#Falc talks

[mandareeboo]

Nimona really said no no big final boss battle we're gonna have a prolonged segment of Nimona marching through town for the sheer purpose of committing suicide and I am SCREAMING this is it this is peak cinema

#Nimona #Nimona Spoilers #Falc talks #God fuck alright #That was such a heartwrenching deconstruction of the final stakes #Yes the Director was there but wow. So wow.

[parvuls]

honestly the writing of this fic is 50% sex and 50% googling the 2015-16 season of various sports leagues

#ficblogging #currently googling: NBA games #this is actually the third fic or fourth fic where I explicitly talk about games the falcs play #and I've still not gone the extra step and researched what division they'd be in #usually my thought process goes: if the bruins played this team then the falcs could too #text

[jankwritten]

what if i posted the first chapter of Jasico's side of hockey AU today. what if I did that.....

(i still lowkey need to figure out the best way to make a post with an ao3 story in it because I dunno how to accurately grab people's attention ngl)

#i'm really tired of panicking about if people will like it or not lmao #i feel like i should've done more talking about it on here #built it up or whatever so there would already be an audience for it #and yet here i am #but genuinely i kinda just want to start posting it even though i'm not 100% happy with it #since I can always go back and edit shit later if I want to #hmmmmm thinking thoughts #omgcp #pjo #hoo #jason grace #nico di angelo #and it's already an omgcp crossover right off the bat because there are falcs and Kent Parson in the first chapter ohoho

[imtryingbuck]

Clingy

~ gif not mine credit to owner ~

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky overhears his girlfriend calling him clingy

Word count: 1243

Warnings: sad Bucky and swearing

A/N: whilst editing this I realised that Alpines a girl but just for the sake of this story we’re going to pretend she’s a boy🙃

Masterlist

Bucky had a massive smile planted on his face as he left the bedroom he shares with his girlfriend and cat; he was so proud of himself for finally mastering online shopping - he just ordered a huge cat tree for Alpine. To others it wouldn’t have been important but for him it was an accomplishment he was excited to share with his girl.

With a little bounce in his step, he was about to turn the corner to where the common room was when he comes to a stop.

“-I’m telling you Nat it’s annoying” he smiles at the voice that has soothed him to sleep more times than one “he’s so clingy, always wanting to lay on me, always following me around, trying to kiss me whilst I’m eating! It’s like he always needs to be touching me at every given moment, God he’s so needy” his heart breaks not only at the words but at how frustrated she sounds. He really didn’t mean to be clingy and needy, there was no doubt in his or anyone’s minds that he was in love with her, everyone always mocked about how he was her shadow, but he didn’t care. Being her shadow was his way of showing her that he loves her and that he was always going to be there, that no one was ever going to hurt her. 

Not having the heart to hear the rest he turns around and walk back to their shared room, determination running through his veins he was going to change. He didn’t want to lose her. The last thing he hears is Natasha laughing.

“Y/N he’s a cat! He loves you” Natasha chuckles.

