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prettyboybarzal · 4 years

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Ride

A/N: I think about Nolan’s thighs 24/7, so this is super self-indulgent... But I know y’all are hoes for his thighs too, so it’s also a gift (especially a gift for @bandgirlsclub). This is short and probably not extremely well written, but please enjoy these words and thoughts put to paper!!! ✨ P.S. Maybe someday I’ll write a full Pat fic. Maybe. (Probably.)

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: Thigh riding and weed smoking (an ideal day if you ask me lmfao bye)

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Nolan wasn’t being fair. He knew what he was doing in those short shorts, thigh tattoo on display. He knew that you wouldn’t be able to pry your eyes off the ink decorating his muscled leg. He did this on purpose. And the nerve of him to do it in front of your friends who had no clue you’d been hooking up while away in Philly.

You grew up together in Winnipeg and spent your summers much like you were spending your current one, with friends around a pool or skating around town on rollerblades. You’d always had a small crush on him. His carefree attitude and dry sense of humor made you feel safe, and in return, he liked your calming nature and the fact that you weren’t nearly as loud as your other friends.

When you called him to tell him you’d accepted a job in Philly, you didn’t expect him to become such a staple in your life. But he was there the day you landed to pick you up, and it felt like you hadn’t gone a day without seeing him since.

It took until the Flyers New Years’ party for your feelings to bubble to the surface. The night started with one too many glasses of Champagne and ended with Nolan between your thighs in more ways than one. It became a weekly occurrence at least, fucking Nolan, and when the season came to an end, you decided to put things to bed, at least until you were back in Philadelphia.

But it was getting really fucking hard to ignore how badly you wanted to rip his clothes off.

Nolan was a whole different person in Winnipeg. He was confident and cocky. He undressed you with his eyes every time you walked into a room and whenever he got you alone, he whispered all the dirty little things he wanted to do to you. It never got far, though, with your friends always in tow, and the two of you were perpetually sexually frustrated.

Especially with him in those short shorts.

“Anyone wanna smoke?” you asked, standing from the lounge chair in your childhood best friend’s yard. It was a Saturday in June which meant the entire friend group was together, rotting the day away around her pool.

Nolan stood abruptly to follow you, but the others declined the invite and you felt butterflies in your stomach as you slipped into the pool house and he followed. He paid you no special attention as he plopped onto the sofa in the middle of the room, but he watched as you settled down on the other end, making sure to leave space between you.

He liked to watch you roll joints. Watching your fingers move deftly over the rolling paper and your tongue swipe along it to keep it packed together turned him on every time without fail. He liked it when you placed the joint in your mouth and let it hang there while you reached for the lighter.

After taking your first hit, you handed it off to him and then came the worst part about smoking with him— actually watching him smoke. He always looked good with smoke rolling off his lips, but he looked great doing it shirtless with his thighs on full display in those shorts that left little to the imagination.

“C’mere,” he murmured, nodding his head to get you to come closer after he’d noticed you staring. You rolled your eyes at him. “C’mon, YN. You’ve been in that little bikini all day and I haven’t even been able to touch you. It’s not fair.”

“I’m not fair?” you asked incredulously. “Look at you! You’re in the shortest shorts I’ve ever seen you wear, showing off your thighs and your fucking tattoos. You did that on purpose. You’re the one playing games.”

Nolan smiled as he pulled another hit from the joint in his hand.

“So, it worked,” he stated, extending the joint to you. You snatched it, careful not to allow your fingers to touch, and rolled your eyes as he leaned back against the couch and spread his legs. He flexed his thighs a bit and took a glance to find you staring. “They look good, huh? I’ve been putting in some overtime work this summer.”

You tore your eyes away and blew a cloud of smoke out towards the window.

“Just let me touch you,” he groaned, throwing his head back in exasperation. “You haven’t let me touch you since we left Philly.”

“Because our friends are always right outside!” you whisper-shouted, pointing a finger towards the door. He laughed. “I don’t need you to get me all worked up and then not follow through because we’re interrupted by them, or we have to stop because we have plans with them, so no.”

You stood from the couch to get a water bottle for your cotton mouth and he let you go, staring at your ass as you went. You grabbed two bottles and handed him one as you walked over, but he didn’t open it. Instead, he dropped it to the couch and grabbed your wrist, tugging you down into his lap and pulling your legs around so you were straddling his waist.

“Patty,” you warned, pushing his chest away. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pinned you to his chest.

“Who says I won’t follow through and make you cum right now?”

“I’m not getting naked when any of them could walk in.”

“I don’t need you to get naked,” he murmured against the skin of your collarbone. His finger slipping beneath the strap on your shoulder. He pushed it down and kissed the skin where it once was. “Besides, you’re already naked enough.”

He moved his kisses to the column of your throat and smiled against your skin as you lulled your head back, then leaned up to capture more of your skin beneath his lips before sitting up and adjusting himself to pull a leg out from beneath you so that you were straddling one of his thighs. You glanced down, eyes catching on the ink just below your core.

“Nolan.”

“What’s up, angel?” he asked, eyes still on your scantily clad pussy. Your whine captured his attention, eyes gazing up finally. Your bottom lip was drawn between your teeth, joint resting between your index finger and thumb. “You want me to make you cum?”

“Please.”

His hands fell to your waist, gripping tightly as he began to guide you along his thigh. You placed the joint between your lips as your rode him and took a long hit. He snatched it a moment later to replace it with a kiss, tongue swiping along your lip as you continued to rub your core against him.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he praised as he watched you grind against him. “I could watch you get yourself off on my thigh all day.” You felt his muscles ripple beneath your pussy and moaned loudly, forehead falling to his shoulder. His hands reattached to your hips and he held you tighter as he flexed beneath you. “You like that?”

