#talk about some sunshine to brighten up the feed

[sugarschnaps]

Connie HCs bc she is my sunshine gremlin

So I have yet to see any Connie HC posts? And as far as I'm concerned I'm going to force feed the fandom all the TCM victim content I could possibly write. Enjoy, people, because I know I will. ─── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ───

First point I would like to say is that Connie is book smart, obviously, but seeing as she grew up on a ranch herself she definitely knows some foraging. She'll know what kind of local forage is safe and toxic, probably knows an entire lot about flowers. "Oh, you got stung by nettles? Hold on a minute," She disappeared for a few moments, only to come back with dock leaves in her hand. She said nothing, and wouldn't explain, instead had you sit down and put your leg out. She took a few moments to crush a few of the odd looking leaves, and then place them over the irritated, slightly bumpy skin. The irritation faded slightly, and the wound's burning heat dissipated, but it was certainly still irritated. She sat squatted in front of you, in pause for a while to think. Lips pursed, brows furrowed, staring at the little continent-shaped patch on your leg as if the bumps in your skin would provide her an answer. Out of seemingly nowhere, Connie brightened up and turned to look in her little bag for something. What exactly, you had no idea, she simply didn't talk in the moment of focus. When she turned back to you, smile wide enough to reach her ears, she had a roll of tape out, in a little dispenser. That made absolutely no sense. Still, she placed the tape one strip at a time over the reddened patch, taking them off with surprisingly careful touches. She flinches every time you wince, probably losing a few leg hairs in the process of all this, but somehow, the stinging feeling dissipated. You had no explanation, and you just stared at the ginger as she focused so heavily on the tape. After she finished with that, she crushed and applied the rest of the dock leaves, and it actually helped immensely. But it didn't before. "Miracle tape?" You mumble, before she smiles up at you, patting your leg before sitting back opposite you. One leg up, arm rested on her knee, she shook her head. "No, silly, the tape gets rid of the nettle hairs." "Oh."

Connie does like the appearance of flowers quite a lot. It's her one goal to visit those pretty tulip fields in the Netherlands, pink tulips are her favourite flowers of all time. She'd help in a community garden for sure.

She absolutely adores honeybees. She has them land on her shoulders quite frequently, and while her friends panic a lot when this happens, she's completely calm about it. Connie was raised on a farm, she's more than used to bugs and animals.

Unfortunately, though, she isn't a thousand percent innocent. Heavens only know how terrifying this little girl is when someone irritates her or her friends. She goes from sunshine baby to holding a frying pan and being ready to Rapunzel up in this place in like two seconds

If you tell anyone, including the other victims they will NOT believe you. You're the only person who knows about this side of her. Ever. Because you're you and this is my hc you're welcome

She obviously isn't the strongest bodied, but she definitely hits hard enough to throw people off. She's not one you'd look at and think "This one grew up on a farm", for sure. But she's used to handling shovels and heavy garden equipment for extended periods, and it shows when she knocks people flat on their ass out of nowhere.

Connie definitely struggles with words and processing things fairly often, and sometimes she just pauses to think. It's like she's spaced out but she isn't. She gets this little frown that she's thinking really hard and it's super cute.

She's better at cuddles. And she's the most precious thing to hold literally nobody has ever denied her a hug before

Her freckles on her arms are only really visible in the summer but she has a couple of moles

Connie isn't the most confrontational person out there, obviously, but when she gets upset she is absolutely livid. Zero to a hundred, immediately, would die for her friends with no hesitation. She never swears, but she has creative insults for real. (Think "wheelie bin" or "easy bake oven")

She could fix Johnny. That is all wont elaborate

Connie is the type that hangs out with her friends and might not really understand or enjoy the things that her friends like, but she'll happily sit and listen. She just really loves them, and seeing them happy makes her smile.

In other words, she's a great listener. And in turn gives good advice. Again, she could fix Johnny.

Call it basic, but her favourite milkshake and ice cream flavour is vanilla. It's just suited to her palette. She also dislikes plain chocolate ice cream, and usually ends up disliking it in milkshakes. Safe bet is to test just the one and if she likes it as an ice cream flavour she'll like it as a milkshake. (Big brain for words here wow)

She's actually a big tea spiller. She has all the gossip. But she will never ever tell anyone anything bad about a person unless it's absolutely 100 percent confirmed true.

Conspiracy theorist exclusively at 3AM on Wednesdays and Thursdays.

If ever you're in a hospital bed and asleep she can and will curl up next to you (hc I originally came up w. for my dumb ass if I were a tcm character but still applies). She curls up into your side and probably puts her head on your chest. She's almost always asleep when you wake up.

─── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ─── Connie my beloved she is so sunshiney <3 <3 <3

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[kkydult]

xdinary heroes as weathers + dates depending on that weather;

ot6!xdinary heroes x gn!reader - fluff - !!getting high!! - 0.9k

- goo gunil;

i think a sun shower is a great way to describe Gunil cause his personality doesn’t match his physical appearance, like expecting a sunny day only to get that short rain pour before a rainbow circles the sky. maybe you could have gone for a walk with him letting your feet guide you to the next activity but all of a sudden it starts raining bringing your plans to a halt but he would absolutely not let the rain stop any possible fun you could have instead he would fully embrace it, pulling you along with him as you run the rain pouring down on you and you would let your enjoy the moment as he twirls you around before kissing you there under the rain. by the time you pull away the rain had stopped, you didn’t even mind being drenched because you were with him.

- kim jungsu;

Jungsu is soo obviously a ray of sunshine have you seen his smile?? he’s so precious and he’d brighten your days and nights just being by your side. I imagine a date where you’re riding your bikes through a park after planning a picnic for yourself, bringing all your favorites snacks, and preparing sandwiches for each other together, feeding pieces of the ingredients to the other. you would settle under the shade of a tree setting up your blanket and the snacks on it, you would sit together watching people go about their days making up back stories for them as they pass by, you’d fall asleep in his arms while he hums a sweet melody for you.

- kwak jiseok;

not so much a weather but more specifically the chilly summer evenings, i think that’s the best weather, it’s still hot but the air is nice and cool, Gaon seems like the type of person to just enjoy chilling, talking about life, reminiscing and dreaming of the future. driving with the windows down letting the fresh air pass through your hair, playing music loud enough to be singing freely, he takes you the hilltop that overlooks the city as the sun is setting and you watch it paint the sky different shades. if you get high you’d probably get high and just enjoy the moment, leaving music on as background noise while you talk the night away, he’d make you laugh a lot but would also get deep and emotional expressing his love for you making sure you know he loves you and doesn’t plan on stopping anytime soon. he’s just so comforting and loving idk.

- oh seungmin;

with Seungmin i imagine rain alot of it, not cause he’s gloomy but cause he’s cool he seems cold but he’s just cool, idk if this is true but he seems more like a homebody that an outdoorsy person so being stuck at home with him on a rainy day would be perfect. he would let you stay in bed while he gets popcorn before putting on a nice movie series that keeps you in bed for the rest of the day, you don’t talk much just commenting on the movie but you don’t need to you both are comfortable in each other’s arms you don’t need to express audibly you just know it, and that’s what your relationship looks like most of the time it’s filled with trust and a welcoming warmth so you never have to be worried.

- han hyeongjun;

Hyeongjun is a thunderstorm mostly based on his music taste than himself but also a bit of him because the sound of thunderstorms is actually pretty calming to some people but whether you find it calming or scary, he’s gonna be there with you to calm your nerves, he’ll mute out your thoughts and bring you peace. he’ll notice you on the couch curled up into a ball as the sound of thunder gets louder, he doesn’t think too much before grabbing his guitar, sitting in front of you so you could focus on him and his strumming, playing melodies that you were familiar with to bring you mind back to the safe memories that came with the songs, he’ll give you a reassuring smile at every thunder strike letting you know you’re fine and that he’s with you. soon enough you forget about the storm and let him sing for you, his soft voice guiding you to total tranquility.

- lee jooyeon;

it’s either heatwave or a blizzard, he’s the most extreme point of anything and i kinda love it, you could never get bored with him he just oozes amusement and originality he’s gonna make you laugh a lot, he’ll also make you cry a lot but Jooyeon will always be acting out of love. so the day after heavy snowfall you both have to go to work but when you’re greeted with fresh snow in your backyard you get distracted and end up in a never ending snow ball fight, you can feel your fingers falling off one by one but you’re both competitive so there’s no stopping you. you both end up falling on the pills of snow you built up and decide that the only thing left to do is make snow angels. “I can’t move anymore” you’d joke completely frozen in the snow, he’d carry you back in and at that point there was no point going in to work, you both call blaming it on the snow blocking roads and call it a day as you snuggle in on the couch. he catch a cold a couple days later and you’d take care of him till you catch his cold and he returns the favor.

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[freesia-writes]

Fourth date idea: Gregor tries planning something like another picnic, but goes to pick her up and realizes he's not feeling great and he's struggling with the effects of his traumatic brain injury and speech issues and just generally feeling not good about himself? And reader can tell something is off and instead invites him inside her home, they have a picnic on the floor, and she listens to him open up about his worries when they snuggle on the couch?

[Author's Note: I skipped the picnic on the floor. Forgive me. It shan't happen again (it probably shall).] ;)

Gregor x Fem!Reader Word Count: 3.1k Content: some cuddling, trauma talk, and kissing.

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The knock at the front gives away who it is immediately; no one else sounds so chipper through a solid wooden door. You smile, bouncing to open it as you finish putting on your final earring. Your dress blows slightly in the whoosh of air as you swing it open, revealing your favorite ray of sunshine standing on your porch. He's got a slightly different air to him today, though, and you can't quite put your finger on it. Pushing aside the immediate insecurities that come to mind, you invite him in for a moment. 

"I just need to feed the cat and we can head out!" you say, looking around for said cat, who is sure to be hiding somewhere just to make a liar out of you. "What were you thinking this time?" you ask from the kitchen, pulling the cat food bag out of a cupboard and scooping some into a small dish. Gregor perches himself somewhat awkwardly on the arm of the couch, running a hand through his slicked-back hair. His shoulders seem slumped slightly more than usual... Or are you just imagining it all? 

"Well, I was thinking we'd--" Gregor begins, but his voice gets particularly squeaky in the middle syllables, and he cuts himself off, brow furrowing and head turning slightly away. "Sorry, we can ahh... Now I forget..." He rubs a hand across his eyes, resting his forehead in his palm for a moment. Now he's really got your attention. Closing the cat food bag, you approach tentatively.

"Hey," you say softly, placing a hand on his knee. He looks like a delicious island snack with his flowery boardshorts and bright yellow tank top, but it is a rather stark contrast to his decidedly gray demeanor. "Is everything alright? You seem a little off..." You want to invite openness but also don't want to pry.

"Ah, yes... Well, kind of," he admits, brightening a little at your touch. "I don't even know where to begin..." his voice is a tiny bit higher than usual, with more frequent lilts in his tone, and it seems to bother him, though you can't imagine why. You search your previous conversations for any hint of sensitivity in that area, remembering only that he was severely injured in an explosion and may have been subjected to further experimentation that he didn't recall. 

"Why don't we have a quiet afternoon here?" you suggest, glancing around your small home with a silent nod of gratitude that you'd just cleaned it all up yesterday. "You can share about what's bothering you or we can just enjoy some snacks or games or something," you say. You return your gaze to him and find his eyes on you, looking you up and down almost sadly before glancing back to the floor. 

"You got yourself all ready though," he protests, wringing his hands together in a thinly-veiled attempt to hide his anxiety. 

"I..." you begin boldly but falter for a moment, feeling self-conscious about your admission. But it seems appropriate more now than ever, so you continue, "I do it for you, Gregor. Not to go out and show off to others... I want to look nice for you..." Now you're the one staring at the floor.

"Ah sheesh," he says with a single, empty chuckle. "Well I don't deserve it."

"Excuse me," you say, feeling a little indignant now at whatever has got a hold of him, "You most certainly do. Come on, it would be just as fun to enjoy some time together here. I'm sure we can find something to do." It sounds suggestive, even though you didn't initially mean it that way, and you glance at him to see how it lands. But it seems to go over his head, and you find yourself feeling a tad disappointed, surprisingly. 

"Want to see something awesome?" you ask, attempting to move on and coax him to relax a bit more.

"Alright," he agrees, following you through the kitchen toward the balcony on the back of your home. As with most houses on the island, it's on the side of a steep mountain, and the deck provides expansive views of the buildings below and the waters beyond. It's got a lattice roof that's covered with lush vines, peppered with fragrant flowers that provide a light scent as well as a cool respite from the hot sun. "Ahh, you had this hiding back here all along?" he says, sounding playful but still lacking genuine delight. 

"This is nice, but here's the real beauty," you say, gesturing toward the most glorious (read: unique and possibly slightly disgusting) couch you've ever laid eyes on. You found it on the side of the road when a wealthy local had passed away; the estate sale had taken care of the rest of the furniture but somehow, this couch had been deemed undesirable. You couldn't imagine why, as it's the most funky-looking, comfortable, one-of-a-kind pieces you'd ever found. It's dark purple and green, covered in a lightly brushed velvet that shines when you swipe your hand along it in one direction, and decorated with a truly groovy design of flowers and vines. It is incredibly plush and one can tell simply by looking at it that you will sink into unfathomable comfort as soon as you sit down. Okay, it's weird, but you've got a thing for weird couches, and you've cleaned it up wonderfully and are truly proud of it. It's about time Gregor saw a little more of your personality anyway. 

"Wow," Gregor says, letting out a true giggle at the sight of it, "That is... bright." His voice squeaks on the last word, diminishing his smile a little, but you take his hand and lead him to take a seat, feeling uncharacteristically bold as you curl up fairly close to him. He stretches an arm along the back of the couch, allowing you to nestle into his side, and you reach across to take hold of his other hand, gently folding your fingers between his and stroking the side of it with a thumb. He lets out a quiet hmm as he gazes out across the water. 

"Does your voice bother you?" you ask gently, unsure how to get to the topic otherwise. He lets out a deep sigh before responding. 

"Eh, kind of," he admits, tilting his head to rest his cheek against your hair, sending a little thrill through your chest. "Some days are just hard, it seems. My memories come and go, never fully complete, always rife with pain and loss. I did everything to help my squad escape Sarrish, and they all died anyway. Then some little frog thing with a crew of droids finds me on Abafar and helps to put some pieces together. I start to remember, start to feel like a real person again and not just an empty shell... then the explosion..." he shudders, picking his head up to look out at the view again, and you lift your head to gaze at his face. His brown eyes are glossy with tears. "Now I not only have times when I forget things, but also times when I don't really know who I am or what's going on. I just feel lost, like I've been jettisoned into space in an escape pod with no map or controls or crew."

You soak it in for a moment, trying to fathom what it would be like. For someone who is always so bouncy, so full of an irresistible zest for life, it's remarkable that such heavy tragedies are in his past and continue to affect his present. You give his hand a little squeeze, but he continues staring out to sea, so you stretch up a bit and place a gentle, lingering kiss on his cheek, hoping that it can convey more than words. You hear a sharp little intake of air from him, smiling as you pull back, and he finally turns to you, eyes still shiny but with the tiniest hint of a spark. 

"Well that was lovely," he giggles, an echo of his usual self. "I'm sorry to be gloomy... It's not a great date. I was going to cancel but I didn't want you to think I didn't want to see you. But perhaps it would have been better than having you see me this way. Sometimes I get lost in the flashbacks or have trouble grounding myself in the present. But sometimes talking about it is helpful too... Anyway, I'm rambling again..."

"Have you ever been... involved... with anyone before? Romantically?" you ask abruptly, again realizing after the words are out just how bold they are. But something about his state is disarming and encouraging, and you really want to get through to him however you can. 

"Never had the chance, unless you count the... ah... what are they called? Entertainment? When we were on leave..." Gregor responds, shifting a bit in embarrassment. "But no, I wasn't really one for them either. Why?"

"I'm not exactly a professional, but while it's true that we all try to put our best foot forward, as time goes on, there is a new level of joy and closeness as you share and explore all of each other..."

"Ooh, getting a bit forward now, are you?" he pokes, and one of those playful eyebrows even arches up suggestively. 

"No!" you laugh, feeling much better at the sight of him brightening up a bit, "I meant... we all have things we don't like about ourselves, things we wish we could change or hide from others... But when you... love someone..." you feel wildly self-conscious all of a sudden, getting in deep territory you hadn't intended to venture into, "...it's all-encompassing. It's the whole package..." You drift off into uncertainty. You intended to make him feel better but now it sounds like you're trying to ask him to marry you or something. 

"Hmm," he says thoughtfully, his face softening slightly. You wait a moment, feeling an increasing need to say something else to divert or deflect, but something else within you says to just wait. He lifts his eyes to the sky now, considering the long, wispy clouds streaked across the bright golden horizon, and remains silent. You lean your head back against his shoulder, nuzzling your forehead against his warm neck, and hear him swallow quietly. The distant sound of the waves, the steady thump of his heartbeat, and the general hubbub of the island village create a comforting background noise that allows the two of you to simply be.

"You don't mind?" Gregor asks, after what feels like an eternity. You lift your head to look at him again. 

"Mind what?"

"That my voice is not always so impressive? That I can forget so much, or get so mixed up in regular, daily life things? These aren't exactly desirable traits. In fact, they seem pretty pathetic, if you ask me," he says frankly. 

You smile calmly, readjusting yourself to sit up a bit taller next to him, and lift a hand to his face to cup his cheek. Staring intently into his eyes, you answer, "They are part of you." An idea comes into your mind, and it definitely wasn't the way you'd ever envisioned it happening, but suddenly it seems like the most natural plan to have had all along... 

"And I really like you," you continue, leaning forward to place another kiss on his cheek. "I like your humor. I like your friendliness. You are incredibly strong, and brave..." You kiss the tip of his nose, to which he gives a nasally little chuckle, and continue, "You are sacrificial... and courageous... and you've got beautiful eyes." Your hand lifts to trace along one eyebrow, then down the side of his face and along his jawline. "And I like your voice, and your brain, no matter how it works..." you finish almost in a whisper, face close to his as you lavish him with all the verbal affection you can think of. 

"...or doesn't," he quips, smiling authentically now. He looks intently into your eyes, his eyebrows peaked in the center, creating a vulnerable expression that makes your heart melt. It's as though he's deciding whether to believe you or not, but he can find no reason not to. You've already shared some insecurities with him, and he found them absolutely unfounded. Perhaps he can hear you now, no matter how harsh he is to himself. 

"I just... I really like you," you repeat, trying to lick your lips quickly without drawing much attention as he lowers his head for a moment, looking at his lap with a hint of flattered embarrassment. Your fingers find his chin, lifting it ever so gently to look at you, and you find yourself moving toward him as though propelled by an unseen force. His eyebrows raise as you draw near, and you can feel him stiffen minutely in surprise. Pausing to make sure he's not uncomfortable or hesitant, you give one last glance into his eyes, heart racing wildly, and feel an absolute thrill of joy as he moves forward a tiny bit as well, slowly closing his own eyes. 

And then you're kissing him. Softly, tentatively, afraid to scare him off and afraid that it's not the right time... But he's turned toward you, arm lifting from the back of the couch to wrap gently around your shoulders. You drop your hand from his chin to his chest, relishing the incredible softness of his lips on yours, the pure delight of a simple, chaste kiss. You linger for a moment, pulling back after a while, opening your eyes quickly to take in the look on his face.

