#connor agrees with her

[romulusfuckingroy]

connor roy the type of mf to write poetry about his love for willa

#must think on this further… #I’m picturing him doing it the WHOLE relationship like. in ep 102 when they’re at the hospital and he brings Willa? he just- #-got there from reading her a poem about her hair in the car #when she agrees to move in with him he writes a poem comparing their love to cleopatra and alexander #when she accepts his proposal he writes a full ass SONG #his wedding vows that nobody saw? I want to believe they rhymed #succession #connor roy #willa ferreyra #conwilla

[mediumgayitalian]

“Piper?”

“Here.”

“Damien?”

“Here.”

“Clovis?”

No answer. Nico reaches over and pokes him, hard, and the son of Hypnos startles awake long enough to manage a garbled, “Present!” before nodding off again. At Chiron’s nodded permission, Connor procures an airhorn from what appears to be thin air, grins, and blares it right next to Clovis’ face. He shrieks, flailing off the chair, and would have slammed his face in the ground if Nico hadn’t caught him by the back of the shirt.

“Thanks, man,” he says, yawning.

Nico hauls him back upright, patting him on the shoulder. “No problem. I’m gonna let you fall next time.”

Clovis eyes him warily, shifting at Nico’s too-wide, sharklike grin.

“Noted,” he mutters, sitting straight to try and stay awake. “Jerk.”

Nico pats him on the shoulder again. “There, there.”

Chiron continues with the attendance.

“Butch?”

“Here.”

“Miranda?”

“Yep.”

“And…” Chiron sighs, peering through his reading glasses. “Nineteen, twenty, twenty-one…” He glances down at his clipboard, slowly tapping his pen on the edge of it. “Where is Will?”

A groan ripples through the gathered campers.

“Just start without him!” someone shouts, sinking into their chair.

“He always takes forever!” another person agrees.

“Almost like he’s busy running the infirmary that keeps us all alive,” Lou Ellen says drily, but her one vote of confidence is drowned out by several dozen other voices, all complaining.

Before Chiron has to deal with too much of a coup d’état, the rec room door creaks open, and Will comes strolling in after it, ignoring the heaps of boos and launched ping-pong balls at his tardiness. The beam of sunlight from the one dusty window seems, suddenly, to become a great deal stronger, highlighting the blonde of Will’s hair and strengthening the gleam of his easy grin.

“Perforated artery,” he explains cheerfully, settling down in the one empty chair. “Rogue Ares cabin mine went off. Had to do emergency surgery.”

No sooner are the words out of his mouth does he kick off his flip-flops, curl up in the rickety wooden chair, place his head on the nearest shoulder — Pollux, this time, who rolls his eyes affectionately and shifts to be more comfortable — and immediately starts snoring.

“Well,” says Chiron after a moment. “Let’s begin.”

“Wait,” Clovis complains, “how come he gets to sleep?”

Instead of answering, because there is no delicate way to say because he’s my favourite and I am a giant hypocrite, the centaur moves on. He gracefully avoids the various mutterings and calls for mutiny, instead running through the usual cabin check-ins at the speed of light to delve into the more interesting — and therefore distracting — things, such as Personal Grievances. This portion of monthly head counsellor meetings is Nico’s favourite, because he gets to sit back, be silent, and watch a bunch of teenagers yell at each other for his own personal amusement. On especially great days, he communicates with Connor through a series of complicated hand gestures to coordinate betting pools. Today, he is up seventy-two dollars. (Did he throw the pool by betting against himself and then inventing a fight with Chiara? Yeah. Did he cut her a deal for halfsies beforehand, making this technically fraud on two counts? Yeah. Can anyone prove it? Absolutely not. Suck on that, Stoll. You wanna be beat at your own game any day of the week? Nico’ll beat you at your own game any day of the week.)

As he’s accepting three dollars from a huffy Nysa (obviously the physical altercation count was going to reach six, c’mon, doesn’t she pay attention to these things), a hoof stamping the ground makes Nico jump.

“Boys,” Chiron says tiredly, pinching the bridge of his nose, “that’s quite enough.”

Both campers immediately burst into louder arguments, continuing to flail and smack at each other as their voices get more and more raised and illegible.

“Boys!” Chiron stamps his hoof again. This time, they fall silent, staring at the old centaur with flushed, guilty faces. “Sherman, get Malcom out of that headlock. Malcolm, we are not building a pig pen in the dining pavilion so the Ares cabin can ‘eat in an environment more suited to their mannerisms’.” He pauses, nodding in acknowledgement. “As funny as that was, it was entirely inappropriate to say. Apologise at once.”

“My throat is too bruised to do so,” Malcom grumbles.

“My throat is too bruised to do so,” Sherman repeats, mockingly. “Gods, it’s like you’re asking for me to jump you.” At the immediate catcalls and jeers that follow, he reddens, hastily shouting, “Like mug! Jump like mug him, guys, like beat him up! Shut up! Shut up, or I swear I’ll —”

“Sit down, boys,” Chiron says, banging his hoof again. “For Hera’s sake. It’s like you want to embarrass yourselves further.”

Nico snickers with the rest of the counsellors as Sherman and Malcolm return to their seats. In their desperate attempt to separate from each other to assure their status as Heterosexual, Guys, Please, they manage to bump into each other, losing their balance and collapsing on a heap on the floor, more tangled than before. Predictably, this makes the flailing worse, which is unfortunate for them and their misery but a source of great entertainment for everyone else. Among the hooting and hollering and camera flashes, Chiron sighs, putting his head in his hands and muttering something about teenagers and being too old for this shit. Or something.

“If everyone’s quite done,” he says finally, ignoring Connor’s quip about how he could watch a few more minutes, actually, “I would love for this meeting to end. I have to do something that doesn’t involve teenagers for several hours. All of you exhaust me.”

“Except Will,” Sherman says petulantly, scowling at the still-sleeping medic. Pollux, who by close proximity has become endeared to the human disaster (Nico knows the feeling; he’s still convinced Will has weird powers that mess with one’s oxytocin levels by virtue of smiling as there is no way that someone so annoying can be so simultaneously endearing), glares somewhat protectively.

“Sh,” he hisses, at the same time Chiron says, “If the rest of you spent less time trying to kill each other and more time trying to fix the consequences of said attempted murder, I would be more lenient.”

Lou Ellen speaks up. “Also, Will has that whole cute, can’t-stay-mad-at-me thing.”

Various campers nod and mutter in agreement.

(Nico knew he wasn’t the only one.)

Nyssa clears her throat. “If we’re ready to return back to the actual meeting, I have a point of discussion.”

Chiron nods, gesturing for her to continue.

“The vans are breaking down,” she says bluntly. “Again. Because they’re, you know, older than everyone in the room.” She glances at Nico, frowning. “Well, except for him.”

Nico sniffs haughtily. “Youngin’s, these days,” he says, shaking his head disdainfully. “No respect for their elders.”

Chiron raises a bemused eyebrow. “…Indeed. Nyssa?”

“I need parts again. Preferably from that place in Virginia? They don’t ask questions and price fairly. That would be best. Only I need the van to go get the parts, so. You can see the conundrum I’m in.”

“Easy fix with the chariot,” Chiron decides. “Can someone wake Will?”

“Gladly.”

“Without the airhorn, Connor.”

“Aw. I’m not doing it, then.”

“How tragic. Pollux?”

Gently, the son of Dionysus taps Will’s cheek, shaking him until he blinks awake.

���I was totally paying attention and I think we should go with the second option,” he says, yawning.

“Not asking you to settle a debate, but nice try,” Pollux says.

“Well, shit. That one usually works.” He flicks still-tired eyes around the room, smiling when his gaze rests on Nico. Nico rolls his eyes, willing down the heat to his cheeks. Judging by the teasing edge Will’s grin takes, it does not work. “Whattaya need, then?

“The chariot,” Nyssa says. “Vans are breaking down again. I need a part from a shop in Roanoke.”

Will straightens. “Like, now?”

“In the next day or so, yeah.”

“There’s a strawberry delivery on Saturday,” Miranda pipes up. “So sooner rather than later.”

Will nods. “Yeah, that works. Hell, I can probably be back by —” he checks his watch — “late tonight, honestly. Just gimme the part number and —”

“I kind of meant that I could go,” Nyssa interrupts, looking at him strangely. “I know what the part looks like. I just need to borrow the chariot.”

Will presses his clasped hands to his face, inhaling deeply.

“I would absolutely love to lend you the chariot blessed by my father who has gone totally silent,” he begins, in a tone that makes Nico think that he would not, actually, absolutely love to lend out the chariot blessed by his father who has gone totally silent, “only that the last time I lent someone this super important chariot it came back in pieces.”

“I remember.” Nyssa levels him with a look. “I fixed it.”

“Exactly! So you appreciate how much I would like it to not be broken. In fact —”

“Alright,” Chiron interrupts, holding up a hand. “You’ve made your point, Will, the errand is yours. Choose a buddy to lower the chances of you dying and check in before you leave.”

Predictably, this choice is not well-recieved. Because why would things be easy?

“Totally not fair,” Sherman protests, the loudest of all complainers. “Will’s no less likely to break it just because his cabin thinks they own it —”

“Finish that thought and I will curse you in twelve different ways for the next eight months, Sherman.”

The Ares counsellor snaps his mouth shut, sensing the new, hardened edge in Will’s voice. “Noted.”

“He’s got a point, though,” Damien hedges. At Will’s glare — boy, is that chariot a sensitive topic, Nico is noticing — he holds his hands up, shrugging his shoulders. “We draw straws for small errand-quests, Will, you know that. It’s not fair that you just get to call dibs.”

Will takes a long, slow breath, fingers pressed to his temples. When he looks back up, his expression is flatter than the entirety of the Midwest, jaw set and eyebrow raised. He narrows his eyes, contemplating, then clearly comes to a decision, nodding to himself. Everyone watches with bated breath as he climbs up to stand on his chair, folds his hands together, clears his throat, and says, voice carefully controlled, “Who can guess how many surgeries I’ve done in the last week?”