“Yeah but still… it’s annoying. Because the worst part is that he only does it when Bucky isn’t there” Nat tries really hard not to laugh at the pout on the other woman’s face. It doesn’t take long for both burst out laughing.

~~~

Throughout the week Y/n notices something wrong with Bucky, it wasn’t normal for him to be out of bed before her - not anymore at least - he didn’t want to cuddle up with her anymore, the kisses were quick. It was hurting her; she was missing him even though he was close by. It wasn’t just her that noticed Bucky’s strange behaviour.

“What’s going on with you and Mr grumpy pants?” Sam asks as he hands her a fresh cup of tea.

“I don’t know Sammy, he’s been distant this past week and I don’t know what I’ve done”

“Have you guys argued?”

“No” taking careful sips of the hot beverage “the last time we argued was when I took that bullet for him and that was like what three months ago? We only argued for about an hour before we made up.”

“Wait… seriously that was the last time you argued?”

“Yep, we don’t argue about anything. Yes, we have disagreements about everything and anything, but it never leads to us fighting. But we also come to a mutual agreement on whatever we’re disagreeing with.”

“Okay okay” he puts on his concentration face on as she always puts it “have you took any bullets for him recently?” chuckling when he receives a deadpan look.

“No Sam I haven’t taken any bullets for him recently” rolling her eyes as she sets the now empty cup down “I honestly don’t know what I’ve done, I miss him.”

Standing up and placing a kiss to her temple “Go and talk to him, it’s breaking my heart seeing you both sad and mopey.”

“I will, thanks Falc”

Instead of going to find Bucky she grabbed her coat and bag and headed down to the garage, once she was inside her car she drove to the store.

The bed was covered in all different kind of snacks and drinks, her plan was to sit him down and talk then they’ll spend the rest of the night in bed watching movies and filling their faces. Making her way out of the room she went to track down her boyfriend - finding him in the gym.

“Hi bubba, can you finish up here and come with me” instantly not liking how her voice sounds.

“Um okay just give me a minute.”

“Of course.”

“Im done, where we going.?” Bucky’s right hand twitches to reach out to hold hers but all he does is shoves it in his pocket.

“Back to our room. We need to talk Buck”

He was prepared to drop to his knees and beg for her not to break up with him, promises on the tip of his tongue that he’d change and be better. Before he could utter a word, they had arrived at their room. The door was closed softly behind them whilst his head was bowed downwards finding his shoes more interesting. 

“Buck I don’t know what I’ve done wrong but I’m sorry I don-“

“I heard you”

“What?”

“I heard you talking to Nat about me being clingy and needy and annoying and I’m trying baby really I am. I gave you space, Im keeping distant because I love you and I don’t want you to break up with me an-“ 

“Bucky breath! Here sit down, focus on your breathing bubba” Moving him to sit on the sofa that was in their room, she knelt down in front of him going through his breathing exercises.

It took nearly 10 minutes for him to get his breathing under control, leaving him feeling more ashamed as always after he had a panic attack “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry” he manages to rasp out.

“I’ll tell you what I always tell you when you have panic attacks - don’t apologise. It’s okay bubba I promise, I’ve got you” taking his hands into hers so rubs her thumbs over his flesh and metal knuckles “I wasn’t talking about you that day Buck, I was talking about Alpine. He followed me and Nat into the common room and Nat made a comment, I was talking about how he only wants me when you’re not around. Oh bubba you actually thought I was talking about you?” Taking one of her hands from his she wipes the stray tear that rolls down his cheek as he nods “Bucky I love it when you’re all over me, I love knowing that I’m never alone because your always there. I have never once thought you was clingy not once! I love you Buck and I love the attention you give me and affection you show me. Please bubba understand that”

“I love you too” bringing up her hand in his metal one “I’m sorry for overreacting baby I should of spoken to you”

“Give me a kiss and all is forgiven” she grins cheekily.

He pulls her on to his lap and kisses her, both sighs contentedly as they share their first kiss in a week little pants of air leaves their lips once they detach from one another.

“I brought snacks and drinks so how about me and you get into bed watch movies, eat, cuddle and maybe some other activities?” She says with a suggestive tone with one eyebrow raised.

Bucky chuckles when a squeal interrupts him standing up.

The third film has finished, not like they were watching - to busy doing other activities - they lay tangled with one another. 

“I brought Alpine a new cat tree off the Amazon.”

~ banners credit goes to @sweetpeapod ~

#bucky barnes #bucky barns x y/n #marvel #marvel fanfiction #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky x reader #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes x reader #bucky fic #bucky x female reader #bucky barnes x f!reader #winter solider fanfiction #winter solider x reader #bucky x you #Bucky x alpine #bucky barnes fanfiction #james bucky buchanan barnes #bucky barnes angst

[seeingivy]

all american bitch

actor!eren x f!reader

**part of my method acting series

songs mentioned: glue song ft. clairo by beabadoobee and all american bitch by olivia rodrigo

previous part linked here

--

It’s increasingly warm – the atmosphere in the townhouse now that there’s nearly double the amount of people. There isn’t even enough room to sit, and you’re positive Levi must be having an aneurysm somewhere, from all the lap sitting and bodies sprawled across the floor, with nearly six conversations going on at once.

You eye them all from your vantage point in the kitchen, nursing your glass of water, as you watch all of them with your blood thrumming through your veins. 

You’re on the heels of all of it. And it’s all coming together. 

Eren joins you in the kitchen, Teddy hanging off the back of his neck, as he gives you a peachy smile. You reach forward and shake Teddy’s extended hand, his eyes nearly lidded with sleep and his cheek squished against Eren’s shoulder.

“I believe you have a song to perform.” Eren states. 

You look up at him, a soft glint in his green eyes, as you shake your head. Your request for Gabi was done…and Falco was all ready to perform it too, but the idea of performing for people outside of your inner circle, to even hint that you’re even involved in this type of thing beyond what you were planning for the award’s show was nerve wracking. 

You weren’t even sure if you really wanted to come back to all of this yet at the end of this. 

“Not in front of people, Eren. Next week…when they’re all gone.” you murmur. 

“Deal’s a deal, princess. Guitar or piano?” 

“How about my fist, down your throat?” you deadpan.  

Eren laughs, placing Teddy on the counter in front of the two of you, his head nearly lolling to the side from his tiredness. 

“You have some violent kinks, Y/N.” he whispers. 

You roll your eyes, before shoving your elbow into his ribs. You reach for Teddy, and he crawls into your arms, now drooling onto your shoulder as you rest your cheek against his curly brown hair. Eren looks down at you two and the sheer, tangible fondness in his eyes makes your skin heat. 

“These aren’t people. They’re your friends.” Eren states. 

You frown. 

“I know. I just think it’ll be weird. Imagine they all think I’m preparing to come back after the season is over, when I could damn well just go back to my recluse life after this. And what if my…voice cracks or something?” 

“Hey.” 

“I mean, recluse while still talking to you guys. Obviously.” 

Eren rests his chin on top of yours, the two of you watching Connie do some aggressive… acrobatics, if you could even call it that, with Yuuji from a few feet away. Megumi and Shoko are standing two feet away, not bothered enough to be horrified from the injury that’s waiting to happen, while Sukuna and Porco start armwrestling on the coffee table too close to their shenanigans. 

“You’re thinking about it too hard. It’s just a song. And mind you, I accidentally told Gabi you pulled her request. She’s going to be heartbroken because she’s been waiting all day.” you state. 

You glare at him.

“You did that on purpose.” you groan. 

“Well, yeah. Obviously.” 

“You’re a asshole.” you state. 

“Guitar or piano?”

You sigh. 

“Guitar.” you respond, Eren giving your cheek one last pinch before he gestures for Teddy with grabby hands and shuffles away to get the acoustic guitar from his room. 

The soft kiss Eren presses to his hair makes you smile. 

You walk into the belly of the beast, taking the seat next to Falco, tugging lightly on his hair to catch his attention from the very serious game of Go Fish that he was playing with Satoru and Maki. He looks up at you – anger pulsing in his blue eyes as you give an equally harsh glare back. 

“What’s your problem, Y/N?” Falco whines. 

“Yeah, Y/N. What’s your problem?” Satoru mimics, imitating Falco’s whine almost perfectly. 

You pull on Falco’s ear. 

“Gabi’s song. Are you ready?” 

Falco’s eyes immediately light up. 

“Yes! Yes, sorry. Yes.” Falco responds, shooting up as you give him a curt nod. 

You pull the little bench into the center of the living room, Sukuna and Lana sitting at your feet and the group of them all clumped onto the couch as Eren enters right on cue, presenting the guitar to you. 

It’s almost romantic, the way he goes about it.

Or maybe you’re just thinking about it too hard because Eren could make everything feel intimate. Even the way his eyes meet yours sends a chill running down your spine. 

Eren places the guitar in your hands, reaching forward to secure the strap around your neck and curl shis lucky guitar pick, a brilliant shade of emerald green, into your hand. The little affections he gives you before you start singing – cupping your chin in his hand, a tiny wink for good luck. 

It simmers in your chest. 

You swallow hard, as Falco pulls the little slip from his pocket, handing it over to you to read out to them. You can already see Gabi smiling so brightly in the back, her hands tucked around Eren and Levi’s as she teeters forward and back on her heels. 

“The request is…write about the bestest of friendships. Like so good that you can’t even stay away from each other because of how fun it is to be together.”  you state. 

Levi scoffs. 

“I wonder who that’s about.” he mutters. 

Gabi’s cheeks turn red as Levi and Eren continue to tease her, and you give her a warm smile, lightly strumming the guitar as you give Falco the go ahead to start. 

