#i'm kinda wondering what i'm going to do when i want to go skating because obviously it's dangerous to do that with bad depth perception lo

[moon-ttokki-x]

hellooo, can i request a felix x fem!dating!reader where felix finds a used pregnancy test in the trash can, and freaks because it said positive and thought it was the readers? turns out its not, it was her friends, but he was super stressed and sad the he wasn’t told that ‘he was going to have a child’?(around comeback since that kinda fits in)

this was so cute :( writing sad felix almost broke my heart fr but we pushed through . . . here you goooo~

floral tea - lee felix x reader

pairing: lee felix reader

summary: when felix finds a positive pregnancy test in the bathroom bin, a few misunderstandings follow...

genre: sad confused felix, non-idol!au, mentions of pregnancy, pregnancy tests, piss (i promise it's one word lol i'm not sus like that), mentions of injury, blood, lots of tears from felix aww :(

a/n: divider by @g0ds-f4v-svp3rn0v4

skz masterlist

"Y/n, hey!"

You let out an excited squeal as you open the door, embracing Jiseo. It's been so long since you saw her; the last time you did, she was busy travelling for her career.

Her familiar warmth surrounds you like a fluffy blanket as you hug, and her sweet perfume lingers lightly in the summer air. No greater is the joy of meeting an old friend, and that too, completely on an unexpected whim.

"Come in," you say almost shakily from joy, cheeks flushed from the surprise.

She laughs and steps in. You switch on the kettle and sit down to talk with her as steam fills the kitchen. You sit and talk for what feels like hours, reminiscing and gossiping about almost everything. It's so good to see her again, and as a surprise, too...

You're just about to gratefully verbalize this to her when she places a hand over yours, leaning in a little.

"By the way, um, I kinda have something to tell you," she says, a little nervously, but still smiling.

You grin. "What is it?"

Jiseo laughs, though there's a hint of uncertainty behind it. "I, um- Y/n, I think I might be pregnant."

You spit out a mouthful of tea, spluttering ungracefully and splashing the table in floral essence. "What?!"

She nods, unfazed by your rather disgusting reaction. "Yeah, it- kinda just happened, you know?"

You lean forward, almost knocking over your mug, eyes so wide you're sure you look like an owl. "Do you know for sure?"

She shakes her head a little bashfully. "I don't really know... I just came here to you, because if I was going to find out, I wanted you to be with me... s-something like that anyway..."

You can't help the warm bubble that sits in your chest; Jiseo has always been so direct yet so shy at the same time. Her sentiment makes your cheeks tinge with colour as you squeeze her hand. She's probably terrified, poor thing.

"I have pregnancy tests upstairs, if you want to use one," you say, smiling gently. Her hands are clammy.

She exhales shakily. "W-would that be okay? Like, not an invasion of privacy, or-"

"Jiseo," you interrupt, chuckling. "It's okay. I promise, whether it's positive or not, I'll always be here for you. Now, go piss on that stick."

She laughs and gets up.

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You carefully brew another cup of tea as a smile ghosts the corners of your mouth. Inhaling the scent of your second cup of goodness, you sit down in your previous spot and let your fingers skate over the smooth wooden table.

You can't believe Jiseo is pregnant. You couldn't be happier for her.

She left around an hour ago, after around two hours of excited screaming, cheering, and tears from the both of you. She had been terrified, but you spent so long reassuring her, and she'd gone home after disposing of the pregnancy test, in order to catch her breath before her lover came home. You wonder how they would react; they're a good person, and you hope that Jiseo feels supported and cared for throughout the whole process. You have no doubt that her and her partner are probably jumping for joy in the comfort of their own little home right now, and it makes you smile further.

You can faintly hear Felix coming through the front door now; there's the familiar, faint thuds as he kicks off his shoes and puts them to the side.

He comes into the kitchen, sunlight spilling across his frame, and you tilt your head to kiss him as he leans down to you in your chair.

"Hey, sunshine," he murmurs, stroking your hair.

"Hi. How was your day, hmm?"

He sighs and tugs off his tie. "Yeah, busy. Not too bad, though. I'm gonna get changed and then we can make dinner together?"

You nod and smile.

There's a brief moment of silence as Felix shuffles upstairs, his footsteps receding as he shuts the bathroom door. You sit and stare placidly out the window, absentmindedly sipping the cooling tea and absorbing the fading warmth of the mug.

All is quiet.

That is, until a blonde-haired tornado falls down the stairs and stumbles over to you, shirt askew and hair ruffled. You jump with a start and turn to him, about to ask what the matter is, but you're caught up short when you notice the tears pooling in his eyes.

"Love," he gasps, a borderline sob almost escaping. "What is this?"

He holds up a short, white stick and you squint, realising what it is.

Jiseo's pregnancy test.

She must have thrown it away afterwards in the bathroom bin.

You get up, holding out your hands, trying to calm Felix down and explain. "Sunshine, I-"

"No," he gasps. "No, you knew and you didn't tell me? You just threw the fucking test away- love, are you serious? Why would you do this? You didn't even think to call me when you found out you were gonna have a child? Our child?"

"Felix-"

The tears actually spill out of his eyes then, and a guilty look sets itself uncomfortably across his face. "But I swear, we were so careful- How could this happen, I didn't even know because you didn't even think to tell me you were going to eventually fucking give birth-"

"Felix!" You cry. "It's not mine, okay? Calm down."

He stops short, stuttering, tears still streaming down his cheeks in shock and distress. "What?"

You almost laugh, but then remember it might upset him further. He's still confused, after all, and he splutters further.

"W-what do you mean, it's not yours? Do you realise how bad that sounds? Wait, do you mean that the child isn't yours, or the test-"

"For goodness' sake, Felix, the test isn't mine," you say, exasperated as you tug him into a chair with some difficulty. His shirt slips off his collarbone, revealing the freckled, sun-kissed skin underneath. "One of my old friends showed up earlier and she took the test, because she had a hunch she might be pregnant. She must have thrown it away before leaving.."

He's silent for a moment, processing, and then he bursts into tears, upon which you just stare at him, utterly confused. Taking him into a hug, you let him rest his head against your stomach.

It's almost like he just got the news that he's pregnant, you think wryly. This is exactly how Jiseo reacted.

"Lix, honey," you say, a little softer. "It's okay."

"No, it's not," his muffled voice comes from your stomach. You can faintly feel tears soaking the fabric of your top. "I was so stressed, I thought we were gonna have a child, and around comeback season too, I was so scared trying to figure out how we were gonna manage it all-"

You shush and coo at him gently, stroking his ruffled hair, askew in all directions. "I'm sorry I scared you."

He shakes his head, his voice sounding faraway from where he's plowed his face into your middle. "I was worried for you too..."

You fight the warm feeling rising in your chest at his sincerity. He's never afraid to tell you how he feels, your Felix. You do feel bad for not realising Jiseo threw her test away and resultingly scaring the shit out of your lover, but you're glad that he cares enough to be upset about it.

Even if he was wrong.

You let your gaze wander down to where his hair is mussed against your shirt, and you can't help but notice the way his arms are wrapped so tightly around your waist, like he's afraid you'll float away if he lets go. You notice a small gash on his arm, the crimson startling against his pale, freckled skin.

You hum as he lifts his face, tear-streaked and swollen. "What'd you do to your arm?"

He sniffs. "I hit it on the doorway when I came down the stairs... I didn't even feel it."

You sigh, stroking the tiny, soft hairs at the back of his neck. "What am I gonna do with you, hmm?"

"Love me."

You chuckle. "Let's get you patched up."

a/n: listening to zero o'clock by bts while writing this and why does it fit so well . . . ttokki is sad now

[unknownati]

heyy hope you’re doing well! requests r open & i was wondering if you could do a stm w ekko evolving him and his s/o or a friends to lovers trope going roller skating ? :!!

like pls tell me you’ve seen those videos of ppl roller skating .. anyways thxs for the consideration, i luv your work <3

ix. skate to me!

a/n: TY!!! THIS IS SO CUTE LOLOLOL

dance based of this tiktok, idk if i'm feeling that song for this fic tho 🤔 imagine whatever song you want

*the song i attached was also not the song i imagined for the dance but it fit the fic...if u ask me i was thinking abt drugs n hella melodies by don toliver

guys iwas reading my old writing from like my notes app n why am i kinda getting worse at it LMAOOO

warnings/tags: gn!reader, no use of y/n, no desc of reader's physical features, fluff + suggestive (really it's just the dance but i dont see it as THAT sexual 🌚), reader is a beginner roller skater, modern!au, teaching you how to skate 🥹, friends to lovers, slow dancing (backpacking is the actual term...whoops), ekko locking tf in, to fw this fic or not fw this fic...good question!

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ekko regularly went roller skating with powder, vi, claggor and mylo. and lord, was he a show off.

powder would be skating around in her own world, humming to the music, then here comes ekko zooming by backwards, crouching down, AND on his phone.

he acted humble about it, but humility only goes so far when you're two steps from doing a backflip on the floor. regulars started to build a reputation up for him as "the trick guy" because of it.

anyway, one day the six of you were hanging around in powder's room when you overheard mylo ask, "we still on for thursday?"

you perked up. "what's on thursday?"

"oh," vi shrugged, pink locks brushing against her brow. "we're all going skating together."

powder's arms draped around your shoulder. "hey, you should come with. you busy?"

"no," you hummed, "but i don't know how to skate."

the weight of knowing glances being shot around the room smacked you like a ton of bricks, and once again you felt left out. you opened your mouth to speak up but claggor, wearing a smug grin, cut you off.

"ekko'll teach you."

ekko fumbled with his pen, spinning to face the group. "huh?"

"yeah," vi chips in. "you'll teach them, won't you?"

ekko's eyes land on you, his lips tugging into a sheepish smile without even knowing it. "of course!"

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the first time you joined them was the first time you'd ever skated, ever.

low neon lights paint the room, flicking through hues with each beat that pounded through the speakers. a glimmering disco ball spun lazily at the center of the skating rink.

ekko stepped on the slippery floor backwards, hands cupping yours. he pulled you forward and your upper half moved, but your legs didn't.

"c'mon!" he urged, drawing you closer so you didn't fall.

"i'm coming..." you croaked, trying to convince yourself more than him. your eyes remained glued to your feet.

he raised a brow and he leaned into your space. "hey," his breath tickled your ear. "i've got you."

you swallowed and awkwardly stepped onto the floor. wobbling legs mimicked those of a newborn fawn, your body lurching forward to find its balance. embarrassing, a voice rung in your mind. you heard laugh above you and it irritated you.

"ekko, help me! don't just stand there!" you scolded. ekko's fingers began to ache from how tight you gripped onto them.

"you won't learn!" he insisted. "listen, if you lean forward, all your weight will move forward. stand up straight!"

yeah, fuck all of that.

your hands abandoned his, desperately searching for a sturdier anchor. his shoulders, of course! you braced yourself on them, propelling yourself upright. every limb in your body grows stiff, your gaze meeting ekko's.

at no point did you register how close you were to him. chest to chest, nails clawing at his hoodie, faces only a few inches apart.

ekko however, was violently aware.

ekko cleared his throat, hands awkwardly floating at his side. his gaze darts everywhere except for towards you. he didn't wanna just grab on you, not without asking first—fuck, you looked amazing under the lights—but you needed help and you wanted to learn and—

"ekko?" you called for the third time.

"sorry. we'll, um, take it slow, okay? i won't let you fall. i promise."

you've only realized this now, but ekko was...kinda cute.

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you attended the skating sessions more frequently after that. a quick learner, you were. after a few weeks you started to get the hang of skating on your own without clutching onto ekko like your life depended on it.

he'll never admit it, but he missed having you so close.

the distance had you two constantly staring at each other on the floor, shooting each other smiles. they were flirtatious and shy, too nervous to go any further.

with you starting to separate on the floor came you seeing just how much of a show off ekko was. backwards, sliding on the floor, speeding around the rink, twisting with vi to create some insane shape—didn't matter. it was for fun, sure, but he loved seeing the impressed look on your face more than anything.

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you trail far behind ekko on the rink, still not quite as fast as him. he twists around to face you, arms open, beckoning you over.

pushing off the ground, you speed up to him, barely avoiding a collision. your body clashes with his, almost sending you both tumbling down. you erupt in laughter after finding your balance.

"i knew you'd learn," he comments, the distance between you two growing ever so slightly. your hip bumps his.