“Fuck, Nolan,” you rushed out. “Yes!”

“Be quiet,” he barked, hands holding you in place on his thigh, halting your movements. You whimpered. “You don’t want them coming in here, right? You want to cum?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl,” he murmured, detaching his hands and leaning back against the couch again. “Go ahead. Let me see you.”

You braced your hands against his chest as you slid along his thigh, slowly at first. The cockiness exuding from him as he watched you with hooded eyes and the joint between his lips heightened your senses. He looked so good, so in control of himself while you had absolutely no control, and you loved being watched by him.

It felt otherworldly, riding his thigh while high. You couldn’t help but think about how it would feel to fuck him while stoned, to feel him fill you up with that joint hanging from his lips.

He noticed that your hips begin to stutter and reached out to help you. His fingers gripped your waist, sure to leave bruises for the morning, and he set a pace that was a bit quicker than how you’d started out. He knew you were closer now, heard it in your panting and the whimpers that filled the room. With each grinding movement, he flexed beneath you and received soft exclamations of how good it felt.

“I’m s- so close,” you said, breathlessly. He held you tightly to his thigh as you began to lose the rest of what little control you had. “F-fuck, oh my—Nolan.”

“I wanna see you cum,” he spoke and, finally, you were over the edge. You threw your head back with a guttural moan and he helped you through the orgasm that washed over you by continuing to guide your core along his thigh. “Didn’t know you were such a slut for my thighs. I’d’ve shown them off for you a long time ago.”

You were moaning into his neck as softly as you could while he continued sliding your core along his muscles and he smiled softly when he saw the shake of your legs from the aftershock.

“Nolan, please.”

“Please?”

“Please stop,” you sighed out. He chuckled darkly and released the grip he had on your waist to wrap his arms around you. He held you against his chest, placing kisses along your shoulder as the rise and fall of your chest slowed and you finally caught your breath. “Fuck.”

“That was hot,” he spoke. You leaned back, smile on your face. “I’m never skipping leg day ever again.”

“Please don’t,” you said, snatching the almost finished joint from his hand for one last pull. He watched you, eyes dark and trained on your lips. You placed it on a nearby ashtray and stood slowly, hoping your legs wouldn’t resemble that of a newborn giraffe. Thankfully, Nolan’s hand shot out to steady you in case.

“You sure you’re ready to go out there?”

“I think the real question is, are you?” you asked, directing your gaze at the bulge in his shorts. He stood, sliding a hand into his shorts to fix himself.

“Yeah, I’m good,” he answered, blush rising to his cheeks.

You stepped forward, dropping one hand over the front of his shorts, fingers curling over his member. He sucked in a breath, eyes blown wide, cheeks bright red.

“Maybe, if you’re lucky, I can take care of this later.”

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steepgan · 3 years

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someone dear (iii) - d. ragnvindr x f!reader

PART I - PART II - PART III

FINAL PART!!!! also i hate this part the most because i definitely rushed it and i could feel myself losing steam for writing so i wanted to finish it asap LMFAO ALSO DILUC IS HELLA OOC IM SO SORRY I STARTED PLAYING GENSHIN LIKE SIX DAYS AGO IM RELLY REALLY SORRY LAFAHFOA#@*$@)*$

Today was payday.

“You look…” Charles made a face. “Vibrant.”

“I get paid!” you squealed.

“Oh, boy,” Charles said. “You know there’s more to life than money, [Name]. There’s knowledge. You could always learn more. There’s love. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you with a significant other, honestly. There’s—”

You waved a dismissive hand. “I know all that already! I’m satisfied, Charles. It’s just not so bad to be financially secure while I’m at it. Money is the best thing ever!”

“Money is the root of all evil.”

“The root of all evil is buried deep within that chest of yours,” you accused. You picked up a clean rag and soaked it in a water basin. “You never let me have any fun on payday. Anyway, today there’s a new book being released, and I’ve been waiting for the sequel since forever.”

Charles nodded. “I think I know which book you’re talking about. Give it time and your librarian friend will have it in the library in no time.”

“That very librarian friend is coming today to hand-deliver the book to me.”

“Of course. Never once would you abandon your shift for books. Though, I think I’ve once seen you leave midway through the day because you saw a cat on the balcony while standing outside.”

“It was a cute cat,” you defended.

“You shouldn’t make friends with cats. They’re very picky and particular with whom they associate with.”

“Ah,” you said absentmindedly, “like Master Diluc.”

“[Name], that’s your boss.”

You deserved the reprimand. “Sorry. It’s not anything bad. I actually took your advice the other day and chatted with him a bit. He’s not as… cold as I thought, but he’s certainly as chilly as Snezhnaya at times.”

Diluc had been somewhat stubborn when you insisted on helping him. You didn’t understand. It was only natural to be there for other people; however, Diluc believed differently. He was right in some ways. Too much dependency would lead one to no good, but that was not your concern.

“Before comparing your employer to one of the coldest nations in Teyvat,” Charles said, “I nominate you to call for Patton a bit today. He’s coming in late ‘cause he’s wrapped up with something today.”

“Do you think me standing out there would do the tavern some good?”

“Try wearing a costume. Draws attention.”

“Right on. Let me see if there’s any maid uniforms in the back.”

As much as you worshipped your own looks on a daily basis, standing outside where Patton typically was took a toll on your body. But your mental health persevered. After all, you were getting paid today. Nothing could deter your smile.

You stood outside, calling out passing people with hopes of luring them in with Dandelion Wine. Diona, who worked at Cat’s Tail, stopped by to convince you to join her tavern. She was ultimately dedicated to sabotaging the traditional and rich wine industry of Mondstadt yet was doing rather poorly at it. You declined politely, as your job was the wine industry of Mondstadt.