Falco:  I've never known someone like you Tangled in love, stuck by you from the glue Don't forget to kiss me or else you'll have to miss me I guess I'm stuck forever by the glue, oh, and you

You can’t help but watch Gabi – the way her brown eyes shine brightly at Falco as he shuts his eyes, his quiet voice filling the air as everyone intently listens.

Falco always had that quality, the ability to command a room, but it was all encompassing, searing, when it came to Gabi. 

You wonder if she remembered that there were other people in the room who could see her. Or if she was even cognizant of the fact that there were other people in the room besides him. 

You turn to Eren, giving him your cheesiest smile. 

Y/N:  You've been hiding in plain sight, and it appeared, oh I know Loving you once only feels wrong, I need you I always knew I'd find you, to be here is worth the wait to I'm not lying when I say, "I've been stuck by the glue onto you"

You hate how fucking attractive Eren can be sometimes. Eren rolls his eyes, making a dramatic display of clutching his hand on his chest as he blows you a kiss after your verse.

And after you and Falco start singing together, he’s reaching for Gabi’s wrist, the two of them doing some silly version of a slow dance together – taking turns spinning each other around, attempting to dip each other, and stepping on each other’s feet as Falco leans his chin on your shoulder, the two of you unable to look at anything, or anyone, else. 

Maybe you’re just as bad as Gabi. Probably even worse. 

Falco and Y/N:  I've been stuck by glue Right onto you I've been stuck by glue I've never known I've never known someone like you I've never known I've never known someone like you

There’s a resounding group of cheers as you and Falco finish off, Gabi and Eren running to wrap their arms around the two of you, as everyone else joins in. And in the heat of the hug, nearly suffocating all of the air out of you, you can’t help but secure your hands into Eren and Falco’s hair, leaning both of their cheeks against yours as you let that seeping warmth, the promise of their company seep deep into your bones. 

There’s the tiniest twinge of regret. That maybe, you had robbed yourself of it when this was exactly what you needed all along. But it’s almost sweet too. That the loss of it means you’ll make sure, that you’ll always be grateful, that you’ll fight to keep it this time around. 

--

Later that night, after Levi and Hange somehow pulled together a dinner for the group of you and that sweet high comes crashing down. 

You find yourself sitting across from Eren on the couch, your feet secured in his lap as you scribble into your notebook, finishing off all the lyrics – the ideas that you had been preparing for the award show. 

Eren can’t help but watch you, your forehead scrunched in concentration, glasses hanging at the edge of your nose, and the way you nervously bite your lip and messily scribble into your notebook.

He can tell that whatever it is you’re writing, that you’re going hard at it, writing so fast that you won’t even let the letters dry and letting the ink smear all the way down your twist. 

Eren reaches forward, pushing your glasses back to the bridge of your nose. It breaks your concentration, enough for you to give him a blank stare in response, before you turn back to your notebook. 

“Thanks, Eren.” you mumble. 

Eren gives you a smile in response, before resting his chin on your knees and trying to decipher your upside down handwriting. The first thing that he makes out is his name. 

“What are you writing? A love letter to me?” 

You scoff. 

“Obviously. No, we’re opening for the Institute Awards next week. I’m writing the song we’re going to sing.” you state. 

“The Triple Threat performance is usually at the end. And I’m…I’m not going to steal your moment like that. You should do it on your own.” Eren states. 

“I agree. But I sent in a demo of me singing and told them you were going to do it for the opener. So I’ll still do my triple threat performance, but we’ll do this too.” you state. 

Eren reaches forward, snatching the book from your hands, and slamming it shut. You look up at him, giving him a smile, and the sheer lack of consideration in your face – the smirk you’re giving him, it makes Eren want to kiss the attitude right off of your face. 

“Who said I would sing an opener with you?” Eren asks. 

“Who said I was going to perform New Year’s Day at my first ever award’s show?” 

Eren sulks. Leave it to you to use his own moves against him. 

“Fine. What are we doing?” 

“All in good time. Just see if you want to write a verse or something.” you state, handing the little book to Eren, as he places the pencil in between his lips, and runs his eyes over the lyrics. 

Sukuna cuts you off, breaking the soft silence in the room from everyone’s respective spots, as he frantically reaches for the TV remote and flicks it on. He’s clicking through all the channels before he stops – on Ricky and Hyla doing an interview – and gives you and Eren a weary look. 

You immediately readjust in your seat – Eren’s hand secured around your waist as he pulls you closer, until your thighs are nearly flush – as you both lean forward, drinking every word of the interview. 

“Why did you choose to release your single from your new album, Pop Princess, three days early?” 

"No fucking way." Eren murmurs.

Hyla smiles, securing her hand in Ricky’s, as you fight the urge to gag. 

“I just felt like it was a really relevant time to release it, that…that my adoring fans deserved to hear it early as a reward for being so loyal to me.” 

“What’s the song about?” the interviewer asks. 

“It’s something I’ve been thinking about for a long time, a mix of different themes that have been really present for me, in the past few years. I’ve seen how other artists and actresses have functioned in this industry and honestly? The direction that we’re going in has been so disappointing lately. Look, we all have deals that don’t work out the best for us, partnerships that just don’t end up serving us at the end – but lingering on it, years after the fact just seems harsh at this point.” 

Hyla fakes a choked up throat, sparkling tears in her eyes. 

“I just think that as women, we need to show that we can be stronger. We don’t need to throw fits about how we were wronged or feel the need to call out anyone that’s involved. It’s mature – to swallow down that anger, for the greater good of keeping good relations with people. That’s how women function, how we should always move forward. It’s almost central to it, being strong enough to weather the unfair conditions we’re given. In fact, you should be grateful that people above you are even willing to give you the opportunity to work with them, you know? That we can transcend the limits placed on us in whatever capacity.” 

You scoff. You could just reduce the limitations in the first place, so you wouldn’t have to transcend them. 

“Honestly, I think it’s a bitch move to do that. There’s a need for integrity here and using this to build your reputation, associating yourself with people who aren’t the best, being petty? Loving drama at this point, at such a big age, it’s just immature. There’s power in being optimistic.” Hyla finishes, giving a bright smile to the camera. 

They display the cover art onto the screen – a picture of Hyla and Ricky smiling into the camera as you fight the urge to gag. And the audacity is piercing, that Hyla has a silver ribbon snagged in between her locks in the picture. 

Not that you own ribbons, but the comparison is clear. The single cover is the exact same pose as the one you and Ricky did for Death of a Bachelor. 

Eren’s turn to his side to find you glaring at the screen, your eye nearly twitching as you reach for the remote and turn the TV off. You can feel them all staring at you wearily, Eren’s hand rubbing small circles into your back as you turn your head to look at Sukuna, with expectant eyes. 

“Forty-five minutes.” Sukuna states. 

“Hour and a half. And I get to take Niccolo.” 

Sukuna reaches forward, clasping his hand in yours as you shake on it. And watches as you consequently jump off of the couch, dragging Niccolo to the closest room and slamming the door shut behind you. 

Eren turns his head back, leaning his chin on his forearms as he looks up at Sukuna and Jean at his side now, the two of them giving each other a familiar smile.  

“What’s happening?” 

“You’ll see.” 

--

--

Eren watches the door anxiously, and after an excruciating twenty-seven minutes, you nearly run out the door, almost tripping on the carpet, as you slam a sheet of paper onto the coffee table in the center. 

The group of them are all leaning over his shoulder – Connie, Sukuna and Lana, Yuuji, Sasha – every single one of them breathing down his neck as they read the lyrics you’ve scribbled onto the back of one of the throwaway season one posters. 

all american bitch 

Eren looks up at you, your arms crossed against your chest, as he meets your unrelenting eyes. And watches as you slam the old camcorder onto the coffee table this time, giving them all a look. 

“Who is going to record my music video?” you ask. 

Sukuna reaches for the camera, flipping it open and twisting it around in his fingers, before giving you a curt nod. 

“Me.” 

“And guitar?” you ask.

“I’ve got that one. Colt can help.” Porco responds. 

You turn to Eren, holding out your hand to him as you pull him up, refusing to let go of his hands as you hold them in the air between the two of you. Eren's looking down at you and you're unable to place what exactly it is that's brewing in his green eyes.

“You’ve got the drums, then?” you ask. 

Eren gives you a not, affirmed by the big smile you give him, as you run off to the set and the group of you follow. Niccolo plays the backtrack for them on the walk there – the rock-esque sound with your singing layered over it as he tries to memorize the counts of the beats. 

When you reach the backset, with old props lying around and the instruments half assembled, everyone gets to work putting the set together. You leave the lights on their on/off setting, tasking Falco and Gabi to flash them multiple times while you sing. Mikasa and Sasha are quick with it – Mikasa snagging an old sparkly dress from the spare closets and Sasha tasking herself with doing your makeup quickly as the boys practice the backtrack behind you. 

And when everythings well and done, Mikasa tucking your hair behind your ears, Sukuna giving you the thumbs up from behind the camera, you take the microphone in your hands. 

If Hyla Clarkson wants a bitch, you’re going to be the biggest bitch she’s ever seen. 

You turn to Eren, giving him a wink, before the group of them start playing, as you film your comeback music video. 