For a long moment it’s so silent that Nico can hear every rustled shirt as people fidget, every aborted cough and uncomfortable swallow. Will’s eyes are piercing, and he takes the time to stare at every individual counsellor until they meet his eyes, squirming, and look immediately away.

Nico’s impressed. Sometimes he forgets how godsdamn rigid Will’s backbone is.

Finally, someone offers a guess.

“One?”

“Try four,” Will corrects, smile more like a bare of teeth. “I have not had a circadian rhythm since I was thirteen years old. I sleep when I can. And yet, somehow, you clumsy fucks manage to near kill yourself at the exact moment my subconscious even considers approaching REM sleep, every single time, and then I get to spend my next several hours piecing your sorry ass back together by hand, since hymns barely work right now. If I have to see another surgical pin I am going to stab it through someone’s eye. Am I making a point?”

No one answers.

“‘Cause I can make it clearer,” Will drawls.

“No need,” Chiron says hastily. “The quest remains yours, so long as there are no further objections.”

Wisely, no one speaks up.

“Perfect. Nyssa, if you’ll stay behind with me to iron out some details, everyone else — dismissed.”

The tense air immediately evaporates as people practically spring out of their seats, sprinting for the door. Nico is among the last to leave, having to stay and stop several fleeing demigods to collect his wares. On his way out, a heavy arm slings over his shoulders, and he’s suddenly enveloped by the intoxicating scent of lavender body wash and pure sunshine.

“Get off me, Solace,” he complains immediately, coming up to wrap his hand around Will’s forearm in the guise of shoving him off. Will is entirely unfazed, holding him tighter.

“But I have a proposal.”

“Take it elsewhere.” He ducks out of Will’s hold and sweeps his legs out from under him, sending him sprawling with an oof. Unfortunately, he doesn’t look any less sunny and smiley from the ground, somehow making it work for him, actually. He settles against the soft grass, sighing, hair fanning out like a golden halo. He pats the spot next to him, eyes fluttering shut as he basks in the late morning sun, and Nico swallows roughly, joining him.

“You wanna come with me to Roanoke?”

“Yes,” Nico says automatically. Will grins, and he flushes. “I mean, I guess if I have to. Loser.”

“Ever so grateful, Neeks.”

“You should be.”

He keeps his voice prim and superior, attempting to uphold his image, and since he is delusional he convinces himself he’s successful. Will, though, is entirely undeterred, lazy smile still on his face and arms stretched above his head, the picture of unbothered. A sliver of skin shows where the hem of his shirt rises and Nico ignores it. He doesn’t even glance at it, or the glint of Will’s belly-button piercing, at all. Nor is he aware of Will’s shorts riding up, or the curve of his calves as he crosses his legs. All of these things go unnoticed. Obviously.

“I have a proposal for you, if you’re done checking me out.”

Nico shoves his flaming face in his knees. “Did you know that in all the corners of the Earth I have been to, I’ve only encountered three things uglier than you?”

Will’s grin only gets wider. His eyes, even, start to get squinty as the force of his smile squishes his cheeks. Entirely unsubtly, because Will is the least subtle person alive, he reaches out and sends a wave of calming energy into Nico’s body, slowing his rapid heart rate.

“…Right.”

“Three things, Solace.”

“Of course, of course.” He removes his hand, graciously allowing Nico the space to breathe and remind his lungs that their job is not voluntary. “I’ll come pick you up in a half hour? Wear a jacket.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.” Nico pauses. “Yes.”

“Stellar.”

“God, you say such nerdy things unironically. How do you have friends?”

“I dunno.” He gets to his feet, brushing the dirt and grass from his shorts. “You tell me.” He leans down and presses a smacking kiss to Nico’s hair. Nico presses his fingers into his eyeballs until they hurt, screaming silently into his palms.

He waits until the smacking sounds of Will’s stupid flip-flops retreat before braving the world outside his little ball of misery, squinting at his retreating form.

“I think I should get a lobotomy,” he says out loud to himself, because, realistically, if his braincells are already spilling out of his ears like loose quarters every time Solace so much as smiles at him then there’s not much to lose, is there? and stomps off to his own cabin.

Out of spite, he chooses the New York Giants jacket he got from Percy, just because he knows Will hates it.

That’ll show him who’s bossing who around.

Totally.

———

next

#love love love everyone knowing nicos crush including will himself and nico just continues to refuse to acknowledge it #so so funny to me #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #hoo #heroes of olympus #pjo hoo toa #nico di angelo #will solace #nico di angelo & will solace #nico di angelo/will solace #nico/will #will/nico #solangelo #pre solangelo #pining nico di angelo #whipped nico di angelo #down bad nico di angelo #hijinks and shenanigans #longpost #my writing #fic #you know you’re up too late when you hear your dad starting to get ready for work 🤡🤡 well shit

[hypewinter]

Ok ok ok so Ellie is traveling around the world, performing some occasional heroing as she does so. During one such incident, members of Cadmus spot her and become very intrigued by her powers. Coincidentally, Cadmus has been starting up a new cloning project and they decide her powers would be great for one of their clones.

After a while of tracking and observing her, they finally spring their trap and capture Ellie, putting her in deep stasis. The scientists then get to work on trying to clone her.

They don't get very far though because they quickly get orders from up top to focus on cloning Superman. Fine sure, whatever you say mister bossman. There's only one problem: None of the clones are stabilizing. The scientists can't figure it out and they're quickly running out of DNA material from Superman.

In their desperation one of the scientists remembers a certain someone they still have in statis and suggests using her DNA. Considering they barely have enough Superman DNA for one more clone and everything else has failed so far, the others agree.

That's how Connor gets born. He barely has any Superman DNA in him but he looks similar enough that the scientists can just pass off any differences as minor mutations.

While Connor is going through his life and Ellie is locked away in an unknown facility, Danny is losing his mind. Ellie failed to check in with him months ago and he's been trying to track her down ever since. But he's looking in the wrong places.

He's convinced that the GIW managed to get their hands on her and has been carving a warpath through their facilities trying to find her. Every time he doesn't find her, he falls into more and more despair as the worse case scenarios flash through his mind. He's even enlisted the help of some of his rogues to explore the ghost zone just in case.

Danny's beginning to think about revealing himself to humanity and threatening them in a last ditch effort to find Ellie when he comes across a very familiar looking boy. Even if he can excuse the features as being common, there's no mistaking the familiar bond that connects them.

#dp x dc #dc x dp #dpxdc #dcxdp #winter's tales

[tsuvvy]

You drew stars around my scars

Pairings: Percy Jackson x reader, Annabeth Chase x reader, Connor Stoll x reader, Leo Valdez x reader (separate)

Summary: They comfort your insecurities of your scars

Warnings: Mentions of scars but no specifications of how they got there, I tried to keep it Gender neutral but kind of failed

You stood in front of the mirror, the sight of the scars on your body making you nauseous. They were disgusting. You were disgusting. Everything about your scarred and ugly body was disgusting.

They made you ugly, gross, and disgusting.

You hadn't heard them come in..

"What's got your pretty head so wrapped up, huh?" He questioned from behind you, startling you out of your thoughts. You raised your gaze to see Percy behind you in the mirror, his arms crossed as he leaned against the door frame, that flirty dumb smirk that made you swoon laid on his lips.

You turned towards him. "How long have you been there?" You questioned, still a bit startled.

"I asked first." He retorted, pushing himself off of the door frame and coming towards you.

You sighed, rolling your eyes and crossing your arms over your chest. You looked away from the mirror; away from him.

"It's nothing," you said, turning away from the mirror all together and grabbing your shirt off the bed. Before you could put it on, Percy pulled the shirt out of your hands, multitasking and pulling you closer with his other arm.

"You and me both know thats a lie, sweetheart," you spoke into your ear.

"Get off, Percy.." You sighed.

"You're beautiful," you paused. He knew, didn’t he? He knew of your insecurities without you even telling him. But, maybe he was just saying that to say that.

His thumb swiped across a scar on your thigh. That made you realize he did know. He was extremely observant and perceptive despite the learning curves he's had.

"No..." You muttered under your breath. You didn’t agree with him.

He kissed your cheek. "C'mon, hon," he led you over to the bed.

"Wait, what?" Before you could even question anything, Percy had laid on top of you. "Percy! Get off of me!"

"Nope!" He grinned down at you. "I'm not getting off until you agree with me that you are beautiful!"

You sighed in annoyance, giving him a scowl before he leaned his weight on you and hugged your middle. No matter how annoying and stubborn he was, he always managed to make you feel better.

You hugged him with one arm, and you winded your hand into his hair.

Even if the inkling of insecurities still rests in the back of your mind, Percy would keep them in the back. As long as he was with you, there was no chance those thoughts were coming forward. He's there for you, and he always will be.

I feel like she's a little ooc, so sorry if she is 😓

"What's wrong?" She asked. She could always tell. All it took for her was a glance your way, and she could read every emotion you felt.

You glanced at her in the mirror, your gaze resting back on your scars.

Annabeth waited a moment before sighing softly. She stepped forward towards you, placing a warm and comforting hand on your elbow.

"You have to get out of your head, love," her voice was soft, comforting. Something she didn't show a lot of the time unless she fully trusted who she was talking to.

"I know," you muttered, stepping into her arms, "I know I do, it's just.. It's just so hard, sometimes." Annabeth stared at you for a moment.

She grabbed your hand, "Come with me," she told you.

"Where are we going?" You asked softly.

"To the strawberry fields." She gave you a smile.

You stared at her. Now, the back or her head as she leads you to the strawberry fields. She always knew you so well. The strawberry fields were always so calming to you. You liked to take strolls in them whenever you were feeling stressed.

"My love," you looked up from the strawberries, looking to your girlfriend.

"Yes?"

"You are beautiful." Your lips parted in a bit of surprise. "I love your scars, and your hair, and your smile, and just.." She paused, kneeling down and giving you a kiss on the cheek. "I love you."

