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'Girl next door જ⁀➴♡ Prologue

In which Joel plays cupid in order to help a hopeless Ellie win over the cute girl next door.

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"Ain't lesbians s'pposed to date girls?"

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[silly awkward Ellie Williams x fem reader!]

"How 'bout the Johnson's daughter? I heard she was um... sapphic... Is that the right term...?"

"God you're so bad at this!"

Ellie rolled her eyes as she continued to play with her food at the dinner table. For the past couple of weeks, Joel had been slowly encouraging Ellie to 'put herself out there,' whatever that meant. And so with the recent news of her two best friends becoming a thing, he'd only gotten more relentless. It's not like she didn't want a girlfriend; it was just complicated and definitely a lot harder than Joel thought it was. Jackson was a small town, and finding someone who clicked with her, who understood her, felt almost impossible.

"I'm just saying Ellie" he continued "She's smart, she's nice, and from what I heard she likes girls. Seems like a good match to me."

Ellie sighed stabbing a piece of broccoli with her fork. "It's not that simple Joel. You can't just put two lesbians in a room together and expect fireworks."

There was a short silence before Ellie looked up to see Joel furrowing his eyebrows looking at the wall behind her seemingly lost.

"Oh my god, Joel!"

"I mean c'mon are ya sure?" He said defensively. "That is how it usually seems to go."

"Ok- well- not all the time! Anyway that's not the point... Besides, she's barely gay. She only kisses girls as a party trick." Ellie murmurs looking back down at her food.

"Off the list." He mutters to himself just as quietly as he continues to eat.

"Not that I am endorsing this but just who else is on this 'list'?"

"Tracy, Mai, Cat, Y/N, Monet-"

"Y/N?"

"Y/N."

"There's no way she's into girls." She says unimpressed.

"You seen her?"

Ellie was silent for a while as she imagined the girl in her head. Yeah no way. 'She's too perfect to be gay.' 'That sounds bad Ellie you can't say that.' You were just so... you. When Joel and Ellie had first arrived in Jackson you had been the first one to introduce her to the others your age. You showed her kindness and helped her get situated into her new life. She would remember how you would often invite her over for dinner with your family, making her feel welcome in a town where she initially felt like an outsider. You'd help her with chores, tell her about the best spots in Jackson as well as who to look out for and who to trust. But after the first couple of months, you two had slowly fallen out. Ellie had Dina and Jesse, and you had your own friends. But, of course, with you being next door neighbors the two of you would still interact from time to time. Ellie’s positive view of you never changed, you were still the sweet girl who had helped her years ago. She remembered the times you’d both sit on her porch, talking about dreams and plans for a future that always seemed so uncertain to her yet you were always so sure of it. All your hopes for the future, the places you wanted to visit, the things you wanted to study, Ellie had wondered if you still had all the same goals. And all this to say; you are not gay. If this was just a way to convince herself that she'd never have a chance or if it was a way to get Joel to back off, she didn't know or care.

"Gone quiet. You fond of her?" He said with an accusing smile.

"Nope." She stands abruptly, handling her plate before walking over to the kitchen to place it in the sink. "Thanks for dinner. I'm going to bed, goodnight."

"Goodnight." He replied watching her as she scurried up the stairs with a knowing smile.

Ellie laid in bed that night, staring at the ceiling. As much as she hated to admit it, Joel was right. She couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to talk to you more, to get to know you all over again. Maybe there was a chance, however small, that you would feel the same fondness towards her as she felt for you. But that was a problem for tomorrow.

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Thanks 4 reading u all! Notes r appreciated! :3

Next chapter! (chapter 1)

Authors note!!! chat is this shocking? wdym u thought this was an Overwatch blog whaaat wdym idk what that is... FIRST SERIES U GUYS lets hope it doesn't end up discontinued ermmm if it does whoopsy. I am physically unable to post something more than 600 words so each chapter will kinda be one shot style! I was tired of all the serious modern AU smutty ellie fics (as good as they are!) i needed something silly so i had to take matters into my own hands im afraid

[okcoolthanks]

I really liked “I Saw The TV Glow” for a lot of reasons like the lighting and sound design and stuff

But I also really liked it because how similar I felt to it. Like you watch a show you love so much you want to Be In It and all you do is interact with That Show to the point where you start talking like it and you make everything you see like it because you don’t Know anything else

