr strange that theyre getting along gREAT and there is no need for concern….. And peter was even thinking about showing harley around the city a bit that night (something he had not yet told harley, but wanted to make it seem like he was doing well and not acting too depressed in front of Dr. Strange) so dr strange is like yeah !!!!!! do that, that sounds super fun petey !!!!!! and so now they have evening plans

ok ps I wrote this like 2 weeks ago and completely forgot I posted something on Tumblr about this fic idea, and so this is literally just how I talk to myself. was not gonna ever post this but then I decided to because I'm bored. there are more sections but I'm not gonna post them rn because this post is really fucking long already!!!!

#hope this is marketable?? #sort of just wanted to share my 4 am writing tbh #it doesn't make sense just go w it #parkner #peter parker #harley keener

[enchanted--realm]

When Calls the Heart Live Rambles

Season finale, s8 ep12 The Kiss

So this was such an awful finale. Everything leading to this moment made absolutely no sense. Before we get into the whole thing, let's start at the very beginning, a very good place to start *sing like Julie Andrews*

Noooo, Henry is leaving!!! I kinda suspected this already, but I didn't want it to actually happen. Man, when Abigail left she really dragged everyone else with her: Cody and now Henry *le sigh*

Clara running to Jesse when he arrived was so sweet.

I wish Faith were leaving instead of Carson.

I absolutely love Rosemary and her newspaper business. And finally Elizabeth apologized. Goodness.

Now the triangle. I need to do this very calmly or else I will explode.

When Elizabeth spoke to Nathan saying she was just trying to replace Jack with him, that she loves him but isnt IN LOVE with him. Yo I just about fell out of my seat. I was so scared. That was the first time I ever doubted she wouldnt be with Nathan. But then the whole scene at the saloon between Nathan and Lucas made me think Lucas is still hesitant about Elizabeth's feelings, so maybe this love triangle isnt over yet.

Then when she opened that package where her book was and it read A Single Mother...that's when I was like. Oh my gosh she chooses no one. She chooses Baby Jack Jack and the 'the kiss' actually DOES refer to a kiss on the cheek. I thought my awful joke that I posted earlier was coming true. But then I suspected, okay, there's no way she's picking Lucas. If she doesn't feel in love with Nathan yet, then she will later in s9.

Then, the minutes kept passing by. Its 9:50pm and I'm thinking to myself 'wait a minute. Is this enough time to resolve things with Nathan?' And then I got really scared. More minutes passed and she hadn't broken things off for good with Lucas. I could only start to think that there is only time left in the episode for a conversation with Lucas and that's it.

When Elizabeth was at the school house and Robert brought little Jack with him. I was like, 'omg my theory is coming true. It is a kiss on the cheek to Jack Jack because she chooses him and to be a single mom,' then later she can choose Nathan without a love triangle plot.'

Next...

The last few minutes of the episode. She's looking for Lucas and looking very much in distress and I'm super confused at this point and also scared and slightly in denial. 'She can't be choosing Lucas?' And then I realize what the writers are doing. 'Ohmygosh she's choosing Lucas' and then I watch the rest of the episode in horror and I'm covering my eyes because I can't watch that kiss and then ew ew ew so MANY kisses yuck.

Elizabeth choosing Lucas doesn't make any sense storytelling wise, regardless of any bias I have towards Nathan. There was so much build up for Elizabeth and Nathan's relationship. A solid foundation had been built between them, something that a real relationship could grow from and become love. Whenever Lucas and Elizabeth had scenes it was so surface level. They had some connection through her writing career but even that wasnt very deep. Everything else in their relationship, the fancy dinners and romantic dates, that's really all they were. It was all just romance and the feelings of love without having any true depth of feeling. And not once did Lucas or Elizabeth ever mention the word love with each other.

And what about ep2 of this season when Nathan confessed his love to Elizabeth and she ran away because she was scared? It showed how she was running from her feelings and living in fear and when she ran away to pursue Lucas afterwards, it showed how Lucas was only a crutch for her and a comfortable relationship rather than something true and real. Because news flash, loving someone is actually being vulnerable and taking a leap of faith which she would have been doing if she were with Nathan, not with Lucas. She isn't taking any risk by opening her heart to Lucas. There isnt any vulnerability in their relationship on Elizabeth's part there.

And what about the Emerson quote, about doing what you're afraid to do. And what about Nathan's cringey parallel with Carson 'I'm not giving up', and what about Allie's feelings in all this and her wanting Elizabeth as a mother, and what about the ep with Ned and Florence's wedding when Elizabeth starts to take her own advice about not living in fear and that we can't let fear stop us from missing out on life's greatest joys? I'm sure there's lots more too that I'm missing here but that's what I could think of just at the top of my head.