"all thanks to you," you coo. his lips press into a line, slipping against each other. should he just tell you? he's been holding it in way too long, now would be the best time, right?

"☆, i—"

"this next song's for all my couples on the floor," the dj's voice boomed out in the speaker. ekko looked around in confusion, looking at the dj booth near the front, lo and behold, powder was behind it, her hand covering her mouth as she spoke to him.

you moved with the threat of departure, then paused once you heard the slow intro to the song. "oh, but i love this song," you murmur in disappointment. once the dj played a song during a session, he would not play it again.

ekko hesitates to speak. "we could...dance anyway?" you glance over at him, glassy umber eyes begging you to not skate away. "...can we?" he tacks on.

you'd be crazy to say no.

your foot makes its turn, wheels sliding across the floor as you faced ekko. it starts casual; just skating, swaying to the music, eyes closed while you just let you and the music get comfortable.

ekko, on the other hand? a wreck. he could only keep his cool for so long. with you moving closer, closer, closer, he was about to fall apart. he kept glancing behind him to 'make sure he didn't crash into someone' but if he had the choice he'd keep his eyes fixed on you forever.

you caught on to ekko's feelings for you a while ago. albeit, it took multiple teasing glances from the rest of the group for it to start to click, but once you realized that you had him wrapped around your finger, that chance was taken and ran, no, sprinted with it.

your hands finally met, which is when you opened your eyes.

"hi," you chirp.

"hi," he parrots, tone dripping with something you can't quite place.

half-lidded eyes watch in awe of how effortless you made everything look. he needed to catch up, couldn't leave you dancing on your own.

as the song started to build into the chorus, ekko started to follow your lead. a lazy game of cat and mouse—chasing the direction of your body. his arm raised, readying you for a twirl that you were waiting for.

your fingers rotate between his and you make it halfway through the spin before you trip on your front wheel. your back lands on his chest.

"sorry," you gasp, heart racing from almost falling. his heartbeat drums against your shoulder.

"no, it's okay," he reassures. his wrists perch atop your hip bone, your arms crossed in front of you.

your eyes meet his above you shoulder. smooth, brown skin tinted a deep red over the lights, small twinkles curving around the planes of his face. slowly, your hips grind back into his. it was impossible to feign innocence at this point.

ekko almost chokes on his spit, but by no means is he against it. the slow wind of your body against his had the room spinning around him. it takes him...multiple seconds, but he starts to move with you, stretching your arms into the air, exposing the fluidity of your movements.

although his anxiety was eating him alive, he rocked with you ever so slowly, arms swishing back down. his hand glides on your upper thigh, chin resting on your shoulder. you crane back on his opposite shoulder, free hand raising to cup the back of his neck.

it felt like nobody else was in the building at that moment, music drowning out behind your heartbeats thumping in your ears.

you lock eyes, both of you stealing glances at the other's lips.

ekko was frozen, caught in the intricacies of your facial features. to be fair, you were losing the ability to breathe the more you stared into his eyes, but it seems ekko is losing brain cells. so, fine. you'd do it.

your noses collide at first, sending you back to his shoulder. like two teenagers. no time was set aside for any apology from either of you after you finished snickering, guiding him by his neck to finally let your lips meet.

the rhythmic beats in your chests synced, the world blurring around you as your movements slowed to a near stop. with each presage of the kiss stopping, your brows knit together and the hand cradling his neck pressed ever-so-slightly down. urging, pleading him not to let the moment end.

it was delicate, and maybe lasted longer than it should have, but it spoke every word that the two of you were too scared to say.

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during your dance, mylo's mouth flew open with a yawn.

"man, i just wish they'd get it over with and kiss."

"be patient!" powder snapped, leaning on the table, anticipation literally having her at the edge of her seat. she's been waiting for this moment for months, praying for the day that you two just suck it up and admit it.

vi leaned across the table to whisper to claggor, eyes remained fixed on the two of you. she chuckled. "ekko's too nervous to—holy shit."

[storywriter007]

do you do requests? if you do, can you do Leo x fem reader who is the daughter of Khione, she has ice powers and she has a very friendly, cheerful demeanor and is genuinely kind tends to smile a lot of the times although it does comes off as creepy sometimes, the reason why the reader smiles a lot is because just like Leo as a way of coping with her mommy issues and doesn't want people to worry

Fire & Ice - Leo Valdez x Fem!Reader

author's note: i do take requests :) and this is such a cute idea! like fire and ice, polar opposites, but they end up being the exact same. thank you for the request!

author's note 2: i didn't know if you wanted this to be fluff or angst, so i kinda did both (please send me more angst im internally dying writing all of this joy)

warnings: slight bullying, mommy issues, cursing

genre: angst ending in fluff

word count: 1.9k

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y/n gently braided the curly hair in front of her. she put a little elastic towards the end of the braid, and leaned back. it looked wonderful. beautiful brown curls cascaded down like a waterfall, and two cute little braids were at the top of the head.

"all done lay!" she smiled.

"you look beautiful," she said, holding up a mirror for the girl to see.

"thank you so much y/n! i loooove it!" she beamed, giving y/n a big hug.

"of course!"

she ran off, and y/n began cleaning up.

"surprised you didn't give the kid a brain freeze." a familiar voice laughed.

"nice to see you too, valdez." she rolled her eyes.

leo's smile died out whenever he saw y/n, and y/n's kindness turned into cruelty whenever she saw him. they didn't get along; not in the least. leo was a fire-producing maniac, and y/n was a snow-summoning psycho. their rivalry started when y/n was ice skating on the lake (after turning part of it into ice) and leo came up and set it on fire. y/n would've drowned if she didn't quickly skate away and create ice until she got to the grass. after that, y/n froze one of his favorite machines, and he spent days trying to melt all the ice off. they'd had it out for each other for two summers - ever since leo found out she was the daughter of khione.

leo was loud. annoying. funny on occasion. y/n was soft spoken. kind. caring. fire and ice. they were far too different.

"don't you have something to blow up?" she asked, meeting his brown eyes.

"yeah." he said, looking over at her cabin. "elsa's castle."

"i swear to god, i'm going to-"

"turn me into a rocket pop?" he grinned.

"i'm gonna freeze your bed. have fun sleeping outside for the week." she said, staring him down.

"that'll make two of us."

they both stormed away. gods, she couldn't stand him.

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evening struck, and as y/n made her way to the mess hall, she saw a little boy sitting all alone on a fallen tree. he had curly blonde hair. he was wearing a blue t-shirt and beige cargo shorts. he looked no older than twelve. he sat quietly, his face resting on his right hand. he looked upset.

"y/n, c'mon." one of her friends said.

"you guys go, i'll be with you in a few."

she made her way over to the little boy.

"can i sit here?" she asked.

"yeah." he said glumly, moving over.

"what's your name?"

"daniel." he said, not looking at her.

"tough first week, daniel?" she asked.

he nodded his head. new campers came in everyday, and it didn't get easier for any half-blood who stepped in the magical boundaries.

"it's alright." she reassured. "the first week is always the worst week."

"i've got no friends." he said shakily. "no one wants to talk to me."

he finally looked up and met y/n's gaze. she could see the scattered freckles on his face and the tears that were welled up in his light green eyes.

"what about your siblings?"

her voice was soft and calming.

"they don't wanna talk to me either." he said, defeated.

"i know." she sighed. "it's tough being new. but, uh, tell me dan, what do you like to do?"

"i-i like to draw." he said.

"that's so cool! i can only draw a stick figure, dear gods. what do you like to draw?"

"mostly nature and stuff. i draw a lot of animals and landscapes." he said, his tone picking up a little bit. "i have a sketchbook, if y-you want to see.."

his voice trailed off.

"i'd be delighted." she smiled.

the boy's eyes lit up as he rushed off and quickly came back with a sketchbook. he showed her all of his drawings and where he had drawn them. they were absolutely beautiful. they continued talking about the drawings, and daniel told y/n about all of the parks, lakes, and mountains he'd visited before arriving at camp. she could see he was feeling a lot better.

"don't you want to go to the mess hall?" y/n asked him. "get somethin' to eat?

"my siblings don't like it when i sit with them." he sighed.

"who said you have to sit with them?" she laughed. "sit with me. c'mon kid."

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after walking daniel to the ares cabin, y/n turned around and rushed to the camp headquarters for a counselor's meeting. she wasn't looking forward to seeing leo. as she walked into the very informal meeting room, his first remark was made.

"someone's late." he coughed.

the other counselors turned to look at her.

suck my dick is what she wanted to say.

"one of the kids wanted me to walk them back. that's kinda what happens when the younger campers actually trust you." she smiled, passive-aggresively.

"hey, they trust me!" he defended. "they love me."

"first you lie about your height, and now how much the kids like you?"

the crowd of counselors started laughing.

"don't encourage her guys." he said, so seriously that the crowd quit laughing. "she's gonna start singing 'let it go!'"

giggles and laughs burst out from every corner of the room as y/n felt her cheeks grow warm.

"c'mon johnny storm." she paused. "give them a real show and sing 'this boy is on fire,' won't you?"

he glared at her as more laughs erupted from the counselors. to them, it was all in good fun. to leo and y/n, it was the continuation of a war. just as leo was about to holler another snappy insult, their verbal sparring was interrupted.

"enough." chiron said, entering the room. "i've had it with you two."

the room stood quiet.

"yeah, y/n, pack up your shit." he snickered.

"i'm sorry for the constant misconduct." she smiled, trying to repair the damage. "i could fix it, if you'd let me turn valdez into a statue for my ice castle."

laughs erupted from more of their banter.

"go clean the stables." he ordered. "both of you, together. come back to your cabins once you've become friends."

"there's no way that me and evil frosty are gonna get along." leo protested. "we're gonna be there forever!"

shut up y/n wanted to yell. he was just making things worse.

"then i suggest you ask mr. jackson to teach you how to speak horse." chiron said firmly.

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y/n cleaned the stables while leo swept the floor.

"leo, could you pass me that-"

"no."

they had been here for four hours and leo had refused to cooperate. she was at the end of her rope with him.

"why do you hate me?" she asked, exasperated.

she'd wondered this ever since they'd got here. she assumed it's because ice and fire don't get along, but everyone at camp assured her leo would never hate anyone over something they couldn't control. especially, godly heritage.

"you got us stuck here!" he argued.

"you started it!" she countered.

their voices slowly rose as they yelled at one-another.

"you were late!" he continued. "and besides, i might've started it, but you ended it!"

"you started things with me from the first day i got here two summers ago! you tried to burn me alive! you threated to blow my cabin up! why!?" she asked loudly.

she was tired. she was sore. and she was sick of leo always being a douchebag.

"your mom tried to kill me!" he yelled.

"she tried to kill me too!"

"what?" he asked, his gaze softening and his voice lowering.

"nothing." y/n said, realizing what she'd just said. "nothing, just forget about it."

"y/n-"

"go to bed." she demanded. "i'll finish this by myself. not like you were doing anything anyways."

"you can trust me." he insisted. "please?"

"make whatever snide remark you were going to, and leave."

"please, y/n." he said, his voice low and steady. "what happened?"

"i was nine, and uh, my mother had decided she was done with me. she tried to freeze me, and uh, then she tried to stab me." she paused to say the next part. "and when none of that work, she uh-she tried to burn me."

"i'm so sorry."

"don't worry about it." she said, quickly plastering a smile on her face. "now it's your turn to answer my question. why do you hate me?"

"i-i don't. i never have." he sighed. "i figured you'd end up hating me regardless, so i just sealed our fate."

they stood in the silence of the stables.

"you started a fight with my because you assumed i would automatically dislike you? because you can summon fire?" y/n asked, it being her turn to be shocked now.

"yeah." he said, rubbing the back of his neck. "i thought you'd be some cold, icy, pessimistic bitch.

"ouch."

"until i saw you. how much you cared, and how much you smiled, and how much you made other people feel better. by the time, i realized you weren't what i had made of you, it was too late to turn back."

"leo." she said, unable to speak. "i care about people regardless. i would've never had a vendetta against you because you're a mini human torch. and even though you were convinced i hated you, i never did. i just played along."

"liar." he chuckled.

"when you passed out from exhaustion for forty-eight hours, do you know who monitored you each and every second? do you know who constructed your diet and recovery plan? do you remember the fuzzy voice telling you everything was going to be okay? because that was me."

"why?" he asked. "why are you so nice?

