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X-men x Reader x Reader's Dog (Part.2)

How they handle your relationship with your dog (Part.2)

Yes... Mr. Pickles..again! (I love these headcanons so much, I'm sorry) These headcanons explore how eight famous X-Men interact with both you, their partner, and your small, not-so-bright dog, Mr. Pickles.

Characters: Emma Frost, Kitty Pryde, Rogue, Colossus, Warren Worthington III, Erik Lehnsherr, Laura Kinney & Charles Xavier

Emma Frost:

- At first, Emma finds Mr. Pickles somewhat beneath her—she’s used to luxury and elegance, and Mr. Pickles is, well, a goofy little dog with no real sense of sophistication. But over time, even the White Queen can’t resist his innocent charm. She’ll roll her eyes and sigh dramatically, but you’ve caught her cradling Mr. Pickles in her arms like a prized possession more than once.

- Emma telepathically keeps Mr. Pickles out of trouble when he gets into mischief, subtly guiding him away from precarious situations. You never really know how Mr. Pickles avoids disasters—like not falling off the balcony—but Emma just smiles slyly and changes the subject.

- Despite her initial reluctance, Emma begins treating Mr. Pickles like a little prince, often dressing him in designer dog outfits and expensive collars. She makes sure he looks his best when in public, often saying, “If he’s going to be seen with me, he must at least have some style.”

Kitty Pryde:

- Kitty absolutely adores Mr. Pickles from the moment she meets him. She’s a big dog person, and she thinks his cluelessness is part of his charm. Kitty will often phase through walls just to surprise Mr. Pickles, and she giggles every time he gets excited when she suddenly appears out of nowhere.

- Kitty spoils Mr. Pickles, always showing up with a new toy or treat for him. The two of them play together constantly, with Kitty making little obstacle courses or using her phasing powers to make the games even more entertaining. Mr. Pickles gets excited whenever she’s around, bounding toward her with his wagging tail.

- She affectionately refers to Mr. Pickles as “her little buddy” and is always ready to watch him if you’re busy. Kitty fully supports your relationship with him and even jokes that she might adopt her own dog one day—though she’s sure no dog could ever be quite as lovable as Mr. Pickles.

Rogue:

- Rogue is a little wary of Mr. Pickles at first, not because she dislikes dogs but because she’s worried about accidentally hurting him with her powers. You reassure her constantly, but she still keeps her distance for a while. Eventually, she relaxes enough to let him sit by her, and soon enough, Mr. Pickles is curled up on her lap.

- Once she gets used to him, Rogue finds Mr. Pickles incredibly cute. She often watches him run around with an amused smile, and she loves how much joy he brings you. Rogue even makes little knitted sweaters for him to wear during the colder months, often teasing you, “Ah hope he appreciates all this fashion work, sugar.”

- Mr. Pickles, naturally, adores Rogue, and even though she’s careful, he always tries to get her attention. Rogue finds herself talking to him in her soft Southern accent, calling him “darlin’” and “sweet boy” as he flops down beside her during quiet moments.

Colossus (Piotr Rasputin):

- Piotr is immediately taken with Mr. Pickles, finding the dog’s small size and silly demeanor amusing. He’s so large compared to Mr. Pickles that he’s extra careful whenever the dog is around, treating him like a fragile little thing. He’ll sometimes pick Mr. Pickles up with one hand and chuckle at how weightless the dog is in comparison.

- Piotr has a gentle, nurturing nature, so he treats Mr. Pickles with the utmost kindness. You’ll often find the two of them napping together, with Mr. Pickles sprawled out on Piotr’s massive chest, snoozing peacefully. It’s a sight that never fails to warm your heart.

- Piotr likes to create little pieces of art for Mr. Pickles, whether it’s a painted portrait of the dog or a small sculpture. He’s proud of his work and enjoys capturing the dog’s “unique personality.” Whenever he presents one of his creations, he’ll say, “For our little friend,” with a warm smile, and you can tell he’s grown just as fond of Mr. Pickles as you are.

Warren Worthington III (Angel):

- Warren is initially indifferent toward Mr. Pickles. He’s used to living a glamorous, high-society life, so a small, not-so-smart dog wasn’t exactly in his plans. But after seeing how much you adore Mr. Pickles, Warren softens. He’s the kind of partner who will buy the dog luxury bedding, gourmet treats, and custom-made collars because, “If he’s part of your life, he deserves the best.”

- Despite his aloof attitude, Warren secretly spoils Mr. Pickles. He’s taken the dog on private jet flights, giving him a first-class experience that most humans could only dream of. You often joke that Mr. Pickles lives a more extravagant life than most people, and Warren just smirks, saying, “He’s part of our family, after all.”

- Over time, Warren grows fond of Mr. Pickles’ goofy, clueless demeanor. The dog’s lack of intelligence makes him laugh, especially when Mr. Pickles tries to chase Warren’s wings as they flutter. “He’s not the brightest, but I suppose that’s part of his charm,” Warren says with a chuckle.

Magneto (Erik Lehnsherr):

- Erik is not easily impressed by much, and Mr. Pickles is no exception. Initially, he doesn’t understand your attachment to such a small, seemingly helpless creature. However, he respects your love for the dog and, over time, comes to see Mr. Pickles as a symbol of your compassion and humanity.

- Though Erik doesn’t outwardly express affection for Mr. Pickles, he’s subtly protective of him. On more than one occasion, you’ve noticed Erik using his magnetic powers to move metal objects out of the dog’s way when he’s about to run into something. He’ll never admit it, but Erik has a soft spot for the little dog because he knows how much Mr. Pickles means to you.

- Erik has a dry sense of humor when it comes to Mr. Pickles. He often remarks, “If only the world’s problems were as simple as this dog’s mind.” But when he sees you smile at his sarcastic quips, Erik can’t help but be grateful that Mr. Pickles brings you so much joy in an otherwise dark world.

