#I just feel full of nervous chaotic energy a lot of the time and no way to burn it off

[insanechayne]

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[puckinghischier]

Hat Trick

Nico Hischier x fem!reader, Jack Hughes x platonic!reader, Luke Hughes x platonic!reader

summary: part 4 of the locksmith series! reader attends her first ever devil’s hockey game, and leaves a few pucks richer than when she came

notes: y’all i think this is my favorite part of this lil series so far. i literally wrote this in one sitting. i’m so happy with how it turned out. i hope you are too!! happy reading!! 🫶🏼

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part 1, part 2, part 3

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You’ve been to a lot of Hughes centered hockey games in your life. You’ve been to watch both Quinn and Luke play during their time in Michigan, and you’ve been to watch several of Jack’s minor league games when you were teenagers.

Though somehow, despite how long you’ve been intertwined with the hockey breathing family, you had never been to a professional game. You talked about making a trip to Vancouver with your family at some point to watch Quinn, but it never worked out with your school schedule. You wanted to come watch Jack with the Devils a few times, too, but the plans always fell through.

You wish you’d tried harder right about now, because walking into the Prudential center, red and black everywhere you look, you’re a little overwhelmed.

Jack had told you exactly where to go and who to call if you got lost, but getting there wasn’t the issue. Finally having your car with you helped with that, considering it was delivered just yesterday. The company that you hired to haul your car to you had gotten the date of your move wrong, so you had been depending on Jack and Luke for rides anywhere outside of walking distance.

Today, though, they were needed at the rink far earlier than you would’ve been allowed in. And, in true superstitious hockey player fashion, they claim they can’t ride to the rink together for home games because the last time they did they lost the game. So, you were extremely excited when you got the call that your car had just been parked outside of the apartment complex the day before.

You had found the arena just fine, leaving your car with the valet Jack had told you to go to. You had gone to the entrance designated for friends and family of the players, flashing the locker room pass Jack had given you, and even managed to find your way to the public areas of the arena by yourself.

The issue you had run in to stems from the fact that not only had you never attended an NHL game before, but you had never attended an NHL game alone.

Even though you blended in with the crowd outwardly, donning a devil’s jersey like everyone else, you were way out of your element. Usually at the boys’ games you had Ellen and Jim with you, or your own parents. They always made you feel like you belonged a little more, because they would explain certain fan behavior to you.

You knew all you had to do was simply sit and watch the game, but with the energy being so chaotic leading to the rivalry game, you knew that the fans were going to be absolutely buzzing. People were walking past you, jumping in front of you for high-fives and fist bumps, yelling “GO DEVS!” before walking away like nothing had ever happened. You didn’t miss the occasional dirty look from anyone in a blue Rangers jersey, either.

When you had first made your way to the foyer area at the front of the arena, you had already seen security having to separate a Devils fan and a Rangers fan. They had been screaming at one another over something that you couldn’t make out when the Rangers fan slammed his fist into the Devils fan’s cheek.

The scene made you a little apprehensive about how the game was going to go. You knew this was one of the biggest rivalries that existed in the hockey world, and you had read that the Rangers had a tendency to play extremely physical, so you were nervous for all of the Devils players you were growing fond of.

You eventually make your way to your seat, but not before going full fan mode and buying a foam finger at one of the many merchandise stands you passed on your way. You thought Jack and Luke would get a kick out of it, figuring you’d need all the help you could get after they see what you’re wearing.

You kept your promise to Nico, currently sporting the number 13 on your back. You felt a little silly, honestly. You had never not worn a Hughes jersey to a hockey game before; you always wore the jersey of whatever brother you were watching, even if you had to buy one. But the conversation you had with Nico a few nights prior kept playing on a loop in your mind. The promise of a hat trick was too tempting to miss out on. Plus, even if he didn’t get a hatty, you knew you’d have the chance to make him do anything you wanted him to.

As you walk down the stairs towards your seat, foam finger on display proudly, you take in the pure atmosphere of the place. The arena looked huge from where you stood, lights dimmed and a red shadow cast over everything in sight. Not many people had made their way into the seating area yet, but there were a few fans bunched around the glass, waiting for the players to come out and start their warm ups.

You were pleasantly surprised when you found your seat free of any bodies, being able to settle in and wait for the arrival of the players on the ice. As the minutes ticked by, a few people made their way to your area, smiles and chants of ‘go Devils!’ once again filling the air around you.

You could see why people enjoyed coming to games so much. The sense of community was so strong in this building. Everyone was here to support the same cause, one goal in mind: a Devils win. You started to survey all the signs that fans had brought, setting them up against the glass for the players to see. Some of them had clever saying or riddles on them, some simply reading “puck?” with their favorite player’s number on it.

You also noted how many people were wearing Jack and Luke’s last name on their back. Even as you were driving up to the arena, you noticed the large presence of 86’s and 43’s surrounding you. It was odd, really, to see how many people were supporting your boys. It made your heart swell with pride, a little bit. To physically see the amount of people that believe in them the way you always have was enough to sell you on attending every Devils game from here until the end of time.

The newfound knowledge also further calmed your nerves surrounding your decision of wearing Nico’s jersey tonight. You had seen plenty of number 13’s floating around in the crowd, too, but Jack and Luke clearly had no lack of fan support.

The sound of pucks hitting the ice is what broke your attention from observing the people around you. You instantly clocked Luke’s curls, finding Jack not far from where Luke had settled on the ice. You looked around, trying to find a familiar head of brown hair you hadn’t seen nearly enough. Was he not warming up today? Was he okay? Did Luke actually hurt him the other day and he wasn’t playing today?

You don’t remember either of your roommates mentioning that their captain was hurt. That’s something they would’ve mentioned at least once, right? You continue to scan the ice for any sign of the Swiss man you couldn’t get off of your mind, not paying attention when Jack started skating in your direction. A loud bang on the glass in front of you was what finally broke your investigation.

“You’re here!” Jack yells through the glass at you, ignoring all the shouts of his name from the people standing around you.

“I told you I wasn’t going to miss it!” you shouted back, wondering if he could even hear you in the noisy environment.

Movement behind Jack caught your eye, Luke making his way over to stand next to his brother, causing an entirely new wave of sound to erupt around you.

“Bouy! You made it!” Luke shares his brother’s surprise, eyes flitting down to the jersey you’re wearing, noticing the black C that neither his nor Jack’s jersey had.

“Did you guys really have no faith I would show up tonight? Am I that bad of a friend?” you ask them, wondering why they thought you would be a no-show.

“Know it isn’t your scene, is all,” Jack shouts back, shrugging his shoulders, smile on his face.

“Uh-uh, it is now. Look, I even bought a foam finger! I’m legit, now!” you wave your newest Devils merch around.

They both shake their heads and laugh, your eyes wandering to the ice behind them once again.

“Who ya looking for, huh?” Luke is the one to notice they no longer held your attention, turning his head to look at his teammates warming up behind them.

“Oh, no one. Just, taking it all in,” you try to recover. Luke simply looks at you, the moment he caught you staring at Nico in your living room in the back of his mind.

“It’s awesome, right? I’m telling you, you’ll be wanting to come to every home game by the end of the night. There’s nothing like a Devils home game,” Jack tells you, oblivious to Luke’s implications moments ago.

Jack must have decided it was time to acknowledge some of the fans around you, skating off after he finishes his statement.

“He’ll be out in a minute, just so you know. Got hung up in a pre-game interview,” Luke’s muffled voice travels through the glass.

“Huh? Who? What’re you talking about?” you look at him, confusion taking over your features.

Luke deadpans at you, basically telling you to cut the bullshit. “You know who, Y/N.”

“Really, don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m here for you and Jack, remember?” you remind him.

“Yeah? Then why do you have Cap’s jersey on?” Luke questions, raising an eyebrow at you.

Your head shoots down to look at the jersey you were wearing, cheeks turning red. You had almost forgotten you were even wearing it, too distracted by the atmosphere around you.

“Don’t think you’re getting away with that, by the way. He’ll be getting an earful once he gets out here, don’t you worry. And god help him when Jack finally notices. Might be the first time a player gets a penalty against his own teammate,” Luke continues, looking over to where Jack is chucking pucks over the ice a few feet away.

“It was Nico’s idea. Said he wanted to mess with you guys, is all. Then said if I wore it he would score a hat trick, and if he didn’t he owed me a favor of my choosing. Figured it’d be fun to mess with him and make him do some outrageous task. You know I never miss the opportunity to get under yours and Jack’s skin, either. Couldn’t resist the offer,” you confess.

Luke rolls his eyes, not wanting to call bullshit out here in the open like this, deciding to save the rest of the conversation for when you get home tonight.

You were going to respond, try to further plead your case, when you see a blur of red jump onto the ice from over near the Devils’ bench. Any attention you had granted to Luke was gone, watching a much anticipated head of hair flopping around as Nico does a few circles on the ice. You watch him wave to a few fans around the glass, conversing with a few of his teammates as he made his way around the ice.

Luke watches you follow Nico’s figure glide around on the ice, laughing to himself at how you were just trying to convince him you weren’t looking for anyone.

“I think I’ve proved my point,” you barely hear as Luke starts to skate away, noticing his captain skating over towards your section of the glass.

You’ve tuned out the shouts of Nico’s name around you as he makes eye contact with you, skating towards you with a smile.

“Hey! You’re here!” he winks at you, parroting Jack and Luke’s words. “And I see you chose the right jersey!” he lets his eyes fall to the jersey swallowing your body, eyes a bit bright than they were a few seconds ago.

“Why did no one think I was going to show up?” you huff out, throwing your arms up, foam finger still attached to your hand.

“Jack and Luke were convinced you’d bail because of your aversion to hockey crowds. But I see you’ve made yourself right at home,” he chuckles, nodding towards the foam finger.

“Well, yeah. Had to make myself official, y’know?” you give the foam accessory a small wave.

Nico laughs, sliding his feet back and forth in short strokes, planting his stick on the ice for stability.

“You ready to score that hat trick you promised, Cap?” you shout to him, crossing your arms in a challenging stance.

“Never been more ready in my life, Bouy,” Nico smirks.

“If you keep using that nickname I won’t be so nice in choosing a favor for you to do when you don’t score your hatty,” you threaten, hating that Jack introduced the nickname to Nico in the first place.

“Oh, I’m gonna score that hatty,” he moves closer to the glass, making sure you can hear him. “My good luck charm did exactly what I asked her to do, so I’d say my chances are pretty solid.”

You’re so focused on Nico’s words that you completely miss Jack making his way back over to your area, slapping Nico on the back once he reaches his destination.

“Hey, Cap! ‘Bout time you made it out here. Was starting to wonder if someone was going to have to come and save you.”

Nico removes his eyes from your flushed face, turning to chat with Jack as you’re left speechless.

You miss the rest of their conversation, too caught up in Nico calling you his good luck charm. You were entering very dangerous territory, here. Every conversation you have with the man bringing you farther and farther into a rabbit hole you might not be able to climb back out of.

On top of being stunned, you’re also confused. You’ve overheard Luke and Jack talk about Nico’s interactions with women. The amount of times they’ve poked fun at his obliviousness to women’s advances not forgotten. Or the way they claim he’s too focused on his career to think about anything other than hockey. You remember one story Jack told of Nico completely misreading a conversation with a woman at the bar, begging Jack to take him home after he all but ran away from the woman, claiming a stomach ache when she tried to coax him into an uber.

So, what was different about you? He clearly had no issues with casually sliding in comments that, although you try to convince yourself otherwise, are naturally flirtatious in their nature. When you let your eyes wander you notice Luke watching the interaction. He follows the way Nico’s gaze flicks over to you every few seconds, even though he’s in the middle of a conversation with Jack. Luke meets your eyes and gives you look you can’t decipher.

“Y/N, what the fuck are you wearing?” you hear Jack’s voice, snapping your head to look at his face, his eyes focused on the black C on the upper left side of the jersey you’re wearing.

“A…jersey?” you answer apprehensively.

“Yeah, I can see that. But why do you have on Neeks’ jersey, specifically?” He asks you, but looks at the player standing next to him.

“Guess she decided the better jersey wasn’t even in the Hughes family at all,” Nico references the argument Jack and Luke were having days prior.

Jack looks back at you, expecting an explanation from you. You open your mouth a few times to answer, but the reasoning of ‘I just wore it to get under your skin’ doesn’t seem appropriate when you can see the underlying anger on his face.