I really liked owens character because of how Stuck he is in his life. He says he doesn’t think about “that stuff” because it makes him feel gross so he doesnt. He takes a job at a place he doesn’t like and when it gets shut down he goes with the manager to the next place also doing a job he hates. When his parents die he lives in the same house he grew up in because he doesn’t want to leave. He had one friend and when she disappeared presumed dead he didn’t do anything but reminiscenced on his time with her and watching the show she helped him watch. You can also see how he starts taking care of himself less after his father died, in the last scenes of the movie he looks like he barely eats or drinks water, he doesn’t do anything but his job. “Years feel like seconds” because he isn’t doing anything of importance he lost everything that he looked forward too

He doesn’t talk above a normal speaking volume until he’s literally DYING and even after he apologizes still out of breath. He’s still dying then. No one responds to his apologies or responded to him when he was screaming

He gets a chance to leave and go with Maddie to The Pink Opaque and he gets scared, he gets a chance to leave with her when he was younger and he gets scared. He’s so unhappy with his life but he doesn’t want to change it because he doesn’t know what else to do

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New York Ladies where are you?? 😁😁

[sir-gertrude]

The night the prince is born, all the candles in the palace go out.

It is the dead of winter, a new moon. A bad sign for a fire bender, worse for a royal.

An omen, servants whisper, a sign.

Elaborate halls of fine and flammable tapestries echo with the cries of a princess, tended to and soothed by the nation's best physicians. Servants carry buckets of water and fresh linens into the bedchamber where the princess lies, taking blood-stained cloth out with them.

Outside of the fray, a prince paces back and forth. To an outsider's view he could look like a new father worried for his wife and firstborn. He is not, instead anxious about what his father may think of the omens surrounding the baby's birth. His concern is nothing new. Princes have been weary of their father's reactions for generations, Ozai is not the first nor will he be the last.

His brother's son was born in the heat of summer, like his father before him. It is another thing Iroh has beaten Ozai at, and Ozai loathes his brother all the more for it.

❁

A mighty general and a boy who will never be called such are in the elder's office, enjoying a cup of jasmine tea.

The younger prince squirms in his seat. He doesn't quite understand why he’s barred from seeing his aunt and has asked for the fourth- fifth time when the baby will be here. His father chuckles, eyes crinkling as he tells him to be patient.

Lu Ten has never concerned himself with his father's reaction, as his father hadn't before him. Perhaps it comes with being born in the sun.

❁

In his chambers, a once prince, once general, now firelord sits at his desk and goes through the same reports from his war council as he has done every night since the start of his reign. He sighs, rubbing his temple, and takes a moment to examine his own thoughts.

His daughter-in-law’s labor has lasted since the early hours of the morning, hardly ever a good sign. Iroh’s late wife had died during Lu Ten’s birth and Iroh refused to remarry. Should Ursa pass on as well, or be otherwise unable to bear children, the union of Roku and Sozin’s bloodlines would end before it even had a chance to begin.

That aside, the conditions surrounding his grandchild’s birth are hardly auspicious. Azulon is not a superstitious man, but to be born at a time so far from Agni’s light is enough to make any hopeful relative uneasy.

The candles on Azulon’s desk flicker, and the shadows shift to accommodate. Light-dark-light shifts over the page Azulon has in front of him, a report of crop failure in one of the outer islands of the archipelago. The old man sighs again, and puts it to the side.

Bad omens indeed.

❁

With a final cry, the palace falls into silence for the first time that day. The light disappears shortly after.

Back in the princess's chambers, attendants scramble to relight the candles, and nurses exchange looks in the dark. The baby has not cried. The princess does not notice, she is looking at the newborn that has just gotten passed to a nurse to be cleaned.

The baby is small, as a baby should be, and silent, as a baby shouldn't.

When the nursemaid hands the infant to his mother's waiting arms, wide eyes paler than Ursa's look back at her.

They hold no Spark.

Perhaps the light of the prince was robbed along with the palace’s.

Ursa knows what this means, the servants do too. A nursemaid who has worked at the palace since before Fire Lord Azulon's hair turned gray remembers a girl with a similar muted stare disappearing before her second birthday.

Neither Iroh nor Ozai know of their older sister. Non-bending children are not added to the Agni-Blessed family tree.

The boy still hasn't cried.

The servants hurry out of the room when the High Sage, the Fire Lord, and the second – the overlooked, the lesser – prince come through the door.