I am light as a feather I'm as stiff as a board I pay attention to things that most people ignore And I'm alright with the movies that make jokes 'bout senseless cruelty That's for sure

And I am built like a mother and a total machine I feel for your every little issue I know just what you mean And I make light of the darkness I've got sun in my motherfucking pocket, best believe Yeah, you know me, I

Forgive and I forget I know my age and I act like it Got what you can't resist I'm a perfect all-American 

Eren can’t help but cheese as you run around the group of them, Sukuna following you with shaky hands as you scream the song into the microphone, You’re jumping up and down, moving closer to the camera and then running back, all with the biggest smile on your face. The pure excitement makes his heart pound.

And really, it fills him with an elation he hasn’t felt in the longest time. For him and from you. Because it reminds him of you in the chemistry read, when you sang New Year’s Day for the first time, the shy smiles you would give him before you leaned in for a kiss. It reminds him why he was so in love with you that sometimes he found it hard to stop. 

I don't get angry when I'm pissed I'm the eternal optimist I scream inside to deal with it Like, "Ah" Like, "Ah" (oh my fucking God

Eren had always found it hard to not be in total awe of you. But now more so, in a glittery green desk, with your sparkling eyes, all he could do was stare. And maybe it’s a little weird – that the fact that you’re screaming bloody murder makes him so happy – but getting to see you expressing your emotions through music without being halted, without being watered down by Danny and Sareen, it fills him with sheer pride.

All the time I'm grateful all the time I'm sexy and I'm kind I'm pretty when I cry

Oh, all the time I'm grateful all the fucking time I'm sexy and I'm kind I'm pretty when I cry 

Eren watches as you heave your chest, bringing the microphone down, as Sukuna lowers his camera, before Eren nearly jumps up from his seat, reaching for you. 

You all but oblige as Eren reaches forwards, cupping his hands around your face and feeling your heart nearly explode as he presses a kiss to your cheek.

He leans his forehead against yours, the two of you quietly breathing in unison as the rest of them huddle around the camera, playing it back.

“You never cease to fucking impress me, Y/N.” 

You grin. 

“Yeah?" you ask.

Eren presses one more kiss to your cheek for good measure. He's sure he'll regret it tomorrow.

"Hell yeah."

--

--

On Thursday night, you can’t find Eren, Sukuna, Lana, or Connie anywhere. Not in their rooms or on the set – not lingering around outside the townhouse or taking a walk around the neighborhood. 

And they’re the only people that you want to see. They’re on the heels of being vulnerable, so painfully vulnerable in front of the entire world, and you just want to be there to hold their hands and be there through it all. 

You settle into the coffee table for early dinner, Jean and Mikasa at your sides sharing one of the little scones, as they give you a halfhearted smile. You focus yourself on distracting yourself, writing the song that you were tasked with for the day.

The slip you pulled this morning was one that Maki had stuffed into the little bowl earlier this morning, hence it being the one you pulled first. 

write a song about how crazy it is that you and eren made the internet explode after literally just acknowledging each other (simply iconic, i fear)

“You know you’re shaking your legs so hard that the entire table is moving, right?” Jean asks. 

You lift your head up from your notebook, shooting both of them an apologetic smile, as you place the pencil into the center of the spine and hiding your scribbled lyrics by closing the book. You shift around on the chair, hugging your knees close to your chest, as you turn towards the two of them.

Mikasa places her little half of the scone back on the napkin, brushing the crumbs off of her hand as she turns to face you. Jean seems to take some silent cue from her, you giving him a passing wave as he quietly shuffles out of the room and leaves the two of you abandoned at the coffee table. 

“He could have stayed, y’know?” you murmur. 

“I know. Just felt like it should be a you and me moment with everything that happens tomorrow.” Mikasa murmurs. 

You nod as Mikasa diligently splits her already halved scone into a quarter before she slides it piece over to you. 

“Does it piss you off too? That Connie and Eren want this time to be alone? Because I get that tomorrow’s going to be a big day for them, but…but I just kind of want to be there for them.” Mikasa states. 

You frown. 

“I didn’t realize it was intentional.” 

“They have their reasons. And…and I even understand them. Lana and Sukuna want to spend their last day of privacy as a couple, with Teddy, just the three of them. Eren told them about some lake that’s nearby that he figured they would really like. Since they’re into all that nature crap.” Mikasa states. 

You smile. 

“And Connie. He could easily lose all the deals he has, the kind of…reputation that he’s had for years. It’s kind of daunting and I’d want to spend that time talking to someone I was close with, like my mom too. And you know Eren doesn’t like to talk anyways, just likes to kind of ruminate in his silence which I figure is what he’s doing outside.``

“He’s outside?” you ask. 

“Yeah. Went out there a while ago.” Mikasa responds. 

You hum in response, giving him a nod, as you dig your chin into your knees, trying to stomach – to remember exactly what that feeling looked like. Though you imagine it’s not half as liberating as it felt for them as it did for you when you did your interview, because a central part of it was that you were taking the high ground. 

That the effects of it were never going to reach you. And really in hindsight, surprise dropping your sung only proved that it really only benefited you. That in Niccolo’s words, the ones that he repeated to his label when he gave them the song under your conditions, that you were immortalized as a pop star. That at some point, it wasn’t even about you. 

It was the circumstances. That there’s a certain mysteriousness in fans, companies, people’s eyes about what happened to you, that it’ll draw them into whatever you have to say. 

So much so, that if you really wanted to, you could get whatever you wanted. And you were going to test the theory.

“I wish they’d let us be there for them too. I want nothing more to be with them right now, any of them, if they’d let me.” you respond. 

“Me too. But I guess it’s what I wouldn’t want either. When I know something big is going to happen, like something that makes me really nervous, the only person that I want to be around is Jean.” 

If Lana and Sukuna are together and Connie’s with his mom, that means Eren’s alone. 

“Speaking of Jean, we…we talked about everything that happened when I was gone. I really am sorry I wasn’t here for you while all of that was happening. Not that it would have done much, but…it keeps me up sometimes that you needed a friend and I wasn’t there to be one. And I kind of robbed you of letting you be that for me too.” you murmur. 

Mikasa smiles, leaning her head against your shoulder. 

“I don’t mean this in a way to make you feel bad, but just because you put yourself down just there. I do hope you know your friendship means a lot to me and you even just being around me sometimes does a lot more than you think it does.” Mikasa states. 

“I appreciate that. You do a lot for me too, Mikasa.” 

“Levi actually had a talk with me and Armin about that the other day. About forgiveness. Think he was trying to push Armin into truly forgiving Eren by talking about why I forgave you and…and all I could do was stare at the polaroids on the wall.” 

“Well, I’d do that too. It's Levi.” 

Mikasa laughs. 

“It was a picture of the seven of us. You, me, Jean, Eren, Marco, Armin, and Ymir. And he was droning in on all this crap about forgiveness and all I could think about was how little I used to be. Like really, we were fucking fifteen when this all started. I was sixteen when I started dating Jean.” Mikasa starts.

Mikasa’s demolishing her scone into tiny mounds of crumbs as she talks, the light brown scattering across the white napkin. And you wait for her to walk into addressing it, on sharing her piece about the elephant in the room.

“Sometimes it’s really fucking humiliating to think about how I treated Jean in those days. Jean, he means everything to me. And sometimes I wouldn’t even spare him a second glance. And there were days where I’d have so much guilt about it, that…that it would kind of eat me up inside. But I looked at that picture and all I could think about was…” 

Mikasa sighs. 

“I was only sixteen. I spent so much time hating myself at that age, so unwilling to accept what Jean was giving me because I thought I didn’t deserve it. And I was only sixteen. And maybe I didn’t deserve that. I was still getting used to my own skin, figuring out what it was like to be me, and I owed it to myself to take love at face value when it was being presented to me. And if I wasn’t able to do it right, that’s okay. And maybe not even the second or the third time, but I…it mattered that I wanted to be better you know? I think realizing it is the biggest step.” 

You place a hand around one of her shoulders, squeezing hard into her muscle. 

“And then I looked at you. You were sixteen, Eren was sixteen, Armin and Jean were sixteen. Maybe you were just figuring out what it was like to be you too. And Ymir. And Marco too.” 

Your throat is dry. 

“Sometimes I feel guilty for forgetting about him. Whenever I get upset about how things went down, I…I feel like shit. It could be worse, y’know…I could…” you murmur. 

“You could be dead.” Mikasa responds, finishing the thought. 

It's bleak.

“Yeah.” you sigh. 

“Me too. I wish he was just here to see that me and Jean had worked it out.” 

“Me and Eren too.” you respond. 

Mikasa lifts her head off your shoulder, before turning to face you. And she wraps her arms around you, leaning the entirety of her weight on you as you dig your face into her shoulder. 

“And us.” Mikasa states. 

You beam. 

“And us.” you repeat. 

There’s a silent pause, before Mikasa starts quietly mumbling into your skin. 

“...I really hope you’re not going to make me ask again. I know Jean already told you that we were scheming to oust Amy out and potentially ban her from the wedding and…and I hate awkward situations like this so please don’t make me ask again.” Mikasa mumbles. 

“Did your scheming work?” 

“I told her she’d have to make all the bouquets by hand and suddenly she’s busy that weekend.” Mikasa's states. 

You laugh. You pull back and pinch the side of her cheek. 