It's both blissful and unbelieving, delighted and calm. His expression has relaxed, and you smile bashfully, hoping you didn't cross any lines. You open your mouth to speak, but he seems to be suddenly overcome with emotion, leaning forward in one smooth motion to wrap both arms around you and pull you right up against him in a giant, enveloping hug. You savor the closeness, your bodies pressed together, hearts beating audibly. When he finally releases you and you can both sit up properly, he's all smiles once again. It's as though a cloud had passed over the sun but its bright shine has returned. 

"I feel like I'm supposed to have something witty to say," he admits, and you both giggle in a way that makes your heart soar. 

"Let me know when you come up with something," you laugh, and the two of you settle back down into an unfathomably comfortable little snuggle, wrapped up together in the sunken seats of the couch, watching the sun grow lower in the sky.

One of your stomachs gives you away though, with a loud and undeniable growl, and you realize you'd totally skipped the snacks. You don't want to get up, but everything is better with food, so you haul yourself to your feet with a huff. 

"Let's go see what we have to eat," you invite, holding a hand out to him, which he takes and follows you into the kitchen. He perches on a stool at the bar counter, overlooking the sink, and you rummage in the refrigerator on the other side, back to him. A minute later, the counter is covered with a variety of snack foods strewn about -- meats and cheeses, fruits and crackers. You intend to make neat little plates, but the two of you become so lost in conversation that you end up perched on the counter, sitting across from him on his stool, taking random bites between words. Minutes fade into hours and the conversation slowly dwindles into contentedness. With a glance at the wall chrono, Gregor sighs and slides off the stool onto his feet. 

"It's getting late," he offers, "And I know you work early."

"I should quit..." you joke, earning the customary chuckle from this affectionate clone. 

You walk him to the door, already eager for the next time you're going to see him, and he pauses with his hand on the knob, waiting to open it. You stop behind him as he turns around, letting go of the door. He has an intent look on his face that sends tingles down your spine, and he takes a step closer, reaching both hands up to cup your face. He draws near, radiating warmth and excitement, and presses his lips to yours in a blissfully tender kiss. 

You close your eyes, relishing his hands on your cheeks and his mouth on your own, and snake your own arms around him. He tilts his head, deepening the kiss, making your knees feel weak. He drops one hand from your face to your waist, pulling away for a quick breath before leaning his head the other way and coming in for more. He smells of salty sea air and crisp soap, and the sound of his ragged breathing fuels the growing sense of passion within. His hand roams from your cheek around to the back of your head, nestling gently at the base of your skull, holding you firmly yet gently as he finishes with one last long, lingering kiss. 

He pulls back a mere inch or two, resting his forehead against yours and letting out a breath with a grin on his face. Your cheeks curve into an irresistible smile as he pulls you into another one of his great big hugs that feel like a warm cocoon of happiness. When he finally steps back, he definitely has a bit of spring to his step, and he randomly bows as though he has just finished a great performance, causing you to giggle in surprise. He echoes your laughter in his adorable way, standing with a flourish, and grabs your hand to place one last kiss on the back of it.

"We will pick up from here next time," he says as he slips out the door, and your heart skips a beat.

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[invisibleraven]

Adopting a pet for Reggie/anyone because you know I gotta prompt that

When Reggie was a kid, he begged and pleaded for a dog. Promised to walk it, feed it, whatever it needed, if only he could have a puppy. But his mother always came up with an excuse to say no, until finally stopped asking.

He'd get a puppy when he was older.

Only when Reggie was older he could only afford places that didn't allow pets. Or with roommates who were allergic. Or on tour with the band, so any pet he got would end up in kennels more often than not.

Finally, the band was taking a break, they had a big house to live in, and Reggie asked. "Can we get a dog?"

Luke and Alex exchanged glances. "I dunno buddy, a dog is a lot of work," Alex replied.

"And we'll be back on the road before long..." Luke added.

"Oh," Reggie replied, deflated. "Never mind, it was stupid of me to ask."

"Um, no, it wasn't," Alex said. "I would love to get a dog, it's just hard when we're so busy."

"But we can do it!" Luke said. "Heck, maybe we can bring him on tour with us! Dogs love road trips!"

"Really?" Reggie asked, brightening up. "You mean it?"

"Of course sunshine," Alex replied.

"Can we go right now?" Reggie asked, bouncing with excitement.

"Whoa babe, I think we need to talk about logistics first," Luke replied. Reggie pouted, but conceded that was fair, and they sat back down.

They decided they wanted a smaller dog, and from a shelter, not a store. That it would be Reggie's dog, but both of his boyfriends would happily help him take care of it. But Alex put his foot down about getting a puppy.

"I know they're cute and all Reg, but I think we want one that's already housebroken and a little bit trained, just to avoid having the house destroyed," he argued.

"We don't have to get a senior dog, but one that is not a wild ball of energy would probably be best,": Luke chimed in. "We have you for that."

"Hey!" Reggie protested, but then sank back down. "That's fair."

They went out that afternoon and got a few supplies, nothing excessive, because Reggie wanted to take his new pet to the store to pick things out and get a feel for his or her personality before choosing anything important. Alex and Luke chuckled at that, but decided that was fair. It wasn't like they didn't have the money after all.

Later that week they finally made their way to the shelter, Reggie a nervous ball of energy, almost jumping down the path towards the shelter. Luke hugged him from behind to keep him still, and Alex guiding his breathing until he calmed down a little.

"Sorry," he said once he was not close to hyperventilating. "It's just I've wanted a dog since I was a kid, and my mom always said no. So it's like... a big day to have your childhood dream realized."

"Babe..." Luke crooned, kissing his cheek while Alex ruffled his hair. "Come on, let's go meet some puppers."

The afternoon was one of Reggie's life. He met so many dogs, all of them adorable and happy to be met. The hard part was choosing just one!

"I have one more for you," the shelter employee said. "He's a little shy, and he's been here a while, but... I think he might be the one."

She brought out a timid little beagle, who saw Reggie and immediately started wagging his stub of a tail. Reggie cooed at him, sitting on the floor and extended a hand for the dog to sniff. He came over cautiously, and then gave Reggie's hand a very sloppy kiss before flopping down for some belly rubs. Reggie gave a delighted laugh before burying his hands in the soft white fur.

Only then he found the scar running the length of the dog's abdomen, and looked up at the employee. "We found him in a trap," she said. "He lost some kidney function, so he needs special food, and he's got a tiny limp. Makes him harder to home."

"Not anymore," Reggie said resolute. "He's coming home with us."

"You sure Reg?" Alex asked, scratching behind the dog's ears, smiling when the dog's back legs gave a little kick.

Luke sat on the other side, joining Reggie in the belly rub. "He is pretty darn cute."

"Yeah, he's mine," Reggie said. "Aren't you Snoopy?"

"Snoopy? Really?" Alex asked.

"He's a beagle!" Reggie said.

"It's a perfect name for him," Luke said. "Let's get the paperwork and bring him home."

"You hear that bud?" Reggie asked. "You're coming home with me!"

Snoopy gave a happy little bork in response, making the three guys grin. They brought him home later that day, bedecked in a bunch of Peanut merch, and he had his run of their place, their tour bus, and their hearts from then on.

#filled prompts #ficlet #polyphantoms #julie and the phantoms

[elaine4queen]

A Glorious Noise

I sicken myself with procrastination. I wait until I have had my fill of it. Then I take myself in hand. 

I have spent too long listening to a whole series of detective books. I listened to exhaustion. By the end of the final denouement I have come to hate the writer, her conceits, the detective and other protagonists, and the form itself. I do not care who did it or why. 

This is all my own doing. I have chosen to listen to something that does not feed me. I am angry with myself for indulging this long avoidance of my own writing and for sickening myself with reading matter that will not inspire me. It is perverse.

And if I want to finish my book why don’t I get on with it?

I have made false starts. I have bought a rack to put my chapters in so I have room to put the various versions together and revise them side by side. I have been told that somewhere along the way the early revisions have taken away the feel of being in the moment that the early chapters once had. I am afraid in case this further revision takes them even further from the moment in which they were written, and want to unflatten them. The later chapters work, I know, but there is a sense in the early chapters of me learning to write as I go along, which is exactly what I was doing, so I got spooked and tried to even them out, and in so doing flattened them dead. I think. I don’t know any more and I’m afraid to look. 

I do not trust myself in the not knowing even though I know that not knowing is a good place to be.

The rack stands on the table with chapters half sorted and the rest of the manuscript is still in an open folder, now with a layer of kipple on top; a new empty notebook, a plate, a to-do list, and my headphones. But all of this is progress after several months of brain fog apparently caused by statins which I’ve now stopped taking. A couple of months later my head is clearer but there’s life admin to do and it takes up my whole summer. My door lock was broken and it took three months of begging and cajoling to get that fixed, and there’s a leak coming from a flat above mine which has covered my bathroom ceiling in mould, and the housing association has been useless so this week I wrote to my MP about it. All this takes head space. There are other things, too.

Anyway there are always things.

The detective novels were comforting. Towards the end of the binge I listened to Homo Irrealis by André Aciman, recommended by a friend. My own writing is nothing like his, but he writes about reading and he writes about thinking about reading. He also writes about places and memories of places and about how the layers of time in a given place coexist together not ordered but jumbled, and I like that, it feeds me. It takes me back to my own writing; my hand holding this pen. My body, my breath, in this space, in the present moment right now, with all that is around me - the mouldy ceiling holding me back, the dog nagging me to do something more interesting for her, the room that I’m in with the writing stuff, the yoga props, the things done and the things to do, the autumnal sunshine sharper than summer sunshine brightening the buildings across the road.

Ken asks if I would like to join an Artists Way writing group. I would not. I tell him about Natalie Goldberg and advise him to read her. I take my own advice now. I need to go back to my own first principles of writing as a practice. I download Writing Down the Bones and and listen on my headphones while I walk the dog. This. This is what I need right now. 

As she talks I listen. When I get home I go to the shop and get cut price back to school A4 lined notebooks. And carrots for the dog.

I give a carrot to Lola, leave one notebook on the table and take the other to the sofa, and I sit down and write. 

Goldberg talks about inspiration and the word’s root in the breath and the spirit. She talks about what it is like reading aloud a book she wrote some time ago and she seamlessly adds to it in this embodied way, which brings her book into her present, as she speaks it out of her body, and brings it then into my own. On my walk, as she talks about inspiration I think about revision and how that word is rooted in looking. I am listening and looking. We have done a short pass at the park, and are in the Buddhist’s garden, a favourite with the dog, and I remember a book I read decades ago, second hand then, and long out of print. It was a memoir biography, written by Gustav Holst’s daughter about her father, his life, and her memories of him. I remember two things from this book. The first is that she had said that he did not write music every day, but that he waited until he was positively irritated with himself for not doing it, which makes me feel better about having felt stuck for months. The other is about him working with a choir. He was a famous composer so I imagine the singers being in awe of him. She recalls him telling them 

“Those of you who can sing, sing, and those of you who can’t, make a glorious noise to God.” 

#actually autistic #original writing #actually adhd #brighton #buddhism #writing #Gustav Holst #Natalie Goldberg #André Aciman #walking #dog walk #practice

[dulcesiabits]

affection.

summary: Everyone at Night Raven looks out for themselves first and foremost. Well, they don’t mind looking out for you, too, in their own unique ways.

notes: fluff, headcanons, 3.4k words, part 3 or so of liya naming general fluff hcs “affection”

Ace Trappola

“Hey, don’t glare at me, prefect! Come on, I was just joking! …Okay, maybe I went too far. I’ll buy you something at the shop, so stop ignoring me.”

You’d think your best friend secretly hates you with how he acts. Ace is always tugging on your hair and stealing your textbooks so you’ll chase him through the halls. If not that, then he’s barging into your dorm to crash on the couch whenever he incurs Riddle’s ire; Ramshackle is basically his second home, you know. Ace expresses his affection like a grade schooler, always snickering when you fall victim to one of his pranks and teasing you until you’re frustrated. Still, he always has your back when it counts; if you get into trouble, so will he. Ace won’t let you get hurt, not if he has anything to do about it. Only he’s allowed to mess with you like that.

Deuce Spade

“Why am I smiling? No reason! Well... I was just thinking about how glad I am that I met you. H-hey, don’t laugh! I’m being serious here!”

Deuce, unlike Ace, is open with his affection for you. He’s always running to greet you in the halls, ready to chat about anything interesting that happened to him and all the progress he’s made with his magic. Your praise makes him brighten up until he’s almost as blinding as Kalim. If Grim steals your sandwich, then Deuce will offer you half of his. Cold? Here, take his jacket! Forgot your textbook? Just share with him. The only sure-fire way to make Deuce snap is to make fun of you. When he hears someone calling you a loser, he’s already cracking his knuckles and charging at them to give them a good old-fashioned beatdown.

Riddle Rosehearts

“Are you coming to the Unbirthday Party today? I asked... er, Trey just happened to make some of your favorite foods, so be sure to stop by. That’s an order.”

Riddle is the definition of tough love. He doesn’t pull any punches with you, even if you’re a magicless student. That’s only because he has faith in your potential, though, and he wants to help you succeed. So even if he lectures you on your grades, he’s already pulling out his alchemy notes so he can help you study and review any concepts you don’t know. And, okay, he hates it when people break rules, but he only sternly tells you to be more careful instead of giving you a full on speech like he would with Ace. The obvious favoritism is something Ace complains endlessly about, but Riddle refuses to acknowledge it even as his ears turn red.

Trey Clover

“Ah, perfect timing. I just finished making a new tart, and I want you to sample it. Hm? It’s embarrassing if I feed you? Haha, I don’t see the problem with it, though.”

Trey insists he doesn’t have a favorite freshman, but it’s obvious that he cares about you the most. He’s always been one to play favorites, and he’ll go to any lengths to make you smile. Sh, don’t tell anyone, but he’s sneaking you an extra slice of the pastry he just baked. Oh, and if someone is giving you a hard time, be sure to tell him. He’ll have a little talk with them so they don’t bother you again. Do you need something? He’ll do his best to help you get it, even if he has to shell out a few extra thaumarks. Trey ruffles your hair whenever he passes by you in the halls, an amused smile on his face as you jokingly try to dodge his touch.

Cater Diamond

“Prefect! Say cheese! …Aw, you’re mad I didn’t tell you I was going to take a pic? What’s the fun if you know in advance? …Sorry, but I won’t delete the pic! You look super cute!”

Cater is all sunshine and smiles with everyone, but something about you makes his smile more genuine. He’s always asking if you’re going to come over to visit Heartslabyul; if you do, won’t you please take another picture with him? You’re on his magicam almost everyday, to the point his followers know almost everything about you. He’s always bragging about you; he sure knows a talented underclassman, and don’t you brighten up everyone’s feed with how cute you are? Oh, and join the pop music club, won’t you? Cater promises he’ll make sure you’re going to have the best time of your life. Please? The others are going to love you!

Leona Kingscholar

“Tch, who interrupted my nap? …Oh, it’s just you. Well? What are you waiting for? Come join me. I’m not going to make the same offer twice.”

It’s hard to tell what Leona is thinking at times. He’s always telling you not to bother him, but when a student gets a tad too aggressive with you, he’s giving them a withering glare until they cower. When you look at him, he’ll roll his eyes and ask what the issue is; the student was just getting on his nerves. And he no longer snaps at you for interrupting his nap; no, he just pulls you into his arms in a sleepy stupor. When he wakes up, he acts as if nothing happened, but the tail curling around your arm tells a different story. Don’t mention his tail, though, because he’ll flick you in the face with it.

Ruggie Bucchi

“I’m in a weirdly good mood? Shihihi, maybe I’m happy that you came up to talk to me. Have you eaten lunch yet? I have to run some errands for Leona, so why don’t we grab something to eat together?”

Ruggie feels a little bad for you, to be honest. It’s hard enough as it is surviving at Night Raven, but being a magicless student on top of it? Talk about tough luck. Don’t worry, though, because Ruggie will look after you. He’ll give you tips on avoiding people who are trying to pick a fight and how to avoid scams, and if you’re really desperate, then you can go to him for help. He’ll take care of whatever problem you have, and the only thing he’ll ask for afterwards is some doughnuts and a head pat. Ruggie wouldn’t do this kind of favor for just anyone, though. You’re special to him, you know? So count your blessings he considers you part of his pack!

Jack Howl

"Prefect, what a coincidence. Do you want to go to class together? It’s not like I waited outside Ramshackle to ask you or anything. Wh-- My tail isn’t wagging, you’re mistaken!”

As tough as Jack acts on the outside, it’s easy to tell how he really feels when you take a look at his tail. It’s always wagging in your vicinity. Listen, it’s so easy for people to pick on you, and it’s not that he’s worried about you, it’s just a distraction from his studies when he can hear them yelling at you! If you go anywhere, be sure to text him, and he’ll take you there himself, just to be careful; you never know what could happen. And if you’re free, why don’t you come chat with him? And this is the time for his track meeting, if you want to go see him compete. Did you know he usually does really well? None of this means anything, he swears, even as his tail wags furiously behind him in your presence.

Azul Ashengrotto

“Sorry, I’m afraid Mostro Lounge is closed— oh, it’s just you, prefect. I rescind my previous statement. I’ll be available to you at any time... for a fee, of course.”

The more Azul likes you, the more he’s going to try to trick you into signing a contract. You’re just such a poor, miserable little soul, but fear not; if you sign this paper here, then he’ll make sure you’ll coast through school. This is definitely not a way to get you to spend more time with him, not at all. When has Azul ever had any ulterior motives? He’s always trying to show off his good side to you by loudly proclaiming his accomplishments such as being the only one to finish brewing a difficult potion in alchemy, and listen, he’ll even give you a drink on the house if you stop by the Mostro Lounge…. Just so he can butter you up for a deal! Not for any other reason, okay?

Jade Leech

“Fufu, would you care to join me for a cup of tea? Ah? You’re afraid I added something strange to it? Now, why would I do that?”

You’re amusing. That’s the extent of Jade’s feelings for you, or at least, that’s what he tells you. Interesting and exciting things are always happening when you’re around, and your reactions to his teasing are cute. Why wouldn’t he try to stick unnervingly close to you? Oh, do you want to come with him when his club goes out on hikes? He’ll take good care of you, and he won’t feed you any poisonous mushrooms. Probably. If you get lost, then it’ll just be a good excuse to spend some one on one time with you. He definitely did not mess up the map he gave you on purpose; the mapmaker must have been unusually incompetent.

Floyd Leech

“Shrimpy, come play with me. I’m boredddd. Eh? You don’t want to? It’s not like you have a choice! Up you go! Let’s run before Azul finds us!”

The second Floyd sees you, he’s ready to carry you away while Ace and Deuce yell at him to put you down. Much like Jade, he thinks you’re amusing. Along with Riddle, you’re one of the people who put him into a good mood when he spots you, just because he’s going to have a blast messing with you. Things are always fun when you’re around, so be sure to show him a good time! If anyone gets in your way, he’ll just have to give them a squeeze for bothering you. His attitude is similar to Ace: the only one allowed to mess with Shrimpy is him. No one else is allowed to!

Kalim Al-Asim

“Prefect! There you are! I want to invite you to the feast tonight! You have to come, okay? Promise! It’s gonna be so much more fun if you’re there!”