Also, Nathan was saved that day he didnt go on the mission at Fort Clay. He was saved for a reason and now for what? For a Lucas ending? They totally filmed two versions of the ending and then decided last minute who she should end up. It actually makes sense too because when she first talks to Lucas, what? She's gonna confess her love to Lucas in the middle of a crowded cafe? As if! She was gonna break up with him there. She really was there just to see Minnie. They had the scene interrupted so that it could sort of make sense with whichever ending they wanted to decide upon later.

I'm so annoyed with the writers. They obviously did this for shock value. There are so many tv shows that do this but an audience doesnt watch a show for shock, they watch it for the story. Just bc something is shocking doesnt make it good storytelling. Shock value is only good when it makes sense upon looking back. This does not. A good story can usually be predicted by the audience actually. From what I've seen on social media, it seems that the majority of viewers wanted and predicted that Elizabeth would be with Nathan. This is for a reason. A good story sets up the relationship and gives clues and leads the viewer along to grand reveal later. It all makes sense to the audience. It's suppose to be a good story and an enjoyable ride for the audience. A show shouldnt be written as the season is happening, everything should be concluded or at least have a very clear ending to work towards. I hate how writers just decide to change things in an instant because then all the moments prior to the present episode make no sense and it was all for nothing.

This finale literally made me sick to my stomach. They did this story so dirty and I'm also upset that now, the actress who plays Allie, she probably won't be in the show much anymore which is a real shame because she was pretty good for a child actress and I just like to support the youth coming into their own.

I am not going to watch s9. Catch me fulfilling my heartie needs on fanficiton.net and also, I pray that we get leaked footage of this Elizabeth chooses Nathan ending that I am sure was filmed. Also the episode was called 'The Kiss' which is very vague and not specific to either relationship. Which is another hint to the writers leaving things open so they could make last minute decisions on who they wanted her to choose.

So disappointed. From what I see on twitter and everywhere else on the internet, this show will tank next season because no one will watch it. Lori Loughlin really said if I go down then the show goes down with me.

Jack died for this????

#when calls the heart #wcth #when calls the heart live

[gra-sonas]

What do you think would have happened if pll and rnm would have cross over ( the characters) ?

I can’t speak for the other PLL characters (I’ve never actually watched the show apart from most of Tyler’s/Haleb’s scenes), but this is something I sent in as a question for Tyler for the Pretty Little Wine Moms podcast!

In Rosewood/#PLL, Caleb had to deal with some pretty bad people, in #Ravenswood he had to deal with the supernatural. How would he handle traveling to #RoswellNM and finding out 👽s are real? And how would Caleb and Alex get along?

I really hope that they’re going to ask him the question (or one like it) and we’ll get an answer from Tyler himself. 🤞

As for myself, I think Caleb coming to Roswell would be super fun. Thanks to spending time in Ravenswood, he’s experienced in handling paranormal/supernatural events. I think he wouldn’t be too surprised to find out that aliens exist. 

~*~

Caleb and Alex meet at some IT/hacker conference, both stopping in their tracks when they realize how much they look alike. Caleb manages to play it cool, but Alex is freaking out internally. What kind of fucked up alien conspiracy is this, he thinks.

It takes Caleb quite a bit convincing that he’s in fact a real person, that he’s not some weird clone, and that he wasn’t set up to meet Alex. Once Alex has performed a solid background check, he relaxes a bit. They go out for a drink that night (being hit up several times bc people would love to “fuck with the pretty twins”) and they get along splendidly. So splendidly in fact, that at the end of the conference, Alex invites Caleb to come and visit him in Roswell. 

When Caleb and Hanna (and their son Aidan) arrive in Roswell, they fit in with the pod squad crowd right away (Isobel and Hanna become best friends on the spot, and Aidan is instantly smitten with Rosa, who’s at first slightly irritated, but enjoys being “the favorite aunt” very quickly). 

Only Michael’s a bit weirded out at first. Caleb really looks so much like Alex, but after a while, he relaxes. Caleb is very much his own person, and while he’s pretty damn gorgeous, he’s no match for Alex’s good looks (in Michael’s humble opinion). He’s also ridiculously in love with his wife and kid, and Michael decides to just roll with it.

Shortly before the Rivers/Marin family is about the travel home, Caleb pulls Michael aside.

“Don’t you think it’s about time you propose to Alex?”

Michael is startled. He’s been getting along with Caleb quite well, but they haven’t talked all that much, and for sure not about something personal like his relationship with Alex.

“No offense, but I don’t think that’s any of your business, Caleb.”

“I know, Michael, and I apologize for being so blunt, but we’re leaving soon and we didn’t really have a chance to talk.”