Nimrod, one of the usuals, entered the tavern. He dodged his wife who condemned his drinking habits. He typically hung around Angel’s Share for the addicting wine. It was not strange to see him coming in and out of alleyways.

Not even the approaching Master Diluc could taint your spirits.

The approaching Master Diluc.

You’d recognize his hair and determined face anywhere. You were accustomed to seeing it, as you saw him often. You smiled and greeted him accordingly just before he entered the tavern. “Hello, Master Diluc. Have a good day today.”

“I will,” he said. “I assume today’s a good day for you, too.”

“Of course.”

Donna was giving him puppy-dog eyes around the corner, you saw, but she gave him puppy-dog eyes every day, so what was new? Diluc, the brooding bachelor bastard of Mondstadt, was the center of many ladies’ attention.

He was the center of yours because your paycheck was in his hands.

Days and weeks went by.

Because you knew Diluc’s secret and nighttime hobby, it wasn’t strange for you and he to grow closer. When he’d come back to the tavern, you arranged a nice meal for him to eat. Heroes needed plenty of food, you figured.

Sometimes, you’d eat with him in agonizing silence.

He made for mediocre company, but when it was late at night and you had nothing to do, he was a fine person to talk to. He kept his distance, preferring to sit a seat away from you at the bar, idly standing when you were sitting at a table. But you never felt alone on those nights.

Diluc came back injured sometimes, and as each night passed, he let you tend to his wounds pathetically before he went to see a doctor. You didn’t know if he was humoring your concern or if he seriously needed your help.

Even without you, he was doing just fine, but little by little, akin to a trickling stream, he began to rely on you. Another person’s trust was a heavy thing to carry, and Diluc’s trust was the weight of the entire world upon your shoulders. You feared that if you ever messed up, Diluc’s trust would be gone in a snap.

Diluc and you shared meals, which was nothing out of the ordinary now, but there was small conversation. Diluc, to your knowledge, never really participated in idle chatter, but he talked with you about the sights he’d seen around Liyue, the hub of business in Teyvat, and you retold jokes your friends had said and rumors about a certain person that were made just to pass time.

You could pull vicarious wonder when Diluc told you of the other nations. You’d venture there yourself, but your skills in the adventuring department were lacking.

You admitted that you were wrong about Diluc; where you had thought him cold and stoic, he was protective and brave. He treasured his work above nearly everything—to the point he overworked. In a way he was somewhat like you. A little different, though. A little stranger. A little better.

Diluc had grand aspirations and was bold personified. You, too, had something to live for, but it wasn’t as great as his. You liked the little things; you liked the dog who wagged his tail whenever you passed in hopes of you giving it a treat; you liked shopping with your friends; you liked reading new books and joking around with Lisa.

You and Master Diluc seem to complement each other, that’s all, Charles had said then.

“Charles, you’re insane,” you said, pushing Charles’ shoulder. “It’s never going to work. Patton would never agree to putting on the maid dress.”

“And if we bribe him?” Charles asked.

Diluc was standing on the other side of the bar, a brow quirked and a smile lapping at his lips. His arms were crossed, and as much as he tried to seem intimidating, he looked like a friend to you. Before, you would have seen him as judgmental and indifferent, but the Diluc before you was someone who you knew better.

“How much do you think we should give Patton? Maybe we need to sort into bigger pockets.” You peered at Diluc.

Charles said, “What—do you think Master Diluc is willing to put on such a uniform?”

You laughed, and Diluc was looking at you. He didn’t look upset at all. His face was calm, and his pretty cupid’s bow lips were drawn in an amused smile. Oh, he was gorgeous—and upon that thought intruding your headspace, you nearly stopped laughing.

Sometimes Diluc would bring you small trinkets from the winery. You once brought up you wanted an owl statue to put on your balcony to attract other owls (though you were sure that wasn’t how nature worked), and Diluc, sure enough, gave you an owl statue around the size of your torso.

“Master Diluc,” you said. “What is this?”

“An owl statue.”

“Gee, wow! I thought it was a penguin.” You tentatively patted the top of its head. “What’s it for?”

“You,” he said. “I had it laying around the winery.”

It provoked thought in you. What sort of person had an owl statue laying around? You felt the need to give Diluc something back, but what did you have to give him? So that very night, you took him outside of Mondstadt so you could capture a Mist Flower Corolla for your friend.

Typically, you wouldn’t take your employer out on an errand, but you were done with work, so it wasn’t Master Diluc. It was just Diluc. Diluc looked like he wanted to say no to you because he didn’t really devote his time into something so trivial, but you insisted.

“If you needed it that badly,” Diluc said, “you could have asked me. We have plenty near the winery, and I can take care of them easily.”

“It’s not that,” you said, watching an Ice Flower bloom and freeze the water around it. “It’s about the adventure. The message.”

“And what’s this message you speak of?”

“It’s the message of ‘hey, I nearly froze my ass off to get this flower for you, but I care about you enough to risk frostbite.’”

“How… kind of you, [Name].”

You and Diluc spent all night catching enough Mist Flower Corollas for your liking. You wanted a bouquet, and you had a bouquet at the end of the night, at the expense of Diluc’s time and your sleep. You carried the bundle in your hands happily.

Diluc’s fire skills came handy, and it wouldn’t be a lie if you said you brought him along just for it. You liked his personality and his friendship, of course, but his fire skills were a… plus!

On the nights where it was just you and he, Diluc sat nearer to you now. Diluc picked up Charles’ shifts more often and sat across from you whenever you were seated at tables. He sat next to you at the bar, entertaining you out of your boredom.

It wasn’t until one day, Donna of the flower shop was gushing about Diluc, and you felt uneasy. You’d known that Donna was incredibly fond of Diluc, but it never bothered you until now.