“You know what, I don’t have time for this. I need to actually warm up, but this conversation isn’t over,” Jack shoots to two of you a glare before skating away, huffing like a little kid.

“I knew he would get mad!” you point an accusing (foam) finger at Nico.

“Don’t worry, he’ll get over it. It’s just one game.”

“Well I’ll let you handle this then, mr. nonchalant. It was your idea, it’s your bomb to diffuse,” you wipe your hands of the situation.

“Gladly,” Nico flashes you a smile. “By the way, heads up,” he warns you before chucking a puck over the glass, watching it land on the ground beside you. You bend over to pick it up, noticing the writing on the back.

You read the scribble of “hatty” followed by the date and Nico’s signature in silver marker, looking up to see him skating off with a wink.

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After you watched Jack throw his fit about you wearing Nico’s jersey from afar, earning nothing but a laugh from the jersey owner himself, they both skated away from each other to start actually warming up for the game ahead. You noticed Jack kept glaring at Nico, shoulder checking him a few times for good measure. Jack wouldn’t even look over at you, earning a pout from you when you made eye contact with Luke, begging him to do something to make Jack love you again.

Luke just shrugged at you as if to say “told you so,” choosing to focus on his warm ups instead. As the players left the ice to prepare for puck drop, you watched Jack finally look over to you, sporting a glare and giving a shake of his head before he disappeared from your view.

Even after the game started, you could still feel Jack’s pouting from where you sat. He was hesitant to pass the puck to Nico, costing them a few chances at goals. You cursed him every time, worried that this would’ve happened. You don’t know what was said, but during one of the tv timeouts, Nico skated over to Jack and all you could see was a finger poking out to jab Jack in the chest. Jack’s face grew more and more unimpressed as the conversation went on, but ultimately Jack nodded and skated off, rolling his eyes when he looked over to you.

For the rest of the period, you noticed Jack was better about passing the puck, no longer alienating Nico from his plays. He was still mad, though. You could see it in his body language and how he was playing rougher than he normally does. As soon as the first period was over, you were out of your seat and making your way down to the locker rooms. You flashed your pass and waited patiently after you asked someone to go fetch Jack for you, claiming it was an emergency.

Jack comes walking out of the locker room into the hallway, towel around his neck, jersey left behind.

“Okay, get it all out now, or so help me god I’ll jump onto that ice and beat some sense into you,” you tell him, wanting him to get all of his anger out of his system.

“You always wear one of our jersey’s, Y/N. Always. This is your first time watching me and Luke in a professional game, and you’re wearing someone else’s jersey?” Jack asks you, a small bit of hurt showing on his face.

“Jack, it was a joke. A last minute plan between the two of us. We thought it’d be funny since you and Luke were arguing about it,” you tell him, feeling a little bad that he genuinely seems hurt. “Plus, I didn’t really want to choose between you and Luke. It was hard. I had all three jerseys laying on my bed earlier, and I just couldn’t choose between the two of you.”

“I still don’t like that you wore someone else’s jersey,” Jack grumbles.

“It’s just one game, Jack, it’ll be fine. I promise this isn’t going to become a habit,” you assure him, reaching up to ruffle his hair, regretting your decision when you feel how sweaty it is.

“You sure about that?” Jack asks you, catching you off guard.

“What?”

“Oh c’mon, Y/N,” Jack starts, dropping his arms to his sides. “Don’t act like you haven’t been staring at him the whole game.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you feel your cheeks heating.

“You can’t lie to me, remember? Know you too well,” he tells you, reminding you he’s always been able to tell when you’re caught in a lie.

“I mean…maybe I’ve been watching him. So what? He’s your friend, Jack. Not to mention our neighbor and the only teammate of yours I really know,” you try to justify.

“Bullshit. You’re into him.”

“No, I’m not!” you say too quickly, your voice going up in pitch, causing you to clear your throat. The sudden change in conversation came out of nowhere, causing your brain to short circuit.

“Oh yeah? Then why do you ask about him every time Luke and I mention practice, or our jobs in general? Why do you always ask us if Nico made it home when we get home from practice? Or when you spent basically the whole night talking to him at the bar your first night here?” Jack asks you, waiting for your answers.

“I- I don’t ask about him that much,” you say, trying to retrace your conversations with Jack and Luke. Maybe you do ask about him more than you thought. “And I spent the night at the bar being shuffled around from table to table, which you did!” you remind him, having felt like you were speed dating, but platonically.

“When I came to get you to leave you were completely alone with him in a dark corner of the bar,” Jack throws back at you.

“He came and found me. I was on the phone with my mom and he decided to come check on me. I had nothing to do with that,” you defend.

Jack still doesn’t look convinced, crossing his arms once again, tilting his head towards you. “Listen, I’m not trying to start an argument. You know how I feel about having a thing for my teammates. But, out of all the guys on the team, I guess you could’ve done worse.”

You open your mouth to respond, trying to defend yourself once again, but Jack interrupts you before you can get a word out.

“Listen, none of this is really important right now. We can talk about it when I’m not in the middle of a game, but I still don’t really like that you wore his jersey instead of mine or Luke’s,” he circles back to the original conversation. “I mean, you’ve known him for like, two weeks. Joke or not. You know what people think when you wear someone’s jersey, right?”

“It’s not like that, I swear. And it’s not like I’m the only one here wearing his jersey, Jack,” you tell him.

“I know, but I’m just telling you to be careful. Nico’s a good guy, but he’s also a professional hockey player. He’s going to have…admirers. And once they see that you’re actually close to the team and his jersey is the one you’re sporting, things could get messy,” Jack warns you.

You stood there for a few moments, trying to figure out how the conversation even led to what it is. You know Jack is just trying to watch out for you, but he’s jumping to conclusions way too soon. It’s one game, and no one even knows who you are. Plus, it’s a harmless joke. It’s not like you’re wearing his jersey for any other reason.

“Thanks, Jack, really. But I assure you, I only wore it because he suggested it. He wanted to pick fun at you and Luke, that’s it. I’m sure he’ll tell the same story if asked about it,” you reiterated, trying to reassure him.

“Wait, he asked you to wear his jersey?”Jack asks you, surprise in his eyes.

“Yeah, he asked me to wear it to poke fun at the two of you. Then told me he’d score a hat trick if I agreed to wear it, so I did. Thought it’d be fun to see,” you shrugged, not seeing the big deal.

“So, he wanted you to wear his jersey and he promised to score a hatty if you did?” You nod at Jack’s echo of your words.

Jack stares at you, looking like he wants to say something but decides against it. The look on his face has you wondering if he knows something you don’t. You decided to let it go, though, and shoo him back into the locker room.

“Alright, talk over. Go back in there and get ready, you have some Rags to beat!” you push him away from you. You hear him laugh as you walk away, thinking about the conversation the whole way back to your seat.

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Shit. He actually did it. He scored a fucking hat trick. The crowd goes absolutely wild when Nico’s shot sails straight into the goal as the buzzer sounds, signaling the end of the game. You jump up from your seat, screaming as loud as you can with the crowd around you. You bang against the glass, cheering for Nico as he celebrates with his teammates.

Once he breaks away from the group hug, he skates right over to you, pointing a gloved finger in your direction. You flash him a huge smile, not even caring that you lost whatever bet – if you could even call it that – you had going on with Nico. You were too high on the atmosphere. The goal causing the Devils to win in the last second, ego a little inflated at the thought that you could’ve contributed to it.

After the players left the ice and the crowd started to disperse a bit, you slowly made your way back down to the locker room, having been told to wait there after the game by Jack. You took in the sight of the happy fans milling about the arena, soaking in the energy for a little bit longer. You didn’t realize just how much you were soaking it in until you realized the time, figuring the guys would be changed and ready to go any minute.

 As you were walking down the hallway to where other friends and family of the team gathered, you felt a harsh contact with your shoulder. It flung your body back, nearly making you lose your balance until you caught yourself at the last second.

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t see you,” you said, knowing it wasn’t your fault, but apologizing anyways.

“Obviously,” you heard a deep voice say, a man in a blue Rangers jersey standing across from you, rolling his eyes.

“Well, no need to be rude about it. You bumped in to me, y’know,” you grumbled out, a little pissed as the man’s response after you apologized first.

“Watch it, bitch. Just cause your shitshow of a team won tonight doesn’t mean you’re truly better than us. Just wait till next game. We’ll smoke your asses,” he spits out at you, letting you smell the alcohol on his hot breath.

“What the hell does the game have to do with you bumping in to me? The two are completely unrelated,” you question, stepping back and scrunching your nose at the foul smell.

“Keep talking, bitch, and I’ll show you just how bad we can beat the Devils asses,” the man steps forward, stumbling a bit before correcting himself.

“Alright, chill out. It’s just a game, buddy,” you back up against the wall next to you, trying to put some distance between you and him.

“God, why do you puck bunnies never shut the fuck up? I literally told you to stop talking, what part of that don’t you understand?” he backs you up even further, not leaving much room for you to make an escape.

“Technically you told me to keep talking,” you say before you can think better of it.

The man basically growls at you raising his hand back. To do what, you never find out, because a voice brings him back to reality, making him seem to remember he’s in public.

“I suggest you drop your hand and step away.”

The man’s head whips around, looking behind him. Once he steps back from you slightly, you make your escape, removing yourself from the wall.

You see Nico standing a few feet away from you, a grey suit on his body, his hair covered by a cream color beanie.

“Oh, how convenient. Captain to the rescue,” the guy slurs, turning his body to fully face Nico.

“Do I need to call security or are you going to be smart and get the fuck out of my arena?” Nico spits, surprising you with his harshness.

“Whatever. I’m going. Don’t be so dramatic. The puck bunny started it, anyways,” the man waves you off, stumbling away without a glance back.

Nico watches him walk away, stepping towards you the second the man is out of view.

“Are you okay? Did he do anything to you? Do I need to go get security?” He fires off questions, concern present in his brown eyes.

“No, I’m fine. He bumped into me then started spewing some bullshit about the game. I asked him how the two were related and he just kept talking about how he was gonna show me how ‘we can really beat the Devils asses’,” you put up air quotes.

“Are you sure?” his eyes continue to look you up and down, darting across your face to check for any sign showing you weren’t okay.

“Really, it’s fine. He didn’t do anything. Thank you, though. For scaring him away,” you assure him, causing him to relax.

“Of course. Seems to be a pattern, after all. Me running to your rescue,” he references your previous encounters. Letting you into your apartment, getting the bartender’s attention so you could order a drink that same night, his help when you were making dinner just a few nights ago. He really did always show up when you needed help.

You look up at him with a smile. “My very own knight in shining armor.”

He bows dramatically. “M’lady.”

You laugh at the action, causing Nico to join in.

“So I guess I owe you a congratulations, huh?” you ask after your laughter dies down.

Nico beams at you, pulling a stack of three pucks out of the bag slung over his shoulder, the tape they’re held together by reading ‘hat trick”. He holds them out towards you, signaling you to grab them.

“Here, they’re yours. You’re the reason I got them, after all,” he tells you, placing the pucks into your hand.

“I don’t think I had anything to do with it,” you look at your hand before looking back up at Nico.

“Sure you did. I told you if you wore the jersey I’d score one. And you did. And then I scored three goals. I told you, you’re my goodluck charm,” he smiles at you, shrugging like a hat trick was no big deal.

You roll your eyes at him, trying to fight a smile. “Sure, whatever you say, Cap.”

He chuckles at your sarcasm, shaking his head at you.

“Guess I need to pocket that ridiculous favor I had in mind, then,” you tell him, toying with the pucks, thinking about how he gave you four different ones tonight.

“I’m sure you can save it for future use. Think you’ll be able to cash it in sooner than you think,” he tells you, a confused look on your face.

“You won, though. I wore the jersey, you scored three goals. That was the whole thing,” you remind him, not knowing where he was going with his statement.

“You never asked me what I got if I did score a hatty.”

You were taken aback by his words, not realizing that was part of the deal. “Okay…well, what do you get, then?”

“You have to do me a favor,” he tells you, grin on his face.

You furrow your brows, confused. “I thought the whole point of my end of the deal was because I already did you a favor?”

“You did. But now I get to ask you for another one,” he rocks back on his heels, way too giddy about the situation.

You look at him, a little scared at what he has planned. He just continues to look at you, his shit-eating grin still extremely present.