"i just want someone to stay."

they started at each-other for a moment. leo used humor and jokes to cover up the pain he felt. y/n used compensating kindness. they didn't want people to leave them, so they found something that would make them valuable: witty remarks and selflessness. they both covered up their profound pain and self-hatred with a form of fake happiness. they both had constructed a person who is only upset when no one is watching. and it was all because both of them didn't want people to worry, they just wanted them to stay.

"i feel the same way." he shared.

they weren't as different as they thought they were.

"i'm sorry." he said, sincerity in his eyes. "i misjudged you."

"i'm sorry too." she responded. "i held up my end of the bargain, didn't i?"

"i guess fire and ice aren't polar opposites after all." he smiled.

"i think they're identical." she agreed, reaching her hand out.

they shook hands, but didn't let go. leo's grip was firm on her hand. they looked into each other's eyes. leo pulled her in and pressed his lips to hers. his rough hands wrapped around her waist, as hers roamed his face and neck. it wasn't a needy kiss, it wasn't a passionate kiss, it was a "i'm glad you're here" kiss. leo felt her cold fingers move around his neck. it felt refreshing. y/n felt his warm hands around her waist. it felt comforting. after a few seconds, they pulled away, and laughed a little. y/n put her head on his shoulder as he held her tight.

[nosebleedsturn]

twenty-two ; sweet november

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sunday afternoon, november 24th, 1:00 pm

normally, vega would want to piss everyone and their mother off when she wasn't feeling good. the reason she wasn't feeling good was that today the triplets had invited the girls to their boston home for a friendsgiving celebration.

camille and chris had been on the phone forever, talking everything through. cami liked to plan whereas chris kinda liked going with the flow, he loved the call of adventure. camille really admired that about him, but today it was pissing her off, and more so, pissing off vega.

she was so overstimulated. vega never had a friendsgiving before so this whole celebration confused her a bit. especially because she was invited. camille going was a 'duh' kinda moment. she was 'seeing' chris right now, okay of course he'd want her to come over. she could meet his parents, meet his friends, they could hang out and get a brief idea of what a future would look like together.

malerie going was, eh okay. mal was very good friends with all three of the boys, nick mostly. the trio had formed when sammy and nick started seeing each other, mal quickly attaching to nick's side finding comfort in him. vega liked to be the fourth one in their group when it came down to it. but vega attending?

sure, she got along fine with chris and nick. but the idea of being trapped in a house (and having to be nice) to matthew fucking sturniolo made her skin crawl.

it started with camille of course.

"are you busy?" cami asked sweetly. vega was sitting on her couch, hot chocolate curled in her lap sleeping. "not really." supernatural episodes were playing on her tv, and she was editing a youtube video for the end of the month. the girls had filmed a video for vega's youtube channel while skating, doing little tricks and challenges. "no, not busy."

"okay great, i was thinking, let's not cook any food for thanksgiving. i was thinking we could focus on the deserts-"

"cami baby, you know i love you, but this is third time you've called me in 20 minutes. what's wrong?"

"nothing at all, my darling vega. it's just-well i... well i'm nervous." cami liked to ramble when she was nervous, vega had no problem seeing the truth in that. "uh huh." vega twirled hot choclate's curly hair between her fingers, kicking her feet up on the table. "i just want everything to be perfect! i'm meeting his family for the first time, and all his friends from home. i mean, i haven't had a boyfriend in months!"

"uh huh, look if you wanna talk boyfriends, i'd suggest malerie. she's a lot better with relationships... or fucking talk to nick, he's chris' brother for fucks sake." vega sighed. to an untrained ear, vega sounded pissed, but to cami, it was just regular old vega. "oh that's perfect!" cami cheered, wondering briefly why she hadn't thought of that first. "thank you v, i'll see you tomorrow!" cami and vega hung up soon after that and vega pushed her phone to the side again. sitting and waiting for camille to call again.

but this got vega thinking, which she didn't want to do at the moment. she was busy (watching tv when she should be editing). what was she going to wear?

the thought plagued her the rest of the evening. jeans? some dark denim jeans sounded nice. but what if she got too hot? was the triplets house going to be hot? would she be uncomfortable wearing jeans? she didn't want to show up looking like a hobo either. never would she ever let a man see her in her weakest state. a sweater? too hot. off the shoulder top? too much, was that too slutty? so crop tops were definitely off the table then? and what about shoes? heels, or was she trying too much? and her hair, should she shower tonight and style it curly or leave it straight now? and jewelry, silver or gold? should she do white? no, stains. she doesn't want to stain her clothes but she found black too boring. and light colored denim was totally not autumn enough.

vega pushed hot choclate off her lap gently, slamming her computer shut and grabbing her phone, making her way to her bedroom. normally, an occasion like this, vega would have planned for it before she got home. ordered something fun and new to make her feel more put together, but now she was surrounded by clothes older than hot chocolate. vega quickly dialed up cami who answered right away. "hello my darling vega, what can i do for you?"

"are you busy?"

"mm, no not at the moment. why?"

"what are you wearing tomorrow?" cami gasped, a squeal being released from between her lips. "oh! i thought you'd never ask, okay so-you know i don't wear black, so no black. so i asked chris what he was wearing, he doesn't know. but of course nick knows what he's going to wear-"

friday afternoon, november 22nd, 2:30

vega's heart was racing in her chest the closer she got to boston. she had urged mal and cami to go ahead on without her, saying she wasn't ready yet. she had baked brownie's last night before showering, and her curly hair routine wasn't going so well. her makeup was pissing her off and she was already nervous. would their parents like her? would she like them? what about his friends, would she like them too? vega didn't even know why she cared so much about the opinion of these parents and friends who she's never met. she believed that camille's nervous excitement had washed onto her and was ruining her mood.

she was dressed nicely for this, nicer than she wanted to.

camille had told vega that she was wearing a white knitted dress, mid thigh length, and with some brown boots and a brown matching purse.

and malerie on the other hand was wearing a dress as well, brown and white also. a tiny white bow in her hair to bring the two braided pieces together. she had a huge, heavy, brown leather coat to keep her warm as well. malerie always was hot anyway, even when it was practically snowing outside.

vega had swirled the thought around in her mind for days, did she also want to wear a dress? also wear brown and white like her two friends? of course she knew that malerie and camille would love for them all to match, in their own styles of course. so she did. kind of, she didn't have a dress matching the two girls very well. but what she did have was a brown blouse, a blue denim skirt and big brown boots. she matched with the brown, but keeping her own style, and wearing what she already had in her overrun closet.

the uber pulled off to the side of the triplets house, vega stared up at it. she had never seen the outside before, but it looked nice.

vega collected her tiny brown purse and the large glass tray filled with chocolate brownies, and made her way to the front door. she held the glass tin in one arm, knocking on the door with the other. she chewed on her bottom lip nervously, fingers twitching slightly.

the door was pulled open, matt standing on the other side. "hey vega, come in." matt pulled the door open wider, letting the girl walk through. vega nodded courteously, pushing passed him into the living room. "where can i put this?" vega asked, showing matt the tin in her arms. she tried not to focus too much on what he was wearing, his outfit was cute. probably the best outfit he's ever worn around her. which honestly wasn't saying much considering he's mostly got on sweats and hoodies around her.

matt was wearing a yellow and green colored plaid button up. it looked soft. and some dark denim jeans, and timbs. "i can take that." he said, reaching out to grab the tin but vega pulled away. "i can handle it matthew."

"ah no-i mean i didn't say you couldn't-i just-just meant that i could-uh... kitchen's this way." matt stuttered out. vega's eyes widened the more he struggled to speak, jaw dropping open in a perfect 'O' in shock. he's never done that before. matt's lips pressed together in a thin line, motioning toward the kitchen. vega nodded, passing by a set of stairs and moving forward toward the kitchen. "hello dear."

an older woman with brunette curly hair said from inside the kitchen. "hello." vega greeted as sweetly as she could. "you must be vega?" the older woman asked making vega nod in agreement. "yes, i am."

"perfect, brownies? go ahead and put them in the fridge, we can take them out later and heat them up again." she dried her hands using a towel, helping vega put everything away in the fridge. "where's everyone else?" vega asked the older woman. she had in fact done her research (a short little google: the boys mom was marylou and their father was jimmy) beforehand (in the uber).

"they're in the backyard playing with trevor and taking pictures i think." matt says, walking over to the back door. "do you want to go outside?" matt asked. he rocked back and forth on his feet, feeling nervous under the stare of both his parents and vega.

vega stared down matt questioningly. it's not that he's ever been rude to her, this attitude he was giving off, it made her think he thought he was better than her. that he was giving off a 'i'm so sweet and innocent' kinda vibe and it irritated vega a little bit. vega didn't reply, she pushed matt aside, opening the back door and heading down the few steps. "vega!" cami shouted excitedly, pausing petting trevor and stood up, running over to welcome vega into the triplets home. "hi cami." vega's arms wrapped tightly around cami in a warm hug.

vega smiled at nick and chris, malerie making her way over to say hi to vega as well. a few lawn chairs were strewn about, and a makeshift camp fire situated in the middle. "i'll grab another chair." matt had appeared behind vega, but vega waved him off. "i can stand.' matt just shook his head. "i'm grabbing you a chair." he disappeared back inside the house.

nick and chris were both dressed nice, chris a hell of a lot nicer than she's ever seen him dress before. nick was wearing a white long sleeve, brown dress pants, and a white short sleeve button up shirt over it. 

and chris was wearing a black beanie, and a black and brown plaid hoodie with some black baggy jeans and his timberland boots. cami talks about them all the time. i don't know why. the juxtaposition between camille's white dress and delicate facial features and chris and his dark attire was very obvious. it just proved how diffferent they were. but there were subtle matching similarities, like how they both had brown mixed into their outfits, cami's purse and boots, and then chris' hoodie.

matt comes back with a camping chair. it was navy blue, a circular shape in one of the arms holders for a cup. "i can bring your purse inside if you want." matt says, noticing i'm clutching the purse tightly to my chest. "no it's okay." i waved him off. i sit down in the chair, staring profusely at chris and cami as they play with trevor. they're so cute together. "it's cold, do you want a blanket or a hoodie or something?"

i turned to look back at matt. he's staring at me kinda weird and i don't really like it. "you don't have to be nice." i rolled my eyes. his sudden change of behavior toward me was like whiplash. i hadn't spent much time with him, but the few conversations we've had, he's always had this air of arrogance surrounding him. the 'yes ma'ams', being sickly sweet.

this was lost puppy behavior. i don't know what matt is more annoying.

"i'm not the mean one vega." vega mumbles, turning and walking back inside the house. i stare at his retreating figure. i move on once the door slams shut and face the camp fire again. trevor had calmed down, now sitting in between cami and chris' chair on a little brown dog bed, chewing on a treat nick had retrieved from the kitchen. i cross one leg over the other. matt wasn't wrong, it was windy. i would have worn pants or even thick tights had i known we'd be outside.

mal is sitting directly across from me, next to camille. she's staring me down intently. 'what?' o mouthed to her. mal shakes her head, glancing down at her phone. within a few seconds, my phone chimes.

maleria!! sent you a message

i pursed my lips, unlocking my phone and glancing around. nick was absorbed into his own little world (probably texting sammy) and chris and cami were very happy and content with themselves, talking animatedly with one another. i had never seen camille so engaged and open and excited while talking before. it was kinda sweet how easily chris had managed to get her to open up.

maleria!!

you're being mean v :(

vegas

ok and?

maleria!!

dude i thought we talked about this

vegas

talk about what?

maleria!!

being nice to matt!

he's too sweet for you to talk down on him like that

vegas

he's a 21 yr old grown man. i'm sure a 5'7 woman isn't doing much to harm is inflated ego mal

maleria!!

that actually isn't the point

imagine how nick and chris feel

you get along fine with them but you always push matt away from you

i know you don't get along well with guys v i promise i understand that but matt's not a bad guy

he isn't gonna hurt you

a shiver runs down my spine and i switch my legs that are crossed. goosebumps cover my legs. suddenly, a large fluffy brown blanket is wrapped around my shoulder, dropping to my knees. i gasped, turning around to look at the perpetrator. the devil incarnate himself, matt. he smiles down at me sheepishly. "sorry i didn't mean to startle you." he apologizes softly. for once, i have nothing to say.

matt seems to take notice of this. "what? nothing snippy to say to me now?" he jokes smoothly. a small smirk adorning his plump lips. "uh.. thank you?"

matt blinks down at me repetitively. "thank you?" we seem to be frozen like that. me, turned around in a navy blue chair, a huge blanket wrapped around my body, matt leaning over me a bit, staring into my eyes like he was lost. i shut my phone off, shoving it between my legs and readjust myself, wrapping the blanket fully around me more. matt shuffles too, sitting down in the brown chair next to me.

malerie is staring at me again. an all too knowing look on her face and i want nothing more than to leave. but i don't. only because i was warm and comfortable and the blanket smelled like lavender laundry soap and the slight breeze running through my curly hair and the way matt laughed at chris and nick's banter and his chair was too close to mine and i couldn't get up because the fire was warm and it was nice for once.