Laura Kinney (X-23/Wolverine):

- Laura is not used to small, vulnerable creatures, so Mr. Pickles is a bit of an enigma to her at first. She’s hyper-aware of how fragile he is, and for a while, she keeps her distance, not wanting to accidentally hurt him. But after seeing how much you love Mr. Pickles, Laura slowly begins to warm up to the idea of having a small dog around.

- Over time, Laura becomes incredibly protective of Mr. Pickles. She keeps a close eye on him when he’s wandering around, making sure he doesn’t get into trouble. “He’s helpless,” she’ll say matter-of-factly, but it’s clear that she’s grown attached to him. She’s even gone so far as to use her enhanced senses to find him when he’s lost in the house.

- Laura starts to see Mr. Pickles as part of her small, chosen family. She’ll sit with him on her lap while sharpening her claws, and when you catch her being gentle with him, she’ll shrug and say, “He’s harmless. I don’t mind.” Despite her tough exterior, it’s clear that Laura cares deeply for both you and Mr. Pickles.

Charles Xavier:

- Charles is amused by your relationship with Mr. Pickles, seeing it as an extension of your kindness and empathy. He finds the little dog’s simplicity refreshing in a world filled with complex, troubled minds. Occasionally, Charles will check in on Mr. Pickles telepathically, smiling to himself when he senses nothing but pure, unfiltered joy.

- While Charles can’t physically interact with Mr. Pickles as easily as others, he enjoys watching the dog from afar. When Mr. Pickles gets into trouble, like trying to chew on furniture, Charles will calmly use his telepathy to guide the dog away from danger. “He means well,” Charles will say with a knowing smile whenever Mr. Pickles does something silly.

- Charles has a deep appreciation for how much happiness Mr. Pickles brings into your life. He often encourages you to take time for the dog, believing that such simple joys are important in maintaining a sense of balance and peace. “He’s a reminder of the little things that make life beautiful,” Charles often remarks, fully understanding why you treat Mr. Pickles like your child.

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Marauders era Headcanons

I’ll be adding to this throughout the storyline

Masterlist

Sirius Black:

- Partially Deaf, because there is no way he came out inbred and totally unscathed.

- Genderfluid because he’s an indecisive bitch

- Loves when his hair is braided no matter how much he says otherwise (also likes his head scratched)

- Paints his nails just to chip them cause he thinks it looks hot (same thing with smudging eyeliner)

- Calls Lily ‘Evans’, until she and James get together then he calls her ‘Mrs. Potter’

- annoyed he has to share James

- Fidgets with his hair and finger/rings constantly, because he definitely had ADD

- Makes this claw thingy with his hand when he’s nervous (if you know where this is from ily)

- Can dance REALLY WELL (ballet), because of that pure blood privilege, and does the stance naturally

-Can play the violin but is embarrassed so learns guitar so if someone asks him if he plays an instrument he can just say that instead

- Sexuality = Hot people aka Remus Lupin ( he’s just a whore idk what else to say)

-Touch starved/attention whore

- Such a fucking G, this man would riot for anything his friends ask

- If you walked into his closet you would think two people put their stuff in there, no, just him

- Speaks French

Remus Lupin:

- Poor boy is depressed

- And actually poor which is why he sells weed or other muggle things (he hustles the shit out of the students at Hogwarts by saying everything is ‘exotic’ and they believe him because everyone thinks he’s smart)

- Touch starved but doesn’t like to be touched (if you know you know)

-Bisexual panic. All. The. Time.

-Oblivious as hell to the fact everyone wants him— I mean everyone

- Loves tea. SO. MUCH. TEA.

- Has a book club with Lily

- Got a ton of piercings and tattoos over fifth year’s summer, but people rarely see them cause he’s always wearing sweaters or covered up some how

-His whole closet look like it should belong to an old man, yet he still slays

- Bites his lips and inside of cheek a lot, so James carries around lip balm for him

- When he’s high he’s chill

- But he’s hysterical when he’s drunk

-Can read multiple languages, but his pronunciation is god awful (Sirius makes fun of him for it)

-Has Chocolate on hand at all times because once he didn’t and he threw Snape across the classroom

-Man is an uncoordinated tree

James Potter:

- Both the Mom and child of the group somehow

- Takes lots of naps

-Sorry to say but Gryffindor is his personality

- Foot taps

- Holy shit this guy is ADHD

- ‘Bambi’ is his other nickname, and he thinks it’s cute until he watches the movie

- The healthiest mentally of the group

- Golden retriever vibes

- If James hasn’t seen Sirius within 30 minutes and he doesn’t know where he is, he gets panicked

-Has a thing for Youngest siblings apparently (Lily and Regulus)

-Obsessed with Babies

- Definition of himbo sometimes

- He’s good at every sport he tries

- Queer

- Trained Sirius not to say Mudblood throughout first and second year

Peter Pettigrew:

- Trans (I’ll go more in-depth later)

- Ace

- if Social anxiety was a person

- Bakes like an absolute KING

- Chews fingernails, so Sirius got him leather gloves to matches his own to get him to stop

- Knows random shit/facts

-also knows everyone’s business because no one pays him any attention

- Short king

- Hilarious, practically makes the group piss themselves when alone in the common room

- Loves everything fuzzy

- Has been in love with Mary since third or fourth year, but hasn’t said anything because he knew about her and Lily

- Has family trauma too, but he doesn’t thinks it’s enough to complain about because of what he’s seen with Sirius

- Was the first to master turning into an animagus

-As bad as Sirius and James with worrying about his hair, just less loud about it

-He knew about wolfstar before James

Lily Evans:

-Pansexual

- Politics Queen

- As sassy and sarcastic as Sirius

-Stress cleans

- the Left corner of her forehead twitches when she’s mad

- Thick girl (her thighs are HUGE and James practically drools over them 24/7, respectively ofc)

- Short 5’

- the others have to keep her within arms reach because she gets lost easily in crowds, her hair is the only thing that helps

- Human calculator (she gets perfect marks on every subject EXCEPT DADA, which is the class Sirius and James do; it annoys her to no end)

- Most likely to actually throw hands

- Fangirls openly about book characters (with Remus)

- Can’t sing to save her life (poor babe just wants to sing abba, but she just ends up being made fun of)

-Vowed to not cut her hair until she graduated, so around sixth year she had to start braiding it because if she didn’t she’d sit on it

- Can forge a signature/handwriting very well

- Is actually really insecure about her magical abilities because of the rift it caused between her and Petunia

Marlene McKinnon:

-Lesbian

-The only person to actually make her question her sexuality is Remus, and that’s because it’s fucking Remus Lupin

- During fourth year when her and Sirius were ‘dating’, they were just teaching each other how to flirt with girls/guys and they’d kiss just to practice

-Obsessed with Piercings (begged Remus to give her a couple after he told her about how he had the supplies)

- One of the best players on the Gryffindor Quidditch team/ uses it as anger management (Beater position)

-Her and Sirius have an agreement to tell each other the weekly outfit plan so they don’t wear the same thing or color (red or black mostly)

- Roasting people is her platonic love language

-Can play every band instrument

-She looks like a tough, rocker chick but is a softie for Dorcas

- Intimidates everyone because she’s low key buff (can bench more than James and Sirius combined) and super tall (looks like a giant next to Lily)

-Can’t speak in front of Dorcas at first, yet Dorcas understands her

-Big on PDA which leads to Sirius gagging obnoxiously

-Her and Sirius “fighting” is for show so people stop shipping them together/ teasing them

- Dyslexic so Lily and Dorcas read to her if there’s anything important (which leads to them doing it even if she’s not around)

-Simps for James Mum (but who wouldn’t)

Dorcas Meadowes:

- Part of the Slytherin skittles

- Non-binary

-Demisexual

- Dark humor and it’s worse when she’s around Regulus and Barty

- Nyx is her first girl kiss in my oc story (Marlene probably was for every other story)

-Big softy when it comes to Marlene

-Resting bitch face

- Amazing artist/ sketching Marlene constantly

- Makes jewelry (Marlene and her matching rings, and friendship bracelets/ necklaces for the others that they can never take off— she warns them before hand)

- Will go batshit crazy if she stays up after 12 am

-Gets super competitive when playing Quidditch

- Rants about how much she loves pockets every 20 minutes

- Instinctively moves closer to someone she knows when she’s in public

- More introverted than the rest, would rather stay in the common room and chill

-makes a ton of your mom jokes

Mary Macdonald:

- Pansexual or Polysexual

-She loves to embroidery/making clothes, so if anyone needs something made or tailored they go to her

-Hypes everyone up all the time, ‘don’t disrespect yourself’ vibe

- Has the best alcohol tolerance in the group

-James potter triggers her for a multitude of reasons; they have a banter relationship

- She always has what you need in her bag— like Mary Poppins

-Lily was her first love and friend

- SUCH a good listener (like I know canon Remus and Lily would be the best listeners, but I think it’s Mary)

- Both her and Remus had a glow up fourth year and everyone wants to either be them or be with them

- Loves dancing, will do it randomly while doing absolutely anything

-Hates cold weather, she’ll literally wear five jackets DON’T play

-Has had or does have a eating disorder because of societal pressure of internal judgment; not to mention people definitely paint her out to be a ‘slag’ because she happens to be more open about her sexuality (and they don’t do it to Sirius because we live in a fucked patriarchy)

- Will scream “fuck the police” or “fuck the Patriarchy” when running away from an authority figure (or just Lily/Remus)

-vegetarian 

-Extroverted (loves to be around people/hates being alone)

Regulus Black:

- Asthma (again, can’t escape inbreeding completely)

-Has permanent dark circles, yet he still looks beautiful??? Looks like eyeshadow to be real

- Demisexual

-trans

-Scratching his knuckles is a severe nervous tick of his

-Writes poetry and short stories

- Plays the piano

-Started playing quidditch to interact with Sirius more and to impress him (but as he got older he didn’t really give a shit anymore)

-Speaks French and Reads Latin

-Really into Astronomy

- He had a crush on James in fifth year but didn’t pursue it because he still somewhat resented him for having Sirius all to himself (and he knew Sirius would get mad)

-Cusses a lot when around his friends

-Best poker face, could lie to anyone and get away with it

-Photographic memory

-Nice to all the House elves (and all the Marauders except Sirius and James)

Pandora, Evan, and Barty

Evan and Pandora are siblings

Everyone in the Marauders and Slytherin Skittles have agreed that Pandora has to be protected at all cost

What they don’t know is that this girl is lethal (Carries around potions she’s created that could burn through steel)

Barty is hella gay, psychotic, and a bit of a pyro

Barty is also low key obsessed with Regulus

Evan is in love with Barty

Rosekiller is a thing, and it is toxic (don’t we just love it)

I’ll probably add more for Barth, Evan, and Pandora later

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The First Christmas Party

mat barzal x model!fem!reader

a visceral in doses ig edit

y/nbarzal

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y/nbarzal We finally hosted our first Christmas party! It was lovely to invite the team into our home🍷🎄

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barzal97 No one I’d rather throw a party with

matfan I need more pictures of Mat in his sweater

sydneyemartin Queen of hosting and planning

alexaserowik I already miss it🥴

y/nupdates I would love to go to a barzal party

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barzal97 AJ outlasted all of us. He’s the true party animal