“Okay…what is it?” you ask him, getting impatient.

“Oh, I’m not telling you yet. I’ll cash it in when I’m ready,” He replies, amused at the unamused look on your face.

“Seriously? You’re not going to tell me what cruel fate you’re subjecting me to?”

You hear the voices of Jack and Luke echoing through the hallway on the other end of the room. You turn your head away from Nico, watching the two brothers make their way towards you, lost in their own conversation.

“All in due time, dear Bouy,” Nico says, taking a step back from you.

Your distaste for the nickname shows on your face, causing Nico’s eyes to twinkle, loving how mad you get over the silly name he still hasn’t learned the origin of.

“Whatever. Keep it to yourself, then. I don’t care,” you lie.

“Have a good night. See you soon,” Nico says with a wink, turning to walk in the direction of Jack and Luke, giving them a wave as he passes them. Both of them look up and notice you standing where he just came from, turning to look at each other with raised eyebrows.

You look down at the pucks in your hand once more, looking at the emblem on top noting what game and date they were from. When you look at the bottom of the last puck, you catch a streak of silver reflecting off of the fluorescent lights in the hallway. Turning it completely upside down, you make out the 9 digits of a phone number scribbled along the bottom, matching the handwriting of the words and signature on the first puck Nico gave you that night.

“Hey, ready to go? We’re starving. Luke wants waffles so we’re going to meet a few of the guys at a diner not far from the apartment, you want go?” Jack asks as the two approach you.

You don’t respond, too stuck on the fact that Nico gave you his phone number on the bottom of his hat trick pucks. You’re impressed at how smooth it was, but also freaking out and trying not to jump to conclusions. It’s just a phone number. It could mean nothing. Maybe he just wanted you to have it because you’re neighbors? Or because you’re so close with Jack and Luke. Maybe he wanted you to have it for emergencies.

“Hello, earth to Y/N. You good?” Luke snaps you out of your trance. You bring the pucks down to press the bottom against your leg, hiding the phone number from your roommates.

“What? Yeah. I’m fine. Great. Perfect.”

“Okay…” Jack trails off, giving you a suspicious look. “So, yes or no to the waffles?”

“Oh my god, yes. The answer to waffles is always yes,” you say excitedly.

“Okay then, let’s go. Some of the guys are already there. I’ll drive,” Jack laughs at you, walking towards the exit leading to where the players park.

“Shotgun!” Luke yells out, turning back to see your reaction to the competition that was so fierce when you were kids.

Your mind is once again on the pucks in your hands, and the player that gave them to you. You look at the numbers again, deciding the boys were far enough ahead for you to safely sneak a peek, wanting to make sure they were actually there and you weren’t seeing things. Your earlier conversation with Jack making its way back to the front of your mind, wondering if maybe Jack’s concern is relevant.

Luke just smiles and shakes his head, remembering watching his captain frantically ask around for a sharpie in the locker room, writing something on the exact set of pucks you now have in your hands before bolting from the room like a man on a mission.

[ros3ybabe]

First Impressions 🎀

I've had 4 of my 5 classes so far (one doesn't start til october) and I definitely have some thoughts on them, so I thought I'd share my first impressions!

Principals of Accounting II:

the professor seems a bit disorganized, nervous, and semi chaotic but I like his energy

so many people in southern attire, I was a bit surprised

might take a decent amount of study time and energy to keep my grade up in the class, but I'm always up for a challenge and I definitely know I'm capable

gotta figure out a time efficient study routine for this class

Learning (Psychology)

professor has an accent, no idea where he's from, but it's a cool and thankfully understandable accent

feels very content heavy. I definitely want to buy the textbook for this class

need to find a way to stay awake, that's one of the classrooms that make me sleepy

that professor likes to talk for sure (1 hour and 15 min of just the syllabus? man's can talk)

Integrated Survey of Organic and Bio Chemistry

the professor is definitely a science guy, him being the professor makes perfect sense

i really like how he explains and teaches

appreciate that all the content needed is already posted to our class online and all the slides are available already

I love science based classes because I know how to succeed in them and this one seems no different

I have a friend in the class so that's nice!

Intro To Business (Online)

lots of content

lots to do

I gotta make sure I time manage for this class cause otherwise, I'm gonna fall behind

an introduction video?? why not just a discussion post?? ahhhhh

Overall, with working full time, this is going to be an incredibly stressful, incredibly busy semester, but I'm so up for the challenge, and I know I can do it. I just gotta study efficiently, time manage properly, and keep disciplined. I WILL be successful.

til next time lovelies 🩷

[emma23]

The chains we wear:

Steven grant x reader

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The hum of the museum's fluorescent lights was the only sound filling the air as Y/N leaned against the counter of the souvenir shop, watching Steven Grant with mild amusement. His brown curls were in disarray, his sleeves rolled up as he nervously rearranged the shelves of mini pyramids and scarab beetles for the hundredth time. She smiled, knowing full well that no one had touched the display since the morning. It was just Steven’s way—fidgeting when he felt nervous or out of place.

"You know," she began, pushing herself off the counter and crossing her arms, "you’ve already organized those scarabs three times today. Are you trying to summon an ancient Egyptian god or something?"

Steven jumped at the sound of her voice, his glasses sliding slightly down his nose as he turned to face her. "Oh, blimey, sorry, love! Didn’t mean to, uh, zone out there. It’s just, you know, I’ve been reading up on some hieroglyphs and, well, turns out these little scarabs—well, not these specifically, they’re just plastic—but the real ones, they were a symbol of Khepri, the god of rebirth and the sunrise! Fascinating stuff, right?"

Y/N grinned, unable to stop herself from enjoying his rambling. His passion for ancient Egypt never failed to charm her, even when it veered into the absurd. "That is fascinating, Steven. But I think the tourists just want a cute paperweight, not a lesson in Egyptian mythology."

He blushed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Right, yeah. Sorry. I tend to go on a bit, don’t I?"

"A bit? Try a lot," she teased, stepping closer to him. Her eyes softened as she took in the sight of him, still nervously shifting from one foot to the other. "But it’s cute. You’re cute."

Steven’s blush deepened, and he stammered, "Oh, uh, th-thanks. That’s…that’s really nice of you to say, love."

They fell into a comfortable silence for a moment, Steven awkwardly adjusting his glasses, and Y/N leaning against the counter, watching him with a fondness she hadn’t expected to feel so strongly.

"I've been meaning to ask you something," she said, breaking the silence.

"Yeah? What’s that?"

Her lips curled into a mischievous smile. "Why haven’t you asked me out yet?"

Steven froze, his hands mid-reach towards a display of keychains. "W-What?" His eyes widened behind his glasses, the panic in them unmistakable. "Ask…ask you out?"

"Yeah," Y/N said casually, as if she hadn't just dropped a bombshell. "You know, like dinner? A date?"

"I, uh—" Steven sputtered, his hands now flailing as if trying to find something to do. "I didn’t think you’d—well, I mean, why would you—"

"Steven," she interrupted, placing a hand on his arm to stop his nervous energy. "I like you. You’re sweet, and you’re smart, and I think you’re a little bit brilliant."

"You… you do?"

She nodded, her smile softening as she saw his shock. "Yeah, I do."

For a moment, Steven was speechless. He blinked, looking at her as if she were a mirage that might disappear at any second. But Y/N was real, and so was the warmth in her eyes. "I… I’d love to," he finally said, a shy grin spreading across his face. "Dinner, I mean. I’d really love to take you to dinner."

"Good," she said, stepping even closer, her voice dropping slightly. "Because I don’t want to wait any longer."

Dinner had been… well, it had been a disaster, but in the most Steven-like way possible. He’d accidentally ordered the wrong dish—twice—and nearly knocked over a vase of flowers when trying to pull out her chair. But Y/N had laughed through the entire evening, charmed by his awkwardness, by his honesty. There was something so refreshing about Steven, something so real.

Now, they were back at his flat, a cozy, cluttered space filled with books and Egyptian artifacts, the walls adorned with maps and charts. It was chaotic but warm, much like Steven himself.

"Sorry ‘bout the mess," he mumbled, moving a pile of books off the couch so she could sit down. "I’ve been, you know, a bit busy with work and—"

"It’s perfect," she interrupted, sitting down and patting the spot next to her. "Just like you."

Steven hesitated for a moment before sitting next to her, his hand brushing hers tentatively. "Y/N… I really don’t know what you see in me."

"Why do you say that?"

"Well, I mean, look at me!" He gestured to himself, his eyes wide and uncertain. "I’m not exactly, you know, smooth. I can barely make it through dinner without causing a catastrophe."

Y/N chuckled softly, turning to face him, her hand resting on his cheek. "That’s what I like about you, Steven. You’re real. You don’t put on an act. You’re just… you."

Steven’s breath hitched, and he leaned into her touch, his heart racing in his chest. He still couldn’t quite believe that this was happening, that she was here, with him. But when she leaned in and kissed him, soft and slow, everything else faded away.

Their clothes ended up in a crumpled heap on the floor, his hands tentative but eager as they explored her skin. He was gentle, almost reverent, as if he couldn’t quite believe she was real. And when she whispered his name, breathless and soft, it sent a shiver down his spine.

Steven wasn’t like anyone else she had ever been with. He was hesitant, unsure, but so full of emotion that it made her heart ache. His touch was soft, his kisses slow and deep, like he wanted to memorize every inch of her. And when he finally moved against her, it was with a care and tenderness that made her feel like she was the only person in the world.

"Y/N," he breathed, his voice rough with emotion, "I…I can’t believe this is happening."

She smiled, pressing a kiss to his lips. "It is, Steven. And it’s perfect."

Later, as they lay tangled together in the sheets, Y/N rested her head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. She felt content, more content than she had in a long time.

"Promise me something," she said, her voice soft.

Steven blinked, still caught in the afterglow of their intimacy. "Anything, love. I promise."

"You don’t even know what I’m going to ask."

"It doesn’t matter," he said, his fingers brushing her hair gently. "Ask me for anything. To be careful with you, to be honest with you, to bring you someone's head on a plate." He chuckled softly, his voice full of warmth. "I’ll say yes, love. You're not the only one in chains here."

Y/N laughed, nuzzling against him. "You’re such a dork."

"I try," Steven replied, grinning down at her, his eyes full of affection.

She leaned up, her lips brushing against his as she whispered, "Just promise me you’ll never change. I like you exactly the way you are."

Steven’s heart swelled, and he kissed her softly, lingering for a moment before pulling back with a sheepish grin. "I don’t think I could change even if I wanted to, love. I’m stuck with myself."

"Good," she murmured, settling back into his arms. "Because I’m stuck with you too.