Kalim unabashedly adores you. He’s always flinging his arms around you, or nuzzling his face against yours. You’re just so fun, and cool, and cute, and he loves being around you! Jamil has a headache from how often Kalim talks about you and the latest thing you did with him today. He’s also inviting you to every party he throws; no, he’s even throwing parties so he has an excuse to hang out with you, much to Jamil’s annoyance. If you off-handedly remark that you want something, he’ll find a way to give it to you, even if it’s the most silly request in the world. Now, where can he find a rainbow flamingo...? And oh, look, his family sent him a rare jewel. Do you want it?

Jamil Viper

“Here. Take this. I made some food for Kalim, and I had some leftovers. Why? You said you liked what I made last time, right? This is just simple gratitude, nothing more.”

Jamil is surprised you even notice him when Kalim is around. His job is to lie in the shadows, but you’re always acknowledging him with a smile and a wave. And even Kalim has pointed out that Jamil smiles when he sees you, much to his embarrassment. Listen, maybe it’s sort of nice when you praise him for his cooking, or his intelligence, and maybe he even enjoys it when you play with his hair, which is something he doesn't let anyone do, except for his family. It’s just sort of soothing, and he can’t find it in him to take out your messy braids.… Okay, maybe he likes you more than he calculated, and he looks forward to seeing you at Kalim’s parties.

Vil Schoenheit

“Potato, there you are. I wanted to give you this lotion sample. A brand I’m collaborating with is releasing a new line soon.... You should really invest in a humidifier.”

How on earth did you catch the eye of Vil Schoenheit? Maybe he somewhat admires the effort you put into keeping up with a world you have no prior knowledge of, or maybe he’s seen you on Cater’s magicam so much he finds himself unknowingly smiling when he sees another picture of you. Whenever he fusses over your appearance, it’s just his way of showing concern. He thinks you have a lot of potential, and it’s not like he’s just concerned over the state of your skin; watching over you involves making sure you’re eating well and exercising enough. If you need one of his vitamin rich smoothies, don’t be afraid to ask; on second thought, maybe he’ll just give it to you, anyways.

Rook Hunt

“Trickster, what a coincidence! You look as radiant as ever today! Oh? You wonder how I found you? A hunter must keep his secrets, non?”

You really can’t tell if Rook is truly fond of you, or if he’s just this weird normally. Rook trails after you, singing your praises and calling you someone so beautiful it’s a travesty you’re not in Pomefiore. He’ll pop up at moments when you’re in a sticky situation and offer his assistance, leaving you to wonder how on earth he knew where you were. Why is it that he knows the right words to alleviate your worries, and how does he know you need fifty milligrams of powdered mandrake root for alchemy? And his habit of pressing a chaste kiss to the back of your hand is a tad embarrassing, because he does it every time he sees you.

Epel Felmier

“Meemaw sent me way too many apples. Do you want some? I can also carve them into shapes for you. …One shaped like Grim? Okay. I can try.”

Epel feels a sort of kinship with you: people are often underestimating the both of you for some shallow reason, like his looks or your nonexistent magic skills. The two of you get along extraordinarily well, and you’re one of the few people he genuinely treasures and respects at this school. With you, Epel doesn’t have to keep up the prissy façade Vil likes, and he slips into his accent easily. He’s always asking you to come to spelldive practice if you’re free, and Epel tries harder than usual if he sees you’re watching him. He also has a habit of sharing food with you, things his family sends to him-- if you care about someone, you want them to grow up healthy and strong, right?

Idia Shroud

“AIEE...! A-ah. Prefect. It’s just you... Jeez. Please speak up next time, k? If it had been anyone else I would have activated the attack drones... N-not that I have illegal attack drones on campus...”

You are one of the rare few people Idia can stand being around. Sometimes he even feels comfortable enough to talk to you in person, though he’s looking down at his feet the whole time and his hair is tinged with pink. Heck, when he’s in a particularly good mood, he’ll invite you to his room so the two of you can eat snacks and watch shows together! Honestly, you didn’t realize how much he liked you until you overheard him telling off some Ignihyde students for making fun of you behind your back. Don’t bring it up to him, though, or Idia will need a few days to recover from the embarrassment. It wasn’t that big of a deal, okay? It was just embarrassing for a bunch of talentless nobodies to laugh at you like that.

Ortho Shroud

“Prefect! Thanks you, brother has gone out approximately 2.3 more times than usual this past month! Please continue being his friend. Please continue being my friend, too!”

When you started hanging out with Idia, it was only natural you would become friends with Ortho, too. If Idia doesn’t want to go out, he’ll send Ortho to play with you to give him something to do. Ortho simply loves following you around in your daily life. He’s quick to utilize his online database to help you, whenever it’s buying tuna for Grim online when Sam is out of stock, or answering any questions about history class. And, since both Idia and Ortho are concerned over your wellbeing, Ortho has been given permission to utilize his blast beam if you’re in trouble... which has led to you holding him back from destroying the school more times than you can count...

Sebek Zigvolt

“HUMAN! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? Have you finally come to acknowledge the superiority of the fae?! …W-what? You wanted to h-hang out?! WITH ME? I SEE!”

Oh, Sebek. It took quite a bit of time for him to realize you wanted to spend time with him, and not just hear him ramble about Malleus. He’ll act like he’s granting you some big favor whenever he hangs out with you, but Lilia slyly whispers to you that Sebek was so excited waiting for you to come over that he got ready at five in the morning. Sebek is also surprisingly courteous with you; he claims it’s because you’re a weak human so he needs to be extra careful, but he’ll give you extra of your favorite food, and he’ll walk you to classes and yell if anyone bumps into you. It’s not because he likes you, okay? Seriously, it’s not!

Silver

“Ah, hello prefect. Do you need anything? …Oh, you just wanted to see me? Hm, I also enjoy your compa... zzzzzzzz...”

Spending time with Silver is like a breath of fresh air from all the usual colorful personalities you deal with. Gentle and courteous, Silver never tries to inconvenience you and often goes along with whatever you want to do. More often than not, Silver will nap on your shoulder, or even your lap if you’re okay with it. There’s something about you that makes him let his guard down. If he’s awake, then he’ll ask if you want to ride on his horse with him, or he’ll introduce you to all his little animal friends. He’s also the sort of person to open doors for you, and carry your bag without asking.

Lilia Vanrouge

“BOO! ...Kufufu, were you scared? Dry your eyes; it’s not as if I would truly let anything happen to you. Now, tell me about your day.”

Lilia’s idea of a greeting is to pop out of thin air, oftentimes upside down, just to get a reaction out of you. He’s always loved humans and their odd cultures, but he finds you particularly cute. Much like Cater, Lilia asks you to join the pop music club so you can spend more time together. Other than that, he’ll invite you to his room for some tea and biscuits because he loves hearing you talk; he could listen to you chatter for hours with a smile on his face the whole time (it’s always a gamble if the biscuits are homemade or store bought. If they’re made with his tender love and care, you better be prepared to run the nurse afterwards).

Malleus Draconia

“Child of man, why do you look so pleased? …You’re happy to see me? How amusing. I’m rather pleased to see you, as well.”

It’s an open secret that Malleus is fond of you. You’re his favorite human, and the amount of times he’s snuck out to spend time with you is ridiculous. He’s always in a good mood after he gets to talk to you, walking around with a smile so bright Leona calls it disgusting. Malleus is also the sort of person to do anything for you; if you longingly say you want to see snow, then he’s going to whip up a blizzard so intense school has to shut down for a week. Who cares about pesky details like the consequences of his actions as long as his favorite child of man is happy? At least he has time to build a snowman with you.

#liya writes #twisted wonderland #ace trappola #deuce spade #riddle rosehearts #trey clover #cater diamond #leona kingscholar #ruggie bucchi #jack howl #azul ashengrotto #jade leech #floyd leech #kalim al asim #jamil viper #vil schoenheit #rook hunt #epel felmier #idia shroud #ortho shroud #sebek zigvolt #silver #lilia vanrouge #malleus draconia #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst silver

[patchofsunlight]

Back to You | Zuko x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: Fire Lord Zuko falls in love with one of the Kyoshi Warriors sent to protect him. Thankfully, she falls in love with him too.

WORD COUNT: 5.2k I wanted it to be shorter than Pretty Eyes and succeeded... kind of

WARNINGS: okay so there’s some kissing, some swear words, some obvious mutual pining, some frustration, and that’s it. it’s pure fluff ngl

I hope you all like it! I actually had a lot of fun writing this and I think it came out pretty nice. Also requests are open! Thank you for reading and here we go.

“Hey, Fire Lord, your date is here.”

“Y/N, we’ve talked about this. You can call me Zuko, and it is a diplomatic meeting, not a date.”

“You sure? He’s wearing such nice clothes. I can do your hair real quick if you want, get you ready and cute in like five minutes.”

“No, Y/N, thank you. You can let Ambassador Gamu in.”

“Okay, okay. I’ll be just outside the door if you need me.”

“Of course.”

Zuko tried to ignore the cheeky blink the Kyoshi Warrior sent his way before leaving his office, a teasing grin adorning her painted face. When Suki told him she would bring the most experienced and talented of her warriors alongside her to protect him and serve as his guards, he definitely did not think he would have to deal with someone like Y/N.

He knew she was, for sure, a strong and intelligent fighter, being Suki’s second in command and impressively skillful with every single one of her weapons. He had watched her spar with her companions more than once and seeing Y/N fight never failed to take his breath away until his lungs were filled with only admiration and pride. However, one could call her less than professional, and her treating of the Fire Lord troubled most of the palace’s staff. And yet, to be honest, Zuko found it really hard to pretend he didn’t absolutely adore her.

Y/N felt like a breath of fresh air, like sunshine on a cloudy day, like seabreeze. He loved the way she always teased him and tried to make him laugh, loved the way she seemed to brighten up every room she walked into. Somehow she managed to bring joy to the same place he always associated with sadness and anger — every corner of the palace was happier with her around. That’s why he chose to keep her as his closest guard, even after every single one of his advisors told him time and time again to send the disrespectful Kyoshi Warrior away. Zuko knew he probably should, but he was slowly learning how to accept and cherish the things that made him feel like smiling, and Y/N was undoubtedly on that list.

He refused to admit how in love he was with her. He had convinced himself it was nothing but a crush, some sort of appreciation for her amazing fighting skills, but a small part of him knew that was not true. He had it bad for her and would kill a man to keep a smile on her face any day of the week.

“It is very good to know the Earth Kingdom is so willing to tighten its relationships with the Fire Nation, Ambassador Gamu. I hope I can assist you in every way possible to guarantee a brilliant future for all nations.”

The Earth Kingdom official smiled politely, “thank you very much, Fire Lord Zuko. Nevertheless, it is crucial you are made aware that not all our citizens are happy with the new… Arrangements between our countries. I heard you have had a similar problem here, haven’t you? I truly hope the Kyoshi Warriors have been good servants and protectors, sir.”

Zuko couldn’t help the upwards movement of his lips as he gazed at Y/N’s silhouette through the door crack. “They certainly have,” he watched her look behind her, probably feeling his stare, and grinned when she shot out her tongue at him in an amusing manner, “I am extremely grateful for having them here with me.”

-----

“Hey, Fire Lord, your date is here.”

He glanced up from his desk and furrowed his eyebrows at her, “it’s Zuko, and I don’t have any meetings scheduled for today.”

Y/N beamed and he was sure his heart did a somersault inside his chest, “I know! I was talking about me. I’m your date.”

He lightly blushed, “what?”

“Come on, Fire Lord, you’ve been working for hours on end. You need to take a break,” she scratched the back of her neck in embarrassment and thanked every spirit there was for the white paint hiding her reddened cheeks, “I thought we could take a walk around the palace, y’know? I’ll be beside you doing the whole protecting thing and you can rest a bit from the whole rebuilding the Fire Nation thing.”

Zuko hesitated, “I don’t know, Y/N. I really need to finish this,” he gestured to the awaiting letters and reports in front of him, “I can’t simply leave. I have obligations as Fire Lord and—”

“I’m aware of that,” she bit down on her lower lip teasingly and he couldn’t help but think about the inevitable gasps she would have earned if anyone else heard her interrupt him like that, “but you shouldn’t overwork yourself. Besides, I’m tired of standing around doing nothing. Please? It will be so fast no one will even notice you’re gone!”

He sighed, “Y/N…”

“Please, Zuko?”

It was probably the first time she had ever called him by his name. She knew how much he hated being called Fire Lord, only accepting it during important gatherings, assemblies or introductions, but insisted on calling him by that anyway. Zuko was absolutely sure she only did it to spite him and had to admit it was kind of endearing — he loved the small ways she found of constantly challenging him. However, he quickly learned he loved hearing her say his name a lot more.

He sat up suddenly, “five minutes.”

Y/N grinned so brightly he had to bit back his own smile, “fifteen!”

“This is not a negotiation. Five minutes and then I’ll come back to my duties as a leader.”

“Okay, okay. Ten minutes then.”

“What? No, I didn’t agree to that.”

“Oh? I’m sorry, Fire Lord. Fifteen it is.”

Zuko opened his mouth to oppose when he heard her chuckle in amusement before taking a hold of his arm and pulling him towards the gardens.

“We could feed the turtleducks, but I don’t really think that’s a good idea,” she chattered lightly, somewhat begrudgingly letting him walk arm in arm with her instead of keeping on dragging him around, “I already did that earlier today.”

He wrinkled his nose and stared at her with a silent question in his eyes, “why did you feed the turtleducks? We have people here to do that.”

“I know,” Y/N shrugged her shoulders, “but they are cute so I asked to feed them,” she threw him a smile, “I’m pretty sure they liked me.”

Zuko shook his head cheerfully and smiled back almost instantly, “Of course they did. How could they not?”

She turned her head to look at him so quickly he wondered how she didn’t get whiplash. The Kyoshi Warrior smirked, “are you flirting with me, Fire Lord?”

There was a tingling session going through his body as the color red creeped upon his neck, face and ears. Zuko wanted to say something smooth like “yes, I have been for a while, haven’t you noticed?” or “how could I not flirt with such a pretty lady like you?”, but he only managed to stutter, slightly panic, and then answer in a high-pitched voice, “what? No! What?”

Y/N lifted her free arm in surrender, trying not to laugh at his reaction, “alright, sorry for asking,” she smirked again before muttering, “I wouldn’t mind if you were, though.”

The Fire Lord’s eyes widened in surprise at her words, his tone now back to normal, “what do you mean?”

For some reason, his inquiry seemed to make her self-conscious of their conversation topic. Zuko wished for nothing more than to punch himself in the face. “It’s nothing. I was just joking.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“Okay.”

“Great. Look, it’s been five minutes already!” she stared at her wrist so confidently he almost didn’t notice the lack of anything to actually check the time there. “You must go back to your Fire Lord things, right, Fire Lord?”

“We can still go see the turtleducks if you want?”

“Don’t worry! We can do that another time, when you’re not busy.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I am. Hey, that’s Suki! I need to talk to her! Bye!”

“What? Y/N—”

“Bye, Fire Lord!”

Y/N was going absolutely crazy. When Suki first brought her to the Fire Nation to protect the so-called revolutionary and strong new Fire Lord, she had been skeptical. After all her years training and helping people around the nations with the rest of the Kyoshi Warriors, she couldn’t care less about the damn Fire Lord — she had spent a long time locked up after Azula and her stupid gang captured them and no new or old Fire Lord had come to their rescue. In conclusion, the bitch could catch on fire himself and be an On-Fire Lord for all she cared (she had spent too long thinking about that joke but that definitely did not matter), even though Suki had told her she knew the guy and that he was a great person or whatever.

Now she was biting her own tongue and trying to keep from flirting with him. In her defense, though, Zuko was a thousand times more good-looking and a billion times nicer than she expected him to be. She couldn’t help but always look for ways to make him smile, loving all his little quirks and habits, and suddenly found herself by his side a lot more than she needed to. She constantly acted as a personal guard, waiting outside his door during private meetings and accompanying him on walks, assemblies and gatherings in a somewhat intimate manner. She didn’t need to be right beside him the whole time — she could protect him from afar and maintain her distance like the other Kyoshi Warriors had chosen to, but Y/N simply didn’t want that. The stupid feelings she was slowly building towards the Fire Lord were dangerous at worst and annoying at best, constantly distracting her from her duties and responsibilities as Suki’s second in command.

It was infuriating, since love and relationships had never been really the type of stuff Y/N liked to partake in. She was good at fighting and giving witty responses and making jokes, but not at liking someone. Specially not liking Fire Lord Zuko, who was one of the most powerful people in the world and would certainly end up marrying some rich Fire Nation girl to guarantee a great and honorable successor to the throne or something like that.

When she finally went back to her individual palace room after a long day of trying not to embarrass herself in front of Zuko anymore and just all-around avoiding talking with him, she sat down before the mirror and started to take her facepaint off. That part of her routine, alongside putting on the paint in the mornings, had always felt like a ritual of sorts, calming her down and enabling her to let go of any unimportant worries. 

Y/N let out a tired sigh, stared at her bare face and grinned. She might have fallen in love with the Fire Lord, but at least living in the palace allowed her to sneak into the kitchens in the middle of the night and steal some fruit tarts. She got up from her spot in front of the mirror and exited the room as quietly as possible, strongly believing that eating something would take her mind off the Fire Lord and his beautiful golden eyes. 

-----

After another full hour of fruitlessly waiting for sleep, Zuko decided to put on an old cloak and walk around his palace. Pacing had always made wonders for helping him collect his thoughts and calm down from whatever it was that troubled him that day. It was not the first time he took on that habit and it would not be the last.

He honestly didn’t notice the person creeping up on him until he was pinned to a wall, an arm to his throat not pressing hard enough to hurt him, but enough to quicken his heartbeat. Zuko stared at the one responsible for the assault with confusion shining in his eyes, unable to recognize her without her greasepaint until she blinked and stepped back.

“Fire Lord?”

He widened his eyes, “Y/N? What are you doing here?”

“I was headed for the kitchens. What are you doing here? Did something happen?”

“No. I just couldn’t sleep.”

“I see,” she nodded and yawned, averting her eyes from him, “you shouldn’t be out and about without a guard, tho. You know that.”

“I’m pretty capable of protecting myself, Y/N.”

“Yeah, yeah. Sure.”

He crossed his arms in defense, “what is that supposed to mean?”

“Do you want to go grab some snacks with me?”

“I—” he stared at her, for the first time seeing her blush under his gaze, “okay.”

“Great! Let’s go, Fire Lord.”

Zuko stayed quiet while they walked through the palace. He watched Y/N greet every single night servant they met on their way, earning big smiles and excited waves. For some reason, knowing how loved she was by his workers made his heart swell with pride. She would make an excellent Fire Queen someday. Or Fire Lady. Was there an official name for the Fire Lord’s wife? He couldn’t remember.

Zuko felt all the blood in his body drop to his feet when he noticed where his thoughts had wandered to. He shouldn’t think about Y/N as his wife — she was merely a protector, the help. He was not in love with her and therefore should not deliberate such things, not even by accident.

But he had never seen her bare faced before and he couldn’t help but take note of how alluring she was. He had always considered her pretty, but now he could really see her and she was so much more than just pretty.

“Come on, Fire Lord. I’m sure they have fruit tarts.”

He smiled as she sneaked inside the door to the kitchens, following soon after. In a matter of minutes they were sat before each other on the ground, sharing a bunch of fruit tarts Y/N had found hidden inside one of the cabinets. There was a comfortable silence surrounding them and Zuko appreciated how easy it was to be near her, without expectations or curious looks. Whenever he was next to the Kyoshi Warrior, he came close to forgetting his titles and obligations, satisfied with being simply who he was.