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mattymarts17 Wonder where he gets it from

y/nbarzal Just tag me next time

thebarzalsupdates Y/n is so pretty

sydneyemartin Angel is so Y/n

y/nbarzal My little mini me that looks nothing like me

y/n4life So it’s confirmed that Y/n is the life of the party?

alexaserowik AJ took one nap in my arms and was ready for the rest of the night

y/nbarzal He loves you so much because he doesn’t usually nap in just anyone’s arms

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barzal97 Pt. 2

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y/nbarzal I promise we’re not big party people (anymore) we just love having events happen in our home

sydneyemartin Every party at the Barzal’s

y/nbarzal I honestly wouldn’t mind

lianabarzal Glad I got to come!

y/nbarzal We love you, Li!

josty17 Best party

barzal97 Glad you came buddy

y/nsgf No because now I want to see their home being that everyone loves being there

y/nupdates Right?

y/nsworld Any vlogs in the future?

y/nbarzal Maybe…

a/n: I’m thinking this one will have a blurb (hopefully in the next few days!) Enjoy!!

[total-drama-brainrot]

i just posted a silly impulsive headcanon in the discord off the top of my head, but now that i'm thinking about it...

let's say, during their stay in jamaica (or maybe in a later season/different show altogether?) the contestants are staying in hotel rooms for simplicities' sake. and due to the number of them, they're paired up. not an issue, right?

noah goes to join owen in his room, but he's already partnered up with tyler (or whomever), so noah's left with only alejandro as an option. great. again, it's whatever, it's only temporary. at least they'll be able to sleep in proper beds, so things are still looking up!

oh, they've been given the last available room? it's got the queen bed? oh sweet! so they've got bigger beds than the others? no?

wait. what do you mean "only one bed?"

oh shit oh fuck he's totally doomed.

well, they'll just have to make do. noah isn't about to cause a fuss about his sleeping arrangements, he's already tired enough from the plane crash itself and the challenges they competed in. what's the worst that could happen?

(he steadfastly ignores the Very Possible Outcome of his unfortunate sleeping habit, even when various headlines pertaining to a certain awake-a-thon incident race across his vision like spectres. because it's NOT going to happen again.)

alejandro also takes the news with his usual levels of grace and poise- all of that social training as the son of a diplomat has done him well- though noah can just tell by the tenseness in his shoulders and the stiffness of his posture that he's not as calm about the situation as he'd like the others to believe.

whatever. it's just a bed, who cares?

when they're getting ready to sleep- in an actual bed, what a luxury!- noah and alejandro gingerly climb into their respective sleep wears, both facing the opposite direction. this is the first time the whole season that they've been allowed the opportunity to sleep in their actual pyjamas. you know, since they haven't exactly had beds.

alejandro, dressed in his tank top and sleep shorts (he'd usually sleep in just the shorts, but the thought of doing so whilst sharing a sleep space seemed inappropriate), turns to climb into their queen bed only to see noah, who is already dressed in his own loose t-shirt and shorts, stepping into a pair of sweatpants and pulling a thick looking sweater over his sleepwear. what the fuck?

the room they're in isn't even cold, they're in jamaica?

even worse, noah's actively putting on a pair of fluffy socks. who wears socks to bed?

and then, then, the absolute mad lad reaches into his luggage and pulls out an equally fluffy dressing gown (or bathrobe/housecoat, same thing tbf), wrapping it around himself like a winter coat as if he's somehow cold in his two- now three- layers. it's almost 26°c out there! (80°f)

and the psycho smiles to himself, breathing out a sigh of contented air (and, alejandro notices, uncurling from his slightly hunched over posture, as if he'd been trying to conserve heat), as if he's not sweating his ass off under his three weather inappropriate layers!

so, as a concerned team leader, alejandro points out the obvious; he shouldn't be wearing so many layers to bed, he's going to get heat stroke.

but noah argues back; he naturally runs cold, especially when he's asleep.

and alejandro briefly recalls the amount of times he's noticed a napping noah shivering in his sleep despite wearing his usual three layers of clothing and the jet itself being kept a consistent room temperature for all it's faults, but his logic reasons that even so noah still doesn't need to wear socks to bed (it's immoral).

eventually noah gives up defending his (objectively wrong) decision to wear thick layered clothing and socks to bed and just climbs under the covers (discarding the dressing gown on the way, he's not completely insane), huffing in annoyance as he curls up at the edge of the mattress and makes a point of ignoring his company.

alejandro also sighs to himself, though whether it's in defeat or exasperation he isn't entirely sure, and carefully slots himself onto the opposite edge of the bed.

the two fall asleep in a tense silence with almost a meter of space between them.

which is why it's surprising when alejandro wakes up a few hours later, absolutely boiling under the heated weight practically glued to his side.

noah's iconic hair, softer in texture that it's usually neat waves would imply, tickles at his neck whilst the cynic's face is pressed firmly into his chest. his sweater-clad arms and wrapped almost possessively around his shoulders and his legs and tangled between the latino's own. whilst the added pressure is nice bearable, alejandro is sweating his life out beneath the warmth of another body.

when he tries to unpeel his clingy companion from his side, a sleeping noah seems to take that as a challenge and digs his hands into the taller's shoulders, which is when alejandro realises that despite everything noah's hands are freezing to the touch. how?! the two of them end up even further entwined than before, as his escape efforts only lead to noah wrapping his body even tighter around alejandro like a particularly stubborn boa constrictor until he had the shorter practically sleeping on top of him- as if alejandro himself was the mattress, or some oversized teddy bear.

it's... not an ideal situation.

alejandro kicks the duvet off of the pair, prompting a shiver from the wannabe koala attached to him, but the freedom from the oppressive heat outweighs any remorse he would've felt for depriving his companion from potential heat stroke. without the oven-like heat of the duvet, having the warmth of another curled up against him is actually pretty nice, and alejandro soon finds unconsciousness washing over him like the (comparatively) cool air of their room.

noah wakes up as sunlight filters into their suite, his face tucked firmly into alejandro's neck as the taller cradles him between his arms, deep slumbering breaths making his chest periodically rise and fall against noah's own. his arms are wrapped around the spaniard's waist, cold hands gripping loosely at the fabric of his tank top, and their legs are to tangled together that it takes the bookworm a few moments to figure out which ones are his.

he's warm, for once, and it's wonderful. he barely spares a thought at how awkward the situation is going to be when they're both awake and just presses himself further into alejandro's inviting warmth, mouth twitching into a smile, as he drifts back to sleep.