You hadn't seen or even heard the sneaky son of Hermes come into the room. You only noticed him when his warm hand grabbed your hand from behind you startled you.

"Connor?" You questioned, having jumped a moment before when he startled you.

You looked at him in the mirror. His hand on your arm was so light, yet so firm and warm. Your eyes widened slightly when you saw him lean down to your arm, his lips touching a scar on said arm.

You watched him trail his gentle kisses along your scars. Gods, you loved his kisses, and he loved giving them.

Your heart rate increased when his other hand met your torso, gently pulling you to face him just as his lips got to the base of your neck.

"Connor..." You muttered, but he didn't respond as he kissed your jaw.

You gasped softly when his lips finally met yours in a firm yet gentle kiss. And just like his hands on your body, it made you swoon. You leaned into him, and he set his hands on your hips as you laid your arms around his neck.

"You are beautiful," He said, just barely against your lips. You could feel his breath as he spoke, "say it back, tell me you are beautiful."

You were silent for a moment. His eyes had stayed closed for a few moments after the kiss, but when he opened his eyes. You were met with his beautiful sky blue eyes.

"I.." You hesitated, your lip trembling for a second. "I'm beautiful.." You finally muttered out, voice slightly shaky.

"There you go," He smiled, giving your lips a few pecks, "my beautiful girl."

His thumb was gently swiping over a scar on your hip. You didn't want his thumb anywhere else. And for the first time in a long time, you felt a bit better about yourself.

You felt beautiful.

"Well, look at my gorgeous baby!" Leo cheered, that happy smile you could never resist on his face. He hugged you from behind, his warm and dirty arms landing around your waist. He hadn't realized you were feeling down. Not immediately, anyway.

Leo paused, looking at you in the mirror. He could tell something was wrong. "What is it, mi amor?" He questioned. Those dumb nicknames always made your heart flutter.

"Nothing, I..." You paused, swallowing your disgust for yourself. "I'm fine.." Your voice was quieter.

"I can tell when something is wrong," his arms tightened, "Tell me." He urged almost desperately. He hates seeing you upset, and he hates not being able to help even more.

"I feel.." You paused, staring at him in the mirror. Your eyes locked within it. He was listening intently and waiting patiently for what you would say. "My scars.." You said softly.

"Your scars?" He questioned. He ran his hand across one of the scars on your torso, "What about em'? I love em'"

Your heart fluttered at the feeling of his warm hand over the scar. "How could you possibly love them?" You asked, tears welling in your eyes. Your voice was almost breathless, he has to be lying. "They're so gross and ugly, and.." You stopped, preferring to hold the sob in your throat back rather than continuing on rant.

Leo's gaze softened, "Hey, hey.." He gently turned you around. You just opted to hide your face within your hands. "Hey, Hermosa," his voice was gentle, so we're his hands as he grabbed yours, prying them off your face. "You are the most gorgeous person I have ever laid my eyes on, and a few scars isn't going to change that." He could tell his words weren't helping, so he decided on something that might.

Leo backed up for a second, pulling his shirt over his head. "You say I'm handsome all the time," he started, pointing at a scar on his chest. "Does this make me any less handsome?" He questioned.

You sniffed, wiping your eyes and nose. "No..." You muttered quietly.

"Right," he dropped his shirt on the floor and stepped closer to you. One of his arms, he winded behind your back, pulling you closer to him. Then his other, he raised his hand, wiping you tears with his gentle yet calloused thumb, "So why should your scars make you any less beautiful?"

He placed his hand on your jaw, gently holding it as he leaned in and set his warm lips on top of yours.

#percy jackson #percy jackson x reader #percyjackson #annabeth chase x reader #annabeth chase #connor stoll #connor stoll x reader #leo valdez #leo valdez x reader #camp half blood #pjo fandom #pjo #pjo hoo #pjo x reader #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson the lightning thief #percy series #pjo series

[hunterofartemis7]

(This is based of a vidoe I saw years ago and thought was funny?

Raven: someone wanna tell me why my BF and his brother are handcuffed to each other?

Dick: oh hey Rae. So Damian and Tim wouldn’t stop fighting so as punishment, we handcuffed them together

Raven: can’t they easily get out of them?

Jason: normal handcuffs, yes. Specifically designed handcuffs that wound come off till they say 5 nice things about each other, no

Raven: they have to say 5 nice things about each other?

Jason: yep

Raven:……..you know those handcuffs will never come off right?

Dick: hey one of them will give up eventually and the other will follow

Raven; and how long have they been handcuffed?

Bruce: two days..🙄

Raven:….can I please intervene?

Jason: define intervene?

Raven: get them to start saying nice things

Barbra: if you think you can go ahead.

Raven: *walks up to Dami*

Damian: *trying to read while Tim tries to do anything else*

Raven: Dami~

Damian: *looks up* yes beloved?

Raven: I want cuddles🥺

Tim: *looks up from the floor* good luck. Gonna be hard with us handcuffed like this.

Damian: *smacks him* shut up Drake

Raven: please🥺 we haven’t cuddled in days

Damian: I know Beloved and I’m sorry for that. If Grayson hadn’t put these stupid cuffs on us we would be cuddling

Raven: can’t you do something to get them off?🥺

Damian:…*sighs* fine I give in!

Dick: *whispers* oh she’s good

Tim: say what now?

Damian: I give in. Drake…you..are a pretty decent detective

Tim: ..ok we’re doing this ummm…You’re a really good cook

Jason; oh please tell me your recording this?!

Dick: obviously

Damian: your fighting technique is adequate compared to Todd’s

Jason: was that a compliment?

Barbra: I’ll count it

Tim: your art is the best I’ve ever seen

Damian: *mind* this is so stupid. *out-loud* it is.. impressive how hard you work on some cases

Tim: you..make really good garlic bread

Dick: TRY HARDER!

Tim: fine fine! I enjoy your company while on patrol.

Damian: your taste in reading material is better than I thought it was

Tim: your a really good BF to raven

Jason: is it me or is Tim trying harder than Damian?

Bruce: no, he is

Damian; you, somehow, make Connor very happy and I’m thankful for that. He deserves it

Tim: your actually a really good brother

*cuffs fall off*

Jason: about time!

Damian: Tt. *picks up Raven and Carries her to their room for cuddles*

Dick : okay new rule, anytime we have a problem with Damian we call raven

Jason: agreed

#damian x raven #damirae #raven dc #raven roth #raven teen titans #damian wayne #jason todd #robin damian #tim drake #dick grayson #bruce wayne #barbara gordon

[huggybearluvr]

connor bedard sister who is a dancer in new york meeting luke hughes when he went to jersey for his first nhl game, so they know each other before the draft and luke sees her at the draft and maybe they aren’t official yet only gone on a few dates but luke talks to her at the draft and they are all blush and giggly togetehr and the Hughes family(besides jack because he already met her) realizes luke is in love and connor is like gross my big sister with a hockey player no way

our world | lh43

pairing: luke hughes x bedard!reader

summary: You and Luke seem to be in your own little world when together, even on the day of your little brothers draft

Masterlist

You sat at the draft besides your family more than excited for your little brother as his dreams were coming true. You held his hand in yours listening as they called him to the stage.

You smiled hugging your brother, "I am so proud of you Connor."

He smiled back at you, "thank you."

As he took his pictures your eyes glanced around the room landing on aa pair of brown ones you knew all to well. You smiled over at him waving.

He waved back a smile also taking over his face.

He soon sent you a text asking you to meet him after.

After the draft wrapped up you headed down to the lobby with your family seeing Luke and his standing by the exit.

You all made your way that way. When Luke saw you his arms opened, you wrapped you arms around him with a smile as his enclosed around you.

He looked down smiling at you placing a kiss to your forehead.

Both families watching the interaction. The Hughes smiling at the youngest seeing as he was obviously inlove.

Your brother on the other hand looking at the pair of you with disgust litering his face.

Ellen stepped over to your family greeting them, "Would you all like to join us for dinner?"

"We would love too!" Your mom agreed with a smile.

You opted to drive with your family, sitting beside Connor as your dad followed behind the Hughes' to the restaurant.

"Whats with the hockey boyfriend?" Connor asked.

"He's not my boyfriend yet," You smiled over at your little brother.

"Don't date a hockey guy," Connor said with a disgusted look on his face.

"Connor," You said glaring over at him.

"Just don't get hurt," Connor warned, "I won't hesitate to lay him out on the ice."

"Connor, if you couldn't tell by the look on his face, I think he's in love with her," Your mother smiled turning to look at you and your younger brother.

You smiled at her words as your dad pulled into the parking spot.

You got out of the car walking over to Luke who matched the smile on your face.

His hand placed itself on your back leading you into the restaurant following behind the others.

You all sat a booth, your families admiring the way that the pair of you didn't even seem to notice them, you were in your own little world.

#luke hughes #luke hughes x reader #luke hughes imagine #luke hughes blurb #luke hughes fic #luke hughes smut #luke hughes series

[delusionalmultifandomwriter]

Photosynthesis (fluff)

Luke Castellan x gn!demeter!reader fluff

Prompt: It's spring clean at Camp Halfblood and Luke wants to bath in sun with you

I feel like i haven't posted in forever because i was busy grinding Stardew Valley. But im back so enjoy!!

Spring at Camp Halfblood was always an event. It was time for a deep clean of all cabins and the big house, sweeping the arena and taking care of all the minor things before the majority of the campers arrived for the summer.

As the counselor of the Demeter cabin it was your job to supervise the campers that took care off the strawberry fields. They had to be in top shape before the next season.

Today was one of the first sunny days of the year, even though with the wind it was still a little cold. You were shooing some campers around, most of them being your siblings but Luke also spotted some satyrs and a few unclaimed kids. Castor and Pollux both leaned over rows of strawberries, parting the plants and placing the spare ones into buckets gently.

"Connor, Travis, put that worm down!" You shouted across the strawberry field. The two raven-haired boys where running across the field, stepping on some plants and pestering the other kids with some worms they found in the dirt.