[amazingmsme]

Not sure if you’re open to the idea but since I ADORE the idea of tickle monsters and tickle magic just imagine what it’d be like if the Lords in Black would be lers in their own respective ways. 👀👀

I have some THOUGHTS about the lers in black, lemme tell you! Gonna go in order of the summoning

Putting this under the cut ‘cause it got LONG

Pokotho

He will dramatically laugh along with his victim lee

He’s such a verbal tease! Uses all the classics like kitchy kitchy coo & repeatedly saying The Word & uses a singsong voice to taunt you

LOVES the sound of laughter, literal music to his ears

Loves to build anticipation before actually striking

One of the “nicer” lords & has pity on you after the fact & will cuddle the lee once he’s done & shower them with compliments about how pretty their laugh is

Uses slow light tickles to drag things out even longer, slowly increasing the intensity the longer he tickles you & lowkey his attacks can be broken down into a “three act structure” (slow build up, REAL tickling, & the finale)

Usually teams up with Wiggly or Blinky to wreck his siblings if he’s in a particularly playful mood. If one of his usual partners in crime is his intended target, then Tinky is his next choice on account of his unhinged chaotic energy

Bliklotep

The Watcher with a Thousand Eyes… of course they can see your tickle spots! You’re fucking stupid if you think otherwise not really tho

Before tickling you, he hovers his hands over the lee, wiggling fingers just inches over their skin just to watch & gauge their reactions so he knows what gets the best reaction (entirely unnecessary since they can legit just see where you’re most ticklish, but they wanna see which spots make the lee the most nervous when almost tickled & strike based on that)

Watches & takes note of every single reaction the lee makes & comments on it

He will absolutely notice if the lee likes it & hasn’t really asked for it to stop or try to get away. He’s very observant so he can just pick up on that sort of thing

When a tickle fight happens to break out amongst the lords in black, Blinky prefers to watch from the sidelines, staying quiet & enjoying the show. Eventually one of the others will notice & target him

T’Noy Karaxis

He’s such a chaotic & fun ler y’all have no idea

He wastes NO time & cuts right to the chase, making his lee burst into laughter as soon as he gets his hands on you

Likes to jump around from spot to spot to keep the lee guessing & on their toes

While Pokey will laugh along with his lee, Tinky will full on cackle alongside his victim. His laugh is loud & unhinged & very infectious, so it makes the lee laugh even more

Has more fun than the lee even if they’re having a blast, I promise you, he’s having more fun

He uses his goat horns to tickle the lee & it’s a similar feeling to a pencil or pen scraping over your skin

He likes to tease the lee about all the cute sounds they’re making & threatens to keep them in his time box so he can “do this forever”

Nibblenephim

This dude is SOOO babygirl I freaked tf out when I saw his human in The Summoning & I WILL be cosplaying him at some point but that is besides the point I just had to gush for a second

Nibbly loves to make the lee nervous because he says their anticipation & fear is “tasty”

Has long sharp claws nails & knows how to use them😈

For the most part tho, he likes to use mouth tickles because they have a brand to uphold. So expect lots of tickly kisses, nibbles & raspberries. & if he’s feeling particularly playful or ruthless, he’ll start licking

His teases mainly consist of a lot of nomming & gnoshing sounds & telling you how sweet you taste. It’s surprisingly flustering & very effective

Wiggog Y’Wrath

Mr. Tickle Me Wiggly himself, you’d think he’d be mostly lee but noooo he’s a full on switch maybe lee leaning but idk it might be a trap to lure you in

Despite being the most ticklish of the lib, he’s also the most ruthless ler so his siblings are cautious if they plan on targeting him

He’s one of the meanest teases you’ll ever meet ok? His main goal is to humiliate you, he is in it for the embarrassment & helplessness of these pathetic mortals because he’s just got so much power over them & he’s making them crumble without even using a fraction of his power. Look how helpless you are & he doesn’t even have to hurt you

Sorry I have THOUGHTS about him can you tell?

He’s slenderman in the onceler’s clothing (please I swear I have a point) he’s got tentacles & his over the top evil persona just gives me slenderman vibes. I just know he’d use his eldritch powers to his advantage in a tickle fight

Uses his dumb fuckin’ uwu speech to tease his lee & it flusters them as much as it pisses them off he’s just an obnoxious mf

His favorite spot to tickle is of course the belly well! (it’s so squishy!)

Ok I gotta stop myself before I start foaming at the mouth, this ask made me very Not Normal about these rainbow abominations

[k-tarotz]

Hiiii omg so excited for this new game !! My ult is Jay from enhypen and namjoon from bts ... initials S.P 🥰.

Thank u and have a great day / night

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disc.: please note that I am only answering people who have sent their requests in time to have a slot.

your type must be manly men

The idol most similar to your future spouse is.. Yoon Yechan!

note: This is not about looks but personality and common traits they share. Yechan is a member of 82Major which is under Great M Ent.

king of swords, ten of pentacles, eight of pentacles, the lovers, knight of wands

Okay so, there is not a lot of things they share in common but that is definitely because your future spouse is very unique. Rather than one person being similar to them, it’s a combination of Yechan and J-hope, I just chose Yechan because the only thing they have in common with Hobi is being child like and deep down having intense emotions that they are at times nervous to let out because they are afraid of the reaction of people. They are working against feeling like they always have to be the bubbly person with a sweet personality. They just wanna be chill and just be them, you know?

But with Yechan, there is more things even though there might not be as much depth to the answers as expected. So, please consider this a list rather than a deep dive into the similarities!

strong mindset - or to some, straight up stubborn. it’s in a good sense though! definitely the sort of person who has a strong sense of morals.. or at least strong opinions. it takes a lot to change their mind.

daydreamer - definitely has big daydreams, out of the ordinary that reflect their unique self.

doesn’t like to show their low moods - rather than this being because of shame or due to being afraid, it’s in a sense of not wanting to ruin the mood. very self conscious

lover boy - very loving and giving in relationships! possibly very clingy as well, in a sense of loving cuddles and kisses. “ bc like.. why are you in a relationship if you don’t even like your person?! “ to quote their energy.

chaotic - just full of energy, get’s bored easily

that’s all! thank you for participating sweetheart! 🫶🏻

- Candy

[iheart-nana]

xxxviii. undeniable

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CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT ─ undeniable.

❛ it's no surprise i turned you in cause us traitors never win ❜

Narrator's Perspective

Jagam High School, that was usually full of serious teenagers focusing on their studies as much as possible, was now filled with an excited buzz that spread throughout the campus. The energy radiating from each individual was contagious as even their parents were present, with proud smiles plastered on their faces. Time had passed by unbelievably quickly, and it was already time for Yumi and Eunyoung to graduate.

The morning had been just as chaotic as they remembered it. The two girls scrambling around the house looking for jewelry that they had handled carelessly and their mother lectured them about putting things away in a timely fashion. When they were nearly late, they stumbled out onto the road, hurrying to school for the very last time.

"Everyone's so excited," exclaimed their mom with a wide grin, "And so am I! I'm so proud of my girls!"

Both of them smiled warmly at her as they hugged each other tightly. All disagreements or bitterness between them was long forgotten as they honed their focus towards enjoying this moment. Then, to interrupt their wholesome moment, an announcement for all students to take their seats at the front sounded through the air, bringing all the playful chatter to a stop. The three pulled away and bid their goodbyes as they made their way to the front.

"I'm so nervous for the speech," Yumi confessed, her hand holding the written speech trembling.

"It's nothing to be scared about," Eunyoung assured her.

"Easy for you to say," Yumi retorted, scoffing, "You've done this more often than me."

"Look the trick is that even if you fumble, improvise and go with the flow. They're even letting us read off the paper. You'll do fine, trust me."

"And what about the people ogling? Do I picture them in their underwear like people say?"

"No one says that," Eunyoung let out a laugh, "Even if they do, it's terrible advice."

"Got it."

"Just enjoy the moment, Yumi, come on," Eunyoung said as they took their seats, "Not everyone gets to relive their high school graduation twice."

"Yeah well, I'd like to get it over with soon," Yumi dismissed her overly optimistic remark.

The Eclipse members- now including Sunjae, who joined their band as a vocalist, sat next to them and exchanged greetings. The tension between Yumi and Taesung was still very evident as he took the seat farthest from her. Eunyoung and Sunjae's eyes lingered on each other for exceptionally long before they pulled away. Inhyuk smirked, knowing all the feelings they never spoke about. 

"How obvious is the scar on my face?" Yumi whispered, "I tried to cover it up but it was too dark."

"Don't worry," Eunyoung whispered.

Soon, they were all called onto the podium to receive their diplomas and deliver a speech. Eunyoung's name was called, and she got up from her seat and made her way towards the headmaster handing over the diploma.

Sunjae's eyes scanned her movements, flowing with beauty and elegance as his lips stretched into a smile he couldn't bite back. She wore a long red dress underneath her robe, appearing as a pop of color among the astonishing number of people wearing blue such as himself. The breeze in her hair, each smile and glint in her eyes made him fall in love every time he looked at her.

"Headmaster, my teachers, faculty members and friends," she began speaking, "Who knew we'd finally make it to this podium? A lot of us have spent the year hearing taunts about how if we don't study we'd never be here. But look how things turned out. Here we are, all of us, standing tall in our graduation gowns. Jagam High has taught me a lot of things. Among learning algebra and the history of the Joseon Dynasty, it also taught me never to give up. One can never go wrong with hard work and perseverance. Your determination and willpower takes you to places in life you only dreamed about. They radiate as a silent confidence through you. As I step into a new phase of my life- college, I'm surely going to keep in mind all the values I learned from my high school that I'm going to cherish forever. Thank you for everything, Jagam High!"

The crowd erupted in cheers and applause as Eunyoung smiled and bowed before stepping down from the podium. They called Yumi's name and Eunyoung occupied Yumi's seat next to Sunjae. Sunjae smiled and whispered, "You were great." Eunyoung, blushing, replied with a quick 'thanks' before shifting her attention to Yumi.

Yumi took a deep breath before advancing towards the mic with the diploma clutched in one hand and her speech in the other. Taesung couldn't help but stare at her. Despite everything she had said to him, his heart seemed to beat only for her.

"Hello, all. Headmaster, my teachers and classmates," she started, her eyes darting from here to there, "Senior year. The words practically crashed on your head when you first heard them. We've all been through a lot this year- tests, quizzes, projects, assignments, you name it. One thing I feel we can all take away is that when faced with hurdles, it's best to sit down and attempt to resolve the problem instead of running away."

Just as she said that, her gaze landed on Taesung. The very sight of him took away her breath in an instant as she fell suddenly silent. His eyebrows shot up in confusion, but his eyes stayed locked with hers, as if to communicate feeling they themselves were oblivious to. The sea of people around them melted away as they continued staring without a care in the world. The crowd waited in anticipation, thinking it was a strategic pause. Eunyoung looked at her urgently, trying to figure out why she suddenly stopped speaking. It only took her a few seconds to spot Yumi's distraction. Promptly, she began clapping as Yumi and Taesung tore away. Soon, the rest of the crowd clapped, half snickering and half confused as a Yumi fled from the stage with a flushed face.

Taesung looked at Eunyoung, feigning confusion. But at the back of his mind, he knew exactly what that moment meant.

"Look, I didn't mean to interrupt your little movie moment, but as Yumi's sister I had to save her from complete humiliation," she said to him plainly.

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nana's notes: yumi and taesung need to figure shit OUT

delphi's notes: eunyoung saved the day again 🏅

next chapter: friday list of chapters here!

[honey-tea-and-cookies]

Best thing about the rising signs? Their best quality for each? This could be a cute, small yet important series.

Absolutely! (I'm sorry if these are a bit short)

Best Qualities of Each Rising Sign

Aries: Their ability to (at least appear) unfazed, unbothered by any chaos going on around them. Very resilient. So good at putting up with people lmao.

Taurus: Such a cosy presence. Easy to trust, and very trustworthy. they feel like the personification of warm tea and honey. I always think of a soft purple with these guys. I don't know anything about auras or energy so idk what that means, but yeah.

Gemini: Such bright eyes! No matter what colour, their eyes are always bright and breath-taking. Also, the kind of person to make sure to include you in whatever they're doing.

Cancer: Soft. As in, physically their skin feels soft to the touch. Also their lips. Please (consensually) kiss a Cancer rising today. No one could ever hate them. Even if they're kind of an asshole, there'll always be people who have a massive soft spot for them.

Leo: One of my favourites. Chaotic??? In a super fun way. Look snuggly like bears. ALWAYS pretty. Just like, their energy is pretty. Doesn't matter what they actually look like. Great hair, every time. I try to stay angry at them, but they always make me laugh.

Virgo: Animals are naturally drawn to them. They don't always make direct eye contact, but when they do it's really sharp, and tbh that's refreshing. Pretty round cheeks, also have a very pretty cupids bow.

Libra: Just general pleasant energy. The vibes are good. Cannot be truly mad or upset around these guys, it just melts away. The warmest smiles in the whole world.

Scorpio: THE FITS ARE IMMACULATE. Make me nervous in a really good way. Always intriguing. Every time you see them, you're left thinking about them for ages. I just want to nurture you and make you feel loved and make you feel known, I love you sm.

Sagittarius: Skater kid?? Not necessarily but those are the vibes. Just a light, playful energy. Very carefree, and make others feel that way. They just make you feel so present, in the moment.

Capricorn: It's so rewarding to get to know a Capricorn rising! So soft on the inside! Honestly so helpful and supportive to people they care about. They care so, so deeply. It's really never visible on their face, but they show it with their body language a lot. You just know they are sincere when they show you they love you.

Aquarius: Very, very cool. They give other people confidence. Aquarius is known for being unapologetically themselves, and it's so reassuring to see them do that. It inspires other people to do the same.

Pisces: Unbelievably gentle souls. They have the kindest eyes. They also have this way of showing you they're listening when you talk to them, where you just know you have their full attention. They will stand up for you. The most loving, kind souls.