[lawsofchaos1]

Shadowhunter Promptlet: The Piano

A young Alec, overwhelmed by everything Maryse and Robert have dropped himself into his lap, runs away from the Institute- just for a few hours- to see what it would be like to be a mundane child. To see what it would be like to live with no responsibility, without parents who leave their bruises on his skin.

Somehow, Alec accidentally finds himself in a piano lesson with a bunch of other children and he discovers music.

Having learned the basics, Alec knows better than to ever reveal it to anyone at the Institute. But, over the years, he sneaks away a few careful hours at a time. He finds public pianos in the parks or he slips into unlocked middle schools, or, later, unlocked high schools or colleges, blending in and sneaking into their practice rooms to bring the music in his head to life.

Alec never tells anyone, not even Jace, about his escape. Jace has always been different and just because it's okay for him to play music, doesn't mean it's okay for Alec.

One day, Magnus and Alec are visiting one of Magnus' warlock friends and Alec, with permission, goes to explore a few nearby rooms while Magnus and his friend catch up. He doesn't dare even sit down on the bench when he finds the piano, but he knows that this room is too far for them to hear, so he plays.

Magnus walks in without Alec noticing at first, but when Alec catches movement out of the corner of his eye and turns, he's frozen.

[Teenage HOTI-Alec with his mundane accidental-piano-friends below the cut]

Imagine a fifteen-year old Alexander Lightwood, overwhelmed from his recent installation as Acting Head, sneaking into the local high school band room to practice on their piano. Imagine Alec meeting this group of kids who basically adopt him and keep claiming him as their brother/visiting cousin/best friend from another high school whenever anyone else pops into the practice room and asks who this random kid is who definitely doesn't go here.

The tattoos and leather jacket make Alec incredibly popular with the teen girls going after the bad boy and Ryan, Haley, and Alison find Alec's total and utter obliviousness to them absolutely hilarious.

But, the little trio also sees his constant injuries and how exhausted he is all the time and one day Haley kind of snaps and pulls a fuzzy blanket out of her backpack and demands Alec take a nap while she practices Braham's lullaby.

(Alec acquiesces and the trio subtly collates a list of the songs that Alec will sleep through while they play. A few times here and there Alec will creep into the practice room, shadows both in and under his eyes, and he won't even try to put fingers to piano- just tentatively pulls out the blanket from Haley's backpack that is now undeniably his and curls up in the corner to sleep fitfully while Ryan guards the door.)

They see how lonely he looks sometimes, how burdened, and the trio drags him out for milkshakes and tell horrible jokes until Alec truly laughs - looking honestly surprised that that sound even came out of his mouth.

And Ryan doesn't make a big deal of it, but he sees how Alec keeps stroking his Haley's blanket between his fingers, enjoying the softness. The next day, Ryan starts keeping a large black hoodie he found made out of the softest material he's ever felt in his tuba case, waiting for the next time they walk into what has become their practice room after school to find Alec lurking in the corner.

(Ten years later, Alec still wears that sweater whenever he needs some extra comfort.)

The night after the wedding-that-wasn't and before Malec's first date, Alec climbs up the fire escape to the 34th floor of and apartment building in Queens and knocks on Haley's window. He then proceeds to have a Gay Panic on her and Alison's couch before they calm him down and convince him to go woo his man.

A year after that, Alec is a groomsman at Ryan’s wedding and Ryan is suddenly stuck trying to explain to his wife why they have a lovely package of custom daggers as a wedding present.

A few months after Magnus finds Alec hardly daring to touch his friend's piano, Haley, Ryan, and Alison are invited to the loft for dinner. Magnus can barely contain the joy and love in his heart as Alec and the trio recount the stories of their meeting and the blatant shenanigans they got up to over the years. Yet, Magnus' heart is somehow even more full as he watches the four friends troop over to the newly installed piano in Alec and Magnus' living room, trading off playing each other's favorite songs until long into the night.

[fruity-cryptid]

Okay so, I forced my boyfriend to watch good omens with me and he decided to write some small headcanons and he was okay with me sharing some soooo yea, I also put some of my own hcs warning season 2 spoilers

Crowley:

Genderfluid / Gay / Any pronouns

Used to smoke a lot to cope but Aziraphale helped him quit, though he started to smoke again after the kiss, he also drinks a lot more to try and cope

Normally doesn't cry but after the events with Aziraphale in season 2 he cries more often and easily

Doberman type of partner

Not a huge fan of Taylor Swift but really likes the reputation album + anti-hero

Wears cropped shirts sometimes

Has bad separation anxiety

Didn't talk about his emotions much until after he met Aziraphale + he mainly talks to Aziraphale about his emotions

Repeatedly listens to The World We Knew by Frank Sinatra and cries

Would often go to spots he and Aziraphale would hang around and just think

Had a slight punk phase in the 90s

Nail biter, especially when anxious

Rants to Nina often about what happened

Wears eyeliner ( my hc)