Of course, you brought it up to Charles, one of your closest confidants, only third to your bank account and Lisa.

“He likes you back, you know,” Charles said, playing with the tip jar. The coins clinked and clanked in there. “I can tell you that much, [Name].”

“Ewwwwww,” you moaned. “Talking to you about my problems is gross. Where’s Lisa? She’ll tell me the truth for sure. You only want me happy so I can clean the entire tavern for free again. You want me to cover your shift again?”

“Sure I do,” Charles said, “but what I’m saying is true, [Name]. He looks at you all funky.”

“Yeah, because I’m a funky gal.”

“Stop it.”

“Funky, funky, funky.”

“Please.” Charles sighed and set down the tip jar. “It’s like… you and he are weirdly connected. He looks at you a lot. He always looks at you whenever there’s a joke, just to see if you’re laughing, I guess. He must like your laugh. I think it sounds like a horse, personally.”

You chewed the inside of your cheek. You loved talking to Charles. You loved money. You loved your friends, and you loved your happiness. You loved—no, you liked Diluc. You didn’t know what to do when it came to him. Maybe if you kept away, your affections would find someone else to torment.

Like, for example, that newly hired boy next door that nearly killed his shop’s plants. He was a clumsy sort of cute.

But Diluc was not clumsy. He was meticulous and always got the job done. He took care of himself well, and on days he overworked, you made sure he took some time to rest.

You shook your head. You should stop thinking about Diluc for now and focus.

Yet it was always you and Diluc, and Diluc began to invade your thoughts. You brought up weaving flowers into his long hair, and Diluc always turned you down, saying that there wasn’t enough time for that.

You wished to brush Diluc’s bangs back and lightly kiss his forehead, if he was okay with that. Instead, you said to Diluc, you have a big forehead. No wonder you’re so smart.

Can we go back to the part where you said I had a big forehead? he’d retorted.

It wasn’t until nearly a month later did Diluc come to his shift with Mist Flower Corollas in hand and shyly handed them to you. There was a red hue on his cheeks, and his voice was small, afraid of rejection. His hair was tied back in a neater fashion, and his eyes were cast downward.

Become someone dear to me, he had said.

He wore fine clothes and a nervous expression. It was so out of character for Diluc. You felt as if you were watching a high school boy struggle to express his feelings. However, had Diluc walked into the tavern with a more open chest and chin up, he wouldn’t have been Diluc at all.

You liked Diluc as he was—somewhat closed off but kind enough. Mondstadt’s hero. A knight who donned glimmering red hair and a steel exterior. You wondered if Diluc had to prep himself before coming to you.

“Sorry,” he said although there was nothing to be sorry for, really. “I mean, if you don’t like the flowers—”

Hey, I nearly froze my ass off to get this flower for you, but I care about you enough to risk frostbite.

You took the flowers. “Oh, no, I love it. I really, really do, Master Diluc!”

“Just Diluc.”

“Diluc,” you corrected. “Do I get financial compensation if I become someone dear to you?”

“For starters, I could give you a Mist Flower Corolla every day,” Diluc said, “if that’s enough to satiate you.”

“And then?”

“In the evenings, I’d take you to Cider Lake to watch the starry night while you read those magazines of yours. We don’t need to talk. Just bask in each other’s company, really.”

You tried to fight the smile that was growing on your face. You set down the flowers on the bar counter before saying, “that’s it?”

“I’d let you weave flowers into my hair. I’d take you all over Teyvat, if that’s what you wished as well. I’d take care of you as much as you had taken care of me whenever I’m injured. I’d learn your jokes and get along well with your friends because they seem pleasant.”

You didn’t know Diluc was such a romantic. You dusted Diluc’s shoulder. “I would hold your hand.”

Diluc frowned. “This doesn’t feel very equal to me.”

“You want more?” you quipped. “I’d kiss your forehead. And then I’d read to you. That is, if you like fairy tales… Oh! And then I’d take you up to the mountains where we could see the constellations the best! I love constellations; they’re so pretty.”

“Truthfully,” Diluc admitted, “you don’t have to do anything. I think… I think I’d be satisfied if I just had your company.”

“Would you now? And what about Donna from the flower shop?”

“What about her?”

“Oh, nothing.” You pretended to think about Diluc’s proposal. “I have to say, I think I’m enchanted by your offer, Diluc. I’m going to have to say yes. I will become someone dear to you.”

PART I - PART II - PART III

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thinkingisadangerouspastime · 3 years

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laughter/joy

Written for Day 1 of @aangweek! Read here on AO3.

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1. laughter/joy - after the fire, new maps are drawn / nothing to cry for, new dreams are born / out of the ruins, flowers will grow / people rebuilding, stone by stone

Aang had been… unusually silent during their first few hours at the temple. Well, maybe ‘unusual’ wasn’t the right word. A heavier gravity to him was to be expected, seeing as the official reconstruction of the Southern Air Temple was set to begin in upcoming weeks. Which meant their group of friends was currently working together to create basic blueprints of different areas. Katara would never have demanded Aang be his normal, talkative self as he combed through the ruins of his home, because spirits was that an unfair standard to hold him to.

Still. That didn’t mean she couldn’t worry.

But how could they cheer him up? Katara didn’t want to make light of the turmoil she was certain he was going through, and yet she also just - she wanted to comfort Aang. See him smile or hear him laugh at least once while they were here. Katara couldn’t bear to watch the invisible load weigh heavier and heavier on his shoulders any longer.

At the moment, they were all mapping out the weakest parts of the temple, since reconstruction would have to begin with those more fragile areas. Toph and Zuko were one group, so Toph could sense the areas of unsteady infrastructure with her earthbending and Zuko could draw it out. Aang had gone with Suki, as he could reference his memory to compare what had changed from the past to the present while Suki marked down the most significant alterations.