Michael nods. “Apology accepted. Still none of your business.”

“You know, when Alex and I went out for a drink that night at the conference, we got hit on several times because people thought we were twins. You know what Alex said every time?”

“He said no, obviously, but I know that.”

“Michael, he didn’t just say no, he said ‘I’m engaged’ or ‘I have a fiancé’ every time, while I showed people my wedding ring.”

Michael is stunned and is voice a mere croak when he speaks again.

“Engaged?”

“Michael, he talked about you almost nonstop that night. How much he loves you, how happy you make him, and how he hopes that things will calm down enough one day for you two to have your happily ever after. But you know how things are, they never really calm down. So why not just ask him now and marry him? You two are amazing together.”

Caleb smiles at Michael and squeezes his hand. Michael swallows around a huge lump in his throat.

“Oh, okay, that’s interesting. I mean, that’s good to know. Not that I didn’t know. That he loves me, I mean. I just never dared to hope that marriage would be something he’s interested in.”

“Believe me, it’s something he’s definitely interested in. Talk to him. He’s told me a bit about your story, and how hard it’s been for you to start communicating. But take it from someone who almost fucked up the happily ever after with the love of their life: talk to him, and marry him. You won’t regret it. Marrying Hanna’s been the best decision I’ve ever made.”

Michael pulls Caleb in for a quick hug.

“Thanks, man, I really appreciate your advice. Guess it’s time to unearth the box with the ring from the bottom drawer at the Airstream.”

“You have a ring for him and haven’t proposed yet?”

Michael blushes and looks sheepish all of a sudden.

“I bought this ring more than a decade ago. There never seemed to be the right moment to ask him.”

Caleb’s eyes, so similar to Alex’s, are soft and Michael’s sure he spots a tear in one corner.

“Oh Michael, please go get that ring, and then get your man. I expect an invitation to the wedding!”

“I can’t promise you that, if he says yes, I’ll insist we get married right away, but you’ll be invited to our one year anniversary party I’m sure Isobel will insist on hosting next year.”

Caleb laughs.

“I really like the way you think, Michael. I wish you and Alex all the best and all the happiness.”

Michael winks at Caleb and walks back over to Alex who looks at him, one eyebrow raised in question.

“What was that about?”

“Oh, nothing, he just gave me some interesting advice. What do you think, should we bid our goodbyes, get takeout from the Crashdown and make a trip out into the desert for some stargazing?”

Alex’s smile softens and he leans forward to kiss Michael.

“I’d love that.”

An inexplicable calm washes over Michael in that moment. He’s no longer afraid to propose to Alex because he knows that Alex will say yes.

They say their goodbyes, drive by the Crashdown where Arturo hands them a large picnic basked (Alex winks at Michael when he’s about to ask “I messaged Arturo while you were busy saying goodbye to Aidan.”), and they’re on their way. They stop at the junkyard, where Michael retrieves the well worn dark green velvet box from the bottom drawer at the Airstream, and drive out into the desert.

It’s been a beautiful day, and it’ll be at least another hour before the sun will go down. Michael takes the two folding chairs from the back of the truck (Alex laughed when Michael had shown him the chairs but Michael’d been unfazed “We’re not getting any younger, Alex, they don’t take up much space and we’ll be so much more comfortable.” He’s been right, of course.), unfolds them and places them side by side, facing the sun. Then he puts the picnic basket in front of them and gestures at Alex to sit down.

Once Alex sits, Michael pulls out the velvet box from his jacket pocket and drops down on one knee in front of Alex. Alex’s eyes grow wide and there are tears glistening. 

“Alex Manes, will you do me the honor of going to the court house first thing tomorrow morning and getting married to me?”

Alex laughs (and cries a little at the same time), bends forward and throws his arms around Michael’s neck. He kisses Michael’s face over and over until their lips finally meet. “Yes, a million times yes,” Alex whispers into Michael’s mouth, and Michael feels like he’s about to burst into a million pieces, he’s so happy.

They kiss for a while, reveling in the knowledge that they’re about to take another important step together. When Alex finally pulls back, he looks so happy, Michael can barely believe that he’s the reason for it.

“Please, show me the ring, Michael.”

Michael hands Alex the box and Alex runs his fingers over it. The box looks like it’s been through a lot. Like Michael’s been holding it quite often. Alex swallows.

“Michael, for how long have you had this?”

Michael squeezes Alex’s hand.

“I bought it the day you left for basic training, right after my release from jail. You remember, Kyle’s hub caps?”

“Oh, I remember. I was furious with you because of that for way too long. But Michael, you bought me a ring. On that day. Even though I left. I had no idea.”