Hated himself for kissing Aziraphale like how he did since he always wanted their kiss to be perfect but now he ruined it ( my hc)

Secretly loved Aziraphales magician costume (my hc)

The Bentley sometimes gets small yellow bits and he just leaves it (my hc)

Is very jealous of Beelzebub and Gabriel but tries to hide it (my hc)

Sees Muriel as their own child and teaches them about earth (my hc)

Aziraphale:

Agender / Gay / He/They

Huge fan of Taylor Swift, Queen, and The Cardigans

Loves baked goods and is a huge fan of baking shows

Orange cat type of partner

Loves the nickname 'Angel'

He truly loved Crowley back but doesn't' want to admit it due to deep religious trauma

Is a huge people pleaser and was bullied often in heaven

Terrible at making decisions

Eats ice cream when sad

Really regrets leaving Crowley and wants to go back

Most of his decisions made are heavily based on what he thinks Crowley would have wanted hoping somehow Crowley would find out

Very oblivious

Whenever he'd go back to earth and saw black, grey, or red things he would immediately tear up and stare at said object

Hates working in heaven since its too empty ( my hc)

Sometimes gets angels to check in on Crowley (my hc)

His personality becomes much duller in heaven ( my hc)

Hates himself for the fact he didn't kiss Crowley back (my hc)

Beelzebub:

Nonbinary / Pansexual / They/Them, Zi/Zer

Black cat type of partner

Has body dysmorphia

Dresses gender neutral, masc, and fem

Fell for Gabriel almost immediately

Listens to Everyday by Buddy Holly all the time and never gets sick of it

Loves their flies like they were their children

Can't spell for shit

Loves causing drama

Still keeps in touch with Crowley who introduced them to Muriel who quickly grew on them ( Gabriel and Beelzebub become like uncle figures to Muriel since they Crowley is like a parent to them )

Hates hugs except from Gabriel and Muriel ( sometimes )

Eventually tried food and grew a liking towards it, very frequently watched cooking shows ( my hc )

Loves nicknames and comes up with new ones for Gabriel constantly; my sweet, dear, angel, etc (my hc)

Them and Gabriel have a garden together filled with plants that attract flies and just flowers Gabriel finds pretty ( my hc )

Has anger issues ( my hc)

Gabriel:

Trans (FTM) / Gay / He/Him

Loves plushies and owns tons

Also has anger issues but Beelzebub helps him with it

Loves hot coca

Can't be trusted in a kitchen whatsoever so Beelzebub does most of the cooking

Loves cuddling and often clings to Beelzebub

Loves knitted sweaters

He and Beelzebub moved into an apartment on earth

Loves Marvel

His memory is still sometimes slightly foggy and he has trouble remembering things (my hc)

He found out he loves sleeping and takes naps often ( my hc)

Takes Beelzebub on dates often to pubs and cafes ( my hc)

Huge fan of romantics ( my hc)

Goes hot coca tasting with Muriel and Beelzebub sometimes (my hc)

Muriel:

Non Binary / Bisexual / They/Them

Really enjoys Beebadoobee, Mac Demarco, and The Neighborhood

Knits and crochets

Has trauma and is also a people pleaser

Would be shocked if people found them cool

Certain things on earth interest them that most people don't care for

Loves sweet things such as chocolate chip cookies, hot coca, and tea with absurd amounts of honey and sugar

Loves hugs

Was glad to befriend Beelzebub and sees them and like an cool uncle type figure

Becomes close with Nina and Maggie over time and often visits the coffee shop to help out ( my hc )

Somehow meets Eric the disposable demon and forms a quick friendship over how they both feel out of place ( my hc )

Adores the rain ( my hc)

Stargazes with Crowley who tells them about the different constellations (my hc)

Loves ducks like Crowley and goes with him to the park to feed ducks (my hc)

Likes painting Crowley's nails, they painted them yellow one time and it made Crowley cry bc it reminded him of when Aziraphale turned the Bentley yellow (my hc )

Loves learning about different emotions and especially loves the concept of love (my hc)

Eric The Disposable Demon (mainly my headcanons):

Demi-Boy/ Bisexual / They/He

Loves avocado toast

Loves smokey eye makeup looks

Is terrified of Crowley but also looks up to him (my hc)

Finds Muriel very pretty but doesn't feel worthy of being near them sometimes since they're so angelic and hes a demon (my hc)

They like to buy Muriel sweets anytime he visits them (my hc)

Very traumatised and is used to throwing himself towards danger (my hc)

Bonds with Muriel at the same park that Crowley and Aziraphale goes to (my hc)

Asks Crowley for advice sometimes on how to get closer to Muriel (my hc)

Nina:

Female / Lesbian / She/Her

Loves doing latte art

Makes tiktoks sometimes of herself making drinks or doing latte art, mostly to promote the cafe but also for her own enjoyment

Loves 70's and 80's music

Loves ABBA

Her ex partner made her worry over unimportant things constantly

Was sad but relieved when her ex partner broke up with her

Listens to music while cleaning

Black cat type of partner

Watched Stranger Things

Loves halloween and fall

Loves horror movies ( my hc)

Eventually warmed up to Muriel and gives them free food and drinks sometimes since they help around the cafe ( my hc)

Feeds stray cats that live near the cafe (my hc)

Maggie:

Female / Lesbian / She/Her

Loves flowers

Summer is her favourite season

Likes pop music

Golden retriever type partner

Loves sitcoms

Has crocheted stuffies

Has tons of records and plants at home

Goes to the cafe all the time to see Nina

Has a great skin care routine

Loves cats

She taught Crowley about eyeliner and helped him learn to apply it ( my hc)

She loves Muriel and teaches them about different musicians ( my hc)

Really likes Taylor Swift (my hc)

[killalluchihas]

Hi I'm here to post the unedited scraps of gv/bj that may or may not be canon to my fanfic. If you're still waiting for new chapters to be posted maybe you'll appreciate this glimpse?

