basically stories of your favourite fictional characters using the alphabet
Started: feb.14.20
Ended: apr.02.24
MOST but NOT ALL are xreaders
Shows and Movies included:
• Ninjago (2011)
• TMNT (2012, 2014 & 2016)
• Spider-Man (2017)
• TUA (2019)
•...
Here • Because he's there for you • Warning(s): mild language. • There was an extra part to this but I wanted to be finished with these set of letters. ALSO WE HIT 3K!!!💕 •
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I was freaking out.
I had a dance competition this week and I had to learn a whole new routine. It had to be in a style that I wasn't strongest in. The choreographer went over with me multiple times, and none helped me. I apologized profusely, just knowing that I wasn't good enough and that I shouldn't do the dance. I was going to pull it.
"But you can't!" My boyfriend exclaimed as he followed me to the basement. I threw my bag, on the floor, with my shoes and other pieces of clothing. "You're the best one out there."
"I can't!" I exclaimed, turning around to face him. "I can't do it! It's hard, and I barely have any days to finish it." His face softened when he really took a look at me. Did he see the stress, frustration, distress that radiated from me? He's a ninja for fucks sake of course he could. This stupid dance was killing me. "I'm pulling the number."
"Y/n, baby, what happened?" He finally asked. I didn't take notice that I was full on crying. Of course with his ninja skills he noticed there was something wrong. I didn't want to tell him but I had to now that he asked.
"M- My dance mates were laughing at me. Usually I wouldn't care but they act so nice in front of me. They said I- I can't do this...this dance and now I think it's true," I sobbed, when Cole swept in and comforted me in his warm, big hug. I melted in his arms, not being able to compose myself. I was so nice to them all the time, made sure they were within the group discussions. When I started to date Cole a few months back when I met him in an open audition for Marty Oppenheimer school of the arts. I didn't get in, but Cole and I clicked on that day. He was one of the judges but he looked bored and everyone knew of his status as a ninja.
It started with a couple of hangouts as friends. Later on became lovers. It was all so fast. People thought I used Cole but I was sure it was the other way around because that boy used me for my cooking skills after finding out that he couldn't even make cereal right. He added milk before the cereal.
Then the dance members asked if I could ask Cole to get a good word for them to get into MOSA. I always replied with the same thing, "if I was allowed I would've done that for myself." They always got angry for some reason. Suddenly, I was not invited to our weekly Sunday hangouts. Couldn't even talk to them if it wasn't dance related. Then all of this backbiting.
It got so overwhelming.
I felt his hand soothing my scalp, just murmuring positive affirmations. Did it help? I don't know. It did help my anxiety that puffed in my chest, growing until it deflated. A balloon losing its air after someone untied it.
It was all relief.
We swayed side to side as if the floor was making us do so. The comfort that I was allowed to express my feelings.