Michael can barely stand seeing more tears form in Alex’s eyes. He takes the box from Alex, opens it, and takes the ring out. It’s a simple silver band that reflects the sun beautifully. Alex is mesmerized. Michael lifts the ring and show’s Alex the engraving on the inside.

A + M ♡ forever

it reads. Alex swallows when he thinks back to the broken boy Michael was a decade ago. And yet he bought this ring and got it engraved with what amounts to a love confession and a vow in equal measure.

“Michael, this is the most beautiful, precious gift you could’ve made me. It took us so long to get here, but we made it. Through a thousand ups and downs, through trauma and heartbreak. And yet here we are. A bit older, a bit wiser, and even more in love than we were a decade ago. I can’t wait to marry you tomorrow and call you my husband for the rest of my life. I love you.”

Michael slips the ring on Alex’s finger and kisses it. It fits and looks endlessly perfect on Alex’s beautiful hand. They are both crying now, kissing and laughing and hugging. It takes them a while to calm down. 

They spend the evening out in the desert, they spend the night in their bed in their house, and the next morning they head over to the courthouse and get married. 

When Alex puts one of his old silver rings on Michael’s finger (no time to buy a new one before the ceremony), it looks like it was made for Michael’s hand. They decide that they won’t buy other rings, the ones they have being a perfect echo of their past, and a beautiful promise for their future.

***

Caleb’s phone beeps to notify him of a new message at 11:07am the day after they left Roswell. Hanna’s driving, so he pulls out his phone and checks his messages. It’s from Michael. A photo of two hands clasped together, silver rings reflecting the sunlight. The message is short.

Best decision I’ve ever made! Thanks again, and see you next year!

#nonnie asks #sorry this took so long to answer #but somehow there was a fic in this one #malex #alex manes #michael guerin #caleb rivers #hanna marin #the crossover no one asked for #malex fic #rnm fic #my fic #long post is long #sorry for the lack of a read more

[jay-and-dean]

Frozen Sleep

(Dean x Reader)

This is a request by @acklesterritory​ :

So I'm just wanna take my chance and request a Dean x Reader imagination where the reader got hypothermia and Dean had to rescue her and take care of her all by himself bc there is a scary storm out there and Cas is somewhere else doing angel stuff. And all he got as help is Sammy who's arm is already broken in the last haunt. All angst and fluff. May I ask? 😍

Words :  4.4 k

Warnings : Hurt reader obviously. A hint of Angst. Fluff. Fluffy Smut.

Words : 2.4 k

Note : I wanted to do this one  because I do have a condition that makes me have hypothermias easily and so I really hate cold.

This is written both on Reader and Dean’s Pov

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Reader’s Pov

             One step after the other. One step after the other… One step…

Dean is so strong, look at him, his footsteps crush the snow like it was nothing, when it’s basically biting my legs with each movement.

           He’s holding my hand and it’s the only part of my body that is not horribly painful. The wind is made of needles, each snowflake that touches me feels like somebody was beating me up… And right now, thousands of them are harassing my body all at once, every second.

           He walks too fast… And his legs are so long, how am I supposed to follow ?

           Sam tells him something but I can’t hear it… the wind is deafening and the pain… It’s screaming in my ears.

           Dean turns toward me, but I can’t see him clearly because of that darkness everywhere, or is it in my eyes ? Even the threatening white of that harrowing snow is dark.

“Y/n ? Look at me… Less than two miles, I promise…”

I try to answer, to show him I’m strong, but no words come out of my mouth.

“I know you’re cold… We… We will make it okay ? You stay with me sweetheart.”

 Dean’s Pov

             Sam is right, she’s won’t make it to the cabin, not like that. Her eyes are slightly rolling and she’s having trouble to speak : Hypothermia.

“I know you’re cold… We… We will make it okay ? You stay with me sweetheart.”

Stay with me… Y/n stay with me I’m begging you.

           The storm is becoming worse, and walking against it seems almost impossible, but we have too. She has no one, no one but me. Our phones are dead, cold killed their batteries, and there is no service anyway. Sam is hurt, his arm in that stupid cast, his ribs broken… I don’t even know how he can still be walking without any complain.

“I will carry her” I tell him but he shakes his head.

“Dean… She’s having hypothermia, i-if you carry her… she will fall asleep.”

“Son of a bitch !” I yell, but the storm suffocates my anger.

           She’s shaking like she was going to convulse, her hand is so cold that I feel like tugging at a corpse arm.

           I’m so scared. I’m so angry. And I’m so cold.