Luke smiled at you as he approached you, taking in the sight of you. You were wearing the orange camp halfblood tshirt, blue jeans and green flipflops. You were giving the siblings a killer gaze which left Luke laughing. He approached you quickly and wrapped his arms around you.

"You need to teach your kids some manners." You growled unhappy. Luke kept you in a tight hug and rocked you around a little. "And you need to take a breath." He mocked, pocking your forehead and rubbing over the angry wrinkles on your forehead.

You huffed and bumped your head into Luke's shoulder before you raised your head and kissed him gently. Luke smiled into the kiss and rubbed his thumbs over your hips.

"You look very pretty today." He whispered. "The spring gives you a nice glow." You smiled in return and couldn't help but to blush a tiny but. "I'm so glad the winter is over." You groaned into his chest. The winter always left you feeling dull and empty.

Luke rubbed your back up and down. "Agreed. I hate seeing you so sad because of it. Now you are blooming again, that's way better." He laughed slightly and you could feel the laugh vibrating in his chest. You grinned up at him but suddenly, there was a distant scream and two laughs. "Oh for heaven's sake." You grumbled angrily and pulled away from Luke.

You jumped over a few strawberry plants and stormed over towards the source of the scream.

Connor and Travis where hiding behind the Athena cabin, a metal bucket with some worms in the between them. Annabeth Chase, one of the younger Athena girls, was ducking away as they threw worms at her.

You growled angrily and raised your hand. One of the closer apple trees bowed down its branches and picked up the two boys by their hoods.

"Whoa, oh no." Travis shouted as he was lifted a few feet into the air. "And what excatly are you two doing here?" You ask sternly but cracked a smile as you saw Annabeth giggling in the distance.

"We were spreading the worm colony." Travis argued quickly. "That's right. So all plants have enough worms and become pretty." Connor added.

You rolled your eyes and let the tree hold them a little higher over the ground. "I am very sure that Annabeth is pretty enough and doesn't need the assistance of some worms." You argued.

Luke appeared behind you and stopped next to you, standing tall with crossed arms and a smirk. "Luke, help! They're being mean." Connor said, suddenly very whiny and you had to hold back a laugh. Luke chuckled and nodded.

"Mhh, sure. Very, very mean. The most evil person we will ever meet." He joked and patted your hair.

"Can you please let us down?" Travis asked with big, innocent eyes. "No." You said unrelenting. "Please!!" They now whined in unison.

"Come on." Luke patted your back encouraging. You rolled your eyes annoyed. "No."

"What if you get a kiss for it?" Luke suggested mischievously. Connor and Travis groaned dramatically. You smirked at Luke. "You know what... it's a deal."

Luke smiled and leaned closer to you, kissing you gently which caused the siblings to make fake gagging noises. Luke pulled away and leaned his forehead against yours.

"You get another kiss if you let them go now." He whispered. You grumbled unhappy but dropped the Stolls on the floor. They both quickly got up and headed off in a swift pace, turning their heads a few times anxiously which made you laugh.

Luke wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his head on your shoulder. He let out a pleased sigh and peppered your neck with a few kisses which caused you to giggle. "Brats." You mumbled and leaned back into Luke's embrace.

Luke chuckled. "Don't let them ruin your day. Instead i wanted to ask if you wanted to go to the beach with me and do some photosynthesis?"

You burst out laughing. "You know im not a plant?" You chuckled and turned around to hug Luke tightly. "But i would love to lay in the sun with you."

Luke smiled and hugged you back tightly. "Awesome. See? It's photosynthesis."

You rolled your eyes but smiled widely. "Whatever you say, love."

#my writing #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan #demeter reader #gn reader #x reader #pjo fandom #percy jackon and the olympians #fluff #the stolls #pre: the lightning thief #no use of y/n

[wowevenmoreloveonearth]

You know what? I have become a gaylor sympathiser

This is going to be a long post, sorry! Please read the full post before even thinking about commenting.

Over the past few days I’ve seen a few posts on my dash about taylor swift and her fans that have left a bad taste in my mouth.

I know that a lot of people think that some fans of her are “trying to make her gay” and I just wanted to put the record straight and defend some people after actually looking at what’s going on. And I know I’m probably opening myself up for tumblr’s poor reading comprehension but before I start I’m going to say this:

I do not think taylor swift is a lesbian

Ok? Now let’s have a conversation.

First of all from what I’ve seen most of the fans who talk about Taylor swift and queerness do it from a point of literary analysis and learning queer history. This is a huge part of the community and lots of people have said that they never would have learnt so much about queer history without reading taylor swift’s works through a queer lens.

Adding on to that point, it seems a little hypocritical for the gay site which loves queer readings of books, tv shows, songs, musicals, films etc to be bullying a pretty small group of people who are mainly doing queer readings of lyrics. Especially when those people get near constant death threats. Instead of bullying these people (who don’t think or do what you think they think and do) why don’t you go outside and think “does this affect me? No. Do I agree with them? No. Am I going to cyber bully them because of this? No.”

Secondly, for the people who believe that any speculation on a real persons sexuality is 100% wrong. I used to think this too but I have changed my mind a bit about this recently after stopping and thinking about it properly. I’m not trying to change your mind at all I just want you to stop and think for a minute.

If you only get mad when speculation is queer in nature, then maybe think about that for a minute. Why is it totally wrong to think a person might be queer. We probably do it in our daily lives with people we know and they likely do it with us, back in the day that’s how queer people found each other-by speculating on sexuality. Would you be upset if you found out someone that you know thought you might be queer? I wouldn’t, maybe you would but if you would, why? Why is it terrible to think someone might be queer (this is NOT about hounding a person to admit to being queer like shawn mendes, this is just thinking in your head and on your small blog that the person will likely never see). Also this is literally the website where we talk about historical (real people) being gay even when they would have never said something to the equivalent.

An addition to this point before people start saying in the comments is that this is NOT the same situation as with kit connor. The issue there was people assuming that he was straight and taking that role away from a queer person. Speculating that he was queer was the opposite of what happened in that situation. So this is not an example of what happens when you speculate queerness.

Final things to say:

1) don’t believe every post you see with someone looking insane about taylor swift being gay, a lot of them are fake.

2) before anyone says “they should listen to real queer artists instead” most of them very much do. There’s a lot of fans of Hayley kiyoko, girl in red, Janelle monae, tegan and sara, zolita, kehlani etc.

3) there are some queer flags that are there. Sorry but there are. Hairpin drops, lavender, the ladder, flag colours, songs about women, friend of dorothy reference. Whether they are intentional is a different matter.

4) shipping real people is not what is happening for the majority of the people in the community. Also this comes back to queer vs straight again. Plenty of swifties ship taylor with men she’s been seen with and no one goes into their inboxes and sends death threats even when they are the ones making taylor swift all about the men she may or may not have dated.

5) taylor swift has never stated her sexuality. I know this may be hard to belive based off of how some people act, but it’s true. She has made vague statements which could have many meanings but she has never clearly stated anything. When gaylors get upset with taylor it is not because she said she is straight, it’s because they are getting death threats and doxxed and she seems to either be unaware of it (which is unlikely given how she seems to be a little terminally online) or she doesn’t care enough to tell her fans to stop.

6) if she does explicitly say she’s straight then there will probably be disappointment in her use of queer history and flags and her potential queer erasure (as we saw with lavender haze, with straight women describing their relationships as lavender) and centring herself in queer spaces (like the you need to calm down music video) but no one will be angry that she’s not gay. And a lot will probably be grateful that she actually explicitly stated for the record to absolve any confusion. The main issue would likely be other fans ramping up the death threats and bullying.

In conclusion: these people who do queer analysis of Taylor’s work are not trying to out her or make her gay etc. if you don’t understand it that’s fine it’s clearly not for you and you can go quite easily without seeing any of it. It’s not illegal to read works through a queer lens and if it means more people know about queer history then I think that’s a very good thing.

I changed my mind after looking at what a lot of people are actually saying rather than what people perceive them to be saying and maybe you will too?

Just be kinder to people online please and if you don’t like what people are saying block them and do not engage!

#taylor swift #long post #gaylor #gaylor swift #friend of dorothea #friends of dorothea #lgbtqia

[stealingyourbones]

Danny Phantom meets Superman. More accurately I should say that Danny Fenton meets Clark Kent.

Let me make this clear cause people seem to forget this: superman is smart. Clark kent is a very intelligent guy. Hes an INVESTIGATIVE journalist. He works with Lois Lane whos a multiple Pultizer prize winner and you know damn well that Lois wouldn’t work with anyone that cant keep up with her in both wits and smarts. He’s good at his job and in some comics he gets Pulitzer Prizes from some of his articles as well. Dude is dumb but he’s smart if you get what I’m saying. High Int. Low Wis.

With that in mind, During an assignment by Perry White, Lois and Clark meet the Fentons in their Amnesty residence to get some quotes on an article that discusses “Everything we thought didn’t exist is now real. Superheroes, Aliens, even Vampires, so why do we not Believe in Ghosts?”

Clark Kent spots Danny and notices instantly that MANY things are wrong with this child. His shoulders are hunched in a way that is intentional and tensed. Like he doesn’t know if he should fight or flee. His eyes are darting around and constantly taking in their surroundings like he’s waiting for something to barge in. His heart is beating far slower than it should. The kid intentionally makes his chest rise and fall but he’s not breathing in any oxygen. All of those are concerning but they can happen in metas. The thing that isn’t normal is that Clark can’t hear any of Danny’s other organs working. Like the kid is a revitalized corpse and his body only thought to bring back half of its needed functions.

So Clark does some digging. He doesn’t want to tell any of the Justice League because this isn’t a Superman job, this is a job for Clark Kent. He gets some help from Oracle and with her word that she won’t say anything to batman, He agrees to update her regularly about the kids situation.

Oracle sends over some VERY concerning documents from an organization called “The Ghost Investigation Ward”. Oracle tells Clark that she’s working on tipping off the Bats and Birds so they can help dismantle the organization.