“I won’t make you ask again. And I’m more than honored, like quadruple the first time I asked you. Anything you need, I am at your service.” 

“Oh, thank god. I want you to spill a drink on Amy at the reception. And you have to help Eren with the Historia and Ymir thing. We can’t figure out what to do.” 

You frown. 

“What Historia and Ymir thing?” 

Her face pales. 

“You…you don’t know?” she mumbles. 

You shake your head. 

“Fucking, Eren. I thought he would have told you by now. They…they’re not together anymore. It…it was actually really bad, Y/N.” Mikasa responds, face drooping. 

“Are they okay?” 

“Yeah, but…not on good terms. Levi was even nervous to bring them back on the same day just to kind of spare them the hurt but…but he ended up deciding too anyway because he wanted us all back here for the last day of filming. He’s just going to try his best to be there for Ymir.” 

You feel like a wilted flower. 

“Did Historia not end up wanting to be with her…because she’s too nervous to come out?” 

“I don't know. Ymir was more than happy to live in the shadows. And…and she gathered us all together and proposed to Historia in front of all of us here. She decorated the set with a bunch of fake snow like that scene they did in season two and…and she made this beautiful speech and…Historia said no.” 

“Oh my gosh.” 

“No, Y/N. It got worse from there. Ymir…she started begging her. Saying she'd do anything to be with her. I know that Ymir isn’t like Historia in that sense, that she didn’t care about being out and maybe even a part of her wanted to, but…but she was willing to give that all up.” 

You put your head in your hands, mulling over it all.

How unfair it all is. 

That Ymir had to beg for something so simple. That Historia wasn’t able to give it to her because of something that was out of her control. That they drew the line in different places.

That they were both unhappy.

“They’re on really bad terms?” you ask. 

 “Historia wrote a bunch of songs about Ymir after the fact. It didn’t take long before people drew conclusions and it kind of…drove Ymir crazy. That she was too embarrassed to be with her for real, but that she has no qualms writing a song about it. She’s over it now, of course, but…you know. That still lingers to some extent.” 

That there was no bad guy. That they could both be hurt but both be right at the same time.

There was no side to pick.

“I’ll fix it for you. I want you to have fun at your wedding. With all of your friends there. And I will be more than happy to drench Amy's dress in red win.” you respond. 

Mikasa’s smile doesn’t reach her eyes. You can tell that she doesn’t believe you in the slightest.

You take your half of the scone and march out the the little courtyard and look for Eren. It doesn’t take you long to find him, the pale moonlight illuminating his little figure, lying down in the grass by the tree. 

You take the spot next to him, the bristles of the grass tickling your elbows and the chilly night air really freezing you to the bone. 

You don’t say anything. In the nearly three hours you sit out there with him, you mull it over – all of it over – in your head a hundred times. 

Before you drift to sleep, you swear Eren reaches for your hand and squeezes three times.  

--

Eren leans forward, wrapping his arms around your neck and leaning his chin on your shoulder, your cheeks brushing against each other as you read through the tweets together on your phone. On the precipice of your episode airing, Eren had asked you to show him all the tweets about the documentary, but supervised. 

He didn’t really trust himself to do it on his own. 

“It’s…good.” Eren states. 

“It’s great. People really believe you guys, Eren.” 

Eren smiles. 

“If this all works out right, I think I’ll be able to do it, Eren. Or at least mess with Scott Clarkson really good.” you whisper. 

Eren reaches for your phone, before throwing it to the side. He's tasked himself with cracking all the bones in your fingers.

“You know, you never did tell me what it is that you’re trying to do. Everyone keeps telling me that you’re trying to do something for me but…I can’t really figure out what that is if you don’t tell me. And I could actually help you if you let me.” Eren states. 

You lean out of Eren’s touch, sitting directly across from him on his bed, legs criss crossed on top of each other’s. You reach forward, cupping Eren’s cheek in your hand as you smile at him. 

“I’m repaying a favor. You…you did what I couldn’t. You got my album back for me. And I…I know deep down that all you want to see is Scott Clarkson without a career, stopped from being able to hurt anyone the way he hurt all of you. I can’t give you back anything that he took from you but I can try to do this for you.” you murmur. 

Eren fights the urge to scoff.

You could give him back what Scott Clarkson took from him. If you just decided to make a move.

“That’s right.” Eren responds. 

“This…this is a contingency plan. If people don’t see reason, if they continue to collaborate with him…I don’t want any of your vulnerabilities to go to waste. And really, the only thing these people care about at the end of the day is what makes them money. Their business is what keeps them going.” 

Eren frowns. 

“I don’t like where this is going.” 

“Eren, don’t worry. I’m trying to be smart about this. I talked to Levi and he told me that Scott makes money off the big three. The movies, the record label, and the tabloid company. I asked Niccolo’s company to break all ties with their conglomerate – down to miniscule things, like sharing equipment – if they wanted to release my song. And big things too, like dropping Ricky from their joint label.” 

Eren’s eyes go wide. 

“There’s no way they agreed.” 

“They didn’t even think twice. Niccolo made them send the drafted contract over before we sent the song over. And I’m sure part of it is the appeal – that I haven’t been around in so long that people are itching to see what I’m up to. You…you can’t really buy hype like that. It’s already making money. I’m doing the same thing with the awards show – planning to sway Hyla’s designers, Scott Clarkson’s closest business partners into making deals with his competitors, till he’s left with nothing.” you state. 

Eren mulls the thought over. 

“I don’t know if that’ll even do anything.” 

“If you can’t take him down by the truth of the matter, I’ll take him down by his business. And knowing him, that’s the only thing that really matters to him anyways. His…his entire brand as an industry titan crumbles if people aren’t rallying around him, if people parade behind others instead. He can’t get to anyone if no one lets him in the first place.” 

Eren's eyes falter.

“I don’t know if I like this, Y/N. It kind of sounds like…you’re putting yourself on the line just for me. I don’t want you to feel like you have to sell yourself out to these people to make him suffer on my behalf.” Eren states. 

You glare at Eren. 

“Our behalf. He took everything from us, Eren. From Lana and Sukuna, from Connie. Don’t act lke I don’t know that it was his tabloid company that was on scene when Marco died. At the very least, I’m going to humiliate this asshole and his stupid fucking daughter the first chance I get. They don’t get to get off so easily for everything they did to you, Eren.” 

Eren smiles, reaching forward to cup your cheek as you drop your hand from his. 

“Is this what everyone’s talking about when they keep calling you my vicious guard dog?” 

You roll your eyes.

Eren rubs his thumb back and forward on the softness of your cheek.

He savors the fact that the love in the room is resting firmly in the palm of his hand. 

“You really think this will work?” Eren asks. 

“I don’t know. I just feel like…some things never go out of style. If we build up the hype just right, people will stop collaborating with him. For good.” 

Eren grins. It makes your heart do a somersault. 

“Then let’s give them a fucking show, Y/N.” 

You reach for your phone and dig out the email from the depths of your inbox. And type in the details before crawling under the sheets with Eren and giving his hands a squeeze. 

Confirmed Attendance:  Y/N L/N and Eren Jaeger  Vogue Met Gala 2024 

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[larluce]

AU where Merlin is Arthur's familiar

Firstly, for everyone that doesn't know, in European folklore of the medieval and early modern periods, familiars were believed to be supernatural entities or spiritual guardians that would protect or assist witches and cunning folk in their practice of magic. They're almost always represented as some kind of animal, like a cat or a bird, sometimes a demon.

So, having that cleared up, how would Merlin be a familiar and how would he be Arthur's familiar of all people when Arthur isn't a sorcerer?

That's the thing, in this AU a group of evil druids or sorcerers find out about Merlin's identity earlier and his whereabouts while he is still in Ealdor. Not wanting Emry's magic to be under the command of some prophesied king and desiring that power to themselves, they kidnapped him and make a ritual to turn him into a familiar (a merlin especifically). They also erase his memory so Merlin doesn't remember he was ever human. Just when they where about to bond the bird to the sorcerer/druid leader to have Emrys magic under their command, Merlin manages to escape. He doesn't know who he is or where to go, he just knows he has to go far away from there.

Somehow, probably through his run away ordeal, familiar Merlin ends up in Camelot's castle, with an injured wing. He's chirping in pain when the young prince finds him in his yard.

Arthur: (covering his ears) Why are you making so much noise? Shut up! (looking closely) Wait! you're hurt? (picks him up carefully) I think your wing is broken. (Merlin chirps louder) Alright, alright! I'll find help. (runs as fast as he can) Gaius! Gaius!

The court physician bandages the bird's wing, but he can't take care of it due to his work, so Arthur does it. He makes a place for the bird in his room and feeds it. He tries to not get attached to it knowing the bird will have to return to its natural environment as soon as it recovers. However, after the bird's wing is healed, it doesn't want to leave, not matter how many times Arthur frees it in the forest, it always comes back, so finally Arthur decides to keep it. He has a bit of a fight with his father, because he never let Arthur have a pet, but after the bird protects the prince of a witch that was in disguise by stinging her eyes out, the king finally allows the prince to keep it. The prince, very happy, brings the bird to his chambers.