           Y/n, she… She can’t die. I can’t lose her, and Sam knows that, that’s why he’s looking at me like someone had shoot my puppy. Dammit yesterday morning, yesterday morning I did it again…

“Y/n, you hold on, I need you to hold on” I get closer, wrapping my arms around her waist, like I could give her a little of my heat. I would give it all of it if I could. “Hold on sweetheart.”

 Reader’s Pov

             I wish I could feel him, when he wraps that strong arm around me, but I don’t feel anything but pain and we wear too much clothes anyway.

           I would give anything to feel him. To feel is skin stick to my fingers because of sweat, his muscles roll under my palms while he buries himself between my legs.

That’s where I love him the most : between my legs. And I never told him.

           I feel dizzy, and the snowflakes don’t melt on my skin anymore, so my lashes are covered in them. I can’t see clearly.

           What happens when we die ? I mean, I know what happens after… I have that privilege, -or maybe it’s a curse-. But just… dying. I know a man or two that actually lived that a few times… I could ask…them -I’m so tired-… if… that… feels… like… that…

“Y/n !” Dean’s voice make my heart beat suddenly too fast, and too strong. “Sammy, she really can’t walk… If we don’t make it to the cabin…”

His voice is different, I never heard it like that. He’s worried, scared maybe even, and I know him, he feels responsible, he always does.

           I want to tell him everything is going to be okay, but I never lied to Dean, and right now, I feel like I’m dying.

           I can’t. Dean has suffered so much, he can’t lose another friend, not in his arms, not again… Who will wake him up from nightmares ? Who will make him homemade pies ? Who will be here, when he doesn’t want to spend the night alone ? When he needs the comfort of caresses and kisses, when he needs to hide from the world deep inside of me ?

“I can w-walk” I say, the air ripping my lungs coming out of it.

But my heartbeats… They’re singing a song I don’t know.

 Dean’s Pov

             I can feel my jaw tremble and I have no idea if it’s cold, or that awful fear.

“I can w-walk” she mutters weakly, but after ten more steps, she falls on her knees in the deep snow before I can catch her. And seeing her body fail like this, it rips my heart in half.

“Y/n !”

I squat to take her in my arms, and let out a groan of effort when I lift both our bodies. I feel weak, and the cold is biting my legs, but I would carry her across the world if I had too.

           Bridal style, in my arms, she rests her head on my shoulder, but with a harsh shake of it, I make her move it, forbidding rest.

“Don’t fall asleep, talk to me. If you stop talking, I put you on the ground again, understood ?”

“Y-yes…” she whines.

I know she’s hurt, I know it’s so hard for her, and I want to cry just knowing how she must be struggling.

“I sh-shouldn’t have eaten all those pancakes f-for breakfast…” she tries to joke. “I wouldn’t be so heavy…”

“You’re as light as a feather sweetheart.”

Sam looks at us, that pained look on his face, he can see my thighs tetanize from cold and effort. He comes closer and wipes her pale face where snow is covering her quickly.

“People with hypothermia feel distracted, and tend to lose some memories, Y/n… Why don’t you try to focus on a memory, and tell us” he says kindly, blowing on her hands.

“Me-memory…” she whispers so low I wouldn’t have known if I wasn’t watching her blue lips. “I remember s-summer…” she starts.

“Of course you do” I fake a smile when she searches my face.

“That ghost in Tennessee… D-Dean was sick.”

“Damn rabbit food !” I grunt, remembering how bad that weird fruit had made me.

Sam wipes her face again, his good hand holding hers.

“I had to stay with you all night… Y-you w-were puking your guts…” she closes her eyes a little too long so I shake her a little, panic immediately electrocuting my spine.

But she doesn’t open them right away.

“Y/N !”

“A-and…” she continues like she hadn’t realize she passed out for a second. “Th-That was the first time I slept in his-your… Dean ?”

“I’m here” I state, almost choking on the frozen tears in my throat. “Keep talking beauty, we’re almost there.”

“What was I s-saying ?”

“That I got sick in Tennessee” I answer, frowning at Sam.

“Yeah… I slept next to you… and you t-took me in your arms.”

           I did. I took her in my arms that night. I had dreamed of doing it, and the night I finally overcome my fear of getting attached, I was sweating and smelled like vomit… I never stopped since then, I never stopped keeping her close. Struggling between the need of her and the fear of getting really involved, I kept snuggling up in her arms and pushing her away to protect her ; look where it got her.

“I wish I could perceive your smell… I-it always calms me… But I c-can’t smell anything. Or… maybe… the feathers are too heavy…”

“Y/n !” Sam calls. “Hey ! Look at me ! I have a memory I would like to share with you.”

He looks up at me, but his eyes are piercing me like he was praying to God knows who that this will catch her attention.

“Remember that night Dean got drunk and went out by himself ?”