It felt nice.

“You look good with your hair down,” she announced suddenly, unaware of the thoughtful look on his face, “I like it.”

He felt his cheeks burn, “thank you, Y/N,” the young Fire Lord inhaled deeply to gather the courage necessary to express the response that came to mind, “you look good all the time.”

She stilled her movements with a fruit tart inches from her mouth, eyes blinking in surprise. After a tense moment, she grinned and lowered her arm, “do you really think so or are you just being nice?”

“I mean it, Y/N. You are… You are absolutely beautiful.”

The pair studied each other for a few instants, eyes sparkling with a breathtaking feeling both easily recognized but were not ready just yet to deal with. Y/N beamed at him, her face pink at the compliment. Zuko could feel his heart twist and turn inside his chest, butterflies flying in his stomach. “Why, thank you, Fire Lord. For the record, I have found you beautiful since I first saw you. I was expecting some rude and cranky old guy and there you were, with your pretty eyes and nervous smile. It was pleasant in a very surprising way.”

The Fire Lord was pretty sure she could hear his heartbeat as she leaned in almost subconsciously, her smile brightening up every small spot his eyes could see of the dark kitchen. 

He was, indeed, very much in love with her, and there was no use in denying it, not while she averted her gaze to his lips and seemed to get closer and closer until their noses touched. Zuko’s breath hitched inside his throat as her lips ghosted his, eyes fluttering close before a loud bang sent them jumping in opposite directions, searching the source of the noise.

“Y/N? Is that you?”

The Kyoshi Warrior scratched her neck shyly, adamantly avoiding Zuko’s stare, “yes, Izum. How are you?”

The servant walked up to her with crossed arms, “I told you to stop invading the kitchens at night! You’re gonna put an end to our fruit tart stock, young lady.”

The Fire Lord watched the interaction curiously. Y/N and Izum smirked at each other as if they were old friends. “Well, if you don’t want me to steal your fruit tarts, you should maybe stop making the best fruit tarts in the entire universe.”

“Flattery won’t get you anywhere, honey.”

“You sure?”

“Yes! Fire Lord Zuko will be alerted about this.”

“I think he might already know.”

The young man seemed to finally notice Zuko’s presence, widening his eyes in surprise and bowing respectfully, “I’m so sorry, sir. I didn’t see you there, it’s too dark and—”

“It’s fine, Izum, don’t worry. We’ll be off your kitchens in a second. Right, Y/N?”

“Of course,” she brushed the dust off her pants and walked to stand beside the Fire Lord, ignoring her friend’s raised brows, “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“You will,” Izum looked from her to Zuko and then back to her, a teasing smile on his face when he greeted them goodbye, “good night, Y/N. Good night, Fire Lord Zuko.”

“How do you know him?” the Fire Lord asked after they left the kitchen, some sort of discomfort growing inside him at the way the Kyoshi Warrior had interacted with the servant.

“Oh, Izum is a good friend. He regrets deeply telling me where they keep the fruit tarts, but it’s too late now. We met during my first week here.”

“I see.”

“Let me take you back to your room, Fire Lord. It is already very late.”

Despite his unacknowledged jealousy, he wasn’t fast enough to bit back his smirk, “shouldn’t I be the one leading you to your room?”

“I am the guard, Zuko. I am the one taking care of you, not the other way around.”

He chuckled, “right.”

“I can put you to bed if you want, I used to do that to my younger sibling sometimes.”

“Shut up, Y/N.”

She threw her had back in laughter and he grinned.

They didn’t ever talk about what happened (or more accurately didn’t happen) during that dark night in the kitchens. Zuko was progressively busier with meetings and peace treaties, slowly putting the Fire Nation back in good rails. Y/N would routinely force him to take a break every once in a while, be it by leading him outside his office or taking his attention away from work and starting conversation.

Spirits, he was so in love with her.

It was during one of those breaks that one of her fellow Kyoshi Warriors knocked on his workroom’s door and entered with a nervous look on her face, nodding at him in respect before turning her attention to her friend, “Y/N?”

The young warrior smiled, “hey, Naya. Is everything alright?”

“Suki wants to speak with you. Privately.”

Y/N’s expression was instantly filled with worry and concentration. She gripped her katana tightly, walking towards the girl, “I want three warriors guarding the Fire Lord at all times, we are not taking chances regarding his safety. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Y/N.”

“Good,” she turned to Zuko, her stone-cold face easing momentarily. She marched up to him with conviction before planting a kiss on his cheek that made his body burn with surprise and happiness. “Be careful, Fire Lord. I’ll be back soon, okay?”

“I—I… I mean… I’m—” he kept on stuttering, unable to form an entire sentence with his feelings all over the place, “You… I—”

She smirked, walking away backwards, “see you, Zuko.”

Naya looked at him with a cheeky smile after Y/N left the room, crossing her arms and staring in a teasing manner. Zuko was still rooted into place, widened eyes and reddened cheeks watching the now closed door. “Are you alright, Fire Lord Zuko?”

“I—yeah. I am. Yes,” his tone was definitely not as certain as he wanted it to be, “of course.”

The girl giggled, “sure.”

The Fire Lord would only see his favorite guard again on the following day. She came to visit him in his office and had a gravity to her eyes that he was unfamiliar with, lips pressed together in determination.

“What happened?” he immediately asked, the letter he was working on quickly forgotten. “Are you okay?”

“There have been attacks to the warriors in Kyoshi Island,” she declared, “not everyone is happy with our new arrangements. People think Earth Kingdom fighters shouldn’t be helping the Fire Nation in any way.”

“Oh,” he managed to answer, anxiety building up inside him at her hardened expression. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault, Zuko,” she looked away from him, “but we can’t leave our companions to fend for themselves.”

He could feel his heartbeat pick up, “I see.”

“Suki is sending me back to Kyoshi Island,” Y/N confessed, a hint of sadness to her tone, “I’m her second in command and I should be there to help our warriors through this.”

A heavy silence fell upon the room, tension sparkling between the couple. He knew what that piece of information meant, knew what it would cause.

“You’re leaving.”

She softened almost instantly, taking a step closer to him and then hesitating, “no!” he stared and she sighed, “I mean, yes, but I’ll return when it’s over,” she looked at him with some sort of desperation, eagerly searching for something she couldn’t find, “when everything’s done and dealt with, I’ll return.”

Zuko nodded, a disheartening sting running through his chest, “I understand. Leaving is your duty as a leader.”

“I’m not leaving, Zuko,” another step, “I’ll come back. I’ll—” she hesitated, taking a final step towards him and reaching for his hand uncertainly, “I’ll come back to the Fire Nation,” she interlaced their fingers carefully, “I’ll come back to you.”

It was his turn to step closer, bringing his free hand up to her face and sighing when she leaned onto it, hopeful eyes shining at him. When he finally spoke, his voice was a whisper, “will you?”

She chuckled sadly, moving to rest her forehead on his, staining his face with the white paint and rubbing circles alongside the back of his hand with her thumb, “I will. You are not getting rid of me this easily, Fire Lord.”

“Good. I didn’t want to.”

She smiled. On that exact moment, Suki opened the door and studied the scene before her with a bittersweet gaze, “Y/N, it’s time to go.”

His chest clenched in pain and distress, glancing from Suki to Y/N with anguish, “you are going now?”

The Kyoshi Warrior distanced herself from him and Zuko could’ve sworn he felt physical pain at the space between them, “I’ll come back, Zuko. I promise.”

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It was like he had a constant sunshine right beside him and now it was gone. He was pretty sure every single person in the palace had noticed the liking he had taken to moping around and staring sadly at the turtleducks, missing the one he had come to love. He thought his feelings for her would subside after her departure, but, oh dear, was he wrong. The deep ache that settled in his chest was enough to constantly remind him of how much he liked her, how much he missed her. Not having her around hurt so much that it became inconvenient, making it difficult to work and complete his responsibilities when he was constantly thinking about her safety and about what could have been if she had stayed just a little longer. Zuko thought they had finally reached the start of something new but she wasn’t here anymore and he would have to wait to find out.

Suki tried to report to him what was going on at Kyoshi Island whenever she could. Y/N was working hard to calm down the conflicts while at the same time training the new and old Kyoshi Warriors as well as possible. Suki told him it would take a while until things were okay enough for Y/N to return to the Fire Nation, but it would happen eventually.

He was so desperately in love it was embarrassing. He craved her presence, her voice, her laugh, her touch. He wondered if she felt the same and concluded that no, probably not. To be honest, however, he would accept anything coming from her, even some second-hand love. He would still be happy if she decided to settle for him after being made aware of his feelings.

The Fire Lord was adamant on telling her everything he felt when she came back — and she would come back, she had promised —, because being away from Y/N made him realize how much happier he was with her and he refused to let her leave again without knowing that he just absolutely adored her.

Meanwhile, Y/N felt incredibly overwhelmed. Between helping train the Kyoshi Warriors and trying to solve any misunderstanding with the Earth Kingdom citizens in a diplomatic way, she found it hard to breathe. It was somehow good, to be honest, because it didn’t leave her with much time to think about him. And, Spirits, did she think about him when she could. She was extremely excited to finally go back to the Fire Nation and just be by his side again.

There was a part of her that worried. Even though they had had multiple moments when she truly believed he felt the same, they never really spoke about it. Zuko didn’t seem the best at communication, and Y/N generally chose to joke around and tease instead of actually voicing her emotions. 

“Miss Y/N, you must understand—”

“No, Mung, you and your so-called rebels are the ones who are not understanding. Fire Lord Zuko is trying to rebuild and strengthen the ties with Earth Kingdom in a healthy way for both nations—”

“But Miss Y/N—”

“—and the Kyoshi Warriors are collaborating with that by being a part of the official guard. How, for Spirits’ sake, is you attacking my warriors a good way of achieving anything you might want to achieve?”

The man swallowed harshly while he fidgeted. Y/N had worked hard to get a meeting with the rebels on Kyoshi Island, but was pleasantly surprised to notice how unorganized they were. “The Kyoshi Warriors shouldn’t collaborate with the Fire Nation, Miss Y/N,” a young man guarding the rebel leader’s door interrupted their staring contest, “the Fire Nation has done nothing but cause destruction and suffering. We won’t have our beloved warriors being corrupted by such a horrible mindset as the Fire Nation’s.”

“I appreciate your concern, but Zuko,” she cleared her throat in embarrassment at the verbal slip, “Fire Lord Zuko is different. He cares about people and he seeks redemption for Fire Nation’s wrongdoings. Having a good relationship with him is a great deal for the Earth Kingdom, believe me.”

The two men exchanged a look before returning their gaze to her. She tried to bit back a smile when she noticed the meaningful expression on their faces, signalizing she might finally be able to go home.

She tensed at the thought. Was that what Fire Nation was now? Home? 

Or was she ready to admit the real home she had been thinking of was a certain Fire Lord all along?

-----

It was a hot day in the Fire Nation and Zuko was busy with his daily amount of sulking and missing his favorite girl when he heard a commotion going on somewhere near him. He confusedly followed the sound, finding the Kyoshi Warriors gathered around and talking loudly. The Fire Lord furrowed his brows.

“Is everything okay?” his voice quieted them down and he watched while the young fighters exchanged knowing looks. “Did something happen?”

“Yeah, Fire Lord, it did,” his heartbeat picked up immediately and he turned towards the voice he had fallen in love with, finding her dazzling smile. Y/N crossed her arms in a teasing manner, “told you I’d come back.”

Zuko stared at her while the other warriors scrambled towards somewhere else, aiming to leave the couple alone. He smirked, “you did tell me.”

She walked closer to him until they were chest to chest, and he wondered if she could feel his jumping heart against her, “I think I even made a promise.”

“You surely did.”

Y/N grinned, “well, then I guess—”

“I’m in love with you.”

This was not in his plans. He meant to say a lot of things about how he slowly fell for her during the months they spent together, but Zuko simply couldn’t help from blurting a confession out like a dumbass. He had craved being around her so much during these weeks apart and now she was finally there, just within reach. He couldn’t take any more dancing around each other.

She beamed, “that surely makes this less awkward.”

“Wait, what?”

Before he could wrap his head around her words, Y/N took a hold of his collar and pulled him to her, gazing at his lips as their noses touched, just like weeks ago in the kitchens. She smiled softly, eyes fluttering close, “I’m in love with you too, Fire Lord.”

“Oh, thank the fucking Spirits.”

The Kyoshi Warrior laughed against his mouth, sending a tingling sensation down his back. His hands held onto her waist, extinguishing any space between them before he kissed her deeply, relief and happiness flooding his senses all at once. His own personal sunshine was finally next to him again and he revelled from the pure warmth she provided, chasing all insecurities and fears away until only his love remained.

“I missed you,” he mumbled on her lips, so intoxicated by her presence he could have forgotten how to breathe.

He could literally feel her smile between kisses, “I missed you too, Zuko,” she moved slightly away so to be able to stare at his eyes, “but don’t you worry, Fire Lord. I’ll always come back to you.”

Zuko chuckled, “you’re so cheesy.”

“You love it. Can I be even cheesier?”

“Go ahead, pretty girl.”

“Hey, Fire Lord, your new permanent date is here, and she’s not leaving.”

“That was horrible, Y/N. But good to know.”

He attached his lips to hers again and, for the first time, Zuko didn’t have a single worry for the future or for his fate. For better or for worse, he had his favorite guard by his side, and that was enough.

ATLA taglist: @bottledcostcowater​ @officiallydarkgeek (for some reason I can’t tag you I’m sorry??) and @beifongsss​ and @azucanela​ I know you didn’t ask to be tagged but you didn’t seem to mind last time so here I am again?? if you don’t want to be tagged anymore just lmk!!

I hope you liked it!!

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[star1117-archives]

𝐀𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳 𝐚𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬

➵ Genre : Crack

➵ W.C : 939

➵ Warnings : N/A

➵ © 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝟏𝟏𝟏𝟕-𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬. Do not steal, plagiarise, translate, repost or use my work in any way, shape or form.

𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐰𝐚

Baby:

Drama queen

But is that weird ass toddler who likes tidying up

Very protective over everyone

Lowkey depressed from 2yrs old

Child:

Golden child

Helped the teacher tidy up

Ate all the leftover snacks as he tidies

Advises others on how to keep their rooms tidy

“Put the teddies at the top and the cars at the bottom so the teddies don’t get dirty!”

Teenager:

Fuckboy face

Fuckboy body

Cutest ray of sunshine

Because he was more reserved as a kid, takes his time to enjoy the simple things

Literally blows bubbles while his friends are talking about going to clubs

But also fusses and babies them all the time

𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠

Baby:

Model child

Likes to watch yt, especially mvs

Just sits there and babbles and laughs at the tv as the music plays

Could literally leave him next to a knife and he wouldn’t do nothing

Again, golden child

Child:

Always looking out for his friends, siblings and even his parents

”Excuse me sir? You can’t look at my mommy, or my daddy will kill you.”

The most helpful child ever

But can be real fuckin annoying when he’s singing at 3am.

Teenager:

Worked 3 jobs as soon as he could to buy sound equipment

Locks himself away all day making beats

Only stops for coffee and instant noodles which he eats raw because “genius takes time that he doesn’t have at this moment”

Does no studying but somehow gets the top marks

𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨

Baby:

Cheeks, cheeks, cheeks!

Did i mention cheeks?

Laughing all the time

Loves when people touch his cheeks/squeeze them

Literal ray of sunshine

Child:

Always happy for no reason

Would take a bullet to wipe the bright smile off his face

Everyone adores him

Gets away with literally every. fucking. thing.

Lowkey deserves the world tho

Teenager:

Yes he’s an angel, yes he’s a hoe, yes they exist

The kinda guy to twerk at a school dance

Probably onto mingi or smth

Never does the work but gets good grades????

“Okay but like, be truthful. is my ass phat, thicc or a pancake?” *to some poor random stranger*

𝐘𝐞𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠

Baby:

Quiet and calm

Literally never cries only when he needs to

A sweet angel who likes to play with people’s hands

His smile brightens the room

Child:

Quiet little savage king

Literally never talks unless spoken to

Tomato cheeks and staring at his shoes when forced to talk

Completely different story when he gets home, could literally kill a mf

Even at his tiny age

Teenager:

Still the quiet kid

But is known for putting any bitches in their place

Meaning mostly Jung Wooyoung

Threatens Woo 24/7 but is also super depressed when his bff don’t come into school

“Hey dickhead! At least call me next time you ain’t coming, i was fucking worried.”

𝐒𝐚𝐧

Baby:

Modelled as a baby

Everyone’s whipped for his dimples

Spoilt brat tho

Needs a strict routine or can’t do anything

Child:

Gets away with literally everything

Bundle of fluff who drags his teddy everywhere

Feeds Shiber his vegetables at dinner through a hole made in his neck

Give him candy and prepare for war

Demon wrapped in gold and puppies

Teenager:

Oh god

Super popular class clown, forever violating people unprovoked

“You’re acting like i’m not better than you in every way possible”

Could be studious if he acc tried but he cba

Somehow manages to get decent marks with no studying

Always throwing shit at people

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢

Baby:

He’s so fucking cute but he’s so fucking skinny and long

Nicknamed giraffe

Probably licked food off the floor

Or tried to eat a charger (me)

Child:

Has an accident slip every day

”Mingi fell over and cut his knee, cold compress applied” (also me)

All the boys in his year jumped on him for no fucking reason (…yeah me too)

So bloody snotty, always carries around tissues

Teenager:

Awkward giant

Would be pretty good at sports if he didn’t fall on his face in every game

Has bruises all over him from falling so much

Loud af and always gets detentions for laughing too loud at jokes

Eating snacks at the back of the classroom 25/9

𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠

Baby:

Super cute and he knows it

So fucking whiny

Literally needs to be spoiled

It takes three bottles, 183 changes in sleeping position and a sacrifice to satan to get him to sleep

Child:

Super sassy and always making the grown ups laugh

Gets into fights with older kids because of his mouth

Everyone either loves him or hates him

“Respect the drip Karen” *to his teacher*

Teenager:

Lowkey needs to be slapped

Flirts with everyone

Literally everyone thinks him and his bestie are in a relationship but they’re not

“It’s totally normal to sit on his lap, why does it mean we’re dating?”

Doesn’t learn shit and is always getting detentions

𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨

Baby:

Tries to fight everyone

Bit a kid and made them bleed

Is really cute when he’s not a complete demon

Growls and headbutts to show affection (my brother deadass)

Child:

Super strong for no bloody reason

Sporty kid who gets all the girls cause he can run the fastest

constantly trying to show his strength off

“I bet i can pick you up! Watch, i’m gonna pick you up!”

So talented in sports it’s fucking annoying

Teenager:

Underrated class clown

But also loses his shit when someone cuts his favourite teachers off.

He literally never listens in lessons but will shut anyone down in maths cause he likes the teacher

#the archives ☾❃☽ #seonghwa {❀} #hongjoong {❁} #yunho {✯} #yeosang {᪥} #san {✾} #mingi {✵} #wooyoung {❀} #jongho {❋} #ot8 {♫} #ateez as {➵} #fluff {♡} #seonghwa #hongjoong #yunho #yeosang #san #mingi #wooyoung #jongho #ateez #ateez fluff #ateez as

[yungisstar1117-writes]

ATEEZ As Kids

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I’d like to make it clear this is fiction. This is not a realistic/fact-based representation of the guys it’s just my opinion.

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None!