Which had left Katara with her brother. For obvious reasons, Sokka would be the one examining the rubble while she would be the one mapping it out.

The work was long and tedious, though it was more painful than it was boring. While a formal ceremony had been provided for the Air Nomads a few weeks earlier at Aang’s request - a way to send their spirits off in the traditional Nomadic manner - every now and then a slab of concrete would be displaced and reveal a set of charred bones. Which only made Katara worry about Aang more. If it was nauseating for her to witness, she couldn’t imagine what the experience was like for him.

“We need to do something for Aang today,” Katara said when they’d all stopped for lunch. Aang had momentarily left to investigate a particular room in the temple, so she’d seized the initiative to launch a let’s-cheer-Aang-up plan. Their group sat in a circle on a small striped blanket, Appa stretched out comfortably behind them. “I - I don’t know what, but there has to be something we can do to help him feel more like himself.”

Suki nodded. “I was thinking the same thing. He seemed so…” She pursed her lips. “I don’t know how to describe it. He wants to restore the temples, and it’s clear he’s happy to finally start, but…” She shook her head. “It’s just hard for him, I think.”

“He barely said a word the whole time we were eating,” Toph pointed out. “I mean, he didn’t even jump in when we started making fun of Zuko.”

Zuko rolled his eyes as everyone snickered. “Normally I’d be offended, but I noticed how quiet he was, too. That’s… unlike him.”

“Okay, so we’ve agreed we need to do something,” Sokka said, crossing his arms over his chest, “which means now we have to figure out what that ‘something’ is in the two minutes we have before Aang gets back.”

Katara grimaced. Her brother made a good point, disheartening as it was to admit. They needed to work fast. “Everyone. Start throwing out ideas!” Even a terrible suggestion was better than none at all.

“Er, we could make fruit pies for him?” Zuko offered, brow furrowing in contemplation.

Katara shook her head. “Not a bad idea, but it would take way too much time. Anything else?”

“Someone could play airball with him,” Suki suggested. “Didn’t you and Sokka do that the first time you visited the temple?”

Katara made a so-so gesture with her right hand. “Sokka did, yes, but I don’t know if it’s worth the risk of him mentally reliving everything about our first visit here.” She hesitated, returning her hand to her lap. “He… found Gyatso’s skeleton that day, too.”

Suki’s eyes widened. “Oh. Understood.”

“Guys!” Toph hissed, her palms flat on the ground. “He’s coming back!”

Katara cursed under her breath. They’d just have to suck it up and put something together for Aang later -

“Wait!” Sokka exclaimed. “I’ve got an idea!”

“Save it for later, Snoozles!” Toph whispered, but Sokka shook his head.

“Trust me! Just follow my lead.”

Katara resisted the urge to drag her palm down the side of her face. Great. Sokka’s ideas more often than not ended in utter disaster. Tui and La, she was begging for this to be the exception.

As Aang returned to their impromptu picnic area, Sokka jumped to his feet to greet him.

“Aang,” he said sternly, placing a hand on his hip, “I am very disappointed in you.” He gestured to the rest of them still sitting on the ground. “In fact, we are all disappointed in you.”

Aang blinked, taken aback. “You - what? Why?”

“Because.” Sokka shook his head, crossing his arms over his chest. “How could you not tell us that it was Appa’s birthday?!”

Aang stared at Sokka in total confusion, and Katara didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Of course her brother would come up with something that toed the line of believable and improbable.

“It’s… what?” Aang finally said.

“Appa’s birthday!” Sokka repeated. “C’mon, Aang. Did you really think we wouldn’t find out?”

Katara decided to throw her brother a line. Admittedly, he wasn’t floundering just yet, but she didn’t want to leave him treading water alone. No one could ever say she wasn’t a merciful person. “We had to find out from Appa himself!” she said, standing to move next to the sky bison. She scratched Appa’s cheek. “Isn’t that right, Appa?”

Please play along. Please play along.

Appa gave her a dubious side-eye before roaring, and Aang’s eyes widened.

“I didn’t know you knew your own birthday, buddy!” he exclaimed, airbending over their picnic area to land beside Appa. The breeze blew Katara’s hair back. “I’m sorry!” He gave the sky bison a tight hug. “How can I make it up to you?”

“He, uh, he actually already told us how he wants to celebrate,” Zuko stammered. “He thinks… He thinks we should…”

“Braid flowers in his fur!” Suki finished, and Zuko’s shoulders slumped in relief. “Like - Like when you guys first met those nomads in the… Earth Kingdom, right?”

“Yes, exactly,” Katara confirmed with an aggressive nod. Tui and La, she prayed they weren’t coming off as too emphatic. “And he told us we can - we can make flower crowns for each other, too!”

Out of the corner of her eye, Katara could see Toph pinching the bridge of her nose in exasperation. She couldn’t blame her friend for such a response.

For a moment, Aang didn’t speak, and Katara was terrified their ridiculous ploy would crumble to pieces.

Then he shrugged. “I like flower crowns.”

Katara was barely able to contain her sigh of relief, and she knew her shoulders had visibly dropped at his words. Ah, well. If Aang was suspicious of their rambling, at least he’d decided not to press the issue.

They spent the next half hour collecting flowers from around the Southern Air Temple. There were more than Katara had expected, especially considering the high altitude. She nearly cried tears of joy to see Aang passing through his home with a gentle warmth to his eyes rather than the previous quiet sadness. When they all began braiding Appa’s fur and weaving a rainbow of flowers into them, Aang smiled, too, complimenting his bison about how stylish he’d look when they were done.

There was nothing more beautiful than Aang’s smile.

It didn’t take long for their group to begin reminiscing about different memories with Appa. In honor of his “birthday,” after all.