I frown, and look down at her, begging my legs to make it to the cabin, counting in my head, if I can do three steps more, it means I can do ten, if I can do ten… Fuck why do my knees hurt so much, like ice was stuck on the cogs of it. Just like her, I try to focus on the story Sam is telling. She’s fighting so hard.

“I do…” she whines, like she was crying.

“Why did he left ?” Sam asks, slightly slapping her face now. The gesture makes me bite my cheek.

Stay with me, Y/n…

“He was in pain… I-I don’t remember why…”

I swallow hard. I was in pain because nothing felt right, because mom was gone, and Jack was gone… And I wanted her but I couldn’t do this anymore : Take her like she was mine, mark her body to feel like she belongs to me… And watch the hickeys from the other side of the room in the morning, while she doesn’t even try to hide them anymore.

Like yesterday morning, when I had to push her arm to get up and dress, when I saw the hurt in her eyes as she watched me leaves her again without a word…

“No need to remember why” Sam keeps talking to her. “What did you do that night ?”

What did she do ? What does he mean ?

“I… looked for a s-spell…”

“What spell ?” my brother insists.

“A spell t-to take his pain away…”

 Reader’s Pov

             My heart is not beating as usual and my legs are burning, like they were in flames… It’s been worse though, the pain is fading a little, or I’m just turning off… breathing is becoming hard. I feel like what Sam is asking is way beyond my strength. I just want to let go so bad.

“A spell t-to take his pain away…”

“Yes… Because seeing Dean suffer is unbearable, remember ? That’s what you told me that night. You were desperate to see him sad” Sam’s voice reaches me despite the wind.

I just wish Dean was here now… If I die and go to Heaven, I’m sure my Heaven will be him between my legs… I want that. I want that so bad. I let my head go back a little but I’m suddenly shaken…Wait… I open my eyes and see him just above me. My Dean. I could I forget…

“Now imagine the amount of pain he will feel if you let go right now” Sam says and I frown. “Imagine if you die in his arms now.”

I feel a sob escape my lips, but I’m not sure I’m actually crying, because my tears must have frozen.

“That’s unfair…” I whine, fighting against a cold that suddenly became more painful than it ever was, the frozen flames biting my muscles hard. “I can’t…”

“You can sweetheart” Dean says. “I need you with me.”

 Dean’s Pov

             Sam asked her to enumerate things, the seven deadly sins, the ways to kill a vampire, her favorite books… And she’s struggling, she’s so brave.

           My heart is in my throat. Y/n, she likes me a lot, I know that, I can feel it in the way she’s always trying to protect me from everything, in the way she always comes to my defense, in the way she comes so easily when I touch her, in the way she clings to me at night…

           But I don’t like her, I love her. Maybe she can feel it in the way I always push her away after having her close…

           What Sam said, what she said… If she loves me…

           I never knew that feeling. I mean, I keep on saying I am used to losing dear ones, but, one doesn’t get used to it. And, it was always so brutal, feeling someone slowly drift in my arms is different. Worse in a way.

And it’s Y/n…  

           My eyes widen and take a deep shaky breath.

“The cabin, sweetheart ! We made it !”

But she doesn’t answer.

“Y/n !” Sam calls but she’s not reacting to his little slaps. “Dean, we have to hurry.”

             When I enter the cabin, I stop counting my steps, and my legs let go. I fall heavily on my knees, felling the wood cut through my soaked jeans and frozen skin.

“Dean !” Sam calls, but all I can do is cling to her, and push her cheek with my nose.

“I’m okay” I groan. “Just close the door ! We need to warm her up !”

Sam closes the door and the wind gets trapped outside, I sigh in relief.

           With trembling hands I put her on the floor and starts taking her soaked jacket off, this wasn’t made for this weather. Underneath, her sweater is wet too, so I take it off. My own fingers are numb from that horrible cold so I struggle a little.

           Without asking anything, Sam takes the backpack I was carrying off of my back. Making me grunt at the impossibility of taking her clothes off more for a second.

“Y/n… Y/n… Don’t be in a coma… Please wake up… I’m begging you…” I keep calling her while I finally take her t-shirt off, leaving her pale body in just her pants and bra.

           I take my coat off and check my flannel, it’s not wet. Sam hands me the blanket that’s on the cabin’s bed, and I can see he hesitates to tell me to put her on the bed. I will. But right now, I’m not sure I can stand, and she needs to get rid of those damp freezing clothes as soon as possible.

           As I try to dress her with my flannel, I freak out : her inert body looks like she was already dead. My tears start to fall on her.