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Seonghwa:

Baby:

Drama queen

But is that weird ass toddler who likes tidying up

Very protective over everyone

Lowkey depressed from 2yrs old

Child:

Golden child

Helped the teacher tidy up

Ate all the leftover snacks as he tidies

Advises others on how to keep their rooms tidy

“Put the teddies at the top and the cars at the bottom so the teddies don’t get dirty!”

Teenager:

Fuckboy face

Fuckboy body

Cutest ray of sunshine

Because he was more reserved as a kid, takes his time to enjoy the simple things

Literally blows bubbles while his friends are talking about going to clubs

But also fusses and babies them all the time

Hongjoong:

Baby:

Model child

Likes to watch yt, especially mvs

Just sits there and babbles and laughs at the tv as the music plays

Could literally leave him next to a knife and he wouldn’t do nothing

Again, golden child

Child:

Always looking out for his friends, siblings and even his parents

”Excuse me sir? You can’t look at my mommy, or my daddy will kill you.”

The most helpful child ever

But can be real fuckin annoying when he’s singing at 3am.

Teenager:

Worked 3 jobs as soon as he could to buy sound equipment

Locks himself away all day making beats

Only stops for coffee and instant noodles which he eats raw because “genius takes time that he doesn’t have at this moment”

Does no studying but somehow gets the top marks

Yunho:

Baby:

Cheeks, cheeks, cheeks!

Did i mention cheeks?

Laughing all the time

Loves when people touch his cheeks/squeeze them

Literal ray of sunshine

Child:

ALWAYS happy for NO REASON

Would take a bullet to wipe the bright smile off his face

Everyone A D O R E S him

Gets away with literally every. fucking. thing.

Lowkey deserves the world tho

Teenager: 

Yes he’s an angel, yes he’s a hoe, yes they exist

The kinda guy to twerk at a school dance

Probably onto mingi or smth

Never does the work but gets good grades????

“Okay but like, be truthful. is my ass phat, thicc or a pancake?” *to some poor random stranger*

Yeosang:

Baby:

Quiet and calm

Literally never cries only when he needs to

A sweet angel who likes to play with people’s hands

His smile brightens the room

Child:

Quiet little savage king

Literally never talks unless spoken to

Tomato cheeks and staring at his shoes when forced to talk

Completely different story when he gets home, could literally kill a mf

Even at his tiny age

Teenager:

Still the quiet kid

But is known for putting any bitches in their place

Meaning mostly Jung Wooyoung

Threatens Woo 24/7 but is also super depressed when his bff don’t come into school

“Hey dickhead! At least call me next time you ain’t coming, i was fucking worried.”

San:

Baby:

 Modelled as a baby

Everyone’s whipped for his dimples

Spoilt brat tho

Needs a strict routine or can’t do anything

Child:

Gets away with literally E V E R Y T H I N G

Bundle of fluff who drags his teddy everywhere

Feeds Shiber his vegetables at dinner through a hole made in his neck

Give him candy and prepare for W A R

Demon wrapped in gold and puppies

Teenager:

Oh god

Super popular class clown, forever violating people unprovoked

“You’re acting like i’m not better than you in every way possible”

Could be studious if he acc tried but he cba

Somehow manages to get decent marks with no studying

Always throwing shit at people

Mingi:

Baby:

He’s so fucking cute but he’s so fucking skinny and L O N G

Nicknamed giraffe

Probably licked food off the floor

Or tried to eat a charger (me)

Child:

Has an accident slip every day

”Mingi fell over and cut his knee, cold compress applied” (also me

)All the boys in his year jumped on him for no fucking reason (...yeah me too)

So bloody snotty, always carries around tissues

Teenager:

Awkward giant

Would be pretty good at sports if he didn’t fall on his face in every game

Has bruises all over him from falling so much

Loud af and always gets detentions for laughing too loud at jokes

Eating snacks at the back of the classroom 25/9

Wooyoung:

Baby:

Super cute and he knows it

So fucking whiny

Literally needs to be spoiled

It takes three bottles, 183 changes in sleeping position and a sacrifice to satan to get him to sleep

Child:

Super sassy and always making the grown ups laugh

Gets into fights with older kids because of his mouth

Everyone either loves him or hates him

“Respect the drip Karen” *to his teacher*

Teenager:

Lowkey needs to be slapped

Flirts with everyone

Literally everyone thinks him and his BFF are in a relationship but they’re N O T

“It’s totally normal to sit on his lap, why does it mean we’re dating?”

Doesn’t learn shit and is always getting detentions

Jongho:

Baby:

Tries to fight everyone

Bit a kid and made them bleed

Is really cute when he’s not a complete demon

Growls and headbutts to show affection (my brother deadass)

Child:

Super strong for no bloody reason

Sporty kid who gets all the girls cause he can run the fastest

CONSTANTLY trying to show his strength off

“I bet i can pick you up! Watch, i’m gonna pick you up!”

So talented in sports it’s fucking annoying

Teenager:

Underrated class clown

But also loses his shit when someone cuts his favourite teachers off

“Let Miss finish! What were you saying Miss?”

Like, he literally never listens in lessons but will shut anyone down in maths cause he likes the teacher

© 𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝟏𝟏𝟏𝟕-𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬. 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝.

#ateez reactions #ateez fluff #ateez headcanons #ateez crack #star's library {📚} #Ateez hongjoong #hongjoong ateez #ateez seonghwa #seonghwa ateez #ateez yunho #yunho ateez #ateez yeosang #yeosang ateez #ateez san #san ateez #ateez mingi #mingi ateez #ateez wooyoung #wooyoung ateez #ateez jongho #jongho ateez #kim hongjoong #hongjoong #hongjoong fluff #Seonghwa #park seonghwa #seonghwa fluff #jung yunho #Yunho #yunho fluff

[charming-2d-boys]

Heyo bomi! Can you do a part two of chrollo's s/o who is sweet and energetic, please?

Hello! 😄

Of course and thank you for requesting for my bub! 😍

I hope you'll enjoy this! 🙇

And here is the post for context.

A/N: Thank you for explaining, anon! 🙇 Also, this is so long! But I just can’t help it when it comes to Chrollo! 🥺😭

so, like I said before, Chrollo and the Troupe love you

ever since he’s introduced you to them, it’s been settled that you’d try your best to befriend them and take care of them

just know that they aren’t protecting you and being nice just because you’re Chrollo’s

it’s also because they want to do it

so for whoever decides to mess with you in any way?

not even God could help them

they honestly see you as either an older sibling or even their parent

doesn’t matter if you’re younger than some of them

you’re the boss’ partner and you’re mature, caring and affectionate

to them!

no one’s ever done something like that for them out of kindness and without being part of the Troupe

but you just seem to know how to treat and attract all of them to you

Pakunoda used to be the one who everyone sort of saw as their caretaker and mother/older sister figure, especially before you appeared

she’s caring and knows how to cook and talk with all of them and make them open up

but she herself feels like she’s lacking sometimes - having no actual experience or much love given

you’re quick to reassure her that’s not the case and that you’re glad to help her cook and take care of the others

by the way, they love whenever you bring them something to eat, especially if it’s homemade

and you often invite them to your place to hangout whenever they feel like it

it’s a little bit of a tight fit, but it’s fun having such a rowdy, loud and happy bunch in your house

don’t even get me started on how happy they feel whenever you’re willing to lend an ear or talk with them about something they’re passionate about or like

not all of them are so… open about themselves or their troubles

but just knowing that you’re there makes them feel better

and when you help them with something or want to learn something from them?

they’re all over the moon

they especially liked when you asked them to teach you how to defend yourself better

you definitely learnt something from everyone

or when you asked Machi to teach you how to take care of wounds so that you could help her or do it when she was unavailable

getting hurt isn’t really all that pleasant of a thing

but it’s worth getting a scrape or cut here and there when you’re so gentle taking care of them

imagine the scene of the dwarves leaving and Snow White kissing their foreheads, only for Dopey to always come back again

they all do that, only that with light wounds

they don’t want to worry you too much

but you worry and scold them when they leave or do something reckless anyway

yes, it annoys some of them sometimes, but none have the heart to tell you anything

they know you only do it because you care

now, Chrollo sees all of this, of course

he’s your boyfriend – he knows firsthand how you are and knows that that’s just how you are

it really makes him happy to have someone like you as his partner

and to know that you care so much about his “family” and him honestly makes the butterflies in his stomach flutter around more often than not

he always finds himself smiling when he sees you being friendly with the Spiders and them responding positively

finds it fascinating how you’re able to get them to open up like that to you

they aren’t really the nicest people on this planet, but you manage to get along with all of them

you pretty much brighten the room when you visit them with him

Chrollo always wonders how you’re so bright, happy, full of energy and kind

and how you ended up with someone like him

he’s thankful to have you in his life and make everything better

he just loves when he finally gets to come to you and spend time with you

he’s pretty much stuck to you like glue and always has an arm around you or a hand caressing your skin

it always makes him feel like he’s where he belongs

which makes leaving you for missions/heists all the more painful

it always amuses Chrollo when you tell him and the others to be safe

before pulling him aside and telling him to come back to you, pecking his lips affectionately as you play with the fur on the collar of his coat

he honestly feels a pang in his heart knowing you’re going to be alone and he won’t get to see you for a while, no matter how short it is

but he always promises to come back to you and take you on a date to make up for it

and when he finally does, he's waiting for you, with open arms, to jump into them

which you do

and he always catches you

laughs every time you kiss his face multiple times because it’s cute and ticklish, but so damn worth it

and he does it back to you, only to hear your giggles

Chrollo loves being the reason behind your smiles and laughter

whether that’s because of what he says, does or gets for you

your house is full of things Chrollo personally picked from whenever he’s been gone – things he knows you’ll love or you needed

imagine how fast his heart beats or how much he blushes – yes, he does – when you tell him that you mostly want him and his time instead

that’s a K.O. right there

but what can I say?

he’s more than proud to call you his

you’re the best he’s ever gotten - better than any treasure he’s stolen

and he loves spoiling you and being around you as much as he can

loving and being loved back

Chrollo’s pretty much addicted to the feeling

you always sort of… feed off of each other’s energy and affection whenever you’re together

but you’re also the couple – always appearing totally in love, smiling and just being in your own little world

it’s a little bit sickening to those who are jealous that they don’t have what you do

but who cares about that when you have each other, right?

in the end, you are the ray of sunshine – the epitome of good in the world, if you want – for the Phantom Troupe

#hxh #hunter x hunter #hunter x hunter x reader #hunter x reader #chrollo #chrollo lucilfer #chrollo x reader #chrollo lucilfer x reader #hxh chrollo #hxh writing

[5hadow-alpha]

A Rambly New Year’s Message for the Thunderfam

So it’s almost a new year, and that means taking a bit of time to look back on the last twelve months and everything that has happened. Admittedly 2020 has been, to put it bluntly, awful. But there is one thing that has made it bearable.

You guys. The Thunderfam.

I’ve been on Tumblr for about five months now, and like every newbie I’ve seen on here, have been welcomed with open arms into an incredible family of people I am so, so proud to be a part of. It’s almost contradictory to feel so close to a group of people I have never even met.

I’ve always been wary of social media, and the few apps I do have are used for messaging friends - I don’t post or react to anything. Yet somehow you guys have given me the confidence to put up drawings and even a story, and like and reblog and comment and still feel safe. Occasionally it’s still hard to pluck up the courage to interact, and sometimes I can’t comment because I’m so amazed by what I’ve seen someone create that I can’t find any words that would justify it, so a like or a reblog has to do. I’ve gone from laughing until my stomach hurts, to literally sitting on the edge of my seat, to crying my eyes out a couple of minutes later, all because of the incredible talent I see on my feed every day.

I’ve also lurked in the shadows of a few fandoms over the years, and have watched them slowly die once the shows have ended. It’s heart-breaking to see, but even though TAG is over (for now! We can always hope) we’re still thriving. My biggest regret is not discovering Tumblr five years ago because I would have loved to watch this fandom grow and blossom into what it is today.

I wish there was some way to let everyone who worked on the show, or even any part of the Thunderbirds franchise, to see what an amazing community of people we’ve built here. Because then they would be able to see what an incredible thing they’ve done by bringing us all together. You lot are a fantastic group of people who just personify everything that International Rescue and the Thunderbirds stand for. You’re there to catch people when they’re falling and put them back on their feet, and there’s so much kindness and love here that is almost impossible to find out there in the big wide world.

To quote a certain dark-haired pilot we all know and love, “when you send out an SOS, you deserve to know there’s someone out there. Listening.”

That is completely and totally you guys.

I’ve seen the SOS posts on my feed and I’ve felt awful because I haven’t been able to do much for you aside from a fairly feeble attempt at support in the form of a few words. I don’t have any screenshots and there aren’t enough hours in the day to draw or write something for you even though each and every one of you completely deserve it.

I’ve been there, I’ve struggled. This year has hit us all hard, and we’ve all dealt with our challenges. I’ve been struggling through a sudden loss in November that really knocked me off my feet after everything else that has gone wrong this year. I’m slowly getting back up now, but you guys need to know that is was the people on here that gave me a lifeline when I needed it most, and you didn’t even have to try.

And for the people out there still struggling, believe me when I say it won’t last forever. I can’t promise 2021 will be magically perfect, but we’re slowly but surely getting there. It might take while, but things will get easier. And if you ever want to talk, I’m only a message away. One of my favourite quotes has always been ‘things will be okay in the end. If it’s not okay it’s not the end.’ So keep going, you’ll make it to where you want to be!

Do you guys realise how amazing you all are? I was catching up on all of your posts the other day and suddenly realised I had this little smile on my face just from seeing all of your incredible drawings and stories and videos and photo edits and screenshots (there were so many and they are so good that the app crashed XD). And I have a hard time believing that I am the only one who realises that scrolling through those posts leaves you in a much better place than it did before. There is always something there to brighten your day.

It’s mindboggling to think that so many of you are at the opposite end of the country, in completely different continents, or even on the other side of the planet. But it makes absolutely no difference where we are in the world, because you all contribute so much to this community and give so much to people who need it.

I feel like for all of the hours of work and effort that you put into what you do whilst still managing to live real life, all the appreciation in the world wouldn’t be enough to express how fabulous you all are. So this is my attempt at stringing a few words together to make up for the fact that I can’t always do justice to the amazing things I’ve seen and the breath-taking people on this site. The imagination, kindness, and talent here is endless!

I know I’m not a big account, and I don’t know how many people will see this post. But I hope it gets a lot of reblogs, because every single member of this fandom should read it and realise how much you mean to me and all the others here.

I’m so grateful to have found you, and when I look back on 2020 I won’t remember it as the ‘Year the Pandemic Happened’, but as the ‘Year of the Thunderfam’.

So thank you Thunderfam, from the bottom of my heart, for being the highlight of my year and a ray of sunshine during some really tricky and horrible times. Here’s hoping 2021 will take us onwards and upwards!

 So many tags, and I know I don’t have everyone!  @psychoseal @seathesilverlinings @misssquidtracy @gentlebluelizard @dragonoffantasyandreality @olliepig @weirdburketeer @tsarisfanfiction @rachfielden-xo @angelofbenignmalevolence @lenna-z @gumnut-logic​ @gordonthegreatesttracy @drileyf @ak47stylegirl @thunderskybird @scarlett3drag0n @photowizard17 @weathergirl8 @inertplanetary @1bluesilvertracy @thunderbird-one-ai @soniabigcheese @neuroticphysiologist @singmetothesun @hironojp @louthestarspeaker @eirabach @mrseviltedi @i-am-chidorixblossom @the-lady-razorsharp @bonsaiiiiiii @fictivekaleidoscope @thundergeek59 @janetm74 @myladykayo @willow-salix @incorrect-thunderbirds-quotes @fearlesstracy @hedwigstalons @tinglingsquidsense @thunderbirds-are-fab @lenle-g @vegetacide @godsliltippy @misstb2 @gordoncoopertracy @sonatanotwo @flyboytracy @tag-rewatch 

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds fandom #thunderfam #new year #goodbye 2020 #gratitude for some amazing people #love you guys

[love-we-write]

Eccedentesiast

Character: RichyxMC (ambiguous platonic or romantic)  Genre: Hurt/Comfort? Friendship/Romance? Unbeta-ed mess is for certain Words: 4,188  Summary: Richy is used to being known to be able to bring a little bit of comical sunshine to everybody’s gloom. He’s just not used to letting anyone know that he’s burning behind that light. But then, you appeared in his life.  Potential T/W: mentions of panic attacks   A/N: Done in conjunction with the Duskwood Secret Santa event~! Dear @anatomical-myocardium, Merry Christmas to you~! Sorry this took so long to post, I swear my laptop crashes on me at the most inconvenient time sometimes. I hope I did this justice as a gift to you, and I hope you like it, just as I absolutely love your gift to me~! Have a safe and happy Christmas~!  ❤️ ❤️

And with a renewed vow to write anything and everything that I want to write without minding if it’s a game, or an anime, or an anime game, or Kpop, here we go~!  ❤️ ❤️

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Richy is most known by his friends and all the Duskwood residents for his carefree nature, and he is very much aware of this. 

With his small group of friends, he has been the joker of the group longer than memory can serve, always light-hearted with that small touch of dry humor to help liven up the mood. From their weekly battle of Doodle Friends to their catch up session at Aurora’s, all seven of them look to Richy to brighten their days with his quick-witted comebacks and his lame jokes that gets even Lily - ever the serious one - to chuckle.

At his job, his bright personality makes him one of the select few who could talk to Alfie without unnerving the boy, and from greeting old ladies who pass by his shop to chatting away with his customers while he repairs their cars, everyone does not have qualms to admit that Richy’s easy-going nature is his most admirable trait, a warm relaxing ray of sunshine that comes out and give others a bit of cheer on their gloomy days.

Richy knows that his ability to not take things too seriously gives comfort to his friends. 

Richy knows this, knows it in the way Jessy thanks him for being there for her when she is frustrated with how Dan is treating her affections, knows it in the way Thomas looks at him silently yet gratefully when he brought them to Aurora’s and filled them with a copious amount of beers and stupid jokes for a self-proclaimed “pity party” after Thomas’ fight with Hannah. 

He knows it during the wake of Hannah’s absence when Thomas is on the verge of breaking down, and when Jessy fought with Cleo over how to handle the investigation, Lilly had reached out to him in the middle of the night,  quiet words of “I feel like you’re the only one keeping this group together,” mumbled into the phone in between sniffles.

Richy knows he is most known for his easy-going personality, and he is used to it. 

He is also used to that horrible feeling of uselessness constantly haunting him in the deep dark solace of his mind. That sinking in his stomach, the heaviness settling in his core as he contemplates whether he has anything worthwhile at all anything good to offer to this world, the constant feeling that he doesn’t have anything at all. It is a dark void spanning the crevasse of his mind that comes up in his solitude, whispering that he is not good enough, that he does not deserve grief and his fear is only going to burden his loved ones.

Because who is he to voice out his sadness and anguish when everybody else has so much on their plate already? Who is he to want to cry at Jessy to look at him, just LOOK AT HIM WHO HAS BEEN THERE FOR YOU when she is heartbroken herself. What right does he have to voice out his grief, his guilt at being the first one to come to Hannah’s house but still unable to save her anyway? What right does he have to say these things, when he only had lost a friend while Thomas lost a girlfriend and Lilly a sister? 

What right does he have?

So, Richy does what he does best. He smiles. He jokes. And he hides. He stopped trying to figure out the line inside him where his smile ends and his fear starts. To him, they all bleed together.