N O S E B L E E D S

Ty guys for 100 followers! More to come, I promise!

[milkmissiles]

todoroki as a boyfriend pls? 🥺 I'm so weak for him oml

Oooo yes ofc! Sorry this took so long lol I have been so busy. Also it's much longer than I thought it was going to be haha. I'm weak for him too honestly he's just so pretty.

Hope I did this man justice :)

♡Boyfriend Todoroki♡

-CW- fluff, a bit suggestive but nothing too in depth. Probably SFW.

Pairing: todoroki x GN reader

He is dense. Like denser than dense.

You could literally make out with him for hours and he still wouldn't get the message.

He'd be like, "What are you doing..? I don't need cpr..."

This bitch

Its Not that he doesn't have feelings for you, In fact its pretty much the opposite. It's just that this poor traumatized boy can't even comprehend that someone would want to date him.

And he's literally the prettiest boy in U.A. so you eventual gave up on trying to ask him out because you figured he probably just didn't like you.

Imagine this poor boys reaction when you stop talking to him everyday. He is crushed.

Would inevitably go to Midoriya for help. He doesn't understand his feelings for you and pretty much has to be informed by Midoriya that it's a crush. Unfortunately, Midoriya isn't all that good at confessions either. So obviously, the next best option is Bakugou.

Except that he also sucks ass in this situation... he'd tell poor confused Shouto to grow a pair or something.

Eventually Shouto goes through literally everyone in the class asking what to do. He gets tons of advice and multiple lessons and pep talks from the girls.

At this point you know how he feels before he even has the chance to ask you out... I mean he is constantly talking about it out loud in the hallways and in Class. There have been multiple note passing situations between him and Mina that resulted in a very pissed Aizawa, and a very embarrassed Shouto...

When he finally gathers enough information on this whole "crush" thing. He works up the courage to ask you out. You would obviously know what was happening, but please act surprised he's trying really hard.

He would ask you out in like the textbook way, With a little flair added by Mina and Denki.

He bought you red roses, and brought you to an extremely fancy restaurant. Like, dress code level fancy.

(Don't worry he's using Endeavors card please buy the most expensive thing on the menu)

He would be super uptight and formal at first, And it's really awkward.

But you were expecting that considering it's Shouto so you don't mind.

As long as you continue making conversation, he will calm down eventually, smiling softly at you from across the table while you tell some story about an annoying customer you dealt with at work yesterday or something.

He loves the sound of your voice and the way you get all riled up when you rant about something annoying. Or the way you talk with your hands when you're excited. He loves watching you just talk. He doesn't even need to say anything he just nods along, giving all of his attention to every word that comes out of your mouth.

By the end of your diner, the atmosphere is completely normal. Shouto's nerves have calmed down at that point, and his confidence is up a bit.

Once you leave the resteraunt, he offers his hand to you. He doesn't say anything. he just kinda puts his hand out and hopes you get the message. When you take his hand, he immediately starts leading you down the street.

You ask where he's taking you and he just says "it's a surprise.. you'll see when we get there."

And it is a long ass walk into the middle of nowhere. Like the literal bush. If it was anyone other than Shouto you would have thought you were being kidnapped.

Fortunately it is Shouto. So you've got nothing to worry about.. but you start to wonder how long this walk is going to last... he seems very concentrated.

Finally, you get to the spot. Emerging from the bush to see two pairs of ice skates a lake that is completely frozen.. which was obviously Shouto's doing considering its the middle of summer.

You would ice skate together for hours. Your hand in his, he would slow his pace down a bit because you are definitely an inferior skater to him.

(Which is why Denki and Mina suggested skating. Gotta give him as many opportunities as possible right?)

But in the end, he doesn't try anything. He doesn't want to push you to do something you're not comfortable with.

Even though a first date with Shouto would be extremely awkward. After a few months of dating, and quite a bit of reassurance that he didn't have to worry so much. He would come around.

I don't think he would be into pda like at all. He would definitely be on the shy side when it comes to physical affection. Although he does like to be the one who initiates it.

In public he would do small touches, like pulling on your sleeve to get you attention, Or brushing hair out of your face. He would hold pinkies with you if you were in a crowd. Telling you to keep close to him. (Or honestly you don't even have to be in a crowd, he's just worried about you)

"Stay close ok..? There's a lot of people her, you could get lost." He would say, squeezing your Pinky a bit.

He would hold your hand if the crowd got to chaotic, his grip firm but not to hard. A drop of sweat rolling down his forhead.

He's really scared of losing you. After all, who knows how long it would take to find you again, right? You could easily be ambushed by a villain. Or a civilian for that matter. I mean, normal businessmen can be just as dangerous as villains. Definitely a threat to your safety. Or at least that's what he's thinking.

I mean, can you really blame him? U.A. students and pro heroes alike get attacked almost daily. So it's not his fault if he's worried, right?

On the other hand if you were in private, he would be much more touchy.

Not gross touchy but like cute soft touchy y'know?

Like he would come up behind you if you were doing housework and stuff and just rest his chin on your head and follow you around while you do things. Every few minutes asking if you need help.

it would be the most menial things too. Like your just minding your own business, unloading the dish washer and there he is asking if you need help putting away a singular fork.

He just wants to make your life easier, but man, it is constant.

He would be so nervous to kiss you when you first start dating. He does not know how.

But surprisingly enough, I think he'd be naturally talented. Like he warns you in advance that he's never really done it before, and you're all prepared for the most awkward, stiff kiss of your life. And then, by some miracle, he's like a master kisser.

within a few makeout sessions you're experiencing mind-blowing, earth-shatering kisses with this man.

His hands definitely wander when you two are making out.

Not even on purpose, he's just doing it absent-mindedly.

But even though he doesn't realize what he's doing. You sure do.

I mean how can you not with his right hand running through your hair, holding your head in place as he kisses you. And his left hand is traveling up and down your back, under your shirt, in a rhythmic soothing motion that could probably put you to sleep if you weren't currently making out with Shoto Todoroki.

You are a fucking mess and this man has no idea what he's doing to make you act like this.

Try and keep your composure at least a little bit, or he might think you're sick and dying though.

Seriously the first time ya'll did anything spicy he probably got so freaked out by the sounds you were making.

You literally had to show him source material to convince him he wasn't hurting you and you weren't possessed.

It does make sense though. Like there's no way Endeavor ever gave him the talk..

So he is completely clueless and you basically have to give him the talk yourself. But once he gets the idea, he's... well, let's just say he's very.. well endowed.

(...The carpet matches the drapes...)

He would literally break your guys's 11th bed frame and he would just be like "oops."

Absolutely menace. Nobody wants to have to replace their bedframe that many times. Nevermind your bed sheets which also tend to get ruined.

It's a good thing you're both top pro heroes and absolutely loaded.

He would be so good at aftercare though. He cares about you so so much, so he would definitely pamper the shit out of you after ya'll do your thang.

He would run you a warm bath, heating to water up to the perfect temperature with his Quirk. He helps you into the bathtub, massaging the shampoo into your hair with the most gentle touch you have ever felt.

After he takes care of you and you both go to bed, you would have no trouble falling asleep.

Your bodies pressed against each other. Your head resting peacefully on his chest as he strokes your hair, breathing a sigh of relief. Just knowing you're there, with him, and your safe. That's enough to give him a good night's sleep.

I would literally die for him. If he needs a dog, I can meow 👍

[vanosslirious]

BBS Dialogue Prompts #375

BBS Dialogue Prompts & Sentence Starter: [ 9 ]

SMII7Y

I think I made it way more difficult than it needed to be.

I'm really good at that part.

If I wasn't a dumbass, I'm sure that's entirely possible.

Why am I the most difficult human being?

Why does that not open the door? That's so stupid.

I'm going to stare you in the eyes.

I don't even have to do the other ones.

Screw the other alarm systems.

Oh my God, I made a bridge.

Oh boy, victory fire!

Why do you have to make this so difficult?

This is an annoying mission.

I really don't trust myself with this thing.

Come on, just get on the boat!

Get on the boat, I'm not taking no for an answer.

Do I really want to do all three?

There's no way in hell this thing survives.

It's already under water.

Come here, you son of a bitch.

I feel so accomplished.

TERRORISER

I'll come back.

I can go to bed!

I found the door, let's go.

I'm in the radioactive room!

You're a genius.

Oh my God, the door is right here.

Oh no, he's in a maze.

Do you appreciate me?

It beeps because it detects the ghost.

Is that a safe in there?

BIGPUFFER

Do you still have root beer?

Don't fucking touch me!

We gotta be momma birds, okay.

I'm a be honest, I didn't do a fucking thing.

I haven't done a single thing.

We gotta gang up on them!

Alright, who are we targeting this time?

Damn, that's crazy, anyways.

I'm gonna get some treats.

Put me in the bunker!

VANOSSGAMING

There are only two options.

It could be anything, yes.

Who broke it?

Can I do whatever you guys are doing?

Wait, why am I poisoned, I didn't drink it.

Stop hitting me, I'm going to die again.

Yay, I feel so energized!

I got enough to deal with.

Jesus, the fucking timing!

That's right, I'm invincible.

JERICHO

This ain't hard at all.

They're getting sent to their death, a harrowing journey.

How do I use that?

I can't, I don't have enough ammo.

I'm gonna phase through it.

Beer!

I think I broke my legs.

I wonder what happens when you fall off…

I'm gonna climb up.

You idiots, I slid underneath it for a reason.

NOGLA

That's the prank, wasting our time.

I was the inspiration, let's just say.

You don't even sound concerned.

I don't know, but they killed your dog.

That seems personal, bro.

You're such a slut.

Yep, not my problem.

I have a strategy in mind.

Now I can start building my portfolio again.

Don't worry about it.

ELILIKESRICE

I put the piano back.

You put it down before we went to bed, you woke up and didn't even notice it.

You bitch, you stole that from me, I was setting it up!

Whoa, what just happened?

We need comprehensive sex education.

Just kick it, just kick it!

We're losing our slots.

He was holding the ball too.

Me, personally, I wouldn't allow that to happen.

Hey, you're learning.

H2ODELIRIOUS

Oh, I don't think we should be doing this.

That's so creepy!

That was all the money that was in there, that was it?

Someone was going to take that, it might as well be me, right?

We can get a taxi, hike, or steal the car...let's steal the car.

Oh no...it's the killer!

Why did we pick this guy up?

What are you doing...are you doing this?

Please don't shoot me, man.

Oh my God, I thought I was going to die.

FL0M

After everything on our raft, that's what concerns you?

Come up, right here, I'm right above you!

I literally haven't hit a trap, and I'm gonna die.

I'm picking up all this shit.

The screws aren't even in the boat, what kinda magic is this?

Dude, are we ice-skating, bro?

Cry about it.

Bring the gun thing.

He gave us an egg.

They told me this shit is melting, no way.

[flashnthunder]

Tag game (Christmas edition)!

It's Festivus for the rest of us so grab your Chanukah bush, your mistletoe, your pagan ritual or whatever brings you joy and come gather round the fire and celebrate your pocket friends.

@deputy-buck tagged me in this :)) !