[spookibird]

PLEASE tell me more about penny lamb being more like legolands penny lamb that sounds so amazing and could only lead to chaos

Sure!

It would absolutely lead to chaos.

Penny in Legoland is an absolute MENACE, she argues with a lot of people in St. Cassian’s, and has been suspended at least once

And that’s not getting into the actual plot of Legoland where she travels miles, gets into a fight and gets arrested

She’s very nervous but she isn’t shy, she can and will talk for ages about stuff she's passionate about to try to conceal her nerves

This version of Penny probably joined the choir to help make friends and also because she enjoys music, maybe to help her reputation as well considering everything that happened just 2 YEARS prior

She would probably get along best with Noel actually, he would remind her of Ezra, with his flair for the dramatic, and his love for the gloomier side of life, plus I feel like they would both bond over poetry

Penny and Ricky would def be friends, she loves all his cats bc animals and also would like to listen to his stories about Zolar, furthermore, I feel like he’s one of the few who would happily listen to her ramble about animals and conservation, every time they hang out he learns a new fact about an animal

Mischa and Penny I think would be close, I feel like they would bond over having to adjust to a new society, with Mischa coming from Ukraine, and Penny coming from Elysium, they would be in similar situations

Penny would like Constance’s calm energy compared to the rest of the choir but I also think they would have similar tastes in music, tv shows and films! Constance shows her a lot of tv shows, I think they would binge watch together.

Ocean and Penny’s relationship would be tense, I feel like they would butt heads in the classroom a lot, Penny often trying to correct Ocean or vice versa, but they share a similar view on swearing and both take the choir very seriously, so they tolerate each other (I love the duo potential in RTC but Legoland Penny would absolutely hate Ocean I’m sorry)

Overall the choir would be 10x more chaotic than they already are and Penny would create problems both by accident and on purpose, most of the antics in Legoland were her ideas so that would carry over to this

She would absolutely get them in trouble on field trips by finding ways to sneak into places they shouldn’t be, Mischa absolutely encourages her, Ocean tries to stop her, she is just determined to see why they can’t go there, nothing can stop her

But once the choir finds out about the events of Legoland is when the chaos would truly start

They probably found out via someone mentioning it in the hallways or via google

Penny is extremely embarrassed

“I was 15! Young and stupid!”

“You were 15???”

She does tell them what happened in full because she trusts her friends

Mischa, Ricky, and Constance find the story hilarious, Ocean is shocked that PENNY of all people would have a criminal record before anyone else

Noel sympathises with her but also thinks it's kinda funny, he's mostly impressed they managed to pull it off

Overall they don't think any less of Penny, mostly, it's in the past and she hasn't done anything nearly as dumb as that recently and seems remorseful over it

Meeting Ezra would be a DISASTER however

Penny tries to explain to Ezra that these are her friends so he doesn’t need to worry about them

He’s protective of her tho so he’s still suspicious

He hates Ocean so much, like she walks into the room and he immediately knows he’s not going to like her, he finds her condescending, it takes months for him to be able to tolerate her (I love Ocean but the Lamb siblings would hate her)

He absolutely terrifies Constance, he doesn’t do much to scare her but he reminds her of Jane and he also spends a lot of the time just staring at her

Penny tries to explain that that’s just something he does but it doesn’t help

He is suspicious of Mischa’s bad boy persona, but trusts Penny’s judgement, he just watches him from a distance

The only two members of the choir Ezra likes are Noel and Ricky, he likes Ricky’s creativity, and Noel’s shared love of darker aspects of life

He does try to sell them drugs, they refuse, Penny has everyone leave after that

Penny still thinks it went well despite everything, most of the choir are terrified of this intense 14 year old

I just think the Legoland version of the characters would make everything 10x more chaotic and make the choir look sensible for once.

[lordhelpme0-0]

Ikemen Vampire OC: Queen Zenobia of Palmyra:

Traditional art will be here until the digital art will come out. The Trung sisters are next~!

Date of birth: September 24, b.c. 240 CE

Zodiac: Libra

Height: 157.6 cm

Occupations: Empress of Palmyra, Regent, Queen, Queen of Palmyra, Warrior

Vampiric type: Pureblood

Ethnicity: Palmyrene, Syrian

Family relations: unknown currently

Names/titles: Julia Aurelius Zenobia, Queen of Palmyra, Queen Zenobia, Empress Zenobia, Queen Mother, Empress, Septimia Zenobia, Bat-Zabbai, Septimia Zenobia Augustus, Julia Aurelius <- outside name, and etc. (she has so many names….)

Personality: Zenobia as of right now, cause she has many names!!! She is a calculating reader. Basically the female swap middle eastern Mitsuhide Akechi (IkeSen), but low key. Definitely enjoys life and spar with anyone. A known conquerer and rebellious at times. Zenobia is a traveler at heart and drinking, sparring, feasting, gossip companion with Định (Nguyễn Thị Định). She is very determined with a checked ego. Definitely will throw hands when someone insult her friends and family. She also very shrewd but no one really noticed it until the very end.

Likes:

Sweets, give her any sweets especially Arabic sweets

Knowledge - anything that has good sense of knowledge

Has a fondness for adder snakes and have three as pets

The three snakes literally scared mozart once

She is a traveler at heart, so postcards is a must with entries like diaries

Pranking just pranking but low key with good nature

Has a weird kinship with Napoleon due to their history

Definitely teases Isaac but low key on an intellectual level

Give her nah type of snakes, she will swoon

Drinking buddy and bring more girls than Arthur

Drinking buddy is Định and is very flirty with the women at the bar

Has definitely enjoy small term relationships

Arthur needs some good tips from Zenobia

Will take to the sky and land at any chance

Does Karaoke with Định but with Arabic live songs

Loves writing small poetry with impactful meaning

Will sometime speak in Latin or Greek to mess with Sebastian

Olga has to keep a constant eye while Ỷ Lan reassure her friend

Dislikes:

Monkeys…just monkeys…she despises them (due to a childhood related trauma)

Just protect her form any of the monkeys and she will definitely fall for you

Ignorant people and not factual statements cause of the not creditable things the Romans have wrote about her

Hates being referred to as Bia…just don’t call her Bia okay??

She hates Salieri to the core, he said something insulting without knowing which offended this Syrian/ palmyrene woman to the bone

He did not have a good three full week

Napoleon kissing habit

He has lost lots of clothes and bedsheets for a day

Zenobia is vengeful and will not hesitate to show it

She got it from granny dearest Olga

Basically a chaotic energetic gremlin on a leash with violent tendencies

TRIVIA!!!:

This is shown in a few of the dislikes and likes

She has beautiful calligraphy that was so good, Dazai asked to be taught about

Napoleon is sorta awkward with Zenobia when she started cursing in Egyptian cause cough cough conquest cough cough

He got over it

Loves to do karaoke and enjoys the water buffaloes presence

Has huge cool aunt energy for the residents

Zenobia hates being called Bia btw unless your close friends and family

She is very flirty and better at picking women

Has insulted a noble before and got away with it

She is so strategic she beat Arthur at any games and won bets upon bets

Definitely has yet to win one with Ỷ Lan sadly

Despite all this, she is cold and calculating when need to be

That this side was brought out by none other than William

Why Will?? Why..?!?! WHAT WAS THE REASONS?!

He did not sleep with a wink after that

Had to keep a sword or torch nearby

Also, SWEETS

No monkeys please!!

Lines:

“Well….well…well~? What do we have here?” I quickly turned around to meet a beautiful Arabic women with hauntingly sapphire blue eyes. Feeling nervous, I stepped back as she smirk while slowly sinking up to me. “It seems the little bird is afraid~?” I gasped quietly as her feature came bewitching, her smirk widen as her siren eyes flutter slowly. Time stopped.

“My~ my, little bird should be careful. You almost fell down~? Fufufu~!” She giggled slyly. I blushed when her grasp tighten around the waist. Her eyes teasing me as a blush crept up my neck. “W-well, it’s not my fault you scared me!” I quickly turned away awfully shy. She laughed wispily as she helped me up.

“Well, *Ya Amar~,” Zenobia purred as she closed in. “It seems the sand is trickling away as we speak. It’s only proper we do one last thing.” Biting my lip, I looked at the Palmyrene queen before me. “Can we…”

*Ya amar <- My Moon

Love route: ???

Storyline plot: <Yes>

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[warriorrazor]

Ever wondered what the Spooky Family boys would look like if they were corrupted like in the Friday Night Funkin’ corruption mod? Yeah I didn’t either, but then I designed them because of Discord and it was admittedly pretty fun-

I even gave them a bit of lore!

I should mention real quick that this is not at all canon to the Spooky Family AU, this is just something that I did for fun.

Anyway, fun facts time-

Skid is full of seemingly endless energy; he’s also quite loud and aggressive. Perhaps the only time he’s not acting completely feral is when he’s talking to/comforting his brother.

Pump is very quiet and skittish. He’s very clingy and often wraps his arms around Skid. It doesn’t seem to bother Skid in the least. Others will rarely ever hear Pump speak, if someone tries to talk to him he will at most speak one word answers or not at all. The only time he talks fully is with Skid.

Skid’s mouth is often drooling, Pump’s eyes are often tearing. Leaky boys.

DO NOT SEPARATE THEM. Pump will shut down, he will not move or talk. He might bite if someone gets too close. Skid on the other hand will make a straight beeline for his brother and will attack, bite, and scratch anyone who gets in his way. He might shriek as well, if he gets angry enough he could get loud enough to cause hearing loss.

Skid is the more creature-like and expressive of the two. His pupils are catlike, constricting and dilating quite often. If he needs to go faster, he’ll drop and run on all fours. He also hisses, he often does it as a warning to someone bothering him or Pump.

They don’t care about corrupting others, or any other ideas that Monster has planted in their minds. Their only goal is to find their mother whom they were separated from when they were corrupted. Their focus on this goal is usually able to overpower distracting urges. Usually.

Pump is selectively mute, sometimes he just can’t talk at all. Because of that, Skid and Pump have gone through some abandoned libraries and have read up a bit on sign language. They don’t know too much, just enough for Pump to usually convey how he’s feeling or what he wants. Words like “happy, sad, scared” and small phrases like “let’s leave, stay close, don’t get hurt”.

Candy is pretty much their fuel, and usually the only thing they eat. They feel more energized and happier when they eat candy, so they’re always searching for it. They often raid candy stores and eat just about everything in them. Their only food exceptions are spaghetti and chicken nuggets (but ONLY if they’re shaped like dinosaurs), purely for nostalgic reasons.

I also have some ramblings for them, I’ll put them under the cut so I don’t completely clog everyone’s dashes-

Since this corrupted Pump was once just like SF Pump, he would have trouble trusting adults and get nervous around them. Of course he felt comfortable around Lila, but Pico was also an exception. Pico had babysat them for a while, and had slowly begun to gain past Pump’s trust.

However, Pico was corrupted before Skid and Pump. Pico then corrupted the two of them.

Since Pump and Skid were corrupted by the one other adult Pump was just beginning to trust, that destroyed basically all trust he had in adults. When he’s around an adult, regardless if they’re corrupted or not, he will cling tightly to Skid and refuse to say a word. He may whisper to Skid if he feels brave enough to speak at all.

~~~

Since Pump became corrupted, he has become a lot more clingy. He very often leans against Skid, or he’ll even wrap his arms tightly around Skid arm when they’re walking together. Thing is, Skid super doesn’t mind, in fact he really likes it. He’s always been a very cuddly person, and gives Pump all the hugs he wants.

Often after raiding a candy store, they’ll sit together outside on the grass, lay against each other, and silently gaze at the stars. The combination of the contact and the hypnotic stars makes them feel calm and peaceful, emotions they don’t usually get to feel because of the corruption.

It also lets them feel hope. Hope that one day, everything will go back to normal and they’ll find their mother, and that they’ll be a whole family again.

~~~

Skid and Pump are usually very understanding of each other, but sometimes Skid’s chaotic tendencies and aggressiveness can bother Pump. Pump can usually just say “stop” or sign it, but sometimes Skid might be too hyper to hear him. So sometimes Pump will just. Bite him. Not hard enough to draw blood or anything but it sure gets Skid’s attention. It doesn’t bother Skid, in fact he sorta appreciates it since he misses the days where he was more easily able to take into account Pump’s emotions.

Kinda like “FUCK YOU ILL RIP YOUR LEGS OFF OW- oh. Okay. Never mind.”