Richy is used to being known to be able to bring a little bit of comical sunshine to everybody’s gloom. He’s just not used to letting anyone know that he’s burning behind the light.   

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 But then, you appeared in his life. You with your contagious kindness, you who are the one person who does not have any personal stakes with Hannah in this investigation but still decided to help out of the sheer good in your heart. 

Richy sometimes thought that you were highly naive when you said that them getting your number and bringing you in this group must have meant that there is something that you could do instead of just seeing it as it is; an ominous invitation from an unknown hacker. However, that thought of your naivete is blown out of the water when he witnessed your bright-eyed curiosity and your sharp perception. 

‘You like Jessy, don’t you?’ you had texted him out of the blue during one of your conversations when during the first few days after you appeared in their lives.

Richy swore he almost dropped his phone in his coffee when he read your text. No one has ever picked up on his one-sided affections towards Jessy, not even their group, not even Jessy herself who has been his close friend. 

He has always been wary of you when Thomas first invited you in. A stranger whose number was given to them by another stranger seemed to Richy like a well-timed disaster waiting to explode in their faces. Richy liked to think of himself as neutral when it comes to matters of your involvement; skeptical enough to not be desperate as Thomas but to the point of hostility that Lilly has shown. 

But with your eagle-eyed intuition, Richy realized he had to be extra careful with himself around you.

‘Uh, gotta go. Coffee’s about ready and I need that caffeine injection for my sanity, in case some more shit happens around here, haha,’ he had typed quickly, adding in several emojis in succession for some good measure. He puts the phone face down almost immediately, as if that would help distract him from your reply, and busies himself with work.

‘That’s okay. Coffee sounds like a great idea. The next time you want to subtly avoid having uncomfortable conversations about yourself, I have a list of ideas :D,’ was your reply to him when he checked his phone during his break. 

Mirth bubbles up in Richy, a feeling of familiarity and comfort fizzing up in him like downing cold soda on a hot summer day. Richy chuckles towards his phone, seeing as you really did provide him with a list of excuses to make to get out of conversation, each item sillier than the previous one.

Your entrance into his and the way Richy felt you seeing through to him feels like a breath of fresh air.

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‘Richy, hi.’ 

 Richy smiles, looking at his phone vibrated on the countertop as he is pouring his third cup of coffee for the day. Seems like the weekend is as good as any for him to gather his thoughts to himself, to compartmentalize his feelings away from the crowd, but the texts from you over the days is a welcome distraction. 

From asking him about Jennifer Manson, to asking him about the phone call he made on the day of Hannah’s disappearance, to random conversation about your favorite movies or music, messages from you have become something he looks forward to daily. He found himself slowly thinking more and more of you; whether you are okay, what you have been doing among other things

‘Now, what more information does my lady seek from me?’ he types quickly, anticipating as the three dots beside your name blinks back at him. 

‘Good sir, is it such a crime if I just want to inquire about your day? :(’

Richy would be lying if he said that his heart did not skip a few beats over those words.

‘Our previous conversations would indicate that you always would have things to ask me after you know about how my day went, so out you go. :D’

It feels nice to see you playing along with his jokes.

‘Cleo told me you fought with your dad?’

Ah.

Not information about Hannah’s disappearance then. Which, to him, is much much easier to divulge.

‘That girl is going to get into trouble one day over how much she’s eavesdropping.’

‘I know. But more importantly, are you okay?’

Are you okay? Wow, Richy thinks as he stares at his idle phone. A simple question, but look at how he is struggling to answer. So he quickly typed in.

‘I’m okay, don’t worry, haha. Listen, the cat outside my apartment is literally meowing my window panes down, I better go check up on it before it eats itself,’ Richy began typing his response, as if him staring down the digitized letters will give him some form of epiphany over what the best course of action is. 

Excuse #12 from that ridiculous list that you gave him from weeks ago. From feeding non-existent stray cats outside his house to a car needing their tires changed, it quickly became an inside understanding between the two of you that this is a signal that he does not want to talk about it. 

But, inside, he wants to talk about it. Wants to talk to you about how this fight is a series of continuous disagreements between him and his father over how to run the family’s garage. Wants to talk about how this garage is not what he envisioned doing in his adult year, that he has no interest whatsoever in running the family’s business. How he had wanted to be a photographer, but was forced to run the garage by his dad to continue the family business. 

And how each time his father berates him over the losses their garage suffered due to the new competing garage in town, he feels a slight vendetta to bring up that he is never interested in what happens in this garage but is only doing it for his father.

He has long perfected the art of hiding anything of him that isn’t polished and brightened, so when you picked it up immediately, he felt flustered. Flustered because he doesn’t know what to do when faced with the idea of someone perceptive as you catching his vulnerabilities that he is ashamed of. But, also flustered with the fact that he feels a small sense of comfort that someone took time to notice the small things about him, and that deep inside, he feels some small part of him wanting to reach back out.

For now, he just added a bunch of cheerful emojis for good measure and hits send.

He wants to talk about it. He wants to.

‘You know, I don’t expect you to exhaust that list so quickly. I would have thought it’d be good for at least 2-3 months.’ came your reply.

‘I worry about you, Richy.’

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And it is true, you are worried for him. It has been close to three weeks since you first got added into this strange group, and if truth be told, you would never have thought that you’d be as invested as you are now. You could not deny that Jessy and Richy were two of the friends you never thought that you would care for as much as you did. You know that Jake had warned you over the group, and you ARE a bit more wary of some more than others, but you did not expect your trust to go wholeheartedly to this small trio that you have formed with Jessy and Richy. 

Jessy is the sweetest girl you have ever met in the world, always kind. She has this effect around people that made them feel cared for, and you are thankful how she had welcomed you and helped you out when everyone else seems to think you are the kidnapper.She wears her heart on a sleeve, and she trusts easily, but she means well. And Richy…

Richy is an enigma. On surface level, it seems that he is a bright ray of sunshine, all lighthearted jokes and wit, a perfect comedic complement to Jessy’s more emotional tendencies, but you notice the things that made Richy much more complex than he lets on.

You see his calm and composed nature when he is the one to suggest the group to think more critically in the case of your appearance and Hannah’s disappearance, how he calmed everyone down and brought their spirits up. But you also see his aversion to talking about how he himself feels.

Even though he does not show it, you know the incident with Hannah affected him just as much as it had affected everybody else. You see the sprinkle of emotions he has shown, from Jessy who told you how quiet he had been on the day his garage was spray painted with the sign of the raven, to his deprecating jokes about himself when you asked about the phone call he had made to Hannah on the day of her disappearance. 

You see that sliver of fear, that glimpse of guilt over those short moments, but come any closer and you could miss it with how subtly and skillfully he averts to more cheerful topics.

But that’s the thing. You worry for him. Jessy goes to the both of you for comfort while Dan goes to Jessy. Lilly has her family, Cleo goes to Thomas and Thomas’s grief is acknowledged and heard by all of them.

But who listens to Richy? Who gives Richy their shoulder for him to grief? Who lift up his spirits the way he does to you? For now, all you can do is put your phone close to your ear, Richy’s number dialing in the background. 

‘I worry about you, Richy.’

‘It gets better, I promise you. You don’t have to be alone. I’m here for you,’ you added under your previous text. It goes unanswered and your calls only gets redirected to voicemail. So all you can do is hold your phone close to you, placing your lips on its receiver, only able to hope that it goes to him, that his cheeks or his forehead feels the warmth as a sign that you are here for him.

Miles away, in Duskwood, Richy only stares in his phone longingly, wanting to call you. 

‘I’m here for you.’ your text that had him feeling hopeful, comforted and flustered him all the same.

It has been a long time since someone sees through him so transparently, heck, the void in him has bled together with his façade so much that even he himself cannot see through the layers of sunshine to where his dark insecurities start. He has crafted so many walls, perfected so many smiles that it even fooled Jessy, the person most close to him here in Duskwood. Perhaps at some point, maybe he even fooled himself.

And yet, here you are. Effortlessly breaking through those walls like it’s paper, unblinded by the fake shine he puts on, and sees the darkness in him for what it is. He has to laugh at that as he leaned his forehead on his phone, somehow feeling a sense of comfort just in doing that. What have you done to him? 

Perhaps one day he can begin to talk about it.

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 That day came sooner that he thought it would be. That night in December, it snowed heavily in Duskwood. Angry snow fell down in a furious blizzard, gusts of wind wailing outside in anguish, doors and window panes shaking almost in fear. Sometimes, the wailing picks up speed and bangs on the window with a scream.

Inside, Richy is just as furious, just as anguished as the blizzard outside. The man without a face seems hell-bent in getting them to stop finding Hannah and to obtain your location. Richy would bend over backwards and go to hell twice before letting your location fall in its hands. And with the search not showing any signs of stopping, so did the threats to them.

Today, it took the threat to another level when it involved their families as well. Richy had woken up with a call from his father. He had expected the call to be his father picking up another fight with him, but the urgency in his father’s voice and the manic sobbing of his mother in the background struck a cold chord in him.

It turned out that his family house has been vandalized with the signs of the raven, only this time it is worse than the one did in the garage. The windows were splashed with red paint, with papers jammed in their mailbox full of threatening letters of ‘give me her’ and ‘Richy, you’re next’. It took him a good two hours to scrub the windows clean, and then another hour to comfort his mother that this is just a prank pulled by some reckless vandals, to clean up the papers from the mailbox and throw them in the trash.

But, deep inside he knows it. This is not a prank. This is a threat to him. To them.

Duskwood is a small town. People will talk and come tomorrow, his friends will find out. He needs time. He needs time to sort out his thoughts. Time to properly compartmentalize.

He needs time to sort out through his guilt of not being able to protect his family from being terrorized from the man without a face. There is the fury with the fact that it has been established that the man without a face is someone within their circle, given how much they know about your presence.

He needs time.

There is the fear that you, being the lynch pin to all that the man without a face wanted from them, will be burdened more. He needs time to sort through the fear that he could not protect you, and even though it is for the best interest of your safety that none of them knows where you are, you are still all alone having to pick up after these seven dysfunctional people and no one to protect you.

Then, there is the confusion, the stress, the angry sadness that this is a game that he has to continue to play with his friends. The betrayal that one of them, one of his close friends is responsible for this, that they could have the balls to laugh with him, smile with him and turn around and do this to him. 

He needs time to sort through this anger and he doesn’t have the courage to face them and continue playing this game tomorrow, not when all he wanted to do is lash out at each one of them and threaten them and ohgodheneedstimeheneedstime-- 

In the solace of his room in his family home, Richy feels his thoughts become as white as the blizzard of snow outside. He hears his breath quickens, a voiceless wail stuck in his throat and he feels the shivers in his spine like the doors trembling in front of the wind.

Heneedstimeohgodpleasegivehimabitoftime----

And like a lifeline, his phone besides him rang and vibrated and he clutched it to him like a lifeline. Like a miracle in December, he sees that it’s your name. Somewhere in his blank white thoughts, he hears a small chuckle and how impeccable your timing is.

He answers and your voice in his ears sounded like a buoy thrown to him that is flailing about.

“Richy, I had a bad feeling about something. Is everyone okay?” and Richy hears himself laugh at that, a horrible mixture of a broken laugh and a hiccup and a helpless wail, all mixed up to become a horrible wounded noise.

Over on your side of the phone, your heart picked up pace when you heard that choked laughter from Richy. It is horrible and it is scary and you would never want to hear it from anyone again, least of all not Richy. He is having a panic attack.

“Richy, are you okay?! Richy, listen to me. Breathe with me, sweetheart. Breathe in, breathe out,” deep inside you tried to stay calm because that is what he needs, but even you feel like being on the verge of tears listening to this man - who has cheered you up so much - break down in front of you.

After he seemed to have calmed down, you tried again.

“Richy, what’s wrong? Please talk to me. You deserve to not be alone in this Richy. I see you. I see you smiling to get everyone to smile. You listened to me and you lifted up my mood when Jessy was attacked, and when I received threats over Lilly’s video. Let me do the same to you, yeah? Tell me what’s wrong?”

And to Richy, who has clutched onto your voice like a lifeline, who wants to share everything with you, just burst like a dam. Everything that he has kept secret from his friends, the sadness behind his smile, everything that he has even kept from himself and just swept under the rug and pushed into a closet at the back of his mind. Everything burst right there in front of you, from his guilt to not being able to stop Hannah’s kidnapping and Jessy’s attack, to him feeling unworthy of being sad compared to others, to his fear when he saw the sign of the raven in his garage and now on his home, his fury at knowing one of his friends are doing this, to his fear for Jessy, his fear for you. 

He hated everything. He hated himself.

You told him that he is strong, that you admired him so much, but he needs to see that he deserves to be comforted just as much as he has comforted everyone else. 

In that snowstorm-clad night, the winds wept and wept, but beneath its howl, you can hear the intermittent wail of a broken man as Richy cried, and cried, and cried. 

As he lets out everything, the blank white fog of his mind begins to clear and gain color. It started from the reds of fury, to the blacks of fear and the blues of guilt, but then your voice came in, and slowly the pinks of comfort, the yellows of hope and the purples of peace began melting through. 

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[EPILOGUE]

Both you and Richy sat over the phone for over 3 hours just talking about nothing and everything after his outburst. 

He seems to have gained his color back, his cheerful self almost back as he cracked his lame stories about gangster seagulls eating his sandwich once in his travels. Richy feels like this time, his color - albeit still a little faded - is much more genuine than the blacks filtered from a rose-colored glass that he has shown before. Your laughter as you listen to his story and object to its credibility, slowly made those faded colors in his mind more vibrant.

“Thank you for listening to me, for um… taking care of me,” he begins a bit meekly after he finishes his story. He’s not so used to being listened to, not at this vulnerable a level and definitely he is not used to being taken care of.

“You did the same to me when Jessy was attacked. And you would have done the same for me again, I’m sure of it,” your voice sounded like a smile would, and God, would he give up everything to see that smile in person. He laughs to himself internally. How has this person made him so whipped for her in such a manner?

“I’m planning on going to Duskwood soon,” you had said out of the blue, bringing him back from his reverie.

“Absolutely not. In case you forgot my magnificent show of tears just now, the man without a face is threatening us to get to you. You coming here is the absolute worst thing to do,” Richy snorted, a mock indignant and wounded tone from him that made you chuckle.

“Well, how bad can it be? If we keep my arrival a secret from the rest of them, and spend the days, just you, me and Jessy, it wouldn’t hurt, would it? Someone needs to go there and give you a hug and take care of you,” you had replied back shortly, almost giving no thought to what you had said.

“Oh my, my lady, are you flirting with me?” Richy’s exaggerated gasp brought you back to reality, and his implication had your heart skipping beats.

“Well I mean… um…” you stuttered, and Richy swore your hesitance and stuttering made his heart soar just a little bit more in hope. But pursuing it is for another time.

“W-Well, someone needs to stop you from being such an eccedentesiast!” you had blurted out, extremely grateful that the distance makes it unable for him to see your bright red hot face.

His laughter after that sounds like the most genuine you have heard from him so far, and he might have said something along the lines of “nooo use small words, your idiot here doesn’t understand what that means,” but you couldn’t remember clearly. All you remembered was you thinking that you would give almost anything to protect that genuine tinkling laughter of his.

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[buoyantsaturn]

So Come On, Talk it Out (your voice brought me back from the dead) (1/1)

summary: A relaxing date between Nico and Will the spring before Tower of Nero.

word count: 2616

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The air was finally warming up late that spring. The snow had all melted a few weeks back, but it had still been too cold to stay outside for more than an hour or two. It definitely hadn’t been warm enough for a pseudo-picnic under the shade of a tree, but now it finally was. And it would probably be their only chance to do so before summer rolled in and brought a hundred kids back to camp. 

Nico had kicked off his shoes and socks before laying his head down in Will’s lap as the son of Apollo sat upright against the trunk of the tree. Nico planted his feet firmly in the grass, and Will cringed at the sight. 

“You’re just going to stick your feet in the grass like that?” he asked.

Nico shrugged as best he could in his current position. “Yeah, so what? It makes me feel more...grounded, more connected to everything.” 

Will snorted. “Yeah, connected to feeling like you’ve got bugs crawling over your feet.” 

“That doesn’t even make sense.” 

Will poked him in the forehead. “You don’t make sense.” Nico snatched Will’s hand away and brought it toward his mouth, biting down gently on the side of Will’s hand before Will could rip it away. “Hey! I thought we agreed on a nice, relaxing date! Relaxing does not include biting.”

Nico reached up and squished the tip of Will’s nose down with a single finger. “No, you agreed on a relaxing date. I already took you on one last week.” 

Will scoffed, and swatted at Nico’s hand. “Almost dropping me in a vat of Cheez Whiz in Venezuela is not relaxing! And I ran out of KitKats, so you couldn’t even get your energy up enough to bring us back here!” 

A smile started to creep its way onto Nico’s face, and he started to brush his fingers across Will’s cheek. “I still can’t believe you committed a crime for me.” 

“Well, what was I supposed to do?” Will demanded, waving his arms frantically. “They wouldn’t accept my drachmas and didn’t speak English, and you--! You couldn’t even open your eyes long enough to see where we were! What was I supposed to do, not steal a few KitKats?”

Nico’s smile was full blown as he gazed up at Will with hearts in his eyes. “So you agree: best date ever, and I win.” 

Will started to laugh - a little bit in shock that Nico would even think that, but also finding it hard not to crack up at the absurdity of their conversation. What other fifteen year old had ever stolen KitKats from some shop in Venezuela to restore his significant other’s magic powers so that they could teleport back home? He almost sounded crazy!

“No,” Will told him, still laughing. “Not the best date ever! And definitely not relaxing! I wanted to, like, sit together like this, and maybe share some snacks and play twenty questions. Not run from cops in Venezuela.”

Nico’s nose scrunched up - something Will had recently learned his did when he was confused - and Will wanted to kiss the wrinkles away. “Why would we play twenty questions?”

“To get to know each other. Duh.” 

Nico tipped his head back and met Will’s eyes, frowning slightly. “Do we...not already know each other?” 

“Well, we do,” Will replied, his head tipping to the side, “but not everything. I don’t even know your middle name.” 

“Yeah, so? I don’t know yours either.” 

Will grinned. “And that’s why we play! Tell me your middle name.” 

Nico rolled his eyes, but answered, “Vincenzo.” 

Will hummed. “Nico Vincenzo di Angelo… I know you’re Italian, Death Boy, but that’s a lot of o’s.”

Nico pursed his lips and turned his head away, gazing out toward the lake. After a moment, he said, “Actually it’s… Niccolo Vincenzo di Angelo.” 

“Your name is Niccolo? That’s so cute!” Will repeated the name to himself a few times in his head, and then gasped. “Like piccolo! Oh my gods, Nico, can I call you piccolo?” 

Nico leveled him with a glare so strong that it could’ve made flowers wilt on the spot, but Will didn’t so much as flinch. “Absolutely not.” 

Will lifted a hand and started to brush his fingers through Nico’s hair. He leaned into the touch, despite how angry he was pretending to be. “Okay, so only in private, then.” 

“No! Never!” 

Will simply continued to smile down at him, carding his fingers through Nico’s hair and gently releasing tangles in the curls. He wondered if Nico’s hair would curl up even more if it was shorter, but they’d both gotten fond of the length. “It’s your turn to ask,” Will reminded him softly after a few short moments of silence. 