Favourite nickname you've ever been given?

i have never gone by my full name but technically izzy is my nickname, i've gotten iz or izzers by friends before and izzy-maye is my family nickname which i like

Where are you located?

the US, specifically ohio so very midwest

What season is it where you are now?

it is winter and officially Cold, it has not felt like winter for the past month but now i am freezing and already crying thinking about driving in ice

Favorite tradition this time of year?

there's a zoo that puts on this big light show every year and i usually go with friends which has become a little tradition, but tbh there's not a lot i can think of other than that

Favourite holiday food?

probably fudge?? idk if that counts as holiday food but i only eat it in the winter

Mulled wine, eggnog or hot apple cider?

apple cider for the win i am not a big any type of wine fan and eggnog is only kinda not awful if i don't think about what i'm drinking

Turkey, ham or nut roast (Or Tofurkey?)?

ham! i feel like turkey is a very november food and not my favorite

Would you rather spend the december holidays in: a cabin in the woods surrounded by snow, or a house on the beach with sun and sand?

right now im gonna say cabin because that sounds nice and peaceful but check-in with me in a month and i will have switched up once i am sufficiently sun-deprived and looking like a sad vampire with scurvy

are you pro-snow or anti-snow?

pro-snow in the hypothetical sense of enjoying it when i don't need to do anything, and anti-snow when i'm slogging to class in the slush at 9am which is the reality of january

have you ever built a snowman?

YES i love building snowmen i don't care if i'm getting freezing and wet and gross outside it's gotta happen it is just way to funny to not leave them everywhere possible

Skiing or snowboarding?

i have never really done either, i like ice skating though in terms of a winter sport :) i will fall on my ass

Do you decorate for the holidays?

i try to a little!! i like putting stuff outside, have some lights and things like that

Favourite holiday movie?

nostalgia wise stuff like charlie brown, that claymation rudolph movie, the muppets, it's a wonderful life but around the holidays i like to religiously rewatch the original star trek show so that is like My Holiday Movie

Favourite holiday fanfic?

people should rec me some because i can't think of anything off the top of my head??? i might be forgetting one i'm sure i have read them before

If you were to star in a hallmark movie, who would be your love interest?

confession time i've never really watched hallmark movies but going off the memes maybe i am the small hometown man waiting on a stressed businesswoman from new york to come home for christmas and then we can get a dog or something while the credits start

if yall would like to- tagging: @ewipandora @blood-mocha-latte @lewis-winters @good-night-space-kid @heystovepipeboys @gorgeousundertow @1waveshortofashipwreck + anyone who wants to do it :)

[loco-warehouse]

What was Britney's relationship with the turtles like?

HUEHUEHUEHUE

Master Splinter kinda acts like a stand-in parental figure for Britney. She's gone through so much and he acts like a soft landing for her, so she can have time to process the current state of everyone's situation. Splinter also takes a realization that Britney is NOT cut out to be constantly going out fighting the Foot Clan or Kraang, but understands that she's too stubborn to be left behind. So, he assigns Leo and himself to start training her, in hopes that Britney can have SOME sort of defense. All in all, Britney has a huge amount of respect for Splinter, but isn't 100% sure how to connect with him, especially since she was taught opposite values that he has. Splinter finds her to be a bright girl with a wonderful future, and he just wants to make sure that he gets a chance in this world. Before his death, one of his last, personal lessons for her was teaching forgiveness. Both Baxter and Angela have taught a sense of holding grudges and seeking vengeance to fuck people over, and Splinter is the first to help break that cycle. She misses him, dearly.

April is like, her main sense of normalcy when living with the turtles. She was her apartment neighbor, so the two have a connection already. April acts as a sort of older sister/cousin. She attends her track meets, her parent conferences, etc. They'll even have "girl days" where she takes Britney out for lunch, shopping, and getting their nails/hair done as a treat!

Casey, is like the shitty older brother she always fight with. He'll wet willy her often, give mean nicknames, and all in all, a little shit. Britney returns the same teasing, by covering his hockey uniform in pink glitter and stickers. The two butt heads but have alot of fun.

Leo and Britney are SOO geeky! The two act serious when he needs to tutor her in fighting, in which it's hilarious bits of Leo deepening his voice to give some wise, out-the-ass, lesson, and Britney is like, trying to follow along, only to make fun of him. After training though, the two geek out over Space Heroes and other shows.

I think I'm gonna go a different route for Donnie and Britney. The two aren't fans of each other. It's a battle of prodigy minds, and she's constantly criticizing his contraptions. There's also a sense that because she's basically a Stockman, he doesn't trust her too much in the beginning, especially when she starts living with them. They do a lot of mind-fucking with each other, always trying to be the one above the other, so it leads to a lot of sibling rivalry. The only times they get along is when she needs help with homework and he the only smart one who gets what her homework is. Tiny one off, but Britney does ask him to turn her dad back, and Donnie response was basically, "Why would I do that?"

Raph and Britney are competition buddies! They like to be aggressive with each other alot, and always fighting to be on top. Raph and Casey do help her train outside of just fighting, such as her track races. They sneak into the football field and have alot of races, and Britney is determine to beat him one day. Other than training and track meets, they play alot of video games, pinball games, and even sneaking her out to play DDR. They keep each other busy :)

Mikey is her absolute best friend in the whole, wide world. Since meeting in early season three, the two were able to instantly click. He truly is a older brother, both having extreme interest in each other hobbies and ideals. He teaches her how to skateboard and roller skate, she teaches him how to have a better intuition, and the two can have ridiculous amounts of fun and connecting. They share comics, toys, games, everything! Tiny headcannon, when Mikey threw the retro-mutagen at Baxter, then proceeds to punch him, it was because he knew it's what Britney would've wanted.

[widowshill]

B, D, J, K, M, T (doesn't have to be just DS if you don't want it to be!)

A -> Z FANDOM ASKS.

B - A pairing–platonic, romantic or sexual–that you initially didn’t consider, but someone changed your mind.

it feels like cheating to say any ships that came from rp because 90% of the time there's no way you'd consider them otherwise, but the one that stands out to me is willie and esme (ft. @retrograderesemblance) cherish them, would never have put them together on my own lol.

beyond that, and this doesn't really count for not ever considering it, but I was a w.illabeth disliker until this year, I read several persuasive defenses, and writing lizzie swayed me. so elizabeth herself changed my mind kinda.

D - A pairing you wish you liked but just can’t.

ok listen. it's s.parrington. i get it intellectually and i see the vision but i just don't like it and i have tried for years it is just not. idk. can't do it.

J - Name a fandom you didn’t think about until you saw it all over Tumblr.

i hope this is dark shadows to all my treasured mutuals whom i single-handedly inundate with ds content all over their dashes. my answer would be e.lisabeth das musical or honestly like ? robespierre of french history kinda has a stan army on here.

K - What character has your favorite development arc/the best development arc?

ohhh who would i say for ds. maybe roger because he gets domesticated, and makes truly wild strides in his relationship with his son. ( go white boy break that patrilineal curse ). weirdly i also kinda wanna say joe is up there ? he has an interesting journey from Carolyn's Rejected Puppy All American Fish Boy to like ... helping vic investigate laura, being ang's chew toy, having a mental breakdown. and also deeply caring about david! maybe i just like it when people start caring about the kid.

elsewhere it's jimothy norrington. easy. character arc of all time.

M - Name a character that you’d like to have for a friend.

not many people on this show because that's a death sentence but lowkey.. natalie dupres (josette's "spinster aunt") bc i think we would really get along. fancy french brunches with the gay aunt and we can talk shit about barnabas. even though she would bully me for my french, and rightfully so.

elsewhereeee hmm. alice k.ingsleigh would make a wonderful friend. sybil c.rawley. max b.lack sails.

T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending? 

most of my headcanons about vicki tbh dan curtis can piss off. namely that girl has autism. she dislikes the task of setting her hair / sleeping on rollers and rarely feels like doing it, but her and carolyn will sometimes set hair for each other for some girl time. roger fencing and liz ice skating. i also know i'm right about specifically vic's and carolyn's music taste (monkees/mamas & the papas/paul revere & the raiders/herman's hermits, and jan&dean/the ventures/elvis/beach boys, respectively). vic is also added in the collins family history. david draws her in after she dies/disappears, and elizabeth has her formally added after she discovers his handiwork.

you can also pry my "elizabeth swann's burgundy dress was esme's" from my cold dead hands ! like. that's such an important one to me sdfgfd.

[dzpenumbra]

7/18/23

I want to get to bed earlier tonight than I have been lately, so I'm going to try to keep this shorter than normal.

I went to the skatepark today. The smoke from the Canadian fires was back and I went anyway. It was pretty exhausting and I sweat like crazy, I had to take a ton of breaks. I didn't do anything too impressive, but I really wanted to get more comfortable on my board, so I just kinda focused on that. I was getting a bit spooked with the idea of ollieing onto an angled box, I kept riding up to it and then chickening out. It was only like 6 or 7 inches tall. But I was just spooked by it. So I made myself do it. And I ended up doing it a bunch of times without any problems at all. I was probably ollieing way higher than I needed to, but the feeling of just doing something I was scared to do just seconds before was really nice. And just getting comfortable with it and seeing it's really not that bad. So, all-in-all, skating was fucking great. I was beaming, I felt like a kid again. I had no shame really, I wasn't even that insecure, I just sorta embraced where I was at and just skated for the love of skating.

The ride up on my electric board... I was a bit nervous. I have to go through a not-so-great area to get there, which just so happens to be the area right next to the health center and the community center... and a block away from the police department... it's pretty clearly not a great area. Going up, I was a bit nervous. I forgot what turn to take and kinda... had to come to a stop for a minute and check my map. But I made it there fine.

Coming back was another story. At first... I was having no problems. In fact, most of the way was pretty much fine. Until I got to that same area by the train tracks and the community center and a dude flagged me down. I... stopped. I was just absolutely stunned that someone actually wanted to interact with me. There was one other kid at the skatepark and he was just on the other side of the tiny park the entire time and never even acknowledged me. This guy was like waving and yelling, asking me if I just rode down that hill on my board. I yelled back across the street that yeah, it's electric, and the brakes charge the battery, it's really cool. I seriously... in those moments, it is 100% my inner child coming out. I sound like a fucking 8 year old. And I love that about myself, I love connecting with that part of me, there's so much excitement and wonder and joy. Then... the guy came across the street.

I... actually was getting ready to let him try riding it. I don't fucking know why, honestly, I really shouldn't. He actually kinda stopped me, saying something like, "oh no, that belongs to you, that's okay." That's around when I noticed this guy was barefoot and had painted toenails. He had scraggly hair, he was missing one of his teeth. He had gigantic widely-open blue eyes and his pupils were pinned. He had a recent injection mark in his right arm. He had something stuck in his left foot and didn't seem to be aware of it. Meth, I'd put money on it. But I was just... oblivious. In the moment, I was just like "oh wow, someone wants to talk to me." And I told him I came from the skatepark and this is how I get to the skatepark, and he asked me if I was on a mountain, would I ski or snowboard... and I said snowboard. And he got excited and fist-bumped me. And that's when I saw the injection site and reality started to set in. He then said, out of nowhere... "okay, welp, I better go get that corpse out of the road." And walked off. I'm guessing it was roadkill or something? I was just like... in my head... "alright, um... guess it's time for me to get the fuck out of here..."

Wonder why I have social anxiety? This is really... a big part of why I'm scared of socializing. I feel like I just completely miss the gigantic red flags. I feel... inept. I feel like I put myself in unsafe situations, because... I just assume the best of people. I see the best in people. Compulsively. And that means that not only is my guard down, my guard is pretty much non-existent. I genuinely wonder... if this guy asked me if he could have my skateboard that was on my back... if I would give it to him. Me right now, most likely not. I mean, unless he was like part of an NA program and had a sponsor who could vouch for him and thought skating could get him off the drugs and turn his life around, then sure, absolutely. But me in the moment? I really don't know. I really don't know. And that shit scares me. It's been haunting me ever since.

I've honestly really been struggling to process that encounter. It's like... 2-3 blocks away from my apartment. There is an alternate route I can take to get to the skatepark that's through a suburban(ish) neighborhood. I have no idea if that neighborhood is any better, worse, or the same. But I guess... maybe next time just... if I see someone coming across the street trying to get my attention, trying to talk to me, in that area... maybe next time don't stop and talk to the dude. Even though nothing bad happened.

I don't know if I'm being paranoid. He didn't seem to have bad intentions, he just seemed... high. But after that interaction, I have just really... not felt safe. It doesn't make me want to go that way to the skatepark again. Is this an overreaction? Have I had these effects on people when they've observed me inebriated in public? Am I being fair? Am I underreacting?

I don't really know how to assess this situation, and the obvious solution would be... don't skate alone. It's really never a good idea... but I just don't really have a choice right now. So the best compromise I have come up with is just... stay away from that specific road.