February 2006

Queens, New York

[11 AM EST]

Light presses against his eyelids, abrupt and unwelcome. An unpleasantly cheerful bell echoes around him as a flight attendant announces their arrival, like it wasn’t obvious when the plane landed on the tarmac.

Fushiguro Toji rolls his neck, stiff from sitting for so long. This is the longest flight he’s ever had to take, and fuck if he isn’t glad his employer splurged on a first-class ticket. Something about protecting investments this time around.

Still, he’s groggy and bitter as he drags himself out of the airport and into the busy streets of New York. Jet-lag’s a bitch.

Trying to stay awake, he chugs two cups of black coffee and showers in the crappy bathroom of his crappy apartment. His employer didn’t splurge on it, claiming he’ll need a low profile and plenty of time to complete this assignment.

New York’s sorcerers are a cautious, vigilant bunch—they’re notoriously reclusive and keep tabs on sorcerers moving in and out of the city. Funny, it’s almost like they have something to hide.

Toji stretches again as he pulls on a clean t-shirt. Then he mutters some curses at the unchanging thermostat and pulls on a sweater, because winter in New York is cold as fuck. Just because he's thick-skinned enough to not die from the cold doesn't mean he doesn't feel it. He switches on the television, barely listening as some newscaster drones on about traffic reports. He’s not fluent in English, in fact he’s pretty terrible at speaking it, so the television’s just white noise to him as he sorts through his belongings.

There’s a fair amount of searching to do, and it’s past midday already so Toji reluctantly forgoes a nap. He doesn’t actually know who his target is, only their date of birth and the hospital they were born in. His employer narrowed it down further to just the families still living in Queens, but Toji has to go through twenty-odd children with the potential to be this special chosen one or whatever.

He picks through the files very briefly. There’s no indication that any kid is more promising than the next, so he looks at a map of the area and chooses the candidate that lives closest to where he is. He slings his bag over one shoulder, and heads out to begin the search.

The door swings shut behind him.

In the empty room, the television keeps playing, volume low. The news moves onto the weather forecast. The weatherman gestures in broad strokes, pointing to a swirling storm mass heading towards the east coast.

—/—/—

Today is Saturday, kids don’t have school, and it’s too fucking cold to do anything but stay home, so Toji expects to find the girl in her house. The Americans don’t guard the kid, after all. Why would they? Even if they’ve identified the source of cursed energy, they don’t know why the kid is important. Hell, even Toji doesn’t totally get it. Something about vessels and barriers. He's just been paid a lot of money to bring back the target in one piece, which is a strange request to make of a mercenary, but he really couldn't say no to that many zeroes.

The only wild card in this situation is the fortuneteller. There’s a line of seers that’s worked with the New York council in the past, and they’re responsible for tracking sorcery anomalies through the five boroughs.

Fortunately, there’s only one true seer left in that family now. A weak one at that. And Toji isn’t a sorcerer.

The girl’s apartment is at the end of this block. The weather’s kept most people off the streets, but not all of them. There’s two dog walkers, plus a man walking in and out of a building to put old furniture to the curb. No one to look at him twice as he nears the apartment complex.

The lobby door has a lock on it, and there’s a series of doorbells and apartment addresses listed on the wall. Apartment 204-C is listed, though the part where the surname should be written, it actually says Segura instead of Ariyoshi. But Toji is sure this is the right building. And, after taking a proper look at the seemingly-locked door… he pulls at the handle, and it swings outward without protest.

His boots land on the linoleum floor, ignoring the litter of crumpled papers and discarded junk mail. There’s a bunch of mailboxes on the left side of the cramped hallway, while the right side holds a cork board full of posters and notices.

Just as Toji has the idle, almost-pleasant thought that This is kinda easy, several things happen all at once:

His eyes are drawn to the cork board. A little blue origami dragon is pinned to it, and something is off about it.

He steps over a scrap of inked rice paper taped to the floor.

A boundary is broken, and the sharp tang of cursed energy stings his tongue.

Toji mutters a quiet "Fuck," under his breath.

And a winged creature bursts out of the wall, coiling and writhing in the too-narrow hall before it opens its enormous maw and lunges at him.

[ryusuisloveinterest]

Hiiiii!! Hi enjoyed the domestic headcanon very much!! Could you write what would be a date with husband!Ryusui please ? I just love him so much he’s my n°1 anime crush🤭.

Welcome back girlypop! I understand i love love Ryusui❤️ i assumed you wanted a drabble so that’s what I wrote. It’s kinda long but I hope you like it 💕

A date with your husband, Ryusui

It’s a good thing you aren’t claustrophobic, because the amount of people surrounding you right now is absurd. Makeup artist grabbing your face, tailors finishing sewing the dress/suit you’re already wearing, and hair stylist yanking and putting up your hair. You were used to it at this point, after all you had been modeling for years now. I’m fact it’s exactly how you met your husband, Ryusui. Right before the petrification of everyone in the world, the Nanami Conglomerate wanted to venture out and produce things besides ships. They started producing jewelry, perfumes and colognes, even kitchen utensils. But when they starting making clothes, that’s when you were called in. Very soon, you were one of the Nanami Conglomerates top models. There was photo shoot where you had to showcase watches; you were told you’d get a partner to pose with, but you didn’t think it be the heir of the Nanami Conglomerate himself. Safe to say you both adored each other. Even after everyone was petrified, you two thought about each other, and when Ryusui was revived, he wouldn’t dare do a thing without you by his side. After all the work and finding out who the Medusa really was, he bent down on one knee and asked to you to be his forever and in return he would be yours. It’s been a few years since that fateful day, having been married for two of them. 