“Please baby… Help me with that okay…” but her arms fall like I’ve seen so many times on other people, less important people… “Please. You can’t leave me… I love you Y/n…”

           A sudden feeling of warmth wraps us with a comforting light. Sam managed to light up a fire in the old fireplace.

“Bring her here” he says.

I close the flannel on her body and let out a growl when I get up, just to make a few steps and fall on my knees again, cutting deeper in my skin, next to the fireplace. Her lips are blue. Sam checks her pulse while I wrap her in the cover, squeezing her tight against me.

“She’s here, she just fainted because her heart is slow” Sam says, sitting in a sore whine next to us.

He starts undoing her shoes and she whines a little when he tugs at it, taking her socks with it. That little sound is the first clue of her life, and my frozen heart starts to melt.

“Jesus Sam” I say when I see how blue her feet are.

I push her pants off, making sure her panties stays in place. Her legs are as blue as her feet, and bruises are forming on it from the blood not running correctly in her veins.

“You must be in so much pain, baby…” I whine, holding back my sobs.

           I cover her legs with the cover and my brother takes her feet between his thighs.

           Silence.

“She’s going to live Dean” Sam finally says in a serious frown, and only now, I notice how shaking he is, how soaked his hair.

“There are other blankets, Sammy, and pillows, look” I point at the couch with my chin, where another blanket and some dusty pillows lay. “Bring them all, take the blanket for you.”

He gets up and comes back with everything in his giant arms, even the couch’s big pillows.

“Your knees are bleeding, Dean” he says. “And you’re in your t-shirt.”

I nod, not really listening, she moved her face on my chest.

I push her hair, and notice some strands are frozen. So I bend my head, and put my lips on her forehead, determined to give her all my heat.

           Sam is trying to get things out of the bag, but his wounded body fights against him. He wants to give me water, but I won’t take my lips off her skin.

“We made the worst of it already, Dean, we’re only a few miles away from the Impala, the road and that diner where we had breakfast” Sam says. “We have food and water, so we will be okay.”

I’m not if she doesn’t wake up.

           All I can think of is all the times I didn’t enjoy waking up next to her. Now she might never come back from her frozen sleep, and I would give anything to come back to yesterday morning.

“I love her, Sam.”

“I know” he sighs.

“No I mean, I’m in love with her.”

“Yes, Dean, I know. You should tell her that. You will. Okay, Dean ? She’s not dead, she’s strong. You will tell her.”

 Reader’s Pov

             I open my eyes and the light seems to burn them in the corner. Something very warm is on my forehead, like a piece of ember, but soft.

           Little drops of water fall on my face… Where am I ?

           It suddenly comes back like a scream in my head, the storm, the pain, the snow digging holes to my flesh.

           Those drops are soft and warm. And my body still hurts so I’m not dead. I remember promising Sam I won’t, for Dean. My Dean. He’s cold too, where is he ?

“Dean…” I whisper.

“Y/n ?” the piece of soft ember moves and the smell of the man I love reaches my senses. “I’m here, Sweetheart.”

           I look up and he is here, just above me, tears on his face. He puts his forehead on mine and kiss the corner of my mouth.

           It’s night, it was not supposed to be night before a few hours…

“I can’t move” I say, still a little confused.

“Yes, you’re weak and I’m holding you close, look : You’re in a big blanket and there is a fireplace.”

“You’re shaking” I say. “And you’re in a t-shirt… Come in the cover with me.”

He chuckles, a few more tears reaching his chin.

“Don’t worry for me, Y/n…”

“I always do” I say, trying to move because I know how stubborn he is.

“Okay, okay…” he sighs.

           While he laboriously moves his body in a grunt, my mind slowly becomes clearer, and I turn my head to see Sam sleeping on the couch, with a too little blanket on his giant body.

“Is Sam okay ?” I frown.

“Yes… He’s just exhausted with those wounds and all, I gave him a strong pill for pain, it might have knocked him out, he tried to stay awake but he drifted at some point” Dean says, taking the blanket off of me to sit me between in legs. “I hope he’s not too cold, but I think the fire is keeping this room at a habitable temperature…”

I struggle to stay straight, so I let go my head back on his chest. He puts the both of us in the large blanket and wraps his arms around me. His body’s heat is like a bath, his thighs caging mine, his chin on my head. Paradoxically, I never felt so safe.

He will probably ignore me tomorrow, he will most likely suddenly act like we always were those simple friends, and make our passionate nights disappear with a friendly peck on my cheek ; but I don’t care…

           He grabs my weak legs to bend them against me, to make sure my feet are under the covers, and gently blows with his mouth wide open against my neck, to cover it with his hot breath.

           I can still fell the held back sobs against my back.

“Dean… Why are you crying ?” I dare, grabbing his hand in mine under the blanket.