Is it obvious that I'm not a city person? XD

I legit treated that interaction like I would've treated meeting another hiker in the woods. "Hey, how are you? How's your day? Can I offer you a gift of some sort? Tell me your story!" And this dude is tweaking, standing in the doorway of his apartment building, walking out into the road and shit. Now that I'm thinking back, there was even a truck that slowed down to like... scope out the scene and I'm guessing make sure everything was okay and shit. And even they probably realized it looked like a potentially unsafe situation.

I'm seriously... ugh, I'm trying not to get too anxious about this but my heart is going already. I really worry that I'm not cut out for this type of world. Like I said, when I am doing well... when I am confident and all that... I keep ending up in unsafe situations and like... not even realizing it. It makes me feel stupid. I'm just going to say it so I can get it over with and move beyond it. I feel socially stunted or oblivious, blind, dumb.

It's making me think of kayaking in the flooded river. Or just not going to the doctors when blood started pooling in my foot when I got a blood clot in my shin. Or getting on a plane and flying to Vegas alone for the first time with no hotel room and barely any plan. Reckless. Adventurous? Shortsighted. Impulsive. Optimistic?

I don't know how to read it. Part of me just wants to see the best in things and not let anxiety rule me... but encounters like these just... they fucking validate that anxiety so fucking much. I can feel it right now, that smug little shit in the back of my head chiming in over and over and over - "I told you it wasn't safe..." "I warned you." "You're lucky."

And then another part of my brain chimes in and goes, "these are just people. Not all drug addicts are thieves or violent people. You were nice and neighborly to a troubled person." "Maybe you could find some kind of work in rehabilitation or something, find a way to help these people out, since you just... compulsively see the good in people. I'm sure they appreciate being treated like actual people."

Then another part of my brain goes... "AAAAGHAAAHAHA!! WE'RE NOT SAFE! Don't go back there again! Don't make yourself a target! Lock the doors!"

So... inner conflict. That's really how I feel. And right after a really good skate session where I had a lot of fun and was beaming with joy.

I've been lost in my head trying to find a good analogy for how I feel in pop culture... nothing is coming to mind right away... so I'm just going to reference my GTA RP character - Raymond Holmes. I made a character that went through a personality facelift and I made him into basically... during the day he was a cool high school dropout kinda guy who wanted to become a stuntman, like a Jackass cast member... during the night, he reverted to an 8 year old child. The two personalities had no knowledge or awareness of each other. What I'm referencing here is... how people would treat Ray, the child persona. They were very well aware that they were interacting with an authentic child-like personality. And every fucking person tried to get him drunk or get him high, or make him commit crimes, or something corrupt. Every fucking person wanted to corrupt him. Or hurt him. For fuck's sake, he went up to a gang member and straight up told the gang member to their face that his friend was stealing the gang member's car - he negligently, naively ratted on his only friend. And the gang member beat the shit out of the friend... then beat the shit out of Ray with a golf club. ... Why? No clue. Barely even spoke to him. But he did, left him crying on the side of the road.

I feel like that. And I know that people... for some reason... find amusement in causing bad things to happen to innocent people. Corrupting the innocent. I know that good, passive, well-intentioned, child-like people are excellent targets. They are prey. And... I feel like I've kinda... ended up in a strange reversal of the situation I came from.

In my old environment, I could feel people looking at me like I was the rabid dog in the pack (ahh Kristoff Krane). Like I was the wolf wearing sheep's clothing, hiding amongst the herd. Because I would wear metal band t-shirts and I have tattoos, and shit like that... where I used to live, that was very out of place. Now? I feel like a sheep wearing wolf skin trying to blend in in the pack, and doing a horrible job.

How much of this is feeling and how much of it is reality? I really can't tell. That's the most confusing part. Maybe that interaction was... not the worst in the world? I want to be social. I want to be trusting. I want to see the best in people. And I really, really do. But... man, all it's gonna take is someone baiting me into a parking lot and then I get jumped or some shit. "Oh they just need a hand, better be a Good Samaritan."

I want to be a good person. I want to be innocent. I want to embody that childlike wonder and joy. But this comes with it. And it leaves me vulnerable to being exploited. Which is why I feel so unsafe. And... ultimately... if my material possessions (my skateboards, my sunglasses, my AirPods, my phone, my water bottle and my keyfob were all I had on me... I deliberately left my wallet at home) were just... things... it wouldn't be that bad. "Just take my board, I'll walk home." I file a police report, they don't follow up on it... I lose my form of transportation that I only really use to get to the skatepark. Maybe I buy a new one, maybe I don't? So... working on my level of attachment to my possessions would dramatically reduce the feeling of risk here.

But then there's the element of physical harm. I don't know why any idiot would risk committing a violent crime against a stranger on the side of a major street... but I guess stranger things have happened. And if someone had it set in their mind that they were going to harm me? What am I going to do about it? Fight them? Run? I don't know. I just wanna fuckin skate, man! Now I've gotta think about this shit?!

What blows my mind is that a lot of the populace think the skateboarders are the criminals. Good lord.

So yeah. I'm just... kinda processing. Again, none of these feelings really hit until after I got back inside my apartment. In the moment it was just like... "oh, poor guy. I wish he chose going out and living life instead of drugs. He seemed like this was something he might be interested in." And I just moved on. But when I got back, it started hitting how... that could've been a bad situation. And it started bringing back those memories of how I just stood there and listened to my former best friend from high school tell me horrific (like literally straight out of a horror movie) stories about the life she came from. It just all makes me so sad. So sad. How horrible people can be to one another. To themselves.

I guess it makes the work of being a good person, breathing light and love into the world, that much more important. Is that how this works?

I don't want to linger on this. I'm sure I will discuss this with my therapist at length on Thursday. I just... I really wish I met a new friend today... not a meth head. It's not really making me feel comfortable renewing my lease... XD But huge pat on the back to me for going out, getting exercise and braving the world today - warts and all. It was a very big step and well worth it, even with its surreal setbacks.

Other than that? A decent night's sleep. 4 hours, got up, read some of this Meditation in Action book that is just... probably the big core of my existential crisis with like... "how do you deal with situations like vehicle theft and potential physical threat as a pacifist without just being eaten alive?" It's hard because books don't talk back. Then I got back to sleep and rested well.

After dinner, I did more work on the grip tape, it's coming along. Most of the mandala basecoat is pretty much done... I think... depends on how big I want to make it. The bigger it gets, the more paint it's taking to fill. Kinda "no duh"... but it just means each step is more time consuming and it feels like progress is slower. And yeah, that was pretty much the day.

So... I'm gonna try to focus on the good here, that I was getting pretty comfortable on my board and I actually went and skated regardless of the smoke in the air and the late hour. And I had a lot of fun. I absolutely saw the dark side of letting my inner child take the steering wheel, but I really don't want to let that overshadow the huge plus-side, because I had a fucking blast.

[casspurrjoybell-25]

Skating on Thin Ice - Chapter 49 - Part 2

*Warning - Adult Content*

Elijah Ellis

Fawn and Raven walked in a few minutes later, each with a coffee in hand.

"You didn't even think to ask if I wanted anything?" Fox questioned his sisters with a glare.

"I'm the one that's been in this hell hole for hours."

"Robin will get you something," Raven said, sitting down at the foot of the bed.

"They went off with your friends."

Fox raised his eyebrows at me.

"Josh, Ian and Trevor are here," I told him.

"Trevor?"

"He was with Joshua when I got the call from Wren," I replied.

"I don't know the details."

Fox smirked but didn't say anything else about the two of them.

"So who the hell beat you up?" Fawn asked, taking a sip of her coffee.

"I can go rough them up."

"I don't doubt it," Fox responded.

"Seriously though. What the hell?" Raven added, turning to face us.

Fox didn't explain the specifics but he ran through what happened after he had left my house.

"You fucking scared us," Robin boomed was he walked in the room, Wren following behind him.

"Whatever. What did you bring me?"

"I brought the peace offering of a Redbull," Robin said, handing it over to Fox.

Fox snatched it out of his brother's hands and immediately opened the drink.

Wren stood against the wall next to where Colt sat, his posture rigid and tense.

I told Fox I was going to step out of the room for a moment, giving the siblings some alone time.

When I got back to the hallway, Joshua, Ian and Trevor were sitting on the bench across from the room.

"How is he?" Joshua asked, standing from the bench. Ian stared at me intently, waiting for my answer.

"He's fine," I said, leaning up against the wall.

"He's in some pain but he's acting like his normal self."

"So he's being bitchy?" Ian asked with a scoff, his face no longer blank.

It was like once he knew Fox was okay, he was back to being irritated with him.

"Kinda."

The doctor came back down the hall, walking with Vanessa and Leo.

The three of them entered the room, leaving us outside.

We waited around a while, Fox giving his statement to the police, until he was finally being discharged.

He surprisingly didn't have a concussion, which he boasted about to his family.

"How are you man?" Joshua asked Fox when he came out of the room.

"I'm fine," he assured him, looking around at all of us.

"You guys didn't have to come here."

"Well, Elijah made it sound like you were fucking dying so..." Ian snapped, his hands in his pockets as he stood next to Joshua.

Fox turned to me with a confused expression.

"Wren called me," I clarified.

"All he knew was that you were at the hospital and that's all he told me. So I thought the worst."

Fox nodded in understanding, putting his hand on my back.

"I'm glad you're alright Fox," Trevor added with a smile.

Fox returned the gesture.

"Thanks."

We all left the hospital with the tension lifted from the air.

I was relieved Fox wasn't badly injured but the thought of why this happened because of me, was haunting me.

Fox noticed I was distant and he brought his face in front of mine when we got out to the parking lot.

"Do you want to come spend the night with me?" he asked, concern etched onto his face.

I was the one that was supposed to be concerned with him, not the other way around.

It felt like he was holding me together and without him I would break into pieces.

"Ian's staying at my place," I answered, my tone quiet and raspy.

There was nothing more that I wanted than to sleep with Fox wrapped in my arms tonight but I couldn't abandon Ian.

Even if he most likely wouldn't speak to me for the rest of the night, I wanted to be there in case he needed to.

"He can still stay at your house with Joshua, right?" Fox wondered, looking over to where Joshua, Ian and Trevor stood at our car.

"He doesn't need a babysitter, just a place to sleep."

I pondered on his offer, glancing over at the group at our car and knowing if I looked at Fox he could convince me to do anything.

I walked over to the group after telling Fox I needed to go talk to them.

Their conversation ceased when I reached them.

"So I'll see you tomorrow?" Joshua asked as soon as he saw me.

"Um..." I glanced around at the three of them.

"I just assumed you'd be staying at Fox's," Joshua added.

I made eye contact with Ian, who then gave me an irritated scowl and crossed his arms.

"Go, Ellis," Ian snapped.

"Now I can sleep in your bed instead of the fucking floor."

After saying goodbye to them, I made my way back to where Fox waited for me at his parents' car.

He wrapped his arm around me, giving me a brief kiss on the cheek before getting into the car.

The ride back to his house was quiet, the only noises coming from Colt's game he was playing in the back of the SUV and the tires rolling on the pavement.

Once we were back at the house, Fox led me upstairs.

"I didn't wreck your car," Fox called out to Wren, who was about to open his bedroom door.

Wren slowly turned his head and let out a short laugh as he opened the door.

"I know you didn't," he said, closing himself in his room.

Fox opened his own door and I followed him inside.

"I need to take a shower," he said, heading to his dresser to grab new clothes.

"I'm covered in blood and dirt."

I watched him closely, noticing his wince as he moved to remove his shirt.

"Fox," I said, astonished at the bruises littering his abdomen.

"Are you sure you don't have a broken rib or something?"

"The doctors said no," he replied, trying to hide his discomfort as he removed the rest of his clothes.

My eyes watered as I looked at him, knowing he was hurt because of me.

"Hey," he said, coming in front of me and putting both hands on my cheeks.

"Don't do that."

He kissed my cheek under my eye, where a tear was about to fall.

I didn't dare voice my thoughts to him.

He would only try to convince me otherwise but I knew it was the truth.

Dave had orchestrated this because he knew hurting Fox would affect me.

"Go lie down," Fox said, leading me to his bed.

"I'll be out in a few minutes." Fox exited the room, leaving me to my thoughts.

I buried myself in the covers, taking deep breaths.

Thoughts of Fox being beaten ran rampant in my mind.

He had to suffer because he was with me and that caused a squeeze in my heart.

He didn't take long in the shower and I didn't know whether or not I should have been grateful for that.

Fox got into the bed and reached for me.

Before he could wrap his arms around me, I turned around and wrapped mine around him.