Toph talked about how the very first time she’d flown on Appa, she’d been certain death was a more pleasurable experience. Suki recounted the story of when she’d found Appa and nursed him back to health, which prompted Zuko to tell the tale of his own Appa rescue mission.

Aang pulled them both into a tight hug before braiding strings of flowers in their hair, too.

Sokka was the one who brought up the cave of two lovers and his experiences of being trapped with the nomads, and Katara couldn’t resist the urge to tease Aang about his ever-so-romantic I’d rather kiss you than die! compliment. That particular story earned laughter from all, Aang included, who made a teasing remark about how clearly it worked before pressing a kiss to the tip of Katara’s nose. She dropped a pink flower crown on his head as he pulled away.

Joy was in the little things, Katara knew. And sometimes, joy was in the things that hurt, that ached, like the ruins of a once-beautiful air temple.

No. It was still beautiful. Because they were here, breathing life into death. Because out of these ruins, flowers were growing. Because out of loss, joy could bloom, too.

Aang laughed at some offhand comment from Sokka, and Katara smiled.

It was their favorite sound.

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honestly this is my least favorite ficlet of what i've written for each day lmfao. but that does mean we can only go up from here! see you tomorrow for day 2 - family/gyatso :)

#aang #aang week #atla #avatar the last airbender #katara #sokka #zuko #toph beifong #suki #appa #atla fanfic #atla fanfiction #amy writes #the gaang #aanglove

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borisbubbles · 5 years

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Eurovision 2010s: 225 - 222

225. Cesár Sampson - ”Nobody But You“ Austria 2018

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[2018 Review here]

If I’m honest, I remembered Cesár as worse than this? lol. My critique from last year still stands, though: This is not third place/jury winner material. However, looking at it now I think “Nobody but you” has only one, GIANT glaring flaw to me and that is the staging. I think the act is a giant ball of pretentious, self-aggrandizing, britney mic’ed RUBBISH. It’s distracting and pointless. Like, WHAT IS THIS???

Which of course, allows me to continue down the same paradigm as I have for the past week: “Nobody but you” is actually a pretty competent gospel song, so... why the contrived staging circus? Just let the song sell itself? It’s not like Cesár lacks the charisma to do so.

Of course once Cesàr gets off that stupid platform, the song actually reaches its full fun potential. Watching Cesàr joyfully skip around the satellite ring injects so much life into “Nobody but you” and dear god it needed that. I would assign green status if the staging were just Cesár interacting with the Altice Arena crowd, but it isn’t, sooooo bye.

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224. Daniel Diges - “Algo pequeñito (Something tiny)” Spain 2010

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Poor Daniel. Always setting himself as the butt of the joke from the moment he entered Eurovision with a song called “Something tiny”, about “the tiny, simple things in life make people happy”, which the dirty of mind (all of us, don’t lie), of course immediately took as a euphemism for his penis. 🍆

Naturally, the misfortune doesn’t just end there, because Daniel ALSO had to deal with a stage invasion on top of that. 😂 Stage invasions are always asshole moves, but I think the incident broke Daniel. You can pinpoint the moment where turns from ’Fake Nice’ into ’Barely Contained Homicidal Maniac’

Tom Dice later revealed in a Flemish talk show that Daniel had an Actually Scary Meltdown afterwards, spewing profanity and throwing water bottles are nearby handlers <3

So after all of that, I WAS ready to stan ironically and show respect for professionalism, as I’ve done with SuRie, but Spain of course had to accept a reprisal to remind everyone of how silly-nilly and banal “Algo pequeñito” really is. Oh well.

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223. Sinplus - “Unbreakable” Switzerland 2012

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Okay, so Sinplus. Here’s the deal with them, and with Eurovision Rock entries in general. Rock is an amazing genre in studio version because of its power spike, but it often transitions into underwhelming lives. It really needs crazy staging, good camerawork or an engaging lead in order to work and Sinplus well... don’t have any of that, lol?

What do they have? Well other than a lot of weird-ass facial expressions (mild <3), Gabriele provides hilariously bad diction:

SWEEM EGENST DA STRUEM. FALLOWEEN YO WALDEST DRIIM, YO WALDEST DRIIM!!! ANBREKABUWL.

However, I need something more to remain invested. You see, 2012 already had a toe-tappingly good rock song in “We are the heroes” and and a comically bad one in “Don’t close your eyes” and both completely cancel “Anbrekabuwl” for me. I still somewhat enjoy Sinplus, but we’ve seen much, much better of their kind.

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222. Marta Jandová & Václav Noid Bárta - “Hope never dies “ Czech Republic 2015

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As my ranking has made clear, “Hope never dies” is not the song for me. It’s one of those sentimental drawn out ballads and that’s just... NOT what I’m into.

However, “Hope never dies” has its charm? Vaclav and Marta have decent chemistry and sing really well (the first instance of ANYONE from Czechoslovakia singing in tune at Eurovision lmfao). LOVE the shoe-throwing Marta does near the end. Love that, even though they NQ’d, hope never died for Czechia and they have managed to qualify thrice in the next four years. Czechia are a great example of a terrible ESC nation reinventing themselves and reaping the rewards, and while “Hope never does” doesn’t *pop* for me, I appreciate that it set the stage for a renaissance that will hopefully result in a victory, very, very soon. CONGRATULATIONS TO LAKE MALAWI FOR BEING THE BEST CZECH ENTRY IN THIS DECADE. Not like that was ever in doubt, but ‘gratz all the same. 🤗

The next update will be the FINAL yellow one :o

#Eurovision #Eurovision Song Contest #Czechia #Vaclav Noid Barta #Martina Jandova #Hope never dies #Switzerland #Sinplus #Unbreakable #Spain #Daniel Diges #Algo pequenito #Cesar Sampson #Nobody but you

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mayaphunter · 6 years

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Tatted

pairings: lucaya, implied riarkle and zaydora; clique six

fandom: girl meets world

word count: 2,156

genre: ultimate fluff/no plot

notes: i’ve had this sitting in my drafts since forever and only now got around to finishing it lmfao, so Enjoy!