Arthur: (with Merlin in his forearm) Now the you're oficially my pet- (the bird chirps in protest) Well, my, eh... animal companion? (the bird deadpans) We'll work on that later. The point is, I should probably give you a name. (the bird moves its wings, excited) What about...bird? (the bird shakes it's head) Yeah, I've been calling you that from the start, so no. hmmm. What about falcon? Gaius says you're a falcon, though you're too small to be one, honestly. (the bird chirps, offended). I should just call you falcon or little falcon. No, it's still too long. Lil' falc? No. hmmmm. I think Gaius said you were a especific kind of falcon? How was it? Mar... Mer...Merloni? Merlon... Merlin! That was it. I'll call you Merlin.

Without knowing, Arthur just finished the last step of the ritual: naming the familiar, and with that, becoming the familiar's master. When the bond is created, a flash of light blinds him and, suddenly, the bird is replaced by a boy, who now is sitting on him, while he's spread on the floor.

Arthur: (looking up, shocked) What the fu-

Merlin: (looking down, confused) Arthur! Why are you smaller now? Wait... I can talk? (brings his hand to his face surprised) And I have... hands? Where are my wings? (panicking) Arthur, I lost my wings! And my feathers!(crying)NOOOOO!

Arthur: Merlin? That's.. you? Merlin? Mer...Merlin, shut up! (Merlin stops crying) And get off me! (shoves Merlin aside) How did this happen?

Merlin: You think I know?! Maybe that witch cursed me to be as ugly as you as a revenge for turning her blind. (sobs) My wings, my beautiful wings.

Arthur: (offended) Excuse me? Is not like you were a "handsome" bird either, you poor excuse of a falcon.

Merlin: How would you know, human with so little imagination that names his bird after their species?

After their stupid fight, they go to Gaius, in secret, of course. They can't have the king knowing the prince's bird was cursed. The physician does his investigation and, after Merlin discovers he can turn to his bird form and his human form at will and do some magic stuff, he concludes Merlin is, in fact, a familiar.

Gaius: Incredible! I thought they were a myth. It's said they're spiritual guardians of magic itself and that just the most powerful sorcerers could summond one and tamed them to become even more powerful.

Merlin: No... it can't be. I'm just a bird! I can't be a magical creature! I can't!

Arthur: (Knowing Merlin's scared due to his father laws and believes) Merlin. It's okay.

Merlin: (crying, almost hysterical) NO! I'm not a monster! I swear! I'm not evil!

Arthur: I know. Human, bird or familiar, or whatever, you're a good person. Well, a good being. Nothing is going to change that and nothing is going to happen to you, alright?

Merlin: (calms down) alright (snifs)

Arthur: But we need you to remember. Do you have any memory of you being anything but a bird?

Merlin: No, I've always been a bird. Although... (thoughtful) I don't... remember being a chick before.

Arthur: A what?!

Gaius: He means a baby bird.

Arthur: Oh, right (blushes). I knew that.

Merlin: Yeah, my very first memory is just before I came to Camelot, when... I was trap in a... cage. (he trembles at the memory) There were humans with capes, I think. They said they wanted to... control me, to had me at their mercy. I don't know what they wanted to do with me but I escaped. I thought I wouldn't make it. (with tears in his eyes) I was.. so scared.

Gaius: They must be the sorcerers that summonded you.

Merlin: Great. So not only I'm some magical entity but I'm sorcerer's slave now?

Arthur: (fiercely) You are NOT a slave! You are... ("mine" he is about to say, but stops) your own.

Merlin: (suddenly scared) What if they look for me?!

Arthur: I won't let them take you. I promise.

Gaius: And I don't think you have to worry about being some sorcerer's slave, Merlin. If you were bonded to one, you wouldn't have been able to escape in the first place.

Merlin: That means... (hopeful) I'm free?

Gaius: And in Camelot where magic is forbidden, so you're safer as you can be. You'll just have to keep pretending you're a bird, if that's not a problem with you.

Merlin: I'm completly fine with that.

Arthur: (joyful) And me! (composes himself) I mean, I like him better when he can't talk. (Merlin frowns at him)

Times goes by. At first, Merlin stays in his bird form and tries not to do magic, because, apparently he's been doing magic all this time without knowing (honestly, how was he supposed to know all the things he accidentally broke or dirt in Arthur's room were repaired and cleaned by him? He just thought Arthur has very efficient servants!). But it becomes impossible, not only because not doing magic makes him sick, but Arthur keeps running into danger time and time again, so he has to use magic to protect him. Arthur scolds him everytime he does that, he doesn't want his friend to be discover, but eventually it becomes rutine. Also, Merlin starts to take his human form more and more frecuently, because he needs Arthur to understand him, sometimes to give him a piece of his mind, to warn of some danger he finds out, or simply to cheer him up when he's sad or pass time.

Merlin: Is magic really evil? (he looks at his hands)It doesn't feel evil when I use it.

Arthur: How does it feel to you?

Merlin: It feels like... flying (he smiles and closes his eyes) So natural and beautiful, like the earth under my feet and the wind moving my feathers. And I feel it everywhere, not just inside me, but in every living thing. In every flower that blooms, every pup and chick that is born. Even in you. It's suppose to corrupt you, but instead of feeling wrong, I feel so good and... so alive.

Arthur: (looks at him for a moment, completely in love and then composes himself) I don't believe magic is evil. Not anymore.

Merlin: (open his eyes, surprised) Why's that?

Arthur: At first I thought you were an exception to the rule, but then Morgana-

Merlin: (even more surprised) She told you?!

Arthur: (just as surprised) You knew?!

Merlin: I could feel the magic inside her (he admits, guiltily). I wanted to be wrong. She's one of the kindest human I know, but then I saw her doing magic and... I just couldn't tell you. It wasn't my secret to tell, I'm sorry.

Arthur: It's alright. I understand. (he sighs) She was... so scared, Merlin. She begged not to tell my father, like I could ever do that (he laughs dryly). And she didn't learn magic, she just have it. She didn't even know she was a sorcerer until recently.

Merlin: Oh... (thoughtful) That explains a lot of things.

Arthur: What do you mean?

Merlin: Morgana isn't the only one, I think. Sometimes I fly around and I feel people with magic inside them. Some of them are evil, so I call you, but there are others that just do minor stuff, like healing spells and potions. But there are other too that… don't do magic at all and yet… the magic inside them is so strong. I thought maybe I was seing the potential of magic, but now…

Arthur: (in heavy realisation) So it's true. My father's been killing innocent people all this time.(with tears rolling down his eyes) I've been killing innocent people all this time.

Merlin: (hugging and comforting him) No! Arthur you did nothing wrong. You didn't know.

Arthur: (crying and hugging tightly in return) I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!

Aaaand that's it. I don't know what else could happen. Apart of merthur getting together obviously. There would be a lot of pinning and confused feelings. Arthur first meets Merlin as a bird after all, so accepting he has a crush on his bird friend is not going to be easy. The same goes to Merlin. Lets not talk about when they both discover they're bonded and Arthur could technically control Merlin and use Merlin's magic at his will if he wanted. And I guess at some point the evil sorceress/druids would try to get Merlin back. And then Merlin finding out he was human before and has a mother in ealdor… Damn that's a lot of angst.

Anyways, I still have a couple of fics on going so I don't think I'm going to write this anytime soon... or ever. So if anyone wants to write it feel free to do it. Or just comment any ideas you have for this concept/prompt below so I can keep them in mind if I write it in the end.

EDIT: I DID A PART 2, GUYS!!! -> LINK

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[insidiouscha0s]

hey omgcp fandom - i need your help finding a fic again lol

jack and bitty are together while jack plays for the falcs, but he doesnt get his contract signed in time to be protected from an expansion draft (to winnipeg? unsure)

the fic takes place a few years later and i think bitty is divorced and they get back together?

thanks yall!

edit: thank you to the comments, but after rereading, it is *not* one day (we’ll get this right) by onawingandaswear

from the replies - the fic i am looking for has an explicit conversation rehashing the breakup where eric talks about how he thought jack delayed signing his contract so he could be exposed during the expansion and would be drafted, and i think eric talks about being under the impression that jack used it to get out of the relationship when that was not jack’s intention.

#omgcp #fic search #zimbits #jack zimmermann #eric bittle #eric bitty bittle

[doggernaut]

oooh Divorce au 👀👀

Okay, this is the oldest WIP on the list, and also one of the two on the list likely to see the light of day ... this year. I've talked about it a bit here and there, but for the benefit of people who are new here, or might have missed it in the past, here are a few bullet point teasers:

It's a Zimbits AU in which Bitty and Jack are both recently divorced (from other people).

At the beginning, they're both still struggling to cope.

Jack's marriage ended in a very high profile way when his famous wife had an affair with one of his teammates; as a result, he asks for a trade and gets sent to the Falconers.

In this AU, Bitty and Jack meet because Bitty and Chowder still played together at Samwell, and Chowder also plays for the Falcs.

Chowder's kids and Bitty's kids are on the same hockey team.

Friends --> better friends --> (eventually) lovers.

Bitty's kids play a big role in bringing them together.

Bitty is extremely salty about his ex-husband's new man.

Nothing in this fic has anything to do with Texas, but the first time I heard "Texas Man" by the Chicks, I knew it was the theme song for this fic.

Thank you for the ask!

#wip ask game #anon ask

[zimms]

my favourite genre of omgcp fic is zimbits with their kids. and like i'm not talking children, i'm talking the random 20-somethings that they've adopted and the outsider povs they bring. like yeahhhh jack's falcs rookies my beloveds <33 freshmen my beloved <33 literally any member of smh looking in on the zimbits relationship my beloved <33

#my bookmarks are full of them

[transwicky]

When Scraps manages to get a date with Guy, the Falcs try to be super supportive because holy SHIT chronically single Guy is GOING ON A DATE.