While sifting through the documents Clark comes across a profile of a “Danny Phantom”. As I said, Clark isn’t stupid. There is definitely a profile of Danny Fenton as well since he’s the son of two world renown ghost hunters. He puts the two and two together and uncovers just the horrible treatment that Phantom has been receiving from his parents, the government, and his peers. Clark is outraged and can’t just stand aside and let this kid suffer. So he makes another trip to the Fenton residence under the guise of needing another quote and sits Danny and Jazz down and tells him that he knows of the terrible lab safety, the immoral experiments his parents do on the regular, the neglect of the kids in pursuit of scientific discovery. He knows and he wants to help. Clark tells Danny and Jazz that there is an apartment available right nextdoor from his and that he can help them get to a safer location and apply for emancipation.

The Fenton kids are shocked at this guy and his immensely kind heart. Danny knows something is up though. Something is up with Clark Kent. He looks like all his life would be spent in the gym when he isn’t at work and yet Danny can’t find a thing on Clarks interest in working out. His baggy clothes somewhat cover up his muscles but his frame is far too wide to be hidden. Clarks heartbeat is slightly faster than the average persons. No human eyes could be that startlingly sky blue. And Danny knows that he has seen Clarks face somewhere but he cant put a pin on it.

The Fenton kids agree and they get brought to metropolis and the emancipation case is no problem with the evidence Clark managed to collect. The kids get the apartment next to Clarks and Clark helps them grow and get better mentally and situationally. Clark knows that in a way he’s trying to make up for his neglect on Connor but he still knows that helping these kids is the right decision.

After a month or so, Clark and the Fenton kids have a rhythm of meeting at each others apartments, getting doted over to make sure that the fentons are well fed and have everything they need and are getting settled into their new life.

Clark hasn’t told the league. Oracle keeps her promise to keep the Fentons out of Batman and the Justice League’s radar. Clark knows that he will have to tell them soon eventually. He knows that things like this wont last. He tries his best to keep these kids happy and support them how an actual caring parent should act.

A few months into the Fentons stay in Metropolis on a cool autumn afternoon, Danny is sitting on a beanbag chair reading a ratty old book that Clark lent him as Clark is typing away on his computer writing up an article for the Daily Planet when Danny looks over to Clark and says,

“I’m Phantom.”

Clark pauses typing and shoots a small smile towards danny, “I know.”

Danny nods in relieved acceptance as Clark straightens up from his hunced over position on his computer.

He pulls back his shirt collar slightly to show the blue suit and red cape. “I’m Superman.”

Danny looks at him and smiles, “I know.”

They both just sit and continue reading and writing with soft smiles on their faces. Comforted at the exchange and that it’s finally out there and eachother knew.

After a while Danny’s obsession gets to be too much. He tells Clark about it and that he has to find a way to sate his obsession of protecting and Clark accepts that it was only a matter of time and invites him to meet the League.

When Superman brings Danny to the Watchtower, saying that the rest of his fellow superheroes were shocked would be an understatement. The Man of Steel and this ghost kid are talking like a father and son.

To say that Batman was pissed that he wasn’t informed of this child is also an understatement. But there is also some amusement and respect under that frustration. Superman managed to keep this kid under wraps and didn’t even alert Batman. Superman smirking and saying under his breath to him “Looks like the World's Greatest Detective isn’t so great huh?” Makes Batman respect the man even more.

In the Watchtower, Danny meets up with Teen Titans/The Team/Whatever They’re Called Now, and meets Conner. Conner is understandably pissed and spiteful that Danny got to have Superman as a father figure.

Conner knows that Superman treating Danny this way is definitely a way of him trying to make up for the faults and breaks he had with his parental relationship with Conner. he agrees with himself that he shouldn’t hate Danny for having Superman as a Dad and the two get along like tinder and matches. Connor still has a grudge against Superman don’t get me wrong, just not as much as before.

Sometimes while the League is in battle, Superman likes to just look for Danny and watch him hold his own against world ending threats. Danny is now truly confident and it’s no longer a facade. He’s no longer hunching into himself to look smaller. He laughs more often now and seems to be genuinely happy. Superman fondly looks at his son as his kids eyes flicker with green fire as he says a shitty ice pun and freezes Metallo in his tracks with ghostly ice.

#dp x dc #prompt #writing prompt #who am I kidding this is basically an outline of a fic not a prompt #eh might as well put the tag there #Danny phantom #dc comics #Superman #Batman #I just want happy dad Clark Kent do you understand? #I want this static ass character of a man have the writers give him some character growth so I’ll do it my self the only way I know how #writing a concept for a fic crossover that would no way in hell happen in cannon #Lois Lane gets along super well with Jazz. they’re both super smart ladies and would make an unstoppable force against nature #I like to think Danny has similar unbreakable skin besides ghost weapons like Superman and Kryptonite #so imagine Clark Kent being really happy that he can finally hug someone with his full strength and not kill them #think on that one for a second

[racefortheironthrone]

What did you think of X-Men Blue Origins?

(I may turn this into a People's History of the Marvel Universe later today, so keep an eye on this space.)

X-Men Blue: Origins and the Power of the Additive Retcon

(WARNING: heavy spoilers under the cut)

Introduction

If you've been a long-time X-Men reader, or you're a listener of Jay & Miles or Cerebrocast or any number of other LGBT+ X-Men podcasts, you probably know the story about how Chris Claremont wrote Mystique and Destiny as a lesbian couple, but had to use obscure verbiage and subtextual coding to get past Jim Shooter's blanket ban on LGBT+ characters in the Marvel Universe.

Likewise, you're probably also familiar with the story that, when Chris Claremont came up with the idea that Raven Darkholme and Kurt Wagner were related (a plot point set up all the way back in Uncanny X-Men #142), he intended that Mystique was Nightcrawler's father, having used her shapeshifting powers to take on a male body and impregnate (her one true love) Irene. This would have moved far beyond subtext - but it proved to be a bridge too far for Marvel editorial, and Claremont was never able to get it past S&P.

This lacuna in the backstories of Kurt and Raven - who was Kurt's father? - would remain one of the enduring mysteries of the X-Men mythos...and if there's one thing that comic writers like, it's filling in these gaps with a retcon.

Enter the Draco

Before I get into the most infamous story in all of X-Men history, I want to talk about retcons a bit. As I've written before:

"As long as there have been comic books, there have been retcons. For all that they have acquired a bad reputation, retcons can be an incredibly useful tool in comics writing and shouldn’t be dismissed out of hand. Done right, retcons can add an enormous amount of depth and breadth to a character, making their worlds far richer than they were before. Instead, I would argue that retcons should be judged on the basis of whether they’re additive (bringing something new to the character by showing us a previously unknown aspect of their lives we never knew existed before) or subtractive (taking away something from the character that had previously been an important part of their identity), and how well those changes suit the character."

For a good example of an additive retcon, I would point to Chris Claremont re-writing Magneto's entire personality by revealing that he was a Jewish survivor of the Holocaust. As I have argued at some length, this transformed Magneto from a Doctor Doom knockoff into a complex and sympathetic character who could now work as a villain, anti-villain, anti-hero, or hero depending on the needs of the story.

For a good example of a subtractive retcon, I would point to...the Draco. If you're not familiar with this story, the TLDR is that it was revealed that Kurt's father was Azazel - an evil ancient mutant with the same powers and the same appearance (albeit color-shifted) as Kurt, who claims to be the devil and is part of a tribe of demonic-looking mutants who were banished to the Brimstone Dimension, and who fathered Nightcrawler as part of a plot to end this banishment.

I don't want to belabor Chuck Austen, because I think that Connor Goldsmith is right about his run actually being a camp cult classic in retrospect. However, I think we both agree that the Draco was a misfire, because of how the retcon undermined Kurt's entire thematic purpose as established in Giant-Size X-Men that Nightcrawler was actually a noble and arguably saintly man who suffered from unjust prejudice due to the random accident that his mutation made him appear to be a demon, and because of how the retcon undermined the centrality of Mystique and Destiny's relationship.

X-Men Blue Origins

This brings us to the Krakoan era. In HOXPOX and X-Men and Inferno, Jonathan Hickman had made Mystique and Destiny a crucial part of the story in a way that they hadn't been in decades: they were the great nemeses of Moira X, they were the force that threatened to burn Krakoa to the ground by revealing the devil's bargain that Xavier had struck with Sinister (and Moira), they were the lens through which the potential futures of Krakoa were explored, and they ultimately reshaped the Quiet Council and the Five in incredibly consequential ways.

This throughline was furthered after Hickman's departure, with Kieron Gillen exploring the backstories of Mystique and Destiny in Immortal X-Men and Sins of Sinister, and both Gillen and Si Spurrier exploring their relationship with Nightcrawler in AXE Judgement Day, Sins of Sinister, Way of X, Legion of X, Nightcrawlers, and Sons of X. One of the threads that wove through the interconnected fabric of these books was an increasing closeness between Kurt and Irene that needed an explanation. Many long-time readers began to anticipate that a retcon about Kurt's parentage was coming - and then we got X-Men Blue: Origins.

In this one issue, Si Spurrier had the difficult assignment of figuring out a way to "fix" the Draco and restore Claremont's intended backstory in a way that was surgical and elegant, that served the character arcs of Kurt, Raven, and Irene, and that dealt with complicated issues of trans and nonbinary representation, lesbian representation, disability representation, and the protean nature of the mutant metaphor. Thanks to help from Charlie Jane Anders and Steve Foxe, I think Spurrier succeeded tremendously.

I don't want to go through the issue beat-by-beat, because you should all read it, but the major retcon is that Mystique turns out to be a near-Omega level shapeshifter, who can rewrite themselves on a molecular level. Raven transformed into a male body and impregnated Irene, using bits of Azazel and many other men's DNA as her "pigments." In addition to being a deeply felt desire on both their parts to have a family together, this was part of Irene's plan to save them both (and the entire world) from Azazel's schemes, a plan that required them to abandon Kurt as a scapegoat-savior (a la Robert Graves' King Jesus), and to have Xavier wipe both their memories.