She probably wasn't supposed to see it, but she did and boy was she never going to let this one down. Ever.

"Really Huckleberry, you have a tattoo of a cowboy hat?"

"What? How did you know that?!" Lucas' hand automatically went to the side of his hip, as if placing it over his shirt would somehow make her un-see the little tattoo peeking out from above his shorts.

Maya didn't try to hide the smirk that stretched onto her face. "Where did you get it done, Cowboy? Back in Texas or here in New York?”

Lucas narrowed his eyes to try and glare at her but it was more of a pathetic attempt since he couldn’t get past the fact that this blonde beauty was smiling at him all pretty or whatever.

“That, is none of your business-”

“DID YOU SAY TATTOO?” Lucas flinched at the sound of Riley’s high-pitched scream. Maya’s smirk grew into a full-blown grin as she turned to see Riley exit the public beach bathroom, a sundress thrown over her bikini as a cover up.

It was finally the summer after their high school graduation and they couldn’t have found a better place to relax than at the beach. The Matthews had made their way to Long Island and rented a small vacation home, inviting their kids’ friends, for a short trip over the weekend.

“That’s right, Riles, Heehaw here got himself a tattoo. And I gotta say, it’s pretty-” Lucas moved with the speed of light, covering Maya’s mouth with his hand, which ended up muffling the rest of her sentence. Maya squinted her eyes at him before biting the inside of his hand, resulting in a yelp from Lucas as he yanked his hand away.

Riley gasped loudly, her hand going to rest on top of her chest as she stared at the two of them in shock. “Lucas! I can not believe this!”

“Can’t believe what?” Nursing his wounded hand to his chest, Lucas groaned out loud when he saw Farkle also emerge from the bathroom, wearing a whole ensemble of floaties and swim trunks.

Riley turned to Farkle, gripping onto his forearm tightly. “Lucas has a tattoo!”

Farkle blinked at her twice before glancing between the girls and Lucas.

“Okay, so…?”

Lucas wished the ground beneath him would open up and swallow him whole. “Oh my god, it’s not a big deal! It's just a tattoo! Everyone gets them nowadays!”

Maya tilted her head to the side, nodding slightly but still thinking about the whole concept of a tattoo. Lucas was right: getting a tattoo wasn’t abnormal, especially since everyone was of legal age. Still, she couldn’t wrap her head around the thought of Lucas having a tattoo.

“Yeah, but you’re Moral Compass; you’re not supposed to get tattoos. And if I saw correctly, was that a horse? A horse wearing a cowboy hat?”

“I am not having this conversation with you.” Feeling his face start to heat up, Lucas turned and began to walk in the direction of where their other friends had gone to sit on the beach. Somewhere in the distance, he spotted Zay’s obnoxious red trunks and Isadora’s massive beach hat.

“Oh, come on, Huckleberry! Don’t be like that! I just wanna know where you got it done!”

“Maya, would you just let it go-”

“But it's a tattoo! I want a tattoo!”

Riley gasped again, this time smacking Maya’s arm. “Maya Penelope Hart! Don’t you dare!” Maya simply shrugged in response, softly rubbing the area where Riley had hit her as the three of them followed closely behind Lucas, who was trying to scurry away from them.

“What? Ranger Rick can get a tattoo but I can’t? What kind of favoritism is this?” Riley rolled her eyes, slipping her arm through Maya’s as they got closer to Zay and Isadora.

“It’s not favoritism! I’m sure Lucas has his reasons for getting a tattoo.” Maya snorted as Riley’s nose scrunched up at the end of her sentence. Only Riley would try to rationalize getting a tattoo, Maya thought as she shook her head lightly.

“There doesn’t have to be a reason to get a tattoo, Riles.” Lucas managed to mumble out loud, finally reaching Zay and plopping down on the beach towel next to him.

There was a sparkle in Zay’s eyes as he barely caught on to what Lucas had just said. “Oh! Did Lucas finally tell you about his tattoos?”

“Tattoos? As in plural? As in, Huckleberry here has more than one?”

“Uh…” There was an awkward silence as Zay looked between Maya’s smug smile and Lucas’s glare.

“I am going to kill you, Zay.”

“Oops.” He shrugged before turning his full attention back to his bag of chips, reaching in to grab a handful and then proceeding in shove it in his mouth. “I mean, they were going to find out sooner or later.” He said with his mouth full.

Riley placed a hand to her chest again, blinking rapidly as she tried to process the new information, before shaking her head. “I-I… I’m going to go into the water. Anyone want to join me?”

“Ooh me! Let’s go, bubbles!” Isadora threw off her hat before taking Riley’s stretched out hand and grabbing the back of Farkle’s swim shirt to drag him with her.

“Hey! I didn’t say I wanted to go!”

“Farkle, don’t tell me you dressed up in all that just to sit in the sand and watch the water from afar?”

“W-well! So what if I did!”

Maya shook her head, a smile on her face, as the three figures grew smaller and smaller until they reached the water. Turning her gaze back to Lucas, she couldn’t help but narrow her eyes at him. As if he wanted to ignore where the previous conversation was heading, he was now immersed in a heavy debate with Zay about which sport would be better to play on the beach: volleyball or frisbee.

Poking him on his side, Lucas jumped and let out a high pitched yelp before turning and sending Maya a heated glare, which she returned with a wide grin.

“Now that I’ve got your attention again, mind telling me more about these tattoos of yours?”