(Also Pump doesn’t like it when Skid swears. That’s another thing.)

[crystal-moon-101]

Charmcaster and Mike!💚

I present to you the chaotic magical duo! They were pretty fun to draw with their colours and different body shapes, and these two I've been really wanting to talk about since I've made a lot of rewrite changes for them. Before I get into that, I recommend you read my Dagon Arc Rewrite, to get a better idea of where I've taken these characters, as I involved them quite a bit in that story line. Albedo will be the next redesign eventually, and I'm glad people are liking what I'm doing with these characters so far.

-Mike Morningstar-

Soooo, Mike. He's always been an interesting concept to me, because there are two ways you could make his character go. One way is to just go full out with the creep and power hungry factor, making him a villain through and through, which can provide a very eerie character, which is the route canon mostly too. The other way, which I've taken, is you could make him a very complicated character, tragic even, with the idea of "If someone was born with dark magic, how would the world treat them", and since canon (Both the original series and reboot timeline) as taken the more evil villain approached, I'm taking a much different approach because I think his story can add a lot of interesting dynamics. In terms of his design, I went for the "rich winter" outfit aesthetic, since this lad does know his fashion and tastes.

Mike is an Apotrodite from his mother's side, the dark magic equivalent of Anodites. This means Mike primarily uses dark magic, but unlike other people, his Apotrodite sides means he is in full control of himself, and can't be tainted by dark magic. But that doesn't mean everything goes well...

His parents are Lilith Morningstar and Samael Morningstar, both Plumbers who work in the magical department of things, and since Lilith can use dark magic without it corrupting her, the two get a hefty amount of money working in a field only they can really handle. So they're a very rich family, owning two mansions on earth, and some holiday homes.

Mike was an...accident, not something planned, but his parents wanted to see what it was like, not realizing how raising a child takes a lot of work, especially one that was born half Apotrodite. You see, since Mike was only half, his dark magic didn't come naturally to him for a while, needing to adjust and train himself. There were worries Mike would end up hurting someone, which both Lilith and Samael were nervous about, since Apotrodites didn't have a good reputation anywhere for their use of dark magic. They feared that if Lilith or Mike made a mistake, they'll both be shipped back to their homeworld, which none of them wanted...

Sadly, a mistake did happen one day. Mike didn't mean too, it just happened suddenly, but he ended up hurting two other kids in Plumber Kindergarden, giving one magical burns, and nearly draining the life out of another. He felt horrible over what happened, and couldn't stop sobbing for the rest of the day as everyone debated what to do, and had a long discussion with Mike's parents. Lilith and Samael ended up pulling Mike out from school to homeschool him from now on...and didn't trust Mike to leave the house on his own ever, the fears getting the better of them. So...you could say Mike's childhood was rather lonely and depressing. Eventually as he grew older, he got into lots of arguments with his parents, until finally snapping and running away sometime after his encounter with Ben and his friends. If everyone was going to treat him like a monster, then he might as well be what they say he was and do it being free...

Mike does have an Apotrodite form, much like how Gwen has an Anodite form, but he hardly ever turns into it, even if it would save him energy and make his human form 'rot' less. He doesn't like being reminded of what he is, the reason behind all his problems...

He loves cats, and has always wanted one since he learnt about them.

Mike did end up helping Charmcaster when she was losing herself in omniverse, during the final fight with her. He was one of the few who managed to snap her out of her insanity, and later when she was recovering, she tracked him down with the help of Ben, and managed to convince him to come to Ledgerdomain with her, wanting to repay him for his help. Along with knowing that Mike was really just lonely and tired with the world...something she could relate too...

His hasn't been in contact with his parents since running away from home, and they haven't made an effort to reach out to him, not sure how to approach their son after what he became...

Mike and Hex have a very...awkward dynamic, since neither know how to talk to the other, especially regarding Charmcaster.

Loves scarfs, he just likes the way they look and feel.

-Hope Charmcaster-

Miss Charmcaster, a character who keeps spinning on that plot merry go round. She was defiantly someone who went insane due to how often the writing changed her up, which is a shame since she is a very interesting character, so that's what I'm here for. For her redesign, I've always loved the idea of her being short, plump and very curvy, and entirely confident with her body and looks. She knows she's hot, and owns it. I kept her outfit similar to her original and omniverse style, but played around with the look of it.

Her mother died at childbirth, so her father had to raise her own his own, with the help of Uncle Hex from time to time. Eventually after what happened in Ledgerdomain with Addwaitya, Hex has been looking after her since she was 8, but it wasn't easy, especially when he started tapping into dark magic to find ways to fight Addwaitya, and eventually going power hungry. Charmcaster knows Hex was trying his best, but there are things she can't forgive him for, even if they're getting better during her recovery.

She has black markings on her hands due to her use of the Alpha Rune and dark magic. The Alpha Rune also left a mark on her chest right above her heart. She is subconscious about these things, and tends to hide them from everyone and herself.

Ben 100% had a crush on her as a kid, and she knows it.

Charmcaster has a sweet tooth, and loves desserts. Her favorite is cake, strawberry cake to be precise.

She's still trying to be the Queen of Ledgerdomain, which isn't easy with what's left of it, but she's slowly getting them and creating a new age for the Kingdom, having opened it out to any magic user in the galaxy that needs a place to go.

Gwen and Charmcaster have been building up a nice friendship finally now that Charmcaster is getting help. It's been sweet, with Gwen doing normal teen and girl stuff that Charmcaster hasn't been able to do in years. The little things always remind her that she is human after all.

She is still on the hunt for Addwaitya with the help of Gwen, Hex, Mike and the Plumbers, after the turtle managed to run away during the fight against her.

Later on Mike and Charmcaster do meet other Apotrodites, and visit their homeworld, and does feel bad for their situation. They pair end up letting a good chunk of them move to Ledgerdomain, where it will be safe for them from the outside galaxy, and their contribution of dark magic knowledge really helps Ledgerdomain in the long run.

[robinrunsfiction]

CAN I GET A FRANK X READER FIC WHERE THE BAND GOES OUT FOR LUNCH AND Y/N STAYS AT THE BUS AND SLEEPS IN FRANKS BUNK AND THEY GET BACK AND FRANK SEES HER AND JUST GETS INTO BED WITH HER AHD HOLDS HER AND ITS ALL FLUFFY

Hold You Here

Pairing: Frank Iero x Female Reader Rating: General Requested By: Anons Word Count: 2,000 Author’s Note: I’m combining this with another similar request, which resulted in a longer story! I hope everyone enjoys! TW for a brief mention of Gerard’s addiction struggles in 2004

To be in a band meant that your bandmates were your most intimate friends. Hours, days, weeks spent cramped together in small confined spaces meant that everyone saw each other at their best, worst, and everything in between. Platonic physical affection wasn’t an unusual occurrence and neither was sharing beds so that the fewest number of hotel rooms could be reserved to save money, curling up under a blanket together while watching a movie on the bus, not to mention all the on-stage antics, it was all taken in stride. 

It also helped that everyone looked out for each other, but it seemed as if Frank looked out for you more than the others. When things became hectic, or when you were suffering from one of your migraines, he’d always be the one checking up on you to make sure you were okay. Spending hours up late at night talking with him was one of your favorite ways to pass time on the bus. You’d developed quite the soft spot for the chaotic guitarist.

The band had been touring what felt like non-stop for ages, but especially now that Three Cheers was out. It had been a very long, hot summer full of meeting fans, rocking out, and if you were being honest with yourself, way too much partying on everyone’s part. You were feeling pretty burnt out, but the success of the band made it worth it.

Now it was the last week of Warped Tour 2004 and you could tell summer was ending by how quickly the nights were cooling down. As usual when the tour was stopped over for a couple nights, both a bonfire, and most of the bands, were lit. You were standing as close to the fire as you could without melting the rubber on your chucks trying to keep warm.

“Hey,” Frank said, walking over to stand next to you.

“Hey, how’s it goin?” You asked

“Good. Cold?”

“Yea,” you rolled your eyes. “I decided to dress cute, and now I’m freezing my ass off.”

“Who were you dressing up for?” Frank asked, unzipping his hoodie.

“No one really,” you replied, watching as he took off the sweatshirt. “What are you doing?”

“Keeping you warm,” he replied.

“You don’t have to,” you started as he put it over your shoulders.

“Too late,” he replied with a smirk that faded into a soft smile.

You looked up at him, in the dim light of the bonfire and you felt your heart skip, like a switch had been flipped. That soft spot you held in your heart for him suddenly felt overwhelmed, like the quiet feelings were now screaming in your ears.

“I bet it’s warmer on the bus,” you suggested, deciding to lean into the moment. You just hoped you were gauging the situation correctly.

His eyebrows went up in surprise, but he nodded. “I bet you’re right, wanna go back?”

“Yea.”

The walk across the parking lot was silent, as your hands brushed against each other’s, shoulders bumping occasionally. Climbing into the bus, you wandered to the back and confirmed no one else was around, and when you turned back to Frank he seemed a little nervous.

“Ya know you do look really cute. Like not just tonight, like all the time,” he said.

“Thanks,” you replied, tucking your hair behind your ear nervously. You were in your 20s, why were you suddenly feeling like a middle schooler talking to their crush?

“Wanna watch a movie or something?” He offered after an awkward silence hung between you.

“Sure. Nothing scary though, I’m tired of horror.”

“How can you be tired of horror?” Frank asked with feigned shock.

“Because that’s all we watch and we’ve watched almost every movie we have 100 times over.”

Frank started flipping through the stack of DVDs that the band had accumulated through countless tours. “What about ‘10 Things I Hate About You’?” he asked. 

“Yes,” you nodded eagerly, plopping down on the couch and pulling off your shoes.

Frank put the movie in the DVD player and turned off the lights, sitting next to you. You glanced over, trying to gauge what he was thinking. He glanced back and you snapped your eyes back to the tv. As the movie progressed, Frank casually put his arm over the back of the couch and you settled into his side. 

“I wanna go play paintball, like real paintball, some time,” you said, watching Kat and Patrick’s date on the screen.

“We should go then,” Frank replied.

“Just us? Or,” you trailed off.

“Yea, I mean unless you wanna invite other people.”

You looked up at him, and he was looking back down at you. "No, just us," you said softly.

"Cool," he said with a goofy smile.

You had to bite your lip to keep from giggling, but in that moment, the energy between you shifted. Frank started to lean in and you closed your eyes as his lips met yours. At first the kiss was soft and tender, almost tentative. But then his arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer and your hand ran through his hair as he deepened the kiss. 

When you finally came up for air, you couldn't help the smile on your face when you saw how happy Frank looked. "That was fun," you laughed.

"I've been wanting to do that forever," he said, running a hand through his hair, smoothing it down.

"Well we should do it again sometime," you replied.

Just then, loud, drunken voices could be heard outside the door to the bus and you both jumped apart.

"They're in here makin' out or something," Ray shouted over his shoulder with a giggle. You knew there was no way they could have seen you two just minutes before, but the joke still rattled you.

"No they weren't," Mikey said disbelievingly, as he and Gerard followed.

You glanced at Frank who was shaking his head at your bandmates before he changed the subject to something totally random. Things had literally just started with him, and it felt fragile. The last thing you wanted was to have it all fall apart like nothing happened, and be left wondering forever what could have been.

The next day, nothing about the prior night was discussed between you and Frank, but it had been a busy day of press, playing, and meeting fans. When you were climbing back into your bunk, completely exhausted, you spotted a folded up piece of paper on your pillow. You closed the curtain behind you and turned on the small light above your bed. When you unfolded the note, you immediately recognized Frank's scrawling handwriting. 

(YN), all I've been able to think about today is how your lips felt on mine and wondering when I can feel it again. I can't remember anything that was said to me because I was thinking about how I'd rather just be talking to you. I hope sometime before the end of this tour we can hang out alone together again.

XO, frnk

You bit your lip to keep from squealing with delight.

~

The last few days of Warped Tour were just as much of a blur, and when that tour was over, you were quickly shipped off to another one. Gerard was struggling and the whole band was impacted. Everyone dealt with it in their own way, and luckily you had Frank to brush away the worried tears when your brain wouldn't quiet enough to let you sleep at night. 

Soon after, Gerard got the help he needed and when he rejoined the band, you were immediately sent back out on the road. Everything felt a little brighter that fall.