The occupants of the room bow. Ursa bends over her newborn, her respectful posture a shield to her as much as it is to her son. The child. She should call him the child. It will be easier, knowing what comes next.

"My Lady", the Sage, the woman who blessed Lu Ten, and Ozai, and Iroh, steps towards the princess and holds out her arms.

Slowly, numbly, Ursa hands the child over.

She feels like his executioner. She holds this title before Mother.

High Sage Zanli holds the boy, and the boy stares back with pale-too-pale eyes. She sees the same thing Ursa had, and her expression turns grim. Ozai and Azulon look on, equally impassive.

Zanli searches for some sign—not frantically, she doesn't have enough hope to be frantic—of fire in the boy.

His eyes do not look away from the Sage's.

Finally, "The boy is not a firebender." The Sage says, when she couldn't find what wasn't there.

Ozai looks down, in fury, in shame. Azulon glances at his son, before turning back to Zanli, expression pinched.

“We will send the boy back to Agni at first light.”

Ursa crumples despite her best efforts.

High Sage Zanli hands the boy, the nonbender, back to the princess who’s too soft for palace life, and nods with something like sympathy in her eyes.

The three leave the room, leaving Ursa and a boy who wouldn't be remembered as prince behind.

Ursa sits there for a long time, staring at the child in her arms who will soon be ash on the wind. She turns to the window and stares out at the dark night.

Ursa does not want her son to die.

The princess cradles her son to her chest and whispers prayers to any power that might listen.

Ursa comes from the outskirts of the outskirts of the archipelago, colonies of colonies won in Sozin’s reign. Agni is not the only Spirit they worship there. The people there remember the shadows cast in wake of Her fire, they remember that light cannot exist without its opposite.

Somewhere in the deep and dark, the muddled and murky, things often overlooked in the face of Agni's glory are called to attention.

Few remember that the Shadows are just as much children of Agni as the dragons, but it is no surprise, really. Man often overlooks that which does not serve him. This suits the Shadows just fine, They prefer quieter spaces, and They are meant to follow anyway.

Ursa does not notice the shadows stretching higher behind the candles in the room. Her newborn stares at their dancing—And that's what they're doing isn't it? Dancing.—shapes on the walls.

The hall outside grows…dimmer? The guards cannot explain the way the light seems to wane the closer one goes toward Princess Ursa's chamber. They cannot explain how all the shadows seem to point to the wide doors.

After hours of Ursa standing vigil, Agni pokes Her head from beyond the horizon.

Light creeps across the floor and across the bed and over the boy in his mother's arms. He starts to whimper, then whine, then wail for the first time since his birth.

Whispers of folktales speak of how Shadows cannot take form without Agni's help.

His eyes, when they open again, are deeper now. Darker, richer. Gold with a touch of something more.

The candles flicker, then grow.

Ursa does not notice how the shadows cast in the wake of the candles grow just as much.

It's no longer night, and the Shadows need more help to stretch, to see.

When a fire sage enters the room to collect the child, he finds a cooing baby reaching towards the brightest light in the room and a mother smiling down at her son.

"It seems Agni has blessed him after all," she says, keeping her eyes fixed on the baby, "She just wanted to meet him first."

The sage, younger than Zanli and less experienced, stammers before promising to find the High Sage to bless the boy. Had he been more jaded, more realistic, he would know that "Agni just had to see them first" is not often accepted as a reason why a child does not have a Spark from the beginning.

At noon, when Agni is at her highest point—when the shadows have receded to their smallest—Prince Zuko is held before a cheering crowd and blessed as a son of Agni. His eyes glint with something High Sage Zanli knows is not a Spark, not a true one.

She stays quiet. She is world-worn, yes, but if she could save a child she would do so.

"How fortunate that he turned out to be a bender. Agni shines upon us" The Fire Lord says to his second son.

"Yes. Fortunate,” Ozai responds, more detached than he would be if the boy had just come out right in the first place.

He will try again, he vows, and next time he won't be stuck with a sorry excuse of a bender.

Prince Zuko does not look away from the dancing ink at the crowd's feet, silent once more.

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GUESS WHOS DONE WITH ALL HIS FINALS!!!!!!

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This is what I imagine Agent Ukulele/Francis to look like in his early 20s, which I pin at around 1981!

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[bisexualshadowheart]

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Whew i am lateee i'll probably have to make the last prompt tomorrow-

Prompt: Favorite boss fight

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I kinda rushed the background.. but as a little addition heres something i did instead of drawing the background :D

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