Nico crossed his arms with a huff, and looked away again - though only with his eyes this time, as though not to dislodge Will’s hand from his head. “Same question.” 

Will hesitated. “Can you call me piccolo?”

At least Will’s brief moment of stupidity brought a smile back to Nico’s face. “No, your middle name.” 

“Oh! It’s Andrew. William Andrew Solace.” 

Nico repeated the name, whispering it to himself, and Will felt his heart skip a beat at the sound. Then, Nico’s hand searched out Will’s - the one that wasn’t twirling curls around his fingers - and laced their fingers together. He met Will’s eyes as he said, “William Andrew Solace, I want you to know that if you ever betray me, I will use your full name to embarrass you as payback.” 

Will’s smile only brightened. “Why would I ever betray you?” 

Nico shrugged again. “You might not even realize it when it happens. I’m not talking about any big stakes. I mean, like… Like if Sherman’s on the lava course, and you don’t tell me so I can avenge my loss against him. That’s a betrayal.” 

“You really are kind of a sore loser, huh.” 

“I am not!”

Will nodded. “Uh huh. Okay, Piccolo.” 

Nico ripped his hand out of Will’s and used it to smack at his arm. “Shut up!”

With his hand now free, Will was able to reach into the backpack he’d brought with him, and pulled out a clementine. He took away his other hand, causing Nico to sigh in disappointment, though Will didn’t tease him for it. If the sudden blush on his face was anything to go by, then Nico hadn’t intended to make a sound at all. Will laid one arm across Nico’s chest, the other held over Nico’s head as he reached around him to peel the clementine. 

“Where was the first place you shadow traveled to?” Will asked. 

Nico paused to think, one of his hands coming up almost subconsciously to curl his fingers around Will’s arm. “Uh, China, I think? I don’t really remember. I kinda...jumped, and then immediately passed out. I think Minos said I was out for, like, three days, and then I just jumped back.” 

“You went all the way to China? And you didn’t bring any KitKats?” 

Nico pinched his arm. “We just learned about the KitKat thing a month ago, Will. Whatever. Um, did you have any pets before you came to camp?” 

Will grinned at the change of subject. “I did! I had a golden retriever, and her name was Sandy.” He dropped the clementine peel into the grass and broke the fruit into pieces. He took one small piece and held it out for Nico.

“No thanks,” Nico told him.

“You haven’t eaten since yesterday,” Will reminded him.

“I went without eating for a week when I was in that jar.” 

“Yeah, and I wish you would stop reminding me of that, because it just makes me want to feed you even more. So, open up!” 

Nico rolled his eyes, but allowed his mouth to drop open so that Will could feed him the slice of clementine. Nico’s face scrunched up as he chewed. “It’s kinda sour.” 

Will ate his own slice, and shrugged. “Not really. You just haven’t eaten a fruit in over a year and forgot what it’s supposed to taste like.”

“Uh, pomegranates are fruit, and I--”

“Ate those in the jar, I know,” Will cut in, “but you were in a trance and probably didn’t even taste them, so that doesn’t count.” 

Nico huffed. “Whatever.” Still, he opened his mouth when Will placed another slice of clementine at his lips. 

“Have you ever thought about getting a tattoo?” Will asked.

Nico shook his head, gently rolling it back and forth over Will’s thigh. “Nah, I’ve been stabbed with a knife before and that wasn’t great, so I don’t think I need to get stabbed with a thousand tiny needles. Why, have you?” 

Will frowned. “Okay, we’re going to circle back to that later, but yes, I have.”

“What were you thinking of getting?” 

Will moved the few remaining clementine pieces into one hand, and placed the other on Nico’s chest. He drew a circle with his finger directly over Nico’s heart and said, “Right here, I want to get a sun.” 

“Why’s that? Are you afraid people won’t think you’re sunshiney enough because of the...everything about you?” 

Will flicked him in the chest, right in the center of the circle he’d drawn. He smiled as he lifted his gaze out toward the lake - he was worried about something, Nico could tell that much just by looking at him.

“I’ve been thinking about my dad a lot recently,” Will started, his voice hushed as though he was sharing a secret. “I haven’t heard from him in so long and I’m...worried about what’s going to happen if he doesn’t make it. I’m worried about the state of the world, first and foremost, don’t get me wrong, but… What about me? Do I lose everything? Will I still be able to heal? Or use any of my other powers?” 

He dropped his gaze again, eyes focused on the spot on Nico’s chest where his fingers had started to circle again. “So I want that tattoo as, like, a way to remember him, and a way to remember that part of myself, just in case things don’t go as planned.” 

Nico covered Will’s hand with his own, and brought it up to his lips so that he could press a kiss to his knuckles. “Whatever happens, you’ll always be my sunshine.” 

Will smiled at him sweetly and said, “Who are you, and what have you done with my significant annoyance?”

Nico huffed and threw Will’s hand away. “Way to ruin the moment.” 

“Just ask me another question, would you?” Will asked, and popped another piece of clementine into his mouth. There was just one left - he’d give it to Nico.

“It’s not my turn,” Nico told him.

“Oh, yeah.” Will fed him the clementine and tipped his head back against the tree as he thought. “What’s your favorite movie?” 

“I dunno, I don’t watch a lot of movies,” Nico replied. “I don’t really have the attention span for that, so I haven’t seen...any?” 

Will’s jaw dropped. “You haven’t seen Star Wars?”

Nico hesitated. “Uh, no? I think Percy said I didn’t need to see it anyway, because there’s apparently some other Star-something movies that are better.” 

“Star Trek?” Will shrieked. “Absolutely not! The Apollo cabin is a Star Wars family, and I will not stand for this kind of slander. For our next date, we’re watching the original trilogy.” 

“Woah, hang on a second!” Nico held up his thumb between them. “First of all, I get to pick our next date.” He raised his index finger. “Second, I just said I can’t even sit through one movie, and you want me to watch three? I don’t think so.” He added his middle finger. “And third-- Uh, no actually, I don’t think I have a third point.” 

“Okay, then two dates from now, we’ll watch Episode Four, and then another two dates later, we’ll watch Episode Five--”

“Why wouldn’t we start with the first episode?” Nico asked. “Wait, and I thought these were movies. Actually, no, never mind. Whatever, as long as it makes you happy.” 

Will smiled. “It will.” 

“So, I assume that’s your favorite movie.” 

Will hummed an affirmative. He started to stroke Nico’s hair once again, and Nico’s eyes slipped shut at the feeling. “You gotta ask me another question,” Will whispered. 

Nico cracked one eye open. “I just did.” 

“That wasn’t a question, it was an assumption. And besides, I can’t think of another one, so you go.” 

Nico rolled his eyes. “Oh, like I can? This game was your idea, Solace.” He let his eyes fall shut again, though there was a tiny wrinkle between his brows that let Will know he was trying to think. “What other powers do you have?”

Will tapped his fingers against Nico’s skull a few times, and then resumed playing with his hair. “Well, you know about the healing, and my sonic whistle. And, uh, I don’t know if this is a power, really, but I’m good at calming people down. And I can, um.” He cleared his throat, and Nico opened his eyes to see that Will was looking everywhere and anywhere that wasn’t at Nico. “Glow. So what other powers do you have?” 

Nico sat up instantly. “Hang on, did you just say you can glow?” He turned to face Will, clutching his hands in his own and demanding, “Show me!” 

Will’s cheeks were turning pink, and he still wouldn’t meet Nico’s eyes. “It’s-- I can’t, it’s too bright out here, so you wouldn’t be able to see it anyway, and… I dunno, it’s embarrassing.” 

“No way, it’s not embarrassing, it’s cool. Just show me!” 

Will sighed, and his eyes flickered up to meet Nico’s for just a second before he looked away again. “Fine, but only for a second. Can you try to make it a bit darker? It’ll show up better that way.” 

Nico released Will’s hands and dropped his own to the ground. The shadow of the tree they sat under stretched and darkened, and the air around them grew cold enough that Nico wished he had a jacket. Will started to take off his flannel shirt, and Nico was half-tempted to reach out for it and put it on himself when he saw Will hold out his arms and close his eyes. A moment later, his skin turned from bronze to gold, each of his freckles acting as little flashlights to let the light escape from beneath Will’s skin.

Nico grinned. “That’s so cool!” 

Will let the glow fade, and he pulled his flannel back on as Nico released his hold on the shadow. “It’s really nothing special,” Will muttered.

“Yes it is!” Nico insisted, waving his arms around for emphasis. “I have my own personal glow-in-the-dark boyfriend!” 

Will’s head snapped up, his eyes locking on Nico’s as his jaw dropped open again. “Did you… Did you just say boyfriend?”

Nico’s cheeks had developed a bit of their own blush, but he refused to look away. “I… Yeah, I did. Is that okay?” 

Will beamed, reaching out for one of Nico’s hands to lace their fingers together. “That’s so okay. That’s more than okay! Does that mean I can start calling you my boyfriend now, too?”

Nico let a smile creep onto his lips. “Nah, you’re my boyfriend, but I’m still your significant annoyance.” 

Will rolled his eyes, but nothing would be able to take that smile off his face. He tugged on Nico’s hand to pull him close and press a kiss to his cheek. “You got that right.” 

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[muwur]

um!! i want to request a comfort hc/drabble(?) anything !! just 👉👈 can i get hinata n/or tsuki comforting and standing up for their s/o (or friend!) who is non-binary ??

standing up for a non-binary s/o

♡ scenarios ♡ for hinata and tsukishima

gn reader

turned out longer than i intended tHIS IS MY PROBLEM N Y I UPDATE SO SLOW FORGIVE ME FOEFHEFOEFRG but anyway,,,, 2.3k words

a/n: i use primarily they/them as reader’s preferred pronouns in these scenarios, but i wanted to acknowledge that ik some non-binary ppl use other pronouns,  they/he, they/she, or even all pronouns, etc :) reminder to pls be respectful to what people want and use their preferred pronouns!  and pls lmk if i ever offend you bc i don’t want to upset anyone <3

hinata

Just a week ago, you had finally mustered the courage to come out as non-binary to your boyfriend, Hinata. You recalled the rising panic you felt when you were met with silence and the slight widening of his chocolate eyes. However, his initial surprise was quickly replaced with a softness gracing his features. When he gently stroked your cheek and reassured you that nothing would change how he feels about you, you felt your heart melt with relief. You had nothing worry about, after all.

Unfortunately, not everyone could be as accepting as Hinata.

Picking at an array of noodles with a fork, you fixed your sights on the dinner plate before you, trying to ignore a certain gaze threatening to sear your skin. Next to you, Hinata grimaced. Munching on his stir fry and trying to be respectful in front of your family were the only things keeping him from wiping that leer off your aunt’s face. She was blatant in expressing her disapproval, the wrinkles in her face contorting with disgust whenever she so much as looked your way.

After your heart-to-heart with Hinata the other week, you were inspired to come out to your family as well. The news circulated, and though you weren’t expecting everyone to exactly be on board, the reality of disapproval hurt more than you imagined. It was great timing that today happened to be your cousin’s birthday, and you were forced to have dinner with one of your least favorite family members. Luckily, you were allowed to invite Hinata. You couldn’t fathom how your soon-to-be 5-year-old cousin was so kind and polite despite being reared by such a tyrannous mother.  Your earliest memory of your aunt was when she snatched your favorite toy from your toddler hands. You cried as she yelled at both you and your parents for letting you play with such a “gender-inappropriate” toy.

You knew she wouldn’t let you escape tonight without any offhand comments or dirty looks.

A throat cleared. You tensed in your seat. “Y/n? Dear, could you pass me the salt?”

You dared a glance up at the familiar voice. Your eyes locked with your aunt’s menacing ones briefly before you quietly obliged to her request.

“Thank you,” she said dully, taking the shaker. Sprinkling her meal, she continued to speak with nonchalance. “So, I heard you go by ‘they’ now? What’s wrong with he/she, hm? I mean, that is what you are, and that’s the only thing you should go by.”

Silence. Your parents looked at one another in discomfort, unsure how to respond. Your cousin looked back and forth between you and and your aunt curiously, unaware what was happening. A few more seconds passed by. With a shaky breath, you could only stutter out a timid “I-I--” before your mother cautiously piped up. “Aunt *name*, please, it’s your child’s birthday, let’s save this conversation for another ti--”

A scoff interrupted her. “Easy for you to say. You’ve always been so soft on y/n. Neither of you,” she glared accusingly at your parents, “raised her/him right. Now, look what’s happened. She/he’s gone delusional. How could any of you be okay with this and carry on like normal?”

You could feel yourself holding back tears. You wanted to say something against her, to show her you weren’t afraid of her and didn’t care what she thought. To prove that she didn’t know anything about you. That she had no right to be talking to you like this.

Yet you remained frozen in your seat, unable to speak. Inside, your mind went blank, leaving you defenseless against her hateful tirade.

“If she/he were my daughter/son, I’d set things straight immediately. No more outside communication. Who knows what nonsense they’ve been feeding your child? She/he needs to see a specialist to undo whatever brainwashing has occurred and--”

SCREECH.

Hinata stood in front of his seat, which had slid noisily across the floor when he pushed it back. He was silent, his eyes pointed downward and his two palms pressed on the table. All eyes looked at him with shock, if not a tinge of curiosity.

“Stop saying those things as if you knew one thing about y/n and what they’ve had to go through,” he said in a low voice, teeth clenched.

A challenging arch of the brow replaced your aunt’s initial surprise. “Oh, please. What do you know? You’re just a naive kid like y/n. You don’t understand. You know nothing about the real world and you kids go about life as if you can just do anything. You’re selfish.”

“You’re being selfish for refusing to understand a point of view that you’re not used to. How could you live with yourself knowing that you’re making someone you should care about miserable for the rest of their lives? You have no right to speak as though you know y/n. All you care about is your opinion, regardless of whether or not it’s right, and how you look to other people. What’s wrong with letting y/n make their own decisions? Why invalidate them before even giving them the chance to explain and help you understand? You should think about how you’re acting before trying to teach someone else how they should live.”

The air cracked with silent tension. It was too much. Quickly, you got up and dashed to the front door, unlocking it and stepping outside to breathe in the cool evening air. Wrapping your arms around yourself, you stumbled off the front porch, increasing the distance between yourself and that dinner table.

Your body jolted with shock when you heard a familiar voice out and felt a pair of arms wrap from behind your frame. Hinata was breathing heavily, his rushed voice laced with worry. “I’m sorry for making a scene in front of your family, y/n, but I couldn’t just sit around and let her say whatever she wanted. You don’t deserve that treatment. I don’t regret anything I told her. And if she’s still bothering you, or anyone else for that matter, you bet I’m gonna be there to stick up for you, no matter what.”

Despite the tears that pricked at your eyes, a small smile formed on your lips. Ditching your family dinner, you spent the rest of the evening together seated in a booth at a nearby fast food restaurant, munching on goodies and sharing lighthearted jokes. That night, you were reminded that it didn’t matter what someone like your aunt thought. Those who did matter were the ones who accepted and cared for you--the real you. In the midst of darkness, you found yourself a radiant being who never failed to brighten your day. You didn’t know what you did to deserve Hinata, but you knew he would be by your side through it all. For that, you were grateful.

tsukishima

After a rough week of nonstop work, food delivery, and 1AM espressos, you were relieved Saturday had finally come. Tsukishima, who had come by your home a few times that week to check up on you(r sanity) and drop off some surprise dinners, nagged you to take better care of yourself and offered to treat you to lunch that weekend (after you promised to get a lot of rest when you were finished). When you beat your deadlines early Friday evening, you nearly cried tears of joy and immediately passed out on your bed to catch up on lost sleep.

Saturday reminded you of the beauty of the outside world, much needed after your long week of confinement. Both sun and clouds gathered in the pale blue sky overhead. Warm sunshine freckled your skin while a gentle breeze cooled your temple. Hand in hand, you walked down the block with Tsukishima towards the farmer’s market. Already you could hear the nearby murmurs of a crowd and smell the savory aroma of freshly cooked food. Your stomach grumbled with enthusiasm as you thought about all the delicious choices waiting to be ordered.

Numerous vendors lined up down the street. Smoke arose from hot grills, carrying the scent of various spices through the air. Workers called out to passing customers, offering them samples of their homemade nut butters or showing off their natural, handmade soaps. With a fascinated glint in your eye, you observed each stand you passed by. From Hawaiian poke, grilled paninis, and tacos, to Thai stir fry, barbecue, and shawarma, the options seemed endless. As much as you loved the variety, it made making a decision even more difficult.

“Tsukkiiii,” you said pleadingly, “I don’t know what I want.”

He sighed. “Well, what’s your appetite in the mood for?”

“No clue, that’s why I’m asking.”

When he shot you an annoyed look, you held your hands up. “Hey, I’ve been using my brain way too much this week. I’m tired of thinking. I’m pretty down for anything, to be honest.”

With a shrug, he suggested trying the ramen from a stand several feet away from you both. You happily agreed and dragged the both of you to stand in line. Looking down at your shirt, you pulled on it slightly and adjusted the pin attached close to your collar. It depicted a cartoon cat with a text bubble that said “they/them” to indicate your preferred pronouns (though, in the note above, ik you may have a different combination of preferred pronouns. feel free to just sub in whatever those are into the pin ^-^ ). You recalled how you heart rushed with excitement when you found it in your mailbox that morning.

“You know, you didn’t have to get this for me,” you told your blonde companion as you admired your gift. Hands in his pockets, he gave you another shrug. “I just thought it suited you. Plus, strangers won’t misgender you, anymore.”

“That’s really thoughtful of you, Kei... Thank you, again, really.”

His lips formed into a thin line and he looked off to the side. He muttered a low, “Don’t mention it.” before stepping forward to follow the shortening line. A huff of amusement escaped you in response. You were also taking a step forward when you felt a shove on your left side. Tsukishima caught you mid-stumble, helping you regain your balance and stand upright again. Narrowing his eyes, he looked over at the man who bumped into you. The stranger caught himself from stumbling as well, then scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment.

“Ah, I’m sorry about that young man/woman! I wasn’t looking clearly,” he apologized.

You shook your head in response, offering him a smile. “No worries. I’m glad we’re both okay.”

He was about to laugh in agreement when he noticed the pin attached to your top. His smile vanished and he looked at you quizzically. “Say, what’s that pin you got there?”

“Oh,” you pointed at it. “This? These are my gender pronouns. I go by ‘them/them,’” you announced proudly.

Raising an eyebrow, he asked, “What does that even mean? ‘They/them’ is plural, so doesn’t it make more sense to just go by he/she?” He paused for a few seconds of thought. Then, it clicked. “Is this that ‘gender identity’ bullshit I’ve been hearing about lately?”

Your enthusiasm quickly dissipated. ‘Oh gosh, please don’t tell me that this person’s--’

“Now missy/boy, I don’t know what’s gotten into all your heads, thinking you can just pick and choose whatever or whoever you want to be. What you were born with is who you are. Why can’t people accept that and have to complicate things? It’s biology. I swear, people are just doing this for attention or a trend or whatever--”

“Ahem,” Tsukishima cleared his throat, interrupting the man’s rant. He placed a gentle hand on your shoulder and drew you close against himself. “Perhaps the topic is too complex for your tiny mind to comprehend,” he challenged, his voice dripping with collected hostility. “You should stop going on about things you don’t understand; it makes you look even more ignorant. Now, please, stop bothering my partner before you piss me off more.”