You and Frank were as good as ever, but still keeping your relationship quiet. His hand would find yours when no one else was around. You'd each sneak into each other's bunks and spend the nights cuddled together. Then there was the series of excuses as to why you two should share hotel rooms, which included Mikey texting too much, Ray talking too much, and Gerard keeping the light on all night drawing, among others.

So when you were blindsided with a migraine one morning, you were not at all pleased. The pain throbbed through your head as nausea rolled through your stomach. You groaned as you slid out of your bunk and stumbled to the front of the bus, which was obnoxiously bright, to the cabinet holding the medicine. 

"There's sleeping beauty," you heard Ray laugh, but you just grunted in response. You grabbed the bottle of Excedrin and silently prayed they'd do their job quickly as you took a dose.

"You ok?" Frank asked as you slumped down on the couch.

"No, migraine."

Your bandmates groaned, knowing how much of a pain, literally and figuratively, they were for you.

"So you don't wanna go grab lunch?" Mikey asked.

"Please don't make me think about food or I might get sick."

"Do you want me to stay back with you?" Frank offered. It didn't even register how much concern he was showing toward you.

"No, I just wanna sleep and hope it goes away before we have to play tonight."

"Ok, we'll leave you alone. Come on guys," Gerard said, shooing the guys out. You glanced up and saw Frank giving you a sympathetic look before leaving the bus.

You dragged yourself back to the bunks, closing the door to the main room behind you and looked at your bunk. There was no way in hell you were climbing back up into it. Instead climbed into Frank's. 

You pulled his blanket over you as you curled up in a ball facing the wall. His pillow smelled faintly of his shampoo, but not enough to make you feel sick, or maybe the medication was finally kicking in.

It felt like no sooner you'd fallen asleep that you heard voices in the front of the bus. You wondered how long you’d been out, but didn’t care enough to check the time. Before you could drift off again you heard the door opening and closing softly. Shuffling steps stopped behind you and then you felt someone climb in the bunk behind you.

"Hey," Frank said softly, his arm wrapping around your side.

"Hi," you answered, a smile forming on your face for the first time all day, not that he could see it.

"Feeling better?"

"A bit. Not 100% yet, but better than earlier."

"Mind if I nap with you?"

"Please do," you replied.

Frank drew the curtain shut and settled in behind you. He brushed aside your hair and placed a soft kiss on the side of your neck before giving you another quick squeeze.

You drifted back to sleep for a while, and when you woke up again, your headache was mostly gone you were relieved that you'd be able to play that night without feeling awful. As you stretched your legs out, Frank shifted, pulling you tighter against him.

"Better yet?" He murmured sleepily.

"Yea," you said, not moving more, afraid of disturbing the comfortable cocoon you two were in.

“So at lunch the guys were talking,” Frank started.

“‘Bout what?” You asked, rolling over.

“Us.”

“Oh?” Your heart rate going up.

“We went to this café for lunch and I got you a cupcake, it’s in the fridge by the way. And they were just wondering if there’s something going on between us.”

“What’d you say?”

“I just brushed it off, they were just giving me shit.”

“Oh,” you said, suddenly feeling a little dejected.

“Do you still wanna keep us a secret?” He asked.

“I dunno," you mumbled. "Do you?”

Frank intertwined his fingers with yours. "It's been kinda fun this way. But I also kinda wanna tell everyone I know that I'm the luckiest dude in the world BECAUSE I'm with you."

“Let's decide later,” you replied. “For right this moment, let’s just enjoy this.”

"Good idea," he replied with a soft smile before leaning in and kissing you lovingly.

[worminstuff]

tbott headcanons by me

the author

no one in particular asked for this, but

headcanons for tbott sleepy bois

tbott techno

4 words

Nerd with pink hair.

Techno is quite the bookworm, thanks to y/n constantly buying/finding him new books and feeding his minor addiction over the years. He was a  fiend for knowledge.

And he so happens to have pink hair.

Techno is about 6’2 ish maybe a bit less, which is tall for his age. He’s about 16 ish.

Something that hasn’t been vital but I think about a lot while writing, he has a nose ring. A septum to be precise, a little gold ring. He got it for his 14th birthday, and y/n even went with him for it. He often fiddles with it when he’s nervous.

He often wears jeans and t shirts, if it’s colder he’ll grab a hoodie. He likes button ups, and he really likes cardigans and so does Wilbur! His glasses are simple black rectangle fames, and they’re only for reading because he normally wears contacts. Even tho he hates them.

Techno would never admit it vocally, but he’s a huge cuddle bug. Especially when he hasn’t seen y/n for a while, or he happens to catch her in a low time. Middle of the night, a sleep over in the tree house, he would 100% “unintentionally” try to pull y/n close.

He also tries to catch tommy at a time when he’s sleepy, so he can try to hug his little brother. He often finds tommy incredibly annoying, since he’s a tad to chaotic for techno, but when tommys cuddly techno is all for it.

Techno does this sorta stalker ish thing when y/n or mentions something they really like, he researches them. He gets as knowledgeable on those topics as he can. He wants to always be able to have a conversation with y/n about something she likes, it makes pulling smiles out of her even easier.

tbott wilbur

He may seem like a sad boy a whole lot rn, (I’m so sorry) but he’s a happy boy usually! He’s a constant smile that roams the house.

Wilbur is about 6’4 ish, and he’s 18. He owns about 10 pairs of black skinny jeans and he owns copious amounts of sweaters. He’s very style oriented most of the time, but it’s not out of ordinary to catch him in some basketball shorts or pj pants and a t shirt.

Wilbur was a protective brother, growing up he payed close attention to how people treated techno, since he was a bit..antisocial. But wilbur was sure he wouldn’t have that problem with Tommy. For obvious reasons.

Wilbur and tommys relationship (is my favorite asdfghj) is pretty awesome. Tommy in his most chaotic forms, matches the levels of wilburs energy. Mans likes his coffee. They’re a scary duo. But an entertaining one.

Wilburs love language is very vocal, tho he’ll always go for a hug, he very much thinks words mean more than actions themselves. Hence putting his feelings into lyrics often.

He’s written many songs about y/n. She’s never heard any of them. Wilbur used to walk with techno and y/n each morning, and he loved to hear her babble on and on about whatever thing she found exciting thay particular day.

Wilbur had a bad habit of convincing himself out of talking to her, which was why they never had much of a friendship growing up. He was really glad when they started to talk though, he looked forward to it often. He always had a soft spot for the way she always listens so intently, making sure she won’t forget anything he tells her. Especially if they’re talking interests.

Tbott tommy

I’m gonna paint you a picture for this one, a small picture.

It was a hot day in august and the crew had just gotten back from a beach day, and tommy was irritated. They had learned, very fast, tommy did not like the beach.

As soon as they were in through the door, and Phil let Tommy on his own feet. Tommy was reaching for his bag that Phil was holding. Confused, Phil handed him the bag. Immediately, tommy unzipped the bag and grabbed the bottom of it flipping it upside down.

A wave of sand hit the wood floors.

Phil, techno, and Wilbur stood dumbstruck.

When had he managed to get his bag full of sand? Why had he put sand in his bag? Where were the things that were supposed to be in his bag?

The answers to these questions, as tommy said,: when he did. Cause he wanted to. Sand.

“D-do ya not like the sand tommy?” Techno asked. Still throughly confused. Tommy looked up at his older brother and pointed to the car.

Phil’s eyes widened. Wilbur was the first out to the car, opening the door to the back seat tommys car seat was placed, and low and behold, there was a crab sitting on his car seat.

He got the sand, for his crab.

Tommy also only listens to y/n while mid temper tantrum’s, which was something Phil wished they hadn’t learned only months prior.

Tbott Phil

He’s a soft dad, he’s very caring and not harsh.

He cares less about discipline and more about the lessons he wants to teach his kids that they can learn from, rather than punishing.

The only kid he’s grounded was wilbur, which seems like it would be obvious because Tommy is like 4 and techno is..techno.

Phil learned early on that y/ns parents were rather unpresent. He started keeping extra things around the house like a toothbrush, a hair brush, girl shampoo. Because he wanted her to have everything she needed when she needed to be there, or chose to be.

He even tried to buy her clothes for the house, they didn’t fit but she appreciated it so much.

Phil enjoys days where the boys go off to school and it’s just him and tommy. Though he loves his older boys, watching tommy grow up is incredibly entertaining. His mind works so strangely and Phil finds it so amazing.

Phil was one of y/ns emergency contacts per her parents request. So when y/n got in trouble, he was often the one to find out first. Or when she got hurt or sick. She was like a daughter to him. He even often joked she was his favorite child.

Tommy didn’t like this joke.

When Phil first became a dad, he wasn’t a good cook. But over the years he’s mastered his craft and was quite the chef.

I hope this is something you guys enjoy! It’s just a little more insight to how I see the sleepy bois in this au in particular! And hopefully this may help with blurb requests!

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What That Boat Do?

Pairing: Rafael Casal x Reader

Word Count: 2K

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. RPF. VERY EXPLICIT. Bathroom sex, oral (m/f receiving), creampie, light choking, a little bit of fluff at the end. Not proofread, errors my own.

A/N: This is based on the following ask from a wonderful Nonnie:

Post premiere smut with Rafa 😏 some red carpet teasing maybe?

Sorry it took me so long. We're on episode three! Anywho, I hope you like it Nonnie!

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The weekend was wild.

Rafael seemed sure of himself, but you knew the real story. He had never worked so hard to get something created. His soul was bound up in this work. And he was full of chaotic energy just finally getting to show the world what he and his friends created.

It was a hella busy weekend, flying coast to coast, grabbing sleep when you could. You just stored up your thots for later, knowing he needed this nervous energy to push through.

You loved how your man looked, and this premier tour was giving you ample opportunity to ogle him, along with everyone else.

Rafa in that blue suit did something to you. Black shirt, white shoes. Buzz cut and beard. Holy hell he was hot.

You were asleep as soon as you got in the car that night though, and Rafa just put you in bed in the hotel suite as he got busy playing hype man on social media.

And of course, you got a spanking the last time you wore that Green A’s jacket, sneaking it out of his trailer without him knowing.

Seeing him in it made you soaking wet with the memory of that night. The way he smirked at you while walking around in it told you he knew just what you were thinking.

You got so blasted that night because you were with the homies, so you were in no condition to be taken advantage of.

The final night of the premier weekend finally came, and you could tell that Rafa was exhaling. He was going to really celebrate tonight. And you were right by his side.

Tonight he was wearing the two-tone Comme des Garçons suit. It was just delectable.

Your gown matched his fly, and the only undergarment you were wearing was a black silk thong. You thought Rafael wasn’t paying attention as he fussed in the mirror getting ready, but you were wrong.

Rafa held your hand as he advanced toward the red carpet. You looked up at him and squeezed his hand before you got separated at the press and the step and repeat.

You watched him pose, and answer questions, smiling, laughing, and joking. He was in the zone, using his charm to hype up his project.

Damn. What a man. You were turned on just looking at him.

He and the cast went backstage to get ready to host the screening and answer questions. You were used to watching from afar.

You wandered around the venue, talking to the usual suspects and inspecting all of the liquor bottles on the top shelf from your perch at the bar.

Rafa texted you.

Bored?

You looked around and did not see him anywhere.

Where are you?

I’m stage left, waiting to go on, I see you counting bottles. Are you bored?

You peered at the spot he indicated and saw him leaning against the wall. Fuck, he looked good. You straightened up as your heart started beating faster.

I was, but not anymore.

Rafael smirked at you, and then down at his phone

Oh yea, well, why don’t you go take off that thong?

You looked up at Rafa. He had his evil grin on. Your eyes grew wide and you hurriedly typed in your phone.

WHAT?!?!?

You looked back up at him when you sent the message.

“Off,” he mouthed at you, then he held up his phone and started typing again.

Scared?

You loved a challenge. You looked him straight in the eye, got your purse, and asked the bartender where the bathroom was. You left and came back in three minutes.

You chose at a table near the stage when you sat down again. Rafa was there with the cast, staring at you, watching you, and waiting to be introduced.

You blew him a kiss. He subtly caught it underhanded, winked, and motioned as if he were putting it in his pocket.

You were transfixed as Rafael hyped the show. Watching him work and listening to his voice was such a turn on. You were more than ready to go, sitting up and paying attention with your whole body.