Now, I'm not the right person to write about what this story means on a representational level; I'll leave it to my LGBT+ colleagues on the Cerebrocast discord and elsewhere to discuss the personal resonances the story had for them.

What I will say, however, is that I thought this issue threaded the needle of all of these competing imperatives very deftly. It "fixed" the Draco without completely negating it, it really deepened and complicated the characters and relationships of both Raven and Irene (by showing that, in a lot of ways, Destiny is the more ruthless and manipulative of the two), and it honored Kurt's core identity as a man of hope and compassion (even if it did put him in a rather thankless ingénue role for much of the book).

It is the very acme of an additive retcon; nothing was lost, everything was gained.

I still think the baby Nightcrawler is just a bad bit, but then again I don't really vibe with Spurrier's comedic stylings.

#xmen #xmen meta #raven darkholme #kurt wagner #irene adler #xmen blue #nightcrawler #mystique #destiny #chris claremont #si spurrier #krakoa #retcons #xmen spoilers #hoxpox

[sunflower-lilac42]

✧ 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐮𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐭 || flowers au ♔

summary: connor receives his first bouquet from violet after she visits for her first game

warnings: none, i don't think

notes: finally a happy one! don't worry these upcoming ones all are happy ones as well but i love angst so... that might change. also do you guys want more of the fantilli siblings?? i feel like i have just been writing for violet and connor which i don't mind doing, i love it, but i feel like i made her the sister of luca and adam and i haven't really made it a point to really explore their relationship. also this would've been out earlier but I kind of started watching the golden globes so... and everytime i write connor saying 'sweet girl' or 'pretty girl' i literally die inside. feel free to ask anything for the au because i love hearing from you guys and i hope to answer some questions if you have any. add yourself to the taglist ➵ taglist!

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After relentless begging, text after text, call after call, bribe after bribe, Violet finally agreed to take a weekend to drive up to the city to watch one of Connor’s games. In reality, it didn’t take much for her to agree it was just the timing of his games and her school things that made it almost entirely impossible for her to visit. 

Connor was bouncing off the walls when he got the text from her saying she was coming for not only one but two games, however, he knew the second one wasn’t for him. It worked out that the game she decided to go to, they were playing the Devils the next day. She debated heavily for a while before she decided to get tickets to that one as well. 

Connor was more than happy to get her tickets, Violet initially refused the offer from the boy but he wasn’t having any of it. Getting her two tickets for both the Panthers and the Devils games. He hasn’t been this excited and nervous for a game since his debut and even then, he was calmer than that. 

Violet spent all week working on his bouquet. She hadn’t thought about which flower he represented and when she did, she didn’t know which one to give him. There were so many that he could be, yet as she looked through her book of flowers corresponding them with her favorites, she landed on canterbury bells. 

She had fallen in love with these flowers right before her high school graduation. They were outside the venue where she would graduate from and snapped a picture, not having time to look it up. When she looked up pictures she was immediately entranced by their beauty and knew that she should save those flowers for someone special. 

When she got word of Nico being injured, she was saddened for both him and the team. He was their captain, they couldn’t do anything without them. So even though she’s only met the man once or twice her whole life, she still made him a bouquet.

She dragged Ollie to the games with her, the two of them driving up to Chicago after Ollie’s last class on Friday. She hadn’t seen Connor in forever and she was super excited. She texted him throughout the drive, mostly because Connor wanted to make sure they were driving safely and nothing happened along the way.

When they arrived at Connor’s apartment, she knocked on the door, “I’m waiting.”

Connor opened the door and immediately grinned, bringing her into a hug which she gladly accepted. Ollie excused herself into the apartment as the two stayed hugging, “I missed you.”

Connor sighed, placing his chin on her head, “I missed you too.”

“I need to tell you everything that’s happened in the past however many months.” She giggled, ready for her gossip session with her best friend. 

Connor laughed and led her into his apartment, placing her bag into his room, “You are okay sharing with me right? Or would you rather stay with Ollie?”

She placed a hand on his arm, “If I wasn’t okay with it I wouldn’t have offered it. Now what are we doing for dinner, I’m starving.” She flopped down on his bed curling up into the comforter. 

“I don’t know, what do you want?”

Before she even got a word out, Ollie screamed from the guest room, “Texas Roadhouse!”

Ollie had been obsessed with Texas Roadhouse since she started going to UofI. She and Violet were wandering about and were extremely hungry so they decided to go somewhere they had never been before. She fell in love with the rolls and everything else was history.

“Of course, she does.” Violet turned over and got under the covers of Connor’s bed. Connor raised an eyebrow at her, “What are you doing?”

She shot him an innocent smile, “Getting comfy. I don’t want to go anywhere?”

“Is that true, sweet girl?” Violet blushed at the nickname, Connor only really used it if she was in the middle of an anxiety or a panic attack. She just nodded as she closed her eyes, smelling the fading scent of Connor from the pillow. 

“How about I can go and get it and then bring it back.”

“I came here to see you, I want to spend time with you especially because you have games the next two days.” Her eyes focused on the ground before fiddling with her fingers and picking at them.

Connor placed a hand over her own to stop her from picking at them, “Hey, stop it. You can go with me if you want.”

She popped up quickly, “Okay!”

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Ollie ate in the guest room, not wanting to impede on the growing relationship happening outside her door. Violet and Connor sat in the small living room watching the Blues and Devils game. They were in the middle of talking when all of a sudden the announcers started talking loudly and they couldn’t hear the sound of the skates anymore. 

Violet looked at the TV to see Jack against the boards, not moving. She gasped in horror as they played the replay, even though it didn’t look that bad, he still wasn’t moving. Her leg started to bounce anxiously, Connor pulled her to his side, “Hey it’s okay, sweet girl. He’s going to be okay.”

Even though they weren’t the closest friends, they still cared about each other. Jack and Violet’s relationship was just a bunch of banter and annoyance for one another, but if she needed to or if he did, they knew they could go to each other. 

She never stopped thinking of the worst possible outcome, “What if he’s not? Luke must be so worried right now. I couldn’t imagine if Adam or Luca got hurt.”

The boy moved her to sit in front of him and she wrapped her arms around his torso. Connor unfolded his legs and she scooted closer so she could rest her head on his chest. He wrapped an arm around her and placed his other hand on her head, keeping it where it was, “He’s fine, sweetheart. Calm down, please. I hate seeing you cry.”

She calmed down at his touch, one of the quickest times she had calmed down from an emotional high. When she pulled away Connor looked down at her, “Hey there she is.”

He wiped the tears off of her cheeks and smiled, “There’s the pretty girl.”

She groaned, hiding her face back in his chest once more, a blush rising to her face, “Connor. Stop it.”

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Before the game, Violet and Ollie went out and explored Chicago. They went to the Bean and went to Magnolia Bakery. They went shopping because they both knew that if Connor had gone with them, he would’ve tried to pay for everything. 

Ollie teased the girl as she put on her Bedard jersey, “When are you guys going to get together?”

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, come on. You two are so in love with each other that it’s annoying and gross.”

“We are not.”

“Then what were all the nicknames I heard last night, ‘sweet girl’, ‘pretty girl’, ‘sweetheart’?”

“He was just being nice. No one could like me like that.”

“What do you mean V? You are one of the most amazing people ever. You are the kindest soul, you’re out of this world gorgeous, and you make time for everyone. You are the main character of a book or a movie.”

“No, I’m not and can we move on from this, please?” Ollie frowned, saddened by her friend's self-esteem. 

The two drove in almost complete silence, Violet worrying about whether or not Connor liked her. Sure, she had had a deep affection for the boy but when her roommate asked her that question she couldn’t stop asking herself if she liked him.

She never knew why they instantly clicked, whether it was because she was a damsel in distress and he saved her, or simply just because they were the same age. They never went a day without communicating and that hadn’t happened to her ever. She did find it weird that he always wanted to pay for things but she thought it was just because he was being a gentleman. Her last boyfriend was a point-blank asshole that she never told anyone about, so she was unfamiliar with a healthy and good relationship. 

As they pulled into the United Center, Violet felt another wave of anxiety rushing through her, she didn’t want Connor to get hurt. She noticed all the other Bedard jerseys on other people’s backs. She hadn’t felt that bothered by it until she noticed a group of girls, roughly the same age as her, maybe a year younger, and an intense feeling of jealousy came over her. 

‘They are so much prettier than me.’ ‘Connor would be happier with them.’ ‘They probably don’t have issues like I do.’ ‘They probably don’t have a fit over every little thing that happens.’

She pushed the thoughts out of her head, she was here to see Connor, and Connor was excited for her to be here. She and Ollie conversed throughout the game, making little comments here and there. Connor kept looking at her when he was on the bench or when the play stopped. 

When he got his goal, Violet jumped so high, excited for the boy. He pointed at her as he skated back to the bench, a barely noticeable wink but when they showed him on the video board she blushed. Some of the girls were talking around her but she couldn’t pay any mind to it when he was on the ice, eyes laser focused on not only him but anyone who came close to him. 

When he got his high-sticking penalty in the third period, Ollie nudged her, “Ooooo, looks like you got yourself a bad boy.”

“Shut up.”

After the game was over, they stayed behind waiting for the stars of the game. The second star of the game was Connor and he pointed at her once more with his stick, causing her cheeks to redden again. He could do anything at this point and she would blush. 

They met Connor back at his apartment and Ollie went immediately to bed. Violet stayed up until Connor was done with his shower and he laid down next to her, “Hi.”

“Hi. nice job tonight.”

“Thank you.”

“I got you something.”

“You didn’t have to.”

“But I wanted to, now shut up and close your eyes.” Violet walked over to her bag where she had hidden the bouquet. 

When it was in her hand she sat in front of him on the bed and held it out, “Open.”

Connor opened his eyes and looked down, eyes immediately watering, “You made me a bouquet?”

He had always wanted one after she told him about them. There was something about Violet's flowers that just made him so happy and the fact that he got one made him feel special, “Thank you.”

He examined the flowers with precision, not wanting to miss any details, “What are they?”