Like, they are aggressively supportive, save for Marty, Thirdy, and Toaster (oc). Those three hVs known Guy the longest, they know he's not going to take the team's "excited" support (they are excited, but they're focused on being supportive so it feels forced). They slap him on the back, say nice, and move on.

Jack follows their lead after Marty tells him that Guy isn't an open person and him telling the team he's going on a date is a huge thing for him and also saying it's a man?? MAJOR step. So Jack says congrats on the date and moves on.

Tater takes cues from Jack, and saw it wasn't a big deal, so he smiles and simply chirps him with did have to be Aces player? it makes Guy snort, and that's huge for anyone on the team to get besides Thirdy and Marty, so Tater grins in pride of his chirp and moves on too.

Snowy gets him a list of hotlines to call, just in case.

Poots grins and gives him condoms.

A few others give him unsolicited advice.

Or worse, ask invasive questions.

Guy can't handle it and tells the other 4 vets (Thirdy, Marty, Toaster, and Nessie, another OC) that he's just going to cancel the date.

They talk him out of that, and later, Nessie grabs a pie and threatens to trash it if the others don't leave Guy alone.

It works.

Scraps proposes a year later. Guy says yes.

#omgcp #guy check please #scraps check please

[cricketnationrise]

camilla + december 23 + falconer’s stadium parking lot?? congrats on 200!!

I haven't written Camilla before, so this was super fun to work on! Enjoy <3

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Falconer's Parking Lot, Dec. 23

The things I do for you Jack Zimmermann, Camilla thinks when the wind kicks up while she waits outside the players’ exit.

She has gifts to finish wrapping, a guest room to get ready, last minute groceries to buy – but instead she is shivering despite her layers and the late afternoon sun.

Camilla had been planning on seeing one of Jack’s games, actually. Sometime in March, when she knew she had a week off. When it was a bit warmer. Her girlfriend had been baffled by Camilla going to hang out with an ex-boyfriend, but she and Jack had always been friends first – even after they started sleeping together. Once Jack decided he was friends with someone, he put 110% of himself into maintaining that friendship. They’d actually developed a fairly regular text thread, which – based on the everything she knew about Jack – was more surprising than him going into the NHL.

He’d used an emoji a few weeks ago and she almost fell off her chair.

Jack had actually called her to invite her to this game specifically – I know it’s right before Christmas and you’re probably busy but I’ve got a ticket, two if you want them – and there was something in his voice that piqued her interest. A hesitant sort of glee, like happiness was trying to burst out of him but he was reining it in for propriety’s sake.

So Camilla went to the game. It was a fun one, the Falconers beating Chicago by three points; Jack with a goal that even Camilla could tell was absolutely beautiful.

Jess: i’ve got dinner in the crockpot when you get back ❤️

“Camilla?”

She looks up from her phone to see Jack, game day suit on and a Falcs beanie – it’s a toque, Cam – covering his shower-wet hair.

“Hey, Jack! Great game,” she says, moving in for a hug. Despite the bulking up he’s done since the season started, Jack still hugs the same.

“Thanks,” he says, “The boys worked really hard, really dug in there, managed to get the pucks in deep, and Chicago was just—”

“Jack.”

“Right, sorry, habit now,” he says sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “How have you been?”

“You know how I’ve been. What did you want to tell me in person?”

“I—”

“Because I gotta say Jack, I’ve never seen you look so settled.”

“Oh,” he says, looking pleased.

And he does look settled. There’s actual calm behind his eyes, settled in his frame; it’s like contentment has been knit into his bones. She’s never seen him this relaxed, even after winning games at Samwell – it looks great on him.

A gust of wind comes up again, and Camilla shivers again.

“Shit, you should come inside, we can talk in the player’s lounge for a minute, plus there'll be a snack and at least coffee to drink if you want to warm up a bit before heading out.”

“Jack, of course I’ll come in for a minute, but you’re babbling.”

“Right. Um.” He takes a deep, steadying breath, before meeting her eyes squarely. “Come meet my boyfriend?”

She can’t help the smile that bursts out. “Even if I wasn’t freezing right now, you have to know the answer’s yes.”

He motions her inside ahead of him. She revels in the warmth as the chat about small things through the hallways. Camilla notes with interest as Jack nods and waves at various staff that pass them by. It’s a marked difference from even two years ago. 

It suits him.

They pass into the player’s lounge and Camilla gets her first glimpse of a short young man with blonde hair who’s facing away from the entrance. Is that—? She manages to keep her excited cheer behind her lips when the man turns at the sound of their footsteps.

“Jack Zimmermann, you owe me so much money. I fucking told you so,” she mutters before raising her voice.

“Oh, shut up,” Jack whispers back.

“Eric Bittle, as I live and breathe!”

Twenty minutes, fifty bucks, and a bag of cookies later, Camilla is in her car, letting the engine heat up for a few minutes.

Camilla: Leaving now! Camilla: I have dessert for us tonight and a double dinner date for next week

Jess: ❤️ Jess: see you soon 😘

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#cricket writes #ficlet fest #omgcp #check please #camilla collins #jack 110% zimmermann #falconers #date stamp

[jankwritten]

For hockey au, how are Nico and Chiron

I haven't written a lot of them, admittedly, so I can't sya for sure that any dynamic here is what they really have in canon.

BUT.

I feel like they have a very interesting kind of dynamic? Because Chiron is the head coach first and foremost, and so he has to make decisions for the betterment of the team. But he also desperately wants Nico to be okay, and he recognizes that Nico might not be okay a lot of the time, and that worries him. I think he and George have probably talked a LOT about Nico behind the scenes - how they're going to play him for games, how they're going to secretly get him to take care of himself by poking and prodding him into it, that kind of shit.

But there are also points where Chiron has to sit down with him and say "I'm sorry, but this is too important, you either have to do this or you aren't cut out for this sport." and Nico doesn't encessarily resent him for it but he's definitely like. Not Happy, even though he knows that this shit is what he's got to do to thrive in the league.

I think specifically to the upcoming scene where Snowy gets taken out of the running by a minor but inconvenient injury right before the Falcs start their playoffs run, and Nico is forced to be the starting goalie.

And Chiron sits him down and talks to him, like. "I know this is really hard for you. I know you're scared. We can bring in another goalie, someone from the farm who knows how to start, and you can still play backup-" but Nico is vehement that he needs to do this for the team because they're HIS team, not some callup's team.

And Chiron is hesitant because he wants to push Nico to sit it out, let him know that no one is going to resent him for it, even if maybe the media picks into it a little bit. The team won't feel any different about Nico if he can't do it.

But Nico is Nico, and he's stubborn and loyal and even if it puts him in the grave he will do it.

So. Chiron and Nico have a complicated relationship, because Chiron sees Nico both as a player, but also as a child. Not a rookie, but a kid. Where Snowy calls Nico kid he really means newbie, rookie, that kind of thing. Chiron says it and means it.

And Nico sees Chiron as his coach but in some ways he also sees his father in Chiron and that makes him...tense.

(Parallels to Chiron in PJO canon who has to balance being a mentor to these heroes and teaching them how to fight and die and all that shit, but also being a father figure to them and understanding that they're just children but he can't get attached because of the dying thing. Except with hockey AU it's like, getting traded is their death LMAO)

#asks! #hockey au #mr. D and Nico are a whole other story ofc #I just feel like Chiron is hestitant to be hard on Nico because he's so young #and Nico picks up on that #and so when Chiron IS hard on Nico Nico pushes back because he doesn't understand why it's only SOMETIMES #why SOMETIMES he gets this weird kiddy glove treatment meanwhile other times he gets shit worse than Jack #both of them are confused by one another is the heart of it I think #Chiron who's used to big sporsting athletic men who don't talk about their feelings and are generally. not Nico. #versus Nico who is Nico. #shrug. #pjo #nico di angelo #chiron

[hockey-prose]

smh game night

my brain wouldn’t leave me alone until i put these thoughts down in a post but it’s 4 am and will probably be incoherent. anyway. (woke up this morning to finish this up, tired as hell but i’ll be thinking of this at work today, i just know it.) also i’m tagging @absolutepie because i feel like you’d think of more funny scenarios and as mutuals, i have to respect your craft lmao

so the smh gang are all spread out on the east coast. none of them are very far from one another, but sometimes on the weeks where bitty’s had a lot of trouble with the cook book and the publishing company and ugh!! and jack has been having a rough week with the falcs (not his teammates but sometimes his self doubt gets the better of him. his therapist says healing isn’t a straight line and he feels marginally better) shitty has law school by the throat but when the weekend comes, maybe he just wants to relax on the couch with lardo and her big ass electric sketch machine (he should really learn the name of it so he can buy her a new compatible pen for christmas)

LONG STORY SHORT: they try to have game nights every weekend either at jack and bitty’s or at haus 2.0 with the frogs, the taddies, and even the waffles get an invitation, though they’re still a little occupied with school. ollie and wicks (love them) can rarely make it but always dominate the night. but sometimes work and personal life gets in the way and not everyone wants to put in the effort to travel a couple hours for a game night. it’s reasonable!

so, the smh gang proposes online game nights. they start on skype, which is a disaster.

(“jesus fuckin christ jack, i thought you had the fastest internet known to man and yet bitty is still a minute behind on everything.”

“it’s not my fault, shits. i’m not god of the wifi router.”

“well, you should be.”)

then they migrate to discord for a little bit, but it’s not user friendly for everyone. nobody talks about the summer of 2019 when jack cursed up a storm trying to get the microphone out of push-to-talk mode when it wasn’t even in push-to-talk.