You crossed your legs, flashing the stage, and you caught Rafael lowkey checking to see if anyone else saw. You saw the flash in his eye and a little delicious shiver of fear ran through you. He did not miss a beat however, as he was staring right at the apex of your thighs, and he didn’t even pause as he spoke.

You kept moving in your seat because it was getting unbearable. Finally, you stood up, crossed your legs, and leaned against the wall for support, still staring at Rafael. You had no idea what anyone else in the room was doing; it was like you were the only two people there.

When Rafael left the stage again, he texted you almost immediately.

I saw you squirming. Meet me in the restroom on the left side of the house in 10 minutes.

Your pussy clenched as you read the text. You looked up and around the room. No one seemed to have any idea of what was about to happen. You watched the clock on your phone, the 10 minutes seeming to take forever.

It was like you had super senses. You heard people laughing, phones dinging with notifications, and Rafa’s body calling you.

When the time came, you picked up your bag and casually walked down the hall to your destination. You tried the knob and it was locked.

“Rafa, it’s me.”

The door opened and Rafael pulled you in quickly, and you laughed nervously at the sudden movement. He pinned you against the wall and kissed you well. He took his time to addle your senses with a kiss. That mouth did a lot.

You took control, kissing him, and unbuttoning his shirt, liking his nipple and kissing down his chest and abs as you got on your knees to un button and unfasten his pants.

His dick was not totally hard, but thick and waiting on his thigh. You deep throated it while looking up in his eyes.

Rafael’s sea blues gazed down at you and he smiled while you pulled off and stroked him, spitting on his cock for lubrication.

You were dripping as you sucked him a few more times for good measure, palming and rolling his balls. He moaned deep in his throat and placed his hand on your head.

He started tugging you upwards and you pulled his dick with you as you stood back up. You pulled your dress up and sat on the vanity, pussy directly over the sink.

You spread your legs as Rafa grasped your nipple through the slick fabric of your dress, then slid his hand down your belly to your cunt, using all four fingers to play in your pussy, dipping into your slick and coming up to circle, then brush your clit.

You could feel him releasing his frenetic pent up energy on you; all of the tension leading up to tonight was going to benefit you greatly.

Rafa surprised you by getting on his knees himself to taste you a little, licking your cunt, his nose in the center of your mound. He stood suddenly to take his jacket and shirt off, then got back on his knees, opening your legs wide and holding on to them, as your ass was falling into the bowl of the sink.

He started eating seriously then, diving in and bringing you to the edge of heaven, over and over again, but never quite letting you come. You bit your lip, moaned and wiggled in his clutch, and he smiled up at you, eyes sparkling at your vexation.

He brought his hand up and dipped his fingers in again, gathering some of your slick, and used it to lubricate his cock as he jacked off a bit. Rafael immersed himself in you, lapping you up and turning his head as he made out with your pussy.

You were so wet that by the time that he stood up to line himself up, he slid in easily and started pumping into you with no hands. He held them up like he was doing a trick on a bicycle, and the cocky muthafucka smirked at you as you looked up at him, mouth open and panting for more.

You reached for his ass as you wanted him to quit teasing you and ram you fully. Instead, he grabbed your hips, and you leaned back into the mirror, running your hands up his arms and down his torso again.

He gathered your knees in his arms, brought you closer and started pounding you harder, just as you wished. You moaned, your eyes rolling as your head lolled back against the mirror, and Rafa clapped his hand over your mouth.

He kissed your forehead as you continued to shake and moan in his arms, then he picked you fully up by your thighs and started bouncing you up and down his dick before depositing you back down on the vanity.

He pulled out and turned you around, pounding you and reaching around you to finger your clit until you came, his hand firmly muffling your noises.

But Rafael wasn’t finished. He leaned against the wall, and pulled you with him, his arm clutching your neck and holding your back flush against his chest, spearing his rock hard dick inside you.

The first time either of you spoke was for you to protest to him.

“Rafa… no… I - I can’t… not again.”

Rafa pulled you tighter against him and whispered in your ear.

“Yes you can, beautiful. And you will.”

He started moving again, squeezing your neck and flicking your over sensitive clit with his other hand. You quivered with overstimulation, but couldn’t help but fuck yourself back on his cock until you were close to coming again.

You put your hand over your mouth to stop the noise, but the slapping of your bodies was almost as loud as your noises.

You came and then Rafael stilled to stave off his orgasm. He bent his head toward you, forehead at the top of your spine as he breathed and tried to calm down. You slipped off his cock, the slippery wetness of you resonating in the room.

You wanted to celebrate him and his accomplishments, show Rafael how special he was. He was still hard, so you pushed him back, got on your knees again and sucked him off, tasting yourself on him, Rafa watching you in the mirror as he massaged your scalp.

You looked up at him as you stroked him off and sucked him, going deeper each time he moaned. He was staring at you with those eyes. That and his sounds kept you going and you felt his ball tighten.

“Shhhhhitttttt! You are so fucking good at this. You ready for it babe?”

Rafa was trying to stay cool, but he was making that cum face that you loved. You smiled and nodded up at him, opening your mouth as he took over and spurted streams of cum at you.

“Now swallow like the Good Girl you are.”

You did as you were told and then leaned forward to clean him up, hollowing your cheeks again and causing his knees to get weak.

“Damn, girl. You are a fucking big brain geniusssss. Shit!”

Rafa slumped against the wall as you rose from your knees, a pro still in your heels. You got cleaned up at the sink, and he opened his eyes and smacked your ass as you fixed your face and pulled down your dress.

He put his clothes back on, made sure he was still fly and then pulled you to him, kissing your forehead again, sweetly now.

“Thank you for being my ride or die. I couldn't have done any of this without you.”

You shook your head and began to protest.

“Shhh. I’m dead serious. You are my rock, my calm in the storm. I love you girl.”

You melted on the inside, but were still very aware that he was technically still working.

“I love you too, but before you sail out back into them rocky producing waters, give me back my panties.”

You held out your hand and smirked at him.

“Nah girl. You go out here with me commando, and remember just what that boat do.”

And Rafael pulled you laughing back out into the premier event, happy to be riding the waves with him.

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My first fic in a while (for me). Let me know what you think.

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Class 1-A as Red songs

HEYO Red (Taylors Version) just dropped lets mf ride THESE ARE ALL AGED UP CHARACTERS like im talking 20's mama. aka- what it would be like to be with them

cw: angst in some- its honestly all over the place but like no smut so theres that. not proofread

I missed some characters bc i dont know them well enough dawg

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(putting all of them below the cut)

State of Grace - Ochaco Uraraka You cant tell me this song doesnt feel like a day of rushing around town and sharing laughs. She is literally bubbly energy with chaos. This song is like being super busy and sharing small kisses. Getting through the tough times with a positive attitude and laughs. Like a love that snuck up on you in the best way and is full of making each other better people. Literally the color pink. Endless love that you couldnt- and wouldnt try to- explain. Youd never take anything for granted again.

Red - Izuku Midoriya The easy answer would be Kiri bc he likes red but hear me out- loving Deku would absolutely be a WHIRLWIND and would toss you up and down all the time. He is so fucking chaotic but so easy to love. He would know every single thing about you and yet- you 'd feel like you had no idea what he was thinking. He would deadass get so caught up in other shit that he would forget about dates- but he would make it up to you somehow. If you break up, hes definitely gonna come back to you a few times to share "I missed you" kisses, but he would eventually decide he didnt wanna hurt you anymore.

Treacherous - Shoto Todoroki This song just feels like him. Wordless love. Scary feelings. So nervous. He would take it so slow and be so nervous to do anything at first. He would make you laugh so hard though- and make you so comfortable. Its full of dinners with other people and holding hands under tables. Its a lot of "are we sure this is what we should do" when making a decision, but always going for it. Cautious until youre alone and all of thats thrown out the window. Youd teach him to love freely and not worry so much- especially about what other people think. Youd make each other better people.

I Knew You Were Trouble - Denki Kaminari Mf is so easy to fall for- and everyone knows hes a player. But you cant resist- LOOK AT HIS SMILE. He makes you laugh and feel special. He makes you so absolutely happy. But never puts a label on it- so he doesnt feel bad when he gets with other people. He was never yours but you always wished he was. He was so good in bed- and so tentative. He bought dinner a few times and you were dumb enough to look too far into it. Now that youve cut him off, you miss him but you know youre better off.

All Too Well - Eijiro Kirishima Okay listen. When you guys fell in love it was so fast. It was so easy. Everything made sense. Late night drives, dinner dates, flowers for no reason, meeting the families, dancing in the kitchen at 3 am. It all made sense. You both couldve sworn youd marry each other. But he had to leave and you had to stay. He was always one to take one for the team- and this team was the two of you. He broke up with you so you wouldnt have to "endure dating a pro-hero" because he figured it would be more stress than its worth. Even when you told him to stay- he still left. Right person wrong time. But youd always hold the memories close when you drove down streets that you did with him and youd always get his favorite drink when you went to the bar that you first met in.

22 - Mina Ashido Baby girl makes sure youre always smiling. She is the BEST FRIEND anyone could ask for. You cry on each others shoulders, you tell each other everything, and you have sleep overs every friday. Even though youre 23 now. Going out to bars on satudays was so fun with her- kissing random people- kissing each other. Shes the type to make you fall in love with your best friend on accident. She would sit on the roof with you and watch the stars. She would shop with you and blast music in the car. One night, you'd kiss and it would be way more intimate than a drunken kiss but youd both laugh and stay friends because that would be way too complicated. And everything would be so easy with her.

I Almost Do - Kyoka Jiro Being in love was simple with her, but once you broke up, it was just pain. You cut each other off after a bad argument and it was the worst. Every single night, you almost call her. And every single night, she almost drives to your house. You both miss each other and your kisses. You miss watching movies together and you miss her teaching you how to play guitar. Everyone knew you were perfect together but that fight really fucked it all up.

We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together - Katsuki Bakugou Okay yeah he is totally mr. on and off again. You would say all the time that THIS was the last time, but like- we all know youre lying. You two were known for this shit. And I know the song says we arent gonna get back together- but you've said it before. The fights would be so intense- but that would make it so much harder to stay away. You love each other but both of you have fiery personalities so like. Figure it out. But anyone who ends up with this fuck better be ready for dumb shit.

Stay Stay Stay - Hanta Sero He was one to stick by your side through everything- even fights. He would absolutely make jokes about how youre cute when youre mad. You had moments when you almost broke up- but it was so obvious that you had to stay together because the good totally out-weighed the bad. He was one of a kind and made you feel love like no other person ever had. It was end game with Sero.

Holy Ground - Mashirao Ojiro You met him on vacation to Tokyo. You stayed in the same hotel and ran into each other in the lobby. You ended up spending vacation with a perfect stranger. You fell in love and left each other behind- but the time you spent together in the city was amazing. It felt effortless and you felt light. The kisses and the sex- you wouldnt forget that shit. A fleeting romance.

Sad Beautiful Tragic - Fumikage Tokoyami Its all so dramatic lmao- it was like a movie where the bubbly gal falls for the moody boy. But the boy ends up leaving because he cant handle it. The emotions were too much for him- you ended up being too much for him. And thats okay. You'd always have the beautiful memories of falling for each other and telling each other about your lives. He would always have a place in your heart and you in his.

The Lucky One - Momo Yaoyorozu I just feel like she has so much pressure on her. And the line "You wonder if you'll make it out alive" ShUt up. She is so amazing but I know deep down she is so scared. She feels like she has something to prove- she isnt just a pretty face. She sees how some women are treated as heroes and that they arent seen as heroes but as sex symbols and its so scary. But shes so determined. She WILL be a great hero known for saving people- not for being sexualized.

Starlight - Tsuyu Asui Shes just so fun and cute- she would totally make you smile all the time. You'd be louder than her, but thats okay. Youd both end up making each other live a little more freely. The whole sneaking into a fancy party and acting like proper folks- thats so your relationship with her. Just doing dumb shit and making each other let loose.

Begin Again - Tenya Ida OHHH Ida. He would erase everything your ex ever did to you. He would show you that your dumb shit made you amazing. He would make you rethink everything. He would make you feel so completely loved without even trying. Hes blunt and it makes it easier. You know he wouldnt lie to you so you know he means it when he says your beautiful and that he loves the way you (insert "weird" hobby here). Kissing under the moonlight and taking your mind off of bad times is his specialty.