“Canterbury bells.”

“And what do they mean?”

“Do you really want to know?”

“Of course!”

“They represent faith, gratitude, and constancy. I’m really grateful for you and they just reminded me of a special person which is you.”

Connor couldn’t help but let a few tears fall, “That means a lot.”

“Con, don’t cry!”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

“It’s okay.” She hugged him tightly, and that’s how the two fell asleep that night.

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violetsdiaries

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violetsdiaries i went to chicago this weekend and saw my best friend! if you wish to know, the sunflowers are for Luke, the multi-colored roses are for Nico as a get better, and the opened tulips are for Jack as a get better as well. if you're worried, don't be! luke's taking care of them for me 🫶🏻 missed you lukey 🥲

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lhughes_06 they arrived safely to jersey

⤷ violetsdiaries thank you, thank you, thank you

jackhughes thanks, v. they're really nice

⤷ violetsdiaries of course jacky, don't say i never did naything ncie for you

nicohischier we've met each other once? twice? i can't believe you made me a famous violet bouquet.

⤷ violetsdiaries nico you are the most precious person ever. also famous??

⤷ nicohischier yeah, lhughes_06 never shuts up about them

⤷ violetsdiaries lukeyyyy you got some explaining to do

⤷ lhughes_06 no i don't

adamfantilli wait, there's four bouquets there 🧐

⤷ violetsdiaries i guess that one year of college really paid off 😧

⤷ adamfantilli i don't need your sass missy

⤷ violetsdiaries i was going to tell you but after that comment...

user01 she's so secretive but i'm kind of living for it

user02 i really want to know who that fourth bouquet is for 😫

⤷ user03 fr, i need to know who's so special for them to get a violet bouquet

⤷ user04 the torture needs to end violetsdiaries

⤷ violetsdiaries i would love to tell you guys, but not yet

luca.fantilli you'll tell me tho right violetsdiaries? i'm your favorite brother

⤷ violetsdiaries hahaha no

ollie.barnes hehe adamfantilli & luca.fantilli i know!

⤷ adamfantilli ollie, you're our favorite

⤷ luca.fantilli yeah, adam will buy you anything you want

⤷ ollie.barnes sorry boys, i'm loyal to violet

thompsonjared63 you went to a hockey game without us

⤷ violetsdiaries i'm so sorry, i'll bring you next time

⤷ _connorbedard uh...

⤷ user05 connor why you being like that

⤷ user06 a little sus

⤷ user07 1. who is this man and 2. why is he in her comment section

⤷ user05 he was the first overall pick in the 2023 nhl draft and apparently he knows violet, he's been liking and commenting on her posts for like five or six months now

⤷ violetsdiaries no comment

user08 i feel like her and connor would be a really cute couple

⤷ user09 agreed!

⤷ markestapa i don't

user10 chicago vlog!

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messyviolets ollie and i had a bit of fun in chicago... i came for one but saw another... anyways i missed luke so much so it was good to see him. thank you to ollie for the most amazing pics ever

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lhughes_06 missed my best friend 💜

⤷ markestapa i miss my best friend too

⤷ violetsdiaries i'm so sorry marky, i promise i'll visit over break

⤷ markestapa you better

markestapa adamfantilli, luca.fantilli, and i are alll ganging up on you. who's this mysterious person??

⤷ messyviolets no, i deserve my privacy 🙂

nathan.dash she's abandoning us

⤷ aidan.taylor we should kidnap her

⤷ mmcarthy06 as much as i would love to, we can't

⤷ emmett.joy not if she consents

⤷ aidan.taylor then it wouldn't be kidnapping

⤷ drakenilescox we should ask her messyviolets

⤷ messyviolets we're hanging out this weekend 🤭

⤷ a.varrassi22 yay!

⤷ alekleskaj17 yay!

⤷ nathan.dash yay!

⤷ justin.rolland94 yay!

⤷ nick7andersen yay!

⤷ thompsonjared63 yay!

⤷ aidan.taylor yay!

⤷ mmcarthy06 yay!

⤷ drakenilescox yay!

markestapa why are all these illini guys here?

⤷ messyviolets because they are my friends, you got a problem with it estapa?

⤷ aidan.taylor yeah, estapa

⤷ messyviolets aidan, honey, no fighting

⤷ aidan.taylor sorry, v

⤷ markestapa um, not really you're business either

⤷ messyviolets i know you're upset i didn't go to umich, mark, but you can't be acting like this

ollie.barnes we need to have more road trips together

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_connorbedard so... you went to a hawks game

⤷ messyviolets of course! gotta support lukasreichel44

⤷ lukasreichel44 oh yeah, totally

⤷ messyviolets lukas and i are best friends

⤷ _connorbedard i thought i was your best friend

⤷ lhughes_06 _connorbedard that's what i thought too

⤷ adam.fantilli you're really hustling all these guys messyviolets

⤷ messyviolets you have no clue, bro

_connorbedard you didn't die while driving

⤷ ollie.barnes that's because she mad me drive

⤷ messyviolets hey, i drove in the city! you should be proud of me connie

⤷ _connorbedard i am very proud of you, v

⤷ user11 wait they are so cute

⤷ user12 if we don't get more bantilli i will cry, or riot, but mostly cry

⤷ user11 ikr, if he's been who she's posting about, ugh they are amazing and so cute, it's literally like a dream

⤷user13 they are like straight of a book like a forbidden romance or a hidden romance

⤷ user12 wait, you're so right!

_quinnhughes how do you always manage to find cones?

⤷ violetsdiaries because I like them so they just show up everywhere and anywhere

𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻 ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

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@ivy-34 | @itsnotgray | @daisysnhl | @love4ldr | @dancerbailey3 | @love4lando | @thescooby-gang | @biscuit-muffin05 | @toasttt11

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[anathemaloren]

One for the road

✿ daniel ricciardo x actress!reader (and pedro pascal daughter)

✿ just something i have been thinking about

y/npascalisapunk ☑ • 2 hours ago

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1,289,037 likes y/npascalisapunk livin my best life

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kit.connor jesus we got kicked out 2 seconds after taking that photo did u have to post it?

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y/npascalisapunk it was absolutely necessary ☝🏼

bellaramsey the people have to see the real you, connor kit.connor oh shut up, you were the one who got us kicked out in the first place bellaramsey not relevant

scuderiaferrari loved to have you there!

redbullracing she had more fun with us

pascalisapunk preciosa 😍🥰🤩 [beautiful]

y/npascalisapunk gracias papá ❤❤ [thanks dad]

danielricciardo ☑ • 8 hours ago

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2,789,187 likes danielricciardo guess we can say it now @y/npascalisapunk

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y/npascalisapunk i mean sure i guess it's only been a year yk?

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kit.connor remember the convo we had abt me murdering you if you treat her wrong? it's still on

bellaramsey prolly the only time im going to agree w him

pascalisapunk finally able to be proud of my son in law!

danielricciardo thanks pedro!

landonorris i was sick of thirdwheeling for the sake of secrey

danielriccciardo you love her

landonorris not as much as you do

y/npascalisapunk ☑ • 5 hours ago

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3,579,970 likes y/npascalisapunk @.danielricciardo it wasn't so difficult was it?

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danielricciardo just a bit

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pascalisapunk now he's going to be my OFFICIAL son in law!

y/npascalisapunk hey! what about me? your actual daughter is getting married!

pascalisapunk yeah whatever LOOK AT MY SON IN LAW PEOPLE

landonorris i'm the best man rigt?... rigt???

maxverstappen1 bro you know it's gonna be me

y/npascalisapunk fight with dan, not with me 🤷🏽‍♀️

#daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo imagine #daniel ricciardo #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #social media fic #instagram fanfic

[equallyshaw]

star crossed loves au | connor bedard x kailey hughes au ↳ slowly, but surely. ↳ au masterlist!

warnings: angst, anxiety attack, swearing etc. also this takes place in feburary after his jaw fracture! word count: 2.2k. - longer than i expected lol

"do you wanna come to my game?" was a simple question, and one of innocence. kailey would give it that, but the deep feeling of dread was felt rather too quickly for her liking. she looked away from connor as the two were finishing up breakfast, hoping he wouldn't notice the uneasiness that plagued her features. he did. the two had been inseparable since new years, and had became official only a few days afterwards. ofcourse, he'd see the tension that sprang up in her features, the inability to look at him - especially in the eye - and the way that he body seemed to be folding in on itself. she stood up abruptly, bringing the plate back into the kitchen, and connor watched with a million questions buzzing around. she came back in and sat down, swirling her lukewarm coffee. "i um, i cant go." she said staring down the place mat. his eyebrows furrowed, "can't or won't go?" he questioned, hoping for some clarification. she made direct eye contact with him and gave him a small frown, "i wish i could go, i really do. but i can't bring myself to." she said bringing the last of the once hot liquid to her mouth. he shook his head, "you have to tell me what that means kails." he said setting down his fork now.

she sighed, setting the mug down. "i vowed to myself long ago that i'd never go to another hockey game in my life, let alone step into a rink once more." she paused sniffling, "that game ruined my childhood and my relationships with the rest of my family." she said and it felt like a dagger piercing his heart. "then why, why did you agree to be my girlfriend if you can't stand what i do?" he questioned without a second thought, and he could see how much it hurt the blonde. she made a tsk noise, "i can respect and support what you do from afar connor. but y'know now that you say that, why did i say yes? why did i say yes when i knew that i wouldn't be able to listen to the sound of skates hitting the ice when it really mattered? even if it was the stanley cup final, i wouldn't be able to do it because of how much it would make me sick." she finished, standing up and heading towards his condo door. "wait kail-" she cut him off with the front door opening. she stood between the threshold, looking back at connor. "you're right connor, how can i support you when i cant even support my own brothers?" she asked rhetorically before stepping full into the hallway and towards the elevator. as soon as she hit the elevator, she quickly began to cry while hunching over with her eyes shut. connor stood with his mouth agape, unsure if he should go after her or let her go. how could he let her go, when besides hockey- she was the thing he was most sure about in his life?