Lucas groaned again, putting his head in his hands as Zay beamed at Maya. “Hey Hart, did you know I have my own tattoos?”

“No way! Where?”

“Don’t encourage her, Zay!”

Ignoring Lucas’ protest, Maya’s eyes twinkled as Zay pulled off his tank top to reveal his smooth brown skin underneath. Her eyes widened as she noticed the different kinds of tattoos Zay had that spread from his chest, to the back of his shoulder blade, and then down his arms. Some were connected to create a pattern while others were scattered across his body. Maya watched in amazement as she tried to take everything in, her eyes moving back and forth among the tattoos.

“Woah, you got all of these?”

“Yup. I wanna get more too but I haven’t figured out which ones I want yet.”

“That’s, actually really cool, Zay. You gotta take me next time you get one.”

Zay chuckled, nodding his head as he grabbed his shirt to shrug it back on. “Alright, your turn, Lucas.”

“You guys actually suck.” Although he was complaining, that didn’t stop himself from revealing his tattoos. Lucas gripped the edge of his shirt, looking between Maya and Zay, who were staring at him so intensely he was sure they could see right into his soul. Taking a deep breath, he lifted his shirt just enough to show the top of his tattoo, and then nudged his swim trunks down to reveal the entire thing.

“Aha, I was right!” Maya grinned, pointing at Lucas as the image of a horse with a cowboy hat nested between its ears appeared before her eyes. It was very detailed, Maya noticed, to the point where both the horse and the hat looked very realistic, almost as if it was photographed into his skin.

Lucas felt the tips of his ears grow hot before he rearranged his clothes back into place to conceal his tattoo.

“Okay, whatever, I was drunk as fuck when I got it. Honestly, I don’t even remember most of that night or how it happened.”

Maya let out a low whistle, placing her hands behind her on the sand as she leaned back, pushing her sunglasses up her nose when the sun continued to beat down on her. “Damn, Huckleberry, I guess you really were different back in Texas.”

Lucas snorted, looking away to focus his attention on Farkle, Smackle and Riley who were playing in the water far ahead of them. “Forget about Texas Lucas. I’m not like that anymore.”

“Hmm, I guess not. But, what other tattoo do you have?” Lucas sent Zay a glare, who just smiled back at him, not really meeting Lucas’ eyes.

“You’re really not going to let this go until I show you, are you?”

“Correctamundo, Hop-Along!”

Lucas let out a heavy sigh before peeling his tank top off, turning to show his back to Maya. Once his shirt had been removed, Maya smiled softly as the image of blue flowers inked skillfully onto his left side appeared before her, the stem of the flower inching downwards to his hip.

“Aww, Ranger Rick, you have flowers on your back-”

“Actually, they’re Texas Bluebells. And before you even start, yes, it’s a matching tattoo. I got it with my mom.”

“Aww, look at you being such a mama’s boy- Wait, hold on. What’s that?”

Maya’s hand unconsciously reached out, the tips of her finger barely tracing the sphere located on his right shoulder blade. Inside the sphere was a carefully drawn out scene of a geometric mountain at night, the background filled with constellation of stars mixed with hues of dark blues and purples. At the tip of the mountain stood six bright stars in white, surrounding the top of the mountain in a crown-like image.

“That’s his favorite tattoo.” Zay stared at Lucas when he didn’t say anything. “Well? Aren’t you gonna explain?”

“Why must you make my life so difficult?”

“I wouldn’t be your best friend if I didn’t.”

Lucas rolled his eyes but proceeded to explain, staring off into the ocean, not meeting Maya’s or Zay’s piercing gaze.

“It’s my most recent tattoo that I got with Zay a couple months ago.” Maya opened her mouth, questions ready to spew when Lucas beat her to it. “Yes, I got this one here in New York.”

“You’re so boring, you’re not letting me ask questions!”

“Oh my f- okay, what do you want to know?”

Maya smiled triumphantly, crossing her arms as she stared him down. “What do the six stars surrounding the mountain peak mean?”

Lucas looked her right in the eye as he said, “You guys.”

Maya’s smile faltered, her arms uncrossing and going limp at her sides. “Wait, what?” She was not expecting that.

Lucas finally broke their gaze, turning to look off into the distance as he explained. “I like looking at the stars and stuff: it helps me think. That’s why I placed the constellations as the background. Moving here, you guys helped me change into a better version of me. I actually had this design in mind for awhile now, since like middle school.”

“Really? That long?”

Lucas nodded his head, smiling as Farkle splashed water at Riley and Isadora. “I don’t say this enough, but you guys kind of guided me into who I am today. So I figured it was fitting to place you guys as the main stars.”

There was a pause as Lucas zoned out, the only thing he could hear was the ocean waves crashing against the sand and the chirping sounds coming from the pigeons above. Maya, on the other hand, couldn’t take her eyes off of him. As she listened to him, she felt her feelings for this boy grow just a tad bit heavier, as if they were laying flat on her chest and weighing her down. She shook her head briefly before reaching over and punching him lightly on the arm.

“Aww, you’re so cheesy, Huckleberry.”

Lucas wasn’t even fazed; he simply rolled his eyes as a soft smile graced his features. “Remind me again why I told you this?”

Maya smiled back at him, looking at him with such fondness that Zay had to look away from the both of them. “Cause you love me.”

“Hmm… I guess.”

“Okay but seriously, when are y’all taking me to get my tattoo?”

“... Did you just say y'all?”

“Not the point!”

#lucaya #lucaya fanfiction #girl meets world #gmw fanfic #gmw #girl meets world fanfiction #headcanon #look i wrote a thing #it literally took me a year and a half to write this thing #anywhoo I MISS THIS STUPID SHOW AND THESE STUPID KIDS

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