The stranger glared up at Tsukishima, then back at you. Deciding it wasn’t worth a fight, the man scoffed and shoved past your boyfriend;s shoulder, then disappeared into the crowd. Behind you, a kid’s wide eyes looked at Tsukishima with awe. “Wow, that was really cool! You really showed him!”

“Tch, it was nothing,” he responded bashfully. “Can’t let assholes get away with whatever they want.”

15 minutes later and you were both settled in a shady area on a grassy field with ramen bowls in your lap. Your eyes were glued to the ground. Tsukishima waved a hand in front of your face with concern.

“Earth to y/n? You good? You’ve been quiet since we encountered that guy earlier.”

You risked looking up into his eyes, unable to control the stream of tears running down your eyes. Surprised, the blonde placed his hands on the sides of your face and started to wipe your tears off with his thumbs. “I-I’m just, r-really grateful that you,” you choked between sobs, “were here with m-me, today. I d-don’t know what I would’ve done if I was alone.”

You let him wrap his arms around you as you buried your face in his shoulder. He nestled his cheek onto the top of your head and ran a gentle hand up and down your spine. “It’s okay,” he murmured softly. “I won’t let anyone hurt you, anymore. I promise.”

Several minutes later, you pulled away, sniffling and rubbing the remaining tears from your eyes with your forearm. He gave your head a small pat.

gRhhrrhGRH.

“Someone sounds hungry.” You rolled your eyes and swatted his hand off your head.

2 minutes into eating, and you asked (suggestively), “Can we eat from the same bowl and see if we end up connecting noodles?”

“N-No, that’s dumb.” 

“Oh, c’monnnnn~ You know you want to, you’re blushing.”

“I’m not!”

a/n: sry about the weird stomach growl effect LMAO

if you coudlnt tell i was hungry writing this n i miss going out to eat foueherhggu

i hope u enjoyed <3 pls lmk if u would like any changes anon or smth different (liks regular hc’s, etc). have a lovely day n i hope you feel better <3 ill fite anyone who makes u feel bad >:(

#haikyuu x reader #hinata x reader #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima kei x reader #hinata shoyo x reader #haikyuu imagines #hinata shoyo #tsukishima kei #requests #comfort request

[bangtan-sonyeonddaeng]

BTS Reaction: You are Adora’s best friend and they often come to her studio to see you

Hey I’m working on a new song for the guys and wanted to get your opinion. Can you stop by later today?

Sure! Want me to bring something for us to eat?

Bless you. Yes please. I haven’t had time to eat anything other than snacks ;~;

Okay! I’ll see you soon then bestie!

Thank you! And for the love of God DO NOT TELL THE BOYS YOU ARE COMING HERE. WE WILL NEVER GET ANY WORK DONE.

my lips are sealed 🤐

You can’t help but laugh as you read over the last conversation from your best friend. It was no secret that the members were... fond of you to say the least. You remember the first time you had met them. You were in the studio helping Soo-hyun, listening to a song she had just written when Jimin walked in, only to stand there with his mouth agape.

“Who are you?!”

“Jimin is that any way to address my best friend? This is y/n be nice!”

“Sorry! I just... didn’t know you had any friends.” 

“Hey! And don’t be mean to me either!” You laugh at their mini argument back and forth. You had heard stories from her before about how the members were like her other family and that she adored every single one of them. You sit there until their bickering abruptly ends as Jimin remembers you are still in the room. 

“Ah sorry. Y/n was it? I’m Jimin.” 

“Nice to meet you, Jimin.” 

“Is there a reason you burst into my studio? Or can we get back to work here?”

“Um.. there was but suddenly I forgot what it was so I will leave you two be. Bye y/n!”

“Bye, Jimin!”

“Hey what am I to you huh? I don’t get a goodbye?” But he’s already out the door. It didn’t sneak past your notice that his cheeks were colored pink before he abruptly turned away from the both of you. 

“What’s gotten into him?”

“Don’t know. Anyway let’s get back to the song shall we?” You only make it about 15 more minutes before there is another visitor to the studio. 

“Tae? Jin? What are you both doing here?” 

“We wanted to come see your pretty friend that Jimin hasn’t shut up about for the past 15 minutes straight. I mean he wasn’t lying, you are beautiful.” Taehyung’s words cause you to blush fiercely. 

“Alright that’s enough stop hitting on my friend. Both of you, out!” She stands and practically shoves them both out the door, this time making sure to lock it behind them. “I swear I don’t know what’s gotten into them. They hardly ever come in here unless it’s to work.” You can’t help the giggles that escape you at her bewildered expression. 

“I’m sure it’s just because I am a new face Soo-hyun. In a few weeks they probably won’t even remember me or care about my existence.” 

Except that wasn’t the case at all. Each one of the members was bound and determined to befriend you. Often dropping by the studio out of the blue just to see you. It got to the point where Soo-hyun created a group chat with the 9 of you so you could all have each other’s numbers and talk and coordinate whenever you wanted to visit with them, but not when you were helping her. 

And that’s how you ended up where you are today. Standing outside of Adorable Trap studio with Jungkook talking your ear off as the members seemingly had a radar for when you were in the building. 

“Jungkook I really have to go now. Adora needs my help with a song and I’ve kept her waiting longer than I should have.” 

“Oh I’m sorry! Of course. I’ll leave you be. Maybe when you’re done you can stop by the dorms and we can play a game together?” He looks at you with those large doe eyes of his that he knows you can’t say no to.

“Sure, Kookie. I’ll see you later then, yeah?” You walk into the studio and Soo-hyun runs over to you hugging you at the sight of the food you brought. 

“You’re a life saver! Thank you so much.” 

“You’re welcome. Although I must warn you, I ran into Jungkook on my way in here...”

“We’re not going to get anything done are we?”

“Probably not.” You both laugh at that and sit on the couch eating your food when inevitably, Namjoon and Hoseok walk into the room. 

“Ah Jungkookie said y/n was here, I guess he didn’t lie after all! And you didn’t bring any food for us? My heart aches at this betrayal.” Hoseok dramatically holds a hand over his chest. 

“Well it was supposed to be a secret that y/n was coming here so we could actually get some work done for once.” 

“We won’t keep you long! Adora I know you have been working hard on our new album so we just wanted to drop by and say Hi. And also we’re going to get coffee would you both like anything?”  You tell Namjoon your favorite drink order and he nods, attempting to leave the room but is held back by Hoseok talking animatedly with you. 

“Y/n! Wanna see the new choreography I’ve been working on?”

“Hobi I don’t-”

“Please! I promise it won’t take long. I just really value your opinion and want to get your honest input.” And just like that, he flashes that sunshine smile of his and you can’t say no. You grin sheepishly at your friend and she waves you off. 

“You’re so whipped for them. Go ahead! I’ll just finish my food.” 

“Yay! Okay so here...” He hands you his phone and right in the middle of watching it, Yoongi walks into the room as well.

“Certainly doesn’t look like you’re working in here.” Soo-hyun scoffs and nearly chokes on her food.

“How are we supposed to when you all keep coming in here?!” She laughs incredulously and you can’t help but join in on her laughter. This isn’t the first time you’ve been in this situation and certainly won’t be the last. 

“Alright kids, leave y/n and Adora alone. They have work to do. Hobi you can show your dance another time. And I thought you were going to get coffee anyway? You know the longer I have to wait the grumpier I get.” He furrows his brows and tries to be intimidating. Hoseok laughs and ruffles his hair. 

“You’re about as intimidating as a gummy bear, hyung. But we’ll get out of your hair now. Bye!” Him and Namjoon leave the studio and Yoongi flops down onto the couch next you, looking at you with pleading eyes which you know by now means he wants some of your food. You feed him some with your chopsticks and he sighs happily. 

“Thank you y/n.”

“And thank you for making sure we can actually focus now.”

“You mind if I stay so I can listen too?”

“Of course. The more ears we have the better.” Soo-hyun offers. You move along quickly and figure out what was missing in the beat and what needed changed. The three of you working together with no interruptions leads you to be quite productive and the song is almost done when Namjoon walks in with your coffees. He drops them off and quickly leaves, but shortly after that you get a message from Namjoon. 

Hey. The members wanted me to text you and apologize on behalf of all of them for always bothering you. If they’re too much they said they’ll leave you alone when you come to work from now on. I am speaking from my own mind now but... they’re all really fond of you. We all are. You’ve become an adopted member of our little family here and seeing you brightens our days a little more. 

You smile at the message, opening up your group chat and opting to respond to all of them.

None of you are bothering me when you come to see me. It honestly makes me really happy to know you guys all care about me that much. You’re like family to me too and I love each and every single one of you so please, keep coming to see me and visit me. Text me throughout the day and let me know how you’re doing. I look forward to it as much as you do. 

The chat starts blowing up with kind and loving words from all the members. You even get a message from Yoongi who looks up at you and smiles after you read it. You stand up from the chair and hug Soo-hyun tightly. Then move over to Yoongi who after much protest, eventually gives in and lets you hug him too. The way he melts into your embrace tells you he really doesn’t mind the affection all that much. 

“You all are the best. Seriously. I have no idea what I would do without you.” 

#bts reaction #bts scenario #bts imagine #bts #kim namjoon #rm #kim seokjin #jin #min yoongi #suga #jung hoseok #jhope #park jimin #kim taehyung #v #jeon jeongguk #jeon jungkook

[ghstandpucks]

Cutting Edge ~ Nathan MacKinnon Ch.1

A/N: Hi everyone! Thanks for reading the prologue of this story and for your feed back! I loved hearing from you! Now I just hope this lives up to the expectations lol I would love to hear feedback on this chapter! Enjoy!

Prologue 

You were on your last handful of boxes as you walked into your new Denver apartment. You were about 10 minutes from the rink in a cute brick building. Large windows let in rays of sunshine as the warm September day came to an end. The downtown Denver lights where starting to come on as people milled about. You slowly unloaded some boxes; thankful the apartment came semi furnished with at least a couch, dining table and bed. You didn’t mind though, having an apartment back home in Anaheim, California, most of your stuff just came with you. What you didn’t need you either sold or took to your parent’s house to store it. You grew up only half an hour from Anaheim, and moved to an apartment there when you were 17. You had graduated high school early, and moved closer for training to focus on making the Olympic team. At first your mom had stayed with you, the both of you going home on weekends. Then at 18, your parents thought it was fine for you to be on your own, seeing as they weren’t too far away. On the other hand, moving to Colorado by yourself was going to be an adjustment.

Sunday morning you got up early and began your day at the grocery store. After unloading, you continued to unpack. Around 3 in the afternoon, there was a knock at your door. Opening it, you saw a package on the ground with your name on it. Taking it into your kitchen, you went about cutting the tape to open it. Inside was dark blue fabric with a card addressed to Coach Y/L/N. Opening the card, it read “Welcome to the Colorado Avalanche Coach Y/L/N. I hope you made it to Denver safely. We are looking forward to having you work with us this season. See you on Monday at 7am!” ~ Jared Bednar.

           You pulled the fabric out and found that it was the warm up/sweat suits that the coaches wear for practice. The jacket was embroidered with Coach Y/L/N on the upper right, and the Avs logo on the left. You smiled to yourself and ran to your room to try it on. Looking in the mirror, you could not help but laugh. The pants were just a little long and looked baggy, but you figured it was meant for men, and hockey players at that. Not your typical leggings or skirts for figure skating. Picking up your phone, you facetimed one of your best friends/ older brother figure, Jeremy Abbott. “JER!” you yelled as he answered.

           “Y/N! There is my favorite little superstar!” He yelled back just as happy. The two of you had always been close. You met at your first senior worlds competition while you worked with the same choreographer that he did that year. He took to showing you the ropes of the competition and took you under his wing. You were each other’s biggest supporters, with you even standing in for his coach at a few competitions. “Check out the threads!” he laughed as you modeled your new outfit for him through the mirror.

           “The pants are kind of baggy, but isn’t it awesome! I feel so official!” you squealed, overly excited.

           “I’m sure you can opt out of wearing those if you wanted to,” Jeremy suggested, unpacking one of his boxes. He was set to work with the Minnesota Wild this season.

           “Probably. But I at least want to show up tomorrow with everything on to show I appreciate it. I definitely was not expecting this,” you replied.

           “True. At least you got a whole outfit! I only got a t-shirt,” Jeremy laughed. You talked a bit longer with each other before saying your good bye’s and good lucks for tomorrow.

           Waking up the next morning, you were nervous but excited for this new experience. You put your coach’s outfit on, straightened your Y/H/C hair, and put on a little makeup. From always wearing a tone of makeup for competitions, on a daily bases you didn’t like to wear much. Most days you just threw on some foundation and mascara. You wanted to look nice for your first day with the Avs, but not like you were trying to hard. To be honest, you were looking forward to meeting the team, but you knew things had to stay professional because of the position you were in. And if you wanted to be a good spokesperson and liaison for the organizations, you had to remain professional. From training in Anaheim, you were friends with some of the Ducks, so you didn’t think it would be too difficult to work with the Avs.

           Upon arriving at the rink, Coach Bednar was waiting for you with a few others. Not only did it look like other coaches, but media people as well. You smiled as you walked up to them. “Good morning!” you spoke cheerfully.

           “Good morning Y/N. It’s good to see you again,” Bednar shook your hand as you walked over, a few pictures being taken. You were relieved when you saw that they were all wearing the same outfit as you. While you got ready this morning a thought crossed your mind that maybe they didn’t wear them and you would be left looking like you were trying to hard. After being introduced to the other coaches and taking a quick group photo in front of the rink, you followed Bednar as he showed you around. “And one more thing,” he said, reaching into his pocket. “Now you are official,” he smiled, handing you a whistle. You were slightly embarrassed over how excited you became putting it around your neck. As you went to thank him, a voice came from behind you.

           “So you must be our figure skater!” You whipped around to see a handsome man with a charming smile on his face. “Gabriel Landeskog,” he held out his hand to shake. You smiled and shook it.

           “Y/N Y/L/N. It’s nice to meet you,” you replied.

           “Gabe is our team captain. The guys shouldn’t cause you any trouble, but Gabe will be looking out for you also,” Bednar said.

           “Of course. If you need anything just ask Coach Y/L/N,” Gabe nodded.

           “Thank you, I appreciate it. I’m looking forward to working with you all,” you stated. Gabe walked away to the locker room laughing to himself. Walking in, he went right over to Nate.

           “Oh you are screwed,” he joked. Nate looked up at him with concern.  

           “What do you mean?” he asked, confused by Gabe’s statement.

           “I mean, if you thought our figure skater was attractive on the video, which I’m pretty positive you did, you’re going to fall when you meet her. She’s adorable and I’m sure Mel will want to adopt her at some point,” he whispered so no one around them would hear. Nate couldn’t help the redness that started to creep up the back of his neck. So Gabe had caught his look the other day. He was trying to think of something to say as Bednar walked in.

           “Get ready and let’s go gentlemen. You all have a new face to meet and she’s already out on the ice,” he chuckled, before leaving the room to head to the ice himself. Gabe sent Nate a wink as he went to put his own skates on.

           One by one the team filed out of the locker room and out on the ice. You were standing around center ice listening to the coaches talk and getting to know them better. They seemed welcoming enough, which was comforting. You tried not to pay too much attention to the team skating a few warm up laps around you, forcing yourself to be actively engaged in the conversation the coaches were having. You could feel your heart start to beat a bit faster though as the nerves sank in. What if they didn’t like you and this whole program failed? Trying to shake off the negative thoughts, you forced a soft smile on your face just as you were taught when you first stepped onto the ice all those years ago. No matter what happens, you smile.

           Coach Bednar blew his whistle and the team started to gather in front of him, taking a knee. You turned to the team as you stood behind the head coach, in line with the others. You tried to avoid any prolonged eye contact as you swept over the team briefly. Nate on the other hand was having a difficult time listening to what Bednar was saying as he stared at you. He wasn’t the only one, others were also trying to size you up and figure you out. How much of the girl they saw in the clip were you in real life? As you stood there in the baggy coach’s outfit and your hair pulled into a ponytail, the only thing that seemed to resemble that girl was the smile you offered them. Eventually, Bednar finished what he was saying and turned toward you, motioning for you to join him. You glided over and placed your toe pick in the ice to stop, a slight motion that did not go unnoticed by a bunch of hockey players who had no toe picks. “This is Coach Y/L/N. I’ve already told you guys a bit about her, but why don’t you introduce yourself,” Bednar said to you. You nodded and your smile brightened a small amount. Here’s the performance.

           “Hi guys! My name is Y/N Y/L/N. I’m excited to be here with you all and I look forward to getting to know you and working with you. Um, I am the liaison for this program and partnership between the NHL and USFS, so if you have any questions about it feel free to ask me. I can pretty much answer whatever you want to know as I attended like every meeting and helped coordinate it all. And…yeah. I’m just happy to be here and excited to see how this goes,” You said, holding your hands behind your back to hide how much they were shaking. You may be the spokesperson and speak frequently at events, but that didn’t mean you were always comfortable doing so. You glanced around and were relieved to see some smiles, even if they were toothless ones. That was when you caught the eye of number 29. He gave you a soft grin and looked away, almost as if he had been caught. Nate was thankful he had a helmet on so no one could point out the redness creeping its way into his face.

~ ~ ~

           About an hour later, you had a group of about 8 players with you. Since you had to get to know everyone’s skating strengths and weaknesses before you could move forward with a plan of action to improve their skating, you ran them through a basic drill to see which edge and side they stopped and turned momentum on quicker. As you were watching their footwork intently, Nate was watching you, and Gabe was watching him. The captain had never seen his friend so interested in someone so quickly.

           You turned back to the group in a sharp movement after watching Kadri go through the drill and did not pay attention to your own foot placement. Before you knew it, the back of your blade got caught up in the baggy sweats by your other foot and you stumbled forward. Thankfully, from years of skating you had quick reflexes and righted yourself within a second, letting out an embarrassed giggle. You weren’t the only one with quick reflexes though as you saw at least 5 pairs of gloved hands lunge toward you to keep you upright. “You ok?” Nate asked. He had lunged the closest to you, something that did not go unnoticed by Gabe, or the others for that fact.

           “I’m fine, thanks. These things are too baggy. I’m not used to skating in sweats,” you replied, smiling at him and thanking the cold air of the ice rink for already turning your cheeks pink, and not just from embarrassment. You locked eyes with the center, and as his concern turned into a soft smile, you couldn’t help the butterflies that seemed to take flight in your stomach. It seemed like a Hallmark movie moment, until someone spoke up and ruined it.  

           “You could always just take them off,” a voice suggested. You looked up with raised eyebrows to find Tyson Jost looking horrified at the words that he had just uttered. “I didn’t mean it that way! I am so sorry. I meant that you could, like, wear something else. But definitely still wear something. And…”

           “Laps, now” Gabe gave a slight shove to Tyson and the hockey player took off with one more ‘sorry’ being uttered over his shoulder. Gabe then turned back to you.

           “He didn’t mean that in a negative way,” he tried to explain for his teammate. You broke into a smile and laughed lightly.

           “I know. It was kind of fun to watch him sputter though,” you shrugged. Gabe looked shocked. He didn’t think you would take this so lightly, with it being your first day and not knowing everyone’s personality yet. Everyone else started to laugh as they gave Jost a hard time as he came back around.

           “I think you are going to fit in just fine here coach,” Gabe chuckled. You smiled at him and the rest of the players who were laughing as well, nodding along. You turned your attention back to Nate who was still standing next to you and giggled as he sent you a quick wink before skating back to his teammates. Yeah, you think your going to like it here.

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