_

becca kaileys roommate and longtime best friend, could tell something off that morning when kailey came back to the apartment in a fit of rage. "what'd they do now?" kailey questioned, thinking her brothers said something stupid. "not them, him." she responded beginning to pace. "but its my fault, im the one who said yes without telling him i cant watch hockey. im the one who has wasted his time because why the hell would he date somebody who cant walk into an arena without throwing up?" she blurted as becca stood up, concern lacing her gaze. "hey kails? wanna sit down?" she questioned softly, wrapping her arms gently over her the blonde's. kailey immediately began to break down again, completely folding into becca's figure.

hockey was something that was seldom spoken about in the apartment. it was not off limits per se, but it was to be treaded lightly. unfortunately, kailey held a great amount of disdain for the sport and if it was mixed in with her brothers, it was a double whammy and usually ended in an anxiety attack. sure, she'd been to therapy for her childhood, jack and the topic of of hockey had come up many times. it was the reason why she was plucked away from her budding life in toronto, because they wanted the family to be with jack and usa hockey. it was why everything and everyone that she adored, was taken away from her. so she set up boundaries, and that meant no hockey. besides quinn's debut, no debut for luke or jack. no playoff games, nada nothing. her parents had respected her choice, and with the backing from her therapist - so did the rest of the family. this was something she didn't tell connor when they were talking during break before new years, because she knew that it would scare him away. just like it had now.

kaileys thoughts were interrupted, by a loud knock on their apartment door. "ill be right back." becca announced, standing up and walking towards the door. "ill be in my room." kailey responded, barely audible but becca picked it up. as soon as kailey was out of view, she opened the door to connor. who looked distraught, angry and sad all at the same time. "um hello?" becca said and connor opened the door, pushing his way inside. "where is she?" he asked flustered, and becca sighed. he met becca's gaze and snapped in her face, "becca, where is she?" he repeated and becca stood their in a shocked state. before becca could respond, they both heard a sob or more like a wrenching cry from kailey's bedroom. connor wasted no minute shoving off his shoes and throwing his jacket on becca, before heading down the hallway. becca could only chuckle in response, before sending him a salute as a joke and one that he didn't see. "go get em." she mumbled, before putting his stuff down.

connor knocked on the door before opening it, and as he opened it he found kailey on her bed. her head was in her hands and hunched over. his heart absolutely broke as he walked over, and sat beside kailey pulling her into his body. "its ok kails, I've got you." he whispered, repeating it every few seconds. "im not mad or upset, i promise." he whispered after a few minutes. her sobbing began to quiet down, but her breathing was still too heavy for his liking. "but you were right." she said after about ten minutes. he looked down and shook his head, "i was not right." he stated boldly. she pulled away from his chest, looking at him properly now. "you were right, why should i be your girlfriend if i cant support you on a nightly basis? its not fair to you con, its not." she said running a hand through her hair. "so what?" he questioned, and she looked at him. "so what? you matter more than hockey. yeah we may have only known each other for a month now, but I've never been more sure about somebody or something in my life besides hockey. you and our relationship im so sure about, ask any of the guys. they probably would tell you that im so disgustingly annoying." he mused causing her to giggle softly. "i promise that just because you choose not to watch hockey, doesn't mean that im gonna break up with you." he argued and she chuckled. "you don't like me enough to say and do that." she said rolling her eyes, and he shook his head. "no, i love you that's why." he confessed and she slowly looked back towards him. "wait...what?" she asked, barely breathing. he grinned before smiling, "i love you kailey clara and what are you gonna do about that?" he mused causing her to blush. she breathed in heavily why playfully rolling her eyes, "i can either kick you out or tell you that i love you back." she hummed, leaning closer towards him. "thankfully for you, its the latter." she hummed staring down his lips before pulling him in for a passionate and deep kiss.

the two pulled away after about ten seconds, pressing their foreheads against one another's. "as long as you say you're my number one fan we'll be good. this cements everything." he joked causing her to giggle. "you cheeky boy! but yes, good thing ill be your number one fan as long as you have me." she grinned before they kissed once more.

later on in the afternoon as the two cuddled with one another after connor's nose found solace in kaileys neck, the blonde spoke up. "i promise connor, to open myself up to hockey. i promise im going to try, ok?" she questioned turning around to face him. he had a small hopeful smile grace his features, "slowly but surely kails." he hummed before pulling her into his chest and placing a kiss on her head.

_

it was two weeks later, and after a black graphic t-shirt of connor came in- her and becca were off to a game against the florida panthers. the two walked arm and arm towards the 300's section wanting to experience it in the 'trenches' kailey had always called them, and experience it with some die hard fans. and, far enough away that nobody on the team or their partners would recognize her. she wanted to surprise connor.

"i feel like i could vomit." she confessed, sitting next to becca who only gave her an encouraging smile. "the game's underway, maybe that'll distract?" she questioned and kailey could only laugh in response. the two's attention focused on the game, and some point during it she had sent a text to not only tessa, alex vlasics girlfriend but her mom as well, sealing it with a picture of her view. her mom and dad gushed and sent words of encouragement and tessa begged for her to meet them after the game in the wags and family box. to which kailey responded, was a tba. the blackhawks ended up wining 3-1 with connor getting a goal and two assists. and with being on somewhat of a high, she told tessa that they would meet her in the 200's section. tessa stood their waiting for them and as soon as she saw them, she began to jump up and down with excitement. "im so happy you're here!!!" tessa gushed, pulling kailey in for a huge hug. she then moved towards becca and the two of them hyped the youngest hughes up. "oh my god, stopppp." she said blushing. "can you not, were in public you two." as the two girls highfived each other. "what?! this is a big deal girlfriend. you made it through the entire game." becca said shaking the girl just a bit. tessa's phone dinged with a text from alex, him and connor were walking towards the box now.

"get your ass in there, now." tessa demand pointing back towards the box door and becca quicky pulled her inside. becca smiled and waved to some of the girl's she had met at new years with kailey, and they were all happy to see kailey. finally. "im nervous beccs." kailey said in a whisper and becca smiled, "he'll be happy to see you chica." she smiled down at her best friend who only nodded.

kailey heard his voice before she saw him, and once becca looked behind her she turned around. connor hadn't taken notice yet but once tessa made a nonchalant comment, he quickly looked around the now - desolate- room and then his eyes landed on her. she smiled softly, once their eyes connected. he smiled, and then made his way over ot the girl. he pulled her in for a big hug without a word, his nose finding the crook of her neck. "hi pretty girl." he whispered, and she found herself blushing like a fool. "hey superstar." she grinned, before he pulled back a bit to look at her. then he noticed the t-shirt and he smiled, taking a step back to inspect it. "oh, i brought it just for this occasion." she grinned making him chuckle just a bit. "its my face." he said a bit stunned, "it is your face." becca said monotoned which made kailey snicker. "its alright, he's got a pretty face." she teased, "a pretty face, huh?" they heard Phillip kurashev tease and that made connor roll his eyes. "pretty pretty connor!" kevin joined in causing more chuckles to arise, "lets go pretty boy!" mackenzie entwistle teased, and kailey smiled softly.

"come on pretty boy." she teased, beginning to walk out with everybody else. "i should put that as your new name in my phone." becca mused, typing away on her phone. "i swear to god becca if you do!" connor threatened playfully, "you'll what?" she grinned back. "ill tell your little secret..." connor began only for becca to hear and that made becca grow quiet. "you wouldn't dare,🖕🏻" she texted and connor only giggled in response as they walked towards connor car.

so what secret, connor baby? lmao

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[thenovocianelullaby]

i always love the SJM men that seem to get the most hate. i’ll just be reading through and kicking my feet thinking that everyone else sees them the way i do so let me just give some opinions…

Lucien is HOT. i said it. in ACOTAR he is so funny and flirty and a fun character and as the series progresses i find him even more hot. I don’t want him to end up with elain CAUSE I WANT HIM FOR MYSELF!!!

CHAOL IS HOT AND FUN AND CHARMING! i thought that him and celaena didn’t work together but man was i swooning every god damn time he was on the page. and yes i’ll admit his brooding and self hatred got a little… old. but. he made up for it entirely in TOD and maybe it was Yrene doing the heavy lifting in making me think Chaol was hot but.. she did her job.

Eris is hot. i wanna know more about him because the picture that is being painted of him doesn’t make sense to me… that’s all i’m saying on that.

Tharion is hot and is SO CUTE AND WHOLESOME. i’m sorry but the hate he and Ithan received was unwarranted in my dumb stupid opinion. “thEy ShARe OnE BrAIn cElL aNd NeiTHeR Of TheM HaVE iT” ok and? the ENTIRE frat pack shares one brain cell. i think that makes them big dumb himbos. its not for everyone but i find it cute ok? shoot me. ANYWAYS… back to Tharion. this water himbo agreed to MARRY a fish princess cause he couldn’t keep it in his pants.. that’s funny. he actively flirts and makes moves on Bryce in front of Hunt… that’s funny. HE MARRIED HIS FRIEND’S LITTLE SISTER… like cmon that’s funny. yes i wanted to slap him half of HOFAS because he was making the stupidest decisions, but at the end of the day that’s just what a himbo does right?

on to Ithan who i mentioned earlier. yes the sunball was cringe… but have you ever MET a football/baseball/basketball player? like come on he’s a perfect stupid idiot little jock. AND AGAIN A HIMBO. and he wants to do good but he’s young and stupid. it’s like if I as in ME as in MYSELF tried to change the government… bro is just in there kinda fucking everything up but at least he’s trying. also.. i always saw him as like a little brother figure in the books. like he genuinely reminds me of my friends little brother.. which Ithan literally IS Connor’s little brother. so maybe that’s why he gets under so many people’s skin.

(i love every sjm character and i’ll die on this stupid hill)

#cc hofas #crescent city #hofas #sjm #throne of glass #acotar #tharion ketos #lucien vanserra #eris vanserra #ithan holstrom #chaol westfall #acosf #a court of thorns and roses