and so it’s not long before everyone is locked inside and forced to use zoom for everything anyway. but it’s better than skype for connection reasons, and easier than discord for technology reasons, so it’s good.

so the game changes every week. sometimes it’s a huge game of uno online that doesn’t make much sense. other times it’s a tense battle of go fish on one of those sketchy websites where you don’t really trust it but when there’s nothing else!

honestly they could just get a couple games for the gaming consoles they have, but then everyone would have to shill out the money for said consoles if they don’t have them and it’s not worth the time. everyone has a computer or at the very least, a laptop that can run both zoom and go fish at the same time.

but one week, it’s bitty’s turn to pick the game they play. and he has a good idea. so good, he doesn’t even reveal what it is until the night of when everyone is eagerly waiting. when bitty shares his screen and starts playing the ‘shark tank’ music, everyone gets hyped. (tv show where small businesses and/or potential businesses pitch their product in front of a panel of judges to see if they want to invest in the product.)

bitty distributes a starter of $10,000 to four people in the call and tells them that they’re the investors (the sharks). shitty, jack, nursey, and holster are the sharks. people lose their shit when bitty asks for certain members of the crew to give their pitches. lardo, chowder, whiskey, and ransom are the people giving pitches.

lardo obviously wins the first round, and then a second one starts up, with a sweeping victory from whiskey. everyone is clambering for a chance to be both a shark and a pitcher, but by then, it’s the end of the set hours for game night and everyone has to sign off. but bitty says that the next time his week to choose the game, he’ll do this again with different people as the sharks and pitchers.

soon there’s a tally in the haus 4.0 group chat about who has the most wins. lardo is first, with dex behind her, ford in third place, then ransom and holster tied for fourth. if ollie and wicks showed up more, they’d be higher on the list. jack is near the bottom, while bitty is directly in the middle.

the people who win the week before get to be the sharks. they decide the winner on who has the most approval from the sharks. there are four sharks, so it’s majority. if only two sharks invest, it depends on what other people have been given. the money that’s decided on is given to the people immediately as a rolling fund so that they can participate next game night.

lardo has been a shark almost the entire time, but she greatly enjoys critiquing nursery’s work in particular because he has such fantastical ideas with no way to execute them. dex always goes to simple. chowder is a good player and he’s been a shark a couple times, but he really, honestly, enjoys pitching a lot. bitty likes being a shark, but he invests in everyone so his money is always so low. jack invests in no one besides bitty and sometimes shitty. ransom and holster invest in each other’s things. shitty has been a shark maybe twice because his products are batshit crazy. (love you shitty)

shitty likes to think he’s a good persuader outside of being a lawyer but it never works out in his favor. dex, chowder, ransom, and lardo are the best pitchers for their products. bitty is a close one, but sometimes his products are more just what he dreams up that he needs to assist him in the kitchen. nursey, holster, and shitty go for the humor route.

because they’re all friends, they can rag on each other’s products and ideas so much without getting any feelings hurt. i’m thinking the smh gang works much like the jenna julien podcast when they play this game where if it’s shitty pitching to lardo, she’ll automatically say she’s out before he can even finish because his product is either a pun or just bad. the zoom is overrun with yelling and arguing, but at the end of the night, everyone says they had a lot of fun.

i have no conclusion to this. but i think i got all my thoughts out. if i have more, i’ll reblog this and add on but for now, thank you for your time lmao.

#zimbits #omgcp #check please #jack zimmermann #eric bittle #jack laurent zimmermann #check please fanfiction #omg check please #nurseydex #larissa duan #shitty knight #justin ransom oluransi #adam holster birkholtz #derek nurse #william poindexter #chris chow

[skeletonzimms]

sometimes i think about how if check please was “historically accurate” kent parson would be a new york islander, and how absolutely insane that would be.

the biggest difference being that instead of across the country from one another, kent would only be a 3-4 hour drive from jack at samwell. not only that but the islanders would play the falcs a hell of a lot more than the aces ever would. but honestly i think that kind of proximity would be better for them? like given jack still has the two years between the draft and samwell, kent being that close would give them more opportunities for some sort of closure, rather than letting it all fester for years without them ever really talking about it. so even if their friendship never truly recovered, it would’ve been easier to deal with playing with eachother. especially as the novelty of their personal ‘rivalry’ would probably wear off a bit both to themselves and to the media after so many games against eachother.

I also think Kent would be better off as part of an older established franchise rather than having the pressure of building a franchise from the ground up while he was still so young. plus the chance that the islanders are his home team i just think he’d be happier

#kent parson #omgcp #i like it i like to think about it #!!! #also as an isles fan i can’t help but think how different it would be to get a player like kent in 2009 rather than having tavares #and that whole can of worms that came with him #ny islanders #ny islander! kent parson

[susieporta]

Gli schemi di pensiero non abili non sono insiti nella condizione umana.

Da piccoli nasciamo ignoranti, è naturale, ma quell’ignoranza può essere dispersa dall’istruzione e dall’apprendimento.

Allo stesso modo possiamo isolare mentalmente gli stati non abili e ridurli; in seguito, quando nasce la felicità, gli stati non abili non hanno più alcun fondamento valido».

La scrittrice Barbara Kingsolver parla di questa possibile trasformazione, anche quando la nostra vita di prima è andata in pezzi:  

Ognuno di noi è chiamato, forse più volte, a cominciare una nuova vita.

Una diagnosi che spaventa, un matrimonio,

un trasferimento, la perdita di un lavoro o di una persona amata, un diploma, il momento in cui si porta a casa il bambino appena nato: non si riesce a pensare fin dall’inizio come sia possibile.

Alla fine, quello che spinge avanti tutto ciò è quel flusso di marea sotterraneo che è l’essere vivo fra i vivi.

Nella mia stagione peggiore ho fatto ritorno dal mondo senza colori della disperazione obbligandomi a guardare fisso e a lungo una cosa sola, gloriosa:

il rosso fiamma di un geranio fuori dalla finestra della mia camera da letto.

E poi un’altra: mia figlia in un vestito giallo.

E ancora un’altra: il profilo perfetto di una sfera compatta e scura dietro alla falce di luna crescente.

Fin quando ho imparato a innamorarmi di nuovo della mia vita.

Come la vittima di un ictus allena nuove parti del cervello per recuperare capacità perdute, sono tornata mille volte a insegnare a me stessa la gioia.

È una scoperta liberatoria, quella che possiamo passare dalle nostre storie non salutari al benessere.

Oggi possiamo scegliere che musica far suonare al lavoro, o mentre guidiamo, parliamo, facciamo la spesa, facciamo attività fisica o ci prendiamo cura del corpo: sarà un disco rotto del passato, che porta amarezza o dispiacere?

O lasceremo andare quei pensieri e lasceremo via libera alla meraviglia e ai potenziali della vita?

Trasformando il panorama dei nostri pensieri possiamo rivoluzionare per intero il nostro mondo.

di Jack Kornfield

(insegnante buddhista statunitense)

da: “Il cuore saggio”

🩵

Unskilled thought patterns are not inherent in the human condition.

From small we are born ignorant, it is natural, but that ignorance can be dispersed by education and learning.

In the same way, we can mentally isolate the non-able states and reduce them; later, when happiness is born, the non-able states no longer have any valid foundation".

Writer Barbara Kingsolver talks about this possible transformation, even when our earlier lives fell apart:  

Each of us is called, perhaps several times, to begin a new life.

A diagnosis that scares, a marriage,

a transfer, the loss of a job or a loved one, a diploma, the moment when you bring your newborn baby home: you can not think from the beginning how this is possible.

In the end, what drives all this forward is that subterranean tidal flow which is the living being among the living.

In my worst season I returned from the world without colors of despair forcing myself to look fixed and long one thing, glorious:

the flame red of a geranium outside my bedroom window.

And then another: my daughter in a yellow dress.

And yet another: the perfect outline of a compact, dark sphere behind the crescent moon scythe.

Until I learned to fall in love with my life again.

As the victim of a stroke trains new parts of the brain to recover lost abilities, I have returned a thousand times to teach myself joy.

It is a liberating discovery, one that we can move from our unhealthy stories to well-being.

Today we can choose what music to play at work, or while we drive, talk, shop, exercise or take care of the body: will it be a broken record from the past, which brings bitterness or displeasure?

Or will we let go of those thoughts and give way to the wonder and potentials of life?

By transforming the landscape of our thoughts we can revolutionize our entire world.

by Jack Kornfield

(us buddhist teacher)

from:"The wise heart”

[pwoops]

all I want for kent is for him to move on, clue scraps and troy in about him being gay, take whiskey under his wing, use his position as team captain to discreetly make locker room talks a bit more tolerable for LGBT players, and give Jack and the Falcs the biggest fuck you the next time the Aces play them in the form of Kent perfecting the one-timer (which will eventually reach Ovie levels of fame) because a clear-headed, focused Kent with only eyes on the game is a scary Kent indeed

adskfjhl this has been sitting in my ask box for the longest time and i'm so sorry i wasn't able to get to it sooner! i love all of this though!! whiskey should absolutely go to the aces and kent deserves to have his revenge tour!

#asks #Anonymous #anon if you're still around ily and i'm sorry it's been years