He doesn’t answer, of course he doesn’t. I sigh and squeeze his hand in my still cold fingers, just to let him know that I am here.

“I thought you were going to die…” he whispers, his husky but smooth voice, so close to my ear. “You were frozen and… And sleeping this sleep that looks like death.”

“I’m sorry” I say, not sure what I can tell.

“Don’t be… I’m the one who brought us here.”

I can’t see him, but I feel his body contract and I know him by heart, so much I actually can picture his face in my head, with his jaw clenched, and that self-hatred darkness in his eyes.

“Don’t blame yourself…”

A dark chuckle.

“Dean… The storm wasn’t expected. And my clothes…” I sigh. “I need to buy a coat.”

“I could have given you mine” he grunts.

“Oh yeah and we both would be lying cold as ice somewhere in this forest… You saved me. Again.”

I love you.

He kisses the side of my neck and just behind my ear. His gesture is soft and pure, like it always is when he touches me, like it was meant to be…

“I’m sorry for yesterday” he says low, his lips barely grazing my ear.

Yesterday ? Is he talking about yesterday morning ? He never does, he never talks about those times we have together, almost leaving me believing they were dreams.

“I’m a coward” he sighs, and his face nuzzles in the crook of my neck.

“You’re pretty far from that, Dean.”

“When it comes to feelings, I am. You know that” he murmurs and his fingers start to play with mine. “You’re so patient and loving… Sweetheart, you know I love you, right ?”

 Dean’s Pov

             A burning feeling roams my whole body, and I know she can feel how hot I suddenly am. She was so brave, she is so brave. Fighting for her life, fighting for her friends, fighting for me when I just keep letting her down.

“Sweetheart, you know I love you, right ?”

She takes a deep breath and I hold mine, my feet bending inward, like I could cage her more.

“To be honest Dean…” she sighs and my heart falls in a loud crashing sound. “Knowing it is not easy… Sometimes I manage to convince myself of it… When you show me, when you give yourself so completely to me…”

When she says that, I close my eyes, images of her pretty thighs holding her body above me, of her teeth grazing my chest… And I feel blood rushing south.

           I kiss her jaw and she turns her head to let me reach her lips. Her skin is still not perfectly warm, but she’s not cold anymore, her body is not shaking and her lips are so cutely pink.

           When she feels my body grow on her lower back, a smile appears on her face. I know that smile.

           She suddenly starts to move, and I protest a little, wanting her to stay close to me, and away from the cold. But she just turns in my arms, pushing my legs down and straddling me, before I close the blanket around us again.

“What are you doing ?” I murmur, pecking her lips.

But she doesn’t answer with her voice. She starts opening my jeans and my eyes widen.

“Baby you just came near death” I grunt, but she grabs my cock with no more warnings or anything.

I gasp.

“Yes… I see no better reason” she smiles against my lips, before claiming my mouth with her sweet, demanding tongue.

“Y/n…” I moan when she pushes her panties to the side and rubs herself against my throbbing length. “Sam is just here…”

“So be quiet…” she whispers before sinking slowly on me, swallowing me like I was made for her. No foreplay, no games… My lady wants me.

I hide in her neck and try to muffle the moans escaping my lips, she grabs my head in both hands and her thighs start to shake ; but not that pre orgasms quake I know by heart, her legs are weak, sore…

           So I grab her waist and push her a little off me, before I bring her so close again, the tip of my cock touches her cervix.

“Dean…” she whispers, out of breath, digging her nails in my scalp, the cover falling a little without my arms to hold it. “I love you between my legs… I…” Her walls are clenching around me and she holds my head against her with both hands like it was the most precious thing. “I needed to tell you that…”

My fingers dig in her waist but I’m too tired to really thrust, so I grind. I grind hard and rub her pelvis against mine in held back groans.

           Sweat breaks through the skin of my back and the fireplace suddenly feels to be burning my jeans, making it almost painful against my legs.

           Being inside of her, even in a lost tiny crappy cabin in a haunted wood with a snow storm raging… It feels like home. Every time.

Home.

And I’m not ashamed to feel my climax built so soon, after so few efforts. Just because we were there and together, and because she needed that connection I only gave her during sex until now.

           But that will change…

“I love you…” I gasp when I cum so deep inside her, and she falls silent, wrapping her arms around my neck to hold on to me, and pulsing in a soft but long orgasm.

           She stays still, panting, and I worry I could have make her sick again, so I wrap the cover back around us.

“Y/n ?”

“Will you stay tomorrow ?” she asks putting her lips on mine in a lazy kiss and I can’t help but smile wide, her lips missing mine to meet my teeth as I do.

“I love you” I just say, knowing it contains all the answers she needs.

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