All I wanted was to hold him close.

He settled into my hold, letting out a content sigh as I kissed the back of his neck.

This was all I needed at the moment, to have him close and safe in my embrace.

[macaroni-rascal]

I have so many thoughts but so little time, goddammit! Both dance events were fascinating. The junior event showcasing infinitely better skating skills than the senior one is such a bad look. My heart broke for Yahli, but at least she had Tanith there to console her, she's the perfect person for this because she's literally lived through it. Although I do feel bad every time Tanith curls her hair just so her teams would disappoint her. Overall I was pleasantly surprised by how much I liked the juniors, they were all so different and so good. Probably the best JGPF I've ever seen, especially the girlies!

Marjo and Zak are likely rooming with Lia and Trennt respectively because they looked like they rubbed off on each other. Zak looked like he knew they wouldn't have a good skate going in, so I wonder what's been going on. Marjo's hair piece is doing all the heavy lifting discipline-wide. The tech panel tried to do its job but the GOEs were a trip, as always. It's fascinating which judges fucked over their own teams. Charlene went out there with a vengeance and skated lights out, her ponytail floating in the wind like a plume of fire. They should've been in first. Barbara's stopwatch should be put up in the Olympic Museum when she retires. I love Mark so much, his ability to sneakily say things is unparalleled. When he said C/B have never won the GPF, all of us old-timers knew exactly what he was saying - they'll be handed the win. Luckily for them, G/P aren't helping themselves with this atrocious RD. Any team that's lying down on the ice better not talk to me. And Nik really isn't doing anything to get off my shitlist, huh? I was wondering when F/G's reckoning would come and I'm pleasantly surprised it was this quick, they needed a reality check.

The pairs event also made me stabby. The Germans had no business outscoring the Italians. Minnie better shield this boy lest Aljona try to poach him. What annoys me the most is that Deanna and Max repeat this trajectory every year - they start out strong, nail it at an early Challenger or GP, and then can't do a clean competition for the life of them, the choreo gets watered down, and by the time Worlds rolls around, they're completely out of gas and the judges have lost their faith in them. The axel has never been Trennt's jump, but I'm fascinated by how he's landing his former nemesis the 3S with such ease now but not the 2A. And it was only a matter of time before he started putting down lifts because Alison doesn't teach the girls how to hold themselves up in them. They need a harder throw and a Lori Nichol/Sandra Bezic/David Wilson program if they want to be competitive next year and of course they should keep spending time in London, it's doing wonders for them, and maybe they can learn a thing or two about lifts from the coaches there as well. Their free was the most beautiful of the bunch here. I see what Asher was trying to do with the SP but it doesn't really suit them, I much preferred the initial version they did at the sectionals. The Hungarians' free could also be so tender and special if it was being done by a team with any connection whatsoever. I want justice for Sara and Niccolo at Europeans and Worlds, but they also need to change programs once in a while. Is H/V's coach really powerful or something? What is going on here? What is this shit?

The women's event could've been an email. I'm still shooting daggers at Isabeau's coaching team. The way she can't recover from a mistake is deeply concerning. Amber is being served the national title on a platter this year and she better eat. Rion's skating usually doesn't do anything for me but I kinda enjoyed her here. I still actively dislike Hanna and Loena's SPs. Nina's dress is fabulous but she's the second coming of Alina on those crossovers when I'd rather forget even the first coming. Angel Kaori still doing angel shit, good for her, as an OG stan I'm fucking thriving. All I need is Wakaba back at full brilliance and I'll ascend. I'm so ready for this senior free dance event, I can't even tell you. Hope you feel better soon!

I didn't end up watching any of the junior gpf, but you're making me wanna go back and watch junior ice dance, I may do that!

Ice dance at the GPF could have been an email, I know you said that about women -- and that's fair -- but I really think this ice dance event bored the hell out of me. Same with the free dance I just watched. I skipped half the teams cause I just didn't really care to watch. I am happy F/G got a reality check, and I wish the Italians won, but what are ya gonna do? Go stalk and kidnap judges' families until they do what you want? Maybe?!

Pairs is a wild time, I think H/V have been very consistent this season, despite all their issues off ice, and the judges are into it. I enjoy them as a team, I wish they had better programs, and looked at each other more, but I think they've got a cool future ahead of them. I'm so sad for Deanna and Max, had she done a double axel the title would have been theirs. It is fun the top three teams were within two points of each other, that's a good time for me. The Italians (both teams) put me to sleep, so I don't really remember their skates.

I agree with all your opinions on the women's sp event, amen amen amen.

[castieelsblog]

I think I have severe commitment issues-

So, I've had MANY different partners but I'm just going to talk about the last three. Sophomore year of HS, I was dating this boy and he was the first person in my freshman/Sophomore year that I count but that relationship was...mostly kept a secret from his dad (no mom, I think she died or something....) and he was just...kinda a shitty person. He treated me like shit when we split off, and I don't even know HOW or WHEN we split it off because the night before we were joking around then the next day: nothing. Fast forward to junior year, I come back from being in online school and at the time, t*ump was saying things about LGBTQIA+ rights and I thought as a form of protest-ig-i wore my pride flag to school for a week straight. A group of people came up to me and I felt INSTANT panic, but the person who talked for the small little group is who I ended up falling for-as ironic as it is- we both liked similar things and we exchanged jackets but...I was ghosted once school ended (they were a senior) and then school started again and I saw them. They had credits they needed to make up so that's why they were there, but they had asked me on our first and last date and that Saturday, we went roller skating. I ended up spraining my wrist about midway through the date (I'm usually a good blader I promise, I just stumbled 😭) then after that we didn't talk again. So, my last year rolls around and there's no one. Yes there are crushes but that's all there were. Presently, I'm dating someone who I've known since my sophomore year who used to be friends with both of my ex's. He's wonderful and everything but he talks about marriage and stuff...constantly. he's Christian and we both have been treated badly at some point in our relationship histories. But the thing is, I DON'T WANT TO GET MARRIED. I never really have, I've seen it as a waste of time since I was a kid. He also is going into the reserves and today he had a meeting with the recruiter about the jobs he would do and he refused to do something that departed on our anniversary (Feb. 14th) and to me, an anniversary is just another day but he's been treating it as a big thing since our one month. But the thing is, I don't want to say like "Hey btw I may have commitment issues so can you please tone it down?" BECAUSE THATS RUDE??? AND I DONT WANNA BE A BITCH BUT IM ABOUT TO DISAPPEAR OFF THE FACE OF THE EARTH AND START OVER IF IT CONTINUES, I DONT WANT TO DEAL WITH IT 😭😭

............nvm safe to say I DO have commitment issues. HOW TF DO I GO ABOUT SAYING IT-LIKE WHAT?? WHAT IF HE TAKES IT THE WRONG WAY?? Why can't we just be a situationship. I'd be WAY more comfortable then-

[couldbebetterforsure]

I was wondering, in your opinion, can any of the One Piece arcs be skipped? I mean, the canon ones, not like the filler ones? I'm just curious because I've been slowly working my way through the anime (as well as the manga) and I still have so much ahead of me, it's kinda scary...

Oooh boy, I don't even remember when I got this ask it's been in my inbox so long 😅 My dear Anon, I don't know how far along you are in One Piece now compared to where you were when you sent this ask but I'll still try and answer you!

I definitely understand how daunting it is to be a newbie to One Piece and trying to work through it, especially since we're currently at over 1000 chapters/episodes for both the manga and the anime! And it doesn't help that it's a pain in the ass trying not to get spoiled on stuff. It also doesn't help that the anime has this bad habit, especially in more recent years, of weaving in filler content inbetween canon stuff. So you can't even tell people "oh just skip episode x-y those are anime filler" because half the time those episodes will have manga canon thrown in there too. And the anime filler to begin with can be a mixed bag. For example, I am personally not a fan of the anime adaptation of the Davy Back Fight. In the manga it was a short and simple breather arc that gave some laughs. But the anime extended it in ways that I think hurt the characters and made me feel like I want them to get on with it already (though I will say I found the roller skating game funny). On the other hand, general consensus is that the G8 filler arc is the best the anime has come up with and it's a crying shame it's not canon because it was a lot of fun and gave something for all the characters to do!

But I'm of the personal opinion that skipping canon arcs just to catch up doesn't really do much for you! Enjoy the story at your own pace and catch up on your own time. By skipping an arc, you skip out on some lore, some setup for a future arc, or some characterization that'll come into play. I get wanting to catch up with everyone else, but I feel like if you're trying to play catch up, you don't get to really enjoy the story. Because you're more focused on "okay I'm almost to where everyone else is" instead of actually enjoying what's going on.

So yeah, Anon, I personally don't feel like skipping canon arcs, even if you decide to go back to them once you've caught up, really does anything for you as a reader!

[vulpinefrost]

Profile: Voice Over - Amane

Friend did this for their OC, so I started to think about some stuff for my muses. Amane here, gonna do Valkyr in another post.

Hello: Huh? Me? Oh, my name's Amane. Sorry, I'm still getting used to interacting with people normally again.

Chat, Idle Thoughts: Warm things are nice... uh, sorry, that sounded odd.

Chat, Inspired: I wonder if I can sculpt that... it looks like it'd be fun to try and get the small details down.

Chat, Discomfort: *Winces* Mmn-My leg... it's fine, I'm fine, just... need a moment.

When it Rains: I love the rain, honestly. The sound, the smell, even watching it fall, it always helps me calm down and relax. I'm so glad I can actually enjoy it again properly now.

When Lightning Strikes: Okay, maybe some shelter would be a good idea actually...

When it Snows: *Sighs* I'm so used to this kind of weather and temperatures, but... I can't help but be a bit sour about it now...

When the Sun is Out: Clear skies, good, the best for travel.

When it's cold out: Chilly? No, I'm fine. I've dealt with much worse temperatures than this.

In the Desert: *Groans* I missed warmth, and I enjoy it a lot now, but this is too much...

Good Morning: Morning. The sun's warmth is nice, isn't it?

Good Afternoon: Sun's still high, we've got time to do more, so what's next?

Good Evening: Sun's starting to set, should start thinking about setting up camp.

Good Night: Good night, sleep well.

About Amane; Running: I can't exactly... run... not anymore. I can still jog, sorta, but if I need to go faster I have other methods of getting around.

About Amane; Journey: I stayed in Liyue in Wangshu Inn for so long, it's nice to see more of the world now.

About Amane; Nightmares: I... I sometimes dream of losing control of my vision again, of flash-freezing everything around me... I hardly get any sleep those nights...

About Us; Adventuring: I always enjoyed traveling, even when I was doing it on my own, but getting to travel with someone else is a lot more enjoyable.

About Us; Crys: Crys has been my closest friend for years. I don't even know how I first made them, but I remember being in my room back home and sulking in how lonely I was and scared of my Cryo I was and just... poof, an abstract little Fox made of ice was there with me. I've worked on giving them more and more detail ever since.

About the Vision: It's probably going to sound weird, but I honestly hate my Vision. I never wanted it, but one of the Archons just up and decided to give it to me. Way before I was even remotely ready to have one too. It saved my life, sure, but it ruined it by constantly emitting freezing cold temperatures... I've only just started to get my life back.

About the Vision 2: As much as I hate it... I have to admit I'm kind of fine with it now. I've learned how to control it properly, I'm starting to fine-tune my control of it, and I can enjoy warm things again. I don't think I'll ever not hate it, but... I'm at least starting to become comfortable with it.

Something to Share; Injury: I uh... I hurt my leg years ago when I was still kinda new to all this stuff. Killed a Mitachurl, but I barely avoided it's axe and it carved the side of my leg. My Cryo froze it, which let me limp back to Wangshu without bleeding out so I could get medical attention. It's healed, but I can't move it as well as I used to, and certain movements and temperatures agitate it.

Something to Share; Ears: Huh? My hair? Oh, yeah, it twitches sometimes, that's normal. My ears are normally hidden in it all. My ears? Yeah? I have a tail, I have ears to match. Fox Inhuman. Are they sensitive...? I-uh... I don't know...? No-one's touched them in a long time.

Interesting Things: I'm actually rather good at ice skating. I used to do it a lot back when I was a kid, but because of my injury I started getting back into it. With my Vision and some help from Crys at times, I can just... skate around everywhere on trails of ice.

About Crys: Crys is an amazing companion. Vigilant, agile, strong, there's been more than a few times when she's stopped an enemy from hitting me while I was too occupied with something else. I'd probably have a good number more scars by now if not for Crys.

About Crys 2: Locked

About Xiao: I've seen the Yaksha a few times up on the top balcony back at Wangshu. I get a feeling there's something weighing him down, keeping him from truly getting to do things freely. It always made me feel like we had something in common back when my Vision was still wild. I hope he can be free of whatever's holding him back someday.

About Xiao 2: Never been able to bring myself to talk to him, and haven't had the chance to since gaining control of my Cryo. I'd like to, eventually, I've always... admired him, I guess? I don't know, I found it hard to take my eyes off of him whenever I first saw him the times he was around. He's... pretty? It feels odd saying that about another guy to be honest.

About Xingqiu: That's the boy who's often reading, right? I've seen him around Wangshu a few times, heard he's the descendant of a line of famous swordfighters. He seems smart, strong. Maybe we could talk about some of the books we've read.

About Qiqi: She's helped me a few times, and I've helped the Bubu Pharmacy a few times with some deliveries. Qiqi's cute, kind, good at what she does. Kinda sucks that she keeps forgetting things though.

About Tartaglia: The Harbinger? He's... odd, kinda interesting, but I'm unsure about him. He's a Fatui Harbinger, yet he doesn't seem to mean genuine harm at all? He just seems battle hungry, like someone else I know. I can see why she wants to fight him though.

About Klee: That's... the little girl in red that runs around in Monstadt and blows up ponds and lakes calling it fishing, right? She seems fun, if a bit unruly. Kinda reminds me of myself when I was a kid, before my Vision, from what I can remember of that time.

About Kaeya: I've had some brief interactions with him. Nothing big, just short chatter while starting or finishing commissions. He seems cool, but I couldn't help notice his eye was... very unique. I don't think he's truly from Monstadt.

About Amber: I've seen the Outrider in passing a few times. She seems capable, kind hearted, I can appreciate it.

About Jean: The Acting Grand Master, right? I've heard about her, she sounds admirable. Never seen her though whenever I've been in Monstadt the brief times I have.

About Raiden Shogun: I've only seen the Shogun a few times when I was younger. Before the Vision Hunt Decree, before I got my Vision, and only briefly. She was intimidating, but also rather beautiful. I can remember being awestruck, but... a part of me swears I never saw her take a breath?

About Raiden Shogun 2: Of course Yuuki wants to fight her. Though with what stories I've heard about the Shogun they're the one fight I truly worry about Yuuki getting into. I don't want to see her get hurt, especially not after hearing about what happened to one of the Harbingers.

About Guuji Yae: The Overseer of the Narukami Shrine, right? I remember seeing her more often than I did the Shogun, I can recall my family used to visit the shrine once a month. Guuji Yae was always stunningly beautiful, kind, a little playful. I remember I looked up to her, I think I even wanted to serve at the shrine when I grew up?

About Collei: She seems nice. Reminds me of Amber quite a lot, and I think I remember hearing her talk about Amber rather fondly. Maybe they know each other?

About Tighnari: It was rather nice to meet someone else with both a tail and ears like me. Well, I say meet, but I've not actually properly gotten to know him. I know his name, know of his job, and I've gotten a bit of an idea how he is. I respect him and what he does. Might be nice to get to know him better someday.

About Nilou: I caught part of one of the troupe's shows. She was rather captivating to watch. Though I wasn't really able to enjoy the full dance, I had other things I needed to get to. I'd like to watch one of their shows from beginning to end.

About Lesser Lord Kusanali: I've heard about Kusanali, and I think I saw her in passing once or twice. It's a little interesting, seeing an Archon so small and so friendly. An honestly nice change compared to the Raiden Shogun.

About Clorinde: She's kind of intimidating. Strong, clearly, and I can tell she has a good sense of duty. Though I don't know if I could really bring myself to interact with her, I'd be too worried about disturbing her work. Yuuki wants to fight her too.

About Furina: They say she's the Archon of Fontaine, but I... don't get that kind of vibe from her, honestly. It seems more like she's putting on a show to me than actually doing anything that Fontaine's Archon is meant to be.

About Yuuki: Yuuki is my best friend. Though it honestly doesn't feel right just calling her a friend. I don't know why, to be entirely honest. I wouldn't be out and about like this without her, and I appreciate her a lot. I want to be able to stand by her side and hold my own. Win against her in a sparring match, eventually.

About Kris: Kris was... nice, I suppose. Interesting for sure. Sad to hear about how she was torn from her sister so long ago, but I can't exactly sympathize having been an only child. Still, I hope they can reunite eventually.

About Lyza: She is... strange. On one hand, she was an enemy, hurt Yuuki pretty badly and I don't really like her for that. On the other, however, she's... okay. A bit lost, but it makes sense with what she's been through. Hopefully she can find it in herself to see Kris again someday.

About Blair: Blair's a bit odd. Seems aloof, but at the same time not? I wouldn't mind getting to know her better sometime, to be honest. She seems like she'd know about the best snacks to get.

About Morgan: She's intimidating, kinda like Clorinde, but also different. She said she was looking for her sister, kinda like Kris and Lyza, but Blair doesn't seem to have any memory of her? I'm curious what's going on there.

About Valkyr: Val's impressive, extremely so. So tall and buff, and able to fight off so many things on her own. Even managing to still wield her Claymore after losing an arm, her dominant one no less? It's kind of inspiring. Makes me want to be stronger.

More About Amane 1: I used to be really playful and active. I'd play pranks on anyone and everyone where I lived in Inazuma. Small stuff, mind you, nothing that hurt anyone. But it angered the parents of the other kids a lot, got me in trouble plenty. I've changed a lot since then...

More About Amane 2: I remember I always loved being scratched behind my ears when I was young. Any time I was in a bad mood, or sad for some reason, my Mother would get me cuddled up on her lap and just start scratching and massaging my ears. It'd always calm me down, and usually wound up making me fall asleep after long enough. I miss her...

More About Yuuki 3: I can remember that day clearly... The darkness of the depths of the inlet, the cold of the freezing winter waters. The pain in my chest as I tried to hold my breath as long as I could, and how my body started to jerk about as I started to drown. My vision darkening before it suddenly lit up with that pale blue light. My hand was drawn to reach for it with what little strength I had left, and after I grabbed it, my Father grabbed my wrist and pulled me out of the water.

More About Amane 4: I've gotten so used to avoiding physical contact with other people. After getting my Vision, I couldn't control it's Cryo energy at all, and I just had a constant freezing cold aura around me for so many years. Back when my Father pulled me out of the waters, I nearly froze his hands off because of how cold I was. I've always been afraid of freezing people ever since, but now that I have control over my Vision, I can actually be around people again.

More about Amane 5: It's a little... difficult, readjusting to interacting with others. Different aspects of my growth were stunted rather hard because of my Vision and how wild it was. But I've been managing, if a little slowly. Hopefully I can start being more like my true self again.

Amane's Hobbies: One of the few good things to come from my Vision has been that I've actually gotten into ice sculpting. I've gotten rather good at it too, between both little personal projects here and there, and working on defining Crys over the years to make her look more and more like a real Fox. I've even been able to make some realistic busts of people here and there too.

Amane's Troubles: I've gained control over my Cryo, over my Vision, but I still have some times where it slips away. Usually times where bad memories of my past start to come up to the surface again. I start leaking Cryo, freezing cold winds, frost and ice. If things get bad enough, it starts to feel like it might explode out of me... but thankfully that's not happened yet.

Favorite Food: I've not really gotten to eat much throughout the years my Vision's been wild. I could only really have foods that were meant to be eaten when cold, or freshly cooked soups that just came off the flame. Now I'm looking forward to trying tons of new stuff and eventually being able to say something's my favorite.

Least Favorite Food: I've honestly had way too much Soup in my life. If I could go the rest of my life without ever having soup again, I'd be entirely fine with that.

Receiving a Gift 1: Oh, uh... for me? Really? Thanks, I guess...?

Receiving a Gift 2: You... made this for me? Thank you, I look forward to trying it.

Receiving a Gift 3: I... don't know what to say. Thank you, obviously, but that doesn't feel like enough for this...

Birthday: Birthday? I've not celebrated a birthday in years... uh... how about getting something to eat together...?

Feelings About Ascension; Intro: I'm getting better at controlling my Vision, but I've started seeing odd things in my dreams lately too. Normally I wouldn't connect the two, but I always get the same feeling from them as I did from my Vision when it was Wild.

Feelings About Ascension; Building Up: The things in my dreams... Frost where it shouldn't be, snowfall indoors. A Fox made of ice, sorta like Crys, but... much bigger. Never a full view of it, but little glimpses, or seeing it in the distance. The glint of my Vision like I'm back in the waters of the inlet sinking.

Feelings About Ascension; Climax: My Cryo feels like it's been growing stronger, but it hasn't gone wild again... Do my dreams have something to do with it? I don't know, but maybe I will figure it out eventually...

Feelings About Ascension; Conclusion: Locked

[confusionism]

"Well... Good." Consider himself reassured for the time-being. It isn't even entirely the thought of her being back in the same timezone as it is purely the idea of her making it to what's on her schedule. He would, however, be remiss if he didn't mention, "I got something for you." It isn't a big deal. Just a mug with a cartoon dog that reminds him of her, but he can pass it off as 'adding some colour to the flat.' "You gotta be here to see it."

His expression turns from respectful of 'the village' and its work, to confused at the revelation that—

"Oh!" He's connected the dots. "Yeah, I remember Petra. Damn." He has to admit, the way that Anna had fielded that story made him wonder about her crazy experiences with her exes, but he's never been one to pry. Especially not when it comes to people he'll just wish he could smack around a room. His grip on the steering wheel tightens a smidgen. "I mean, I'm sure they're nice." Aiden would never accept anything less than basic respect, but he knows for a fact that Anna's protective streak could rival his. "Bigger question's probably if I can keep up."

He's only being realistic. Anna's world is a game different from the one he knows, and although he's doing his best to learn it, he's still got many ways to go. Much to learn. Such as:

"So, like— what's an 'Ainna?'" Pronounced as 'ayy-nah,' but then he tries again with an 'aye-nah,' and then again with something that rhymes with 'hyena.' "The PR team's been on my back about being more engaged online, and I keep getting tags with that word." He repeats the three versions again. He doesn't think it's an acronym. But piggy-backing on the other topic of discussion, "I'm not gonna be thrilled if you tell me that's, like— an ice skating company that wants to partner with you." This must be it, he thinks half-seriously, the end of his booty, all because the word got out that he sucks on the ice. "—Be kinda funny if that was you and Bailey's ploy all along." Others might think little of such a comment, but therein lies a (not-so-)secret: that he does like the guy more than he expresses.

"I can already see the exit ramp." She says, by way of reassurance. One way or another, Anna's making it back to London. If not in time for the event, then for the late hour when Aiden rolls back in from said-party. She's a woman on a mission, and Anna's already fixing her bag just in case she needs to sprint. Luckily, Tony's a runner too (a by-product of working with Anna for as long as he has).

"Well, I do alright, so the village does alright." It's an interesting ecosystem. Anna knows they are her friends, with immense talent and ambitions of their own. But they are also part of the 'business' of Anna Ricci, feeling every career high and low with her. Certainly not always, and she adds - "And I think they just want to see this work for us both." For business, certainly, but also because she knows her personal happiness means something to the broader group.

"Petra, who you know." Pausing, she catches the little furrow from behind the screen. "She's the blonde who crashed our brunch date, because her one night stand tried stealing her Brita filters in the middle of the night." Because Aiden may not remember the name, but that story gave him plenty to chew on for a good hour. "Maybe two more - someone from Tom Ford to fit the suit. And Alex, a men's stylist." Someone to sharpen up the lines of Aiden's hair, and suggest the right watch. "They're all really nice." Would she work with them if not?

"So..." She expresses a goofy, almost childish smile. "You like him, a lot." Anna's learned Aiden Fitzgerald speak by now. Unlike her, he isn't dramatic or prone to exaggeration. Which makes everything he says, simple as it is, mean something. "We can go out! Go ice skating?" She suggests, for the lark and the laugh. Reaching into her bag, she puts in her AirPods, refocused on Aiden.

"More than you might think." Anna admits sheepishly. She has a tough skin, but Anna's also curious as anything, desperate to know what could be coming her way. "Of course. Ask me anything." She agrees, as the car pulls up to the airport (a VIP section, embarrassing as it may be sometimes).