You take one final breath before stepping out on the runway, everyone clapping and cameras flashing. There’s one distinct voice that sticks out above the rest… “(Y/n)! Over here! You look so beautiful my amazing wife/husband/partner! “ You can see the people around him get annoyed (especially the photographers) but he could care less. Right now all he wants to do is support his partner

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After the runway, and the close up photos, AND the after party, you sit in the back seat of a limousine with Ryusui with socks and sandals, one of his sweaters, and some sweatpants. You lean onto his shoulder, exhausted from the hectic day. “You did amazing love! That’s no surprise though, you’ve been this good from the first time I met you.” You softly smile, his words never stopped making your heart flutter. “Thank you darling…” you whisper back. “Why don’t you get some rest for a while? We’ll be home shortly.” You nod and take a short nap, falling asleep to the sound of his breath. 

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A few minutes pass when Ryusui wakes you up. As your eyes flutter open you can tell you’re not at home, but you know exactly where you are. Ryusui opens the door for you helping you out of the limo. You follow him into the woods, leading to a small picnic on the edge of a cliff. It hasn’t changed since he proposed to you. There were small candles glowing, flowers placed on the ground, and a small speaker with your favorite music playing. “What’s all this for love?” You question to him. He laughs, “Do you not know the date today?” The date? It’s just November 17….oh shit. “Oh my gosh, Ryusui I’m so sorry it just slipped my mind!” How could you forget your anniversary?? Ryusui treats you like a queen every day and you didn’t even remember to get him a gift for your anniversary? “Please forgive me Ryusui! I can’t believe I forgot! With the rehearsals and the fittings and-“ Ryusui laughs even louder this time. “You think I’m upset? Dear I know how busy you’ve been this month, I see how tired you are when you get home. I haven’t even seen you draw I’m forever!” You smile at him, how were you so lucky? “Come love, let me spoil you.” He helps you sit down, opening the picnic basket with your favorite foods and treats. You sit together for what feels like hours and enjoying each other’s company. You shared kiss after kiss, on your lips, on your cheeks, your nose your neck. The wine bottle and grapes are finished along with the snacks sandwiches. As your laughter dies, you can hear one of your favorite songs, the first song you and Ryusui danced to when you were married. “Do you hear you the song darling?” You ask him. “How could I not? It’s the song that reminds me of you.” He stands, offering his hand. You take it as he lifts you gently. One hand holds your hand and his other on you waist; your hand on his shoulder. Your bodies touch as you two dance, your head leans on his chest, his heart acting as the best melody. “Happy anniversary Ryusui…” you whisper to him, kissing his chest. “Happy anniversary (y/n), I love you so much, more than you’ll ever know.”

[daisychains334]

about time i did an introduction, i suppose…

hi, i’m daisy (she/her)

i am a lover of this world and the creativity within it.

after all, earth without ‘art’ would only be ‘eh.’ :)

here’s a few things about me <3

*•💿୨⎯music ⎯୧💿•*

artists/bands: lana del rey, artic monkeys, tv girl, fiona apple, mitski, smashing pumpkins, nirvana, hole, queen, chappell roan, the cure, boygenius, lorde, phoebe bridgers, foo fighters, wolf alice, oasis, taylor swift, arcade fire, ethel cain

albums: french exit, when the pawn, mtv unplugged, the rise and fall of a midwest princess, pure heroine, punisher, the record, in utero, live through this, evermore

+⭐️୨⎯media⎯୧⭐️+

books: the mysterious benedict society, the book thief, pride and prejudice, a good girl’s guide to murder, the kingkiller chronicles, enola holmes, we were liars, genuine fraud, how to be perfect, folk of the air series, humor me

authors: e. lockhart, sylvia plath, jane austen, markus zusak

movies/musicals: hamilton, little shop, enola holmes (again), wonka, the greatest showman, pride and prejudice (again), elemental (it is a BANGER ok??), 10 things i hate about you

shows: ted lasso, everything sucks!, heartstopper, i am not okay with this, cowboy bebop, mtv’s downtown

*🎀୨⎯other⎯୧🎀*

ideologies i believe strongly in: free palestine, girls protect girls, socialism or just general anti capitalism, freedom of religion without freedom of hate speech “because” of religion, black lives matter, pro-choice, feminism, love is love, trans rights are human rights.

things i love: reading, fashion history, fall, old dogs, sunshine, naps, “weird” animals, the idea that things are only worth what we’re willing to give up for them, academia type aesthetics, chanel, tea and coffee equally, thrift shopping, poetry, quiet but not quite silence, libraries, cafes, hot showers, vivienne westwood, grammar, rain puddles

things i collect: cd’s and vinyl, dice, playbills, seashells, polaroids, sweaters, rings

and here’s a little guide to my tags so you can navigate my page!!

#🪴୨⎯ tags⎯୧🪴#

#daisy’s writing things ~ shitposts i make about writing, whether that be tips, encouragement to others writers, or simply rants about how it annoys the hell out of me lol

#daisy’s random things ~ pure shitposts about no particular topic, just random things i happen to think of…

#daisy’s work ~ writing, poetry, art, etc. that is my creation :)

#daisy’s quotes ~ quotes, lyrics, or excerpts from poems or books that i really like!

#daisy’s mood boards ~ a curated vibe about a particular aesthetic or lifestyle i’m really into, expressed through quotes, writing, or pictures

#daisy’s asks ~ exactly what it sounds like: info about my asks, answered asks, etc. :)

(sometimes there may be multiple of these tags on one post if the post includes multiple of these)

(small side note about my page ~ i only follow people i know in real life, for safety reasons, this doesn’t mean you can’t follow me though!!)

thanks for reading!!

daisy 🌼

[moira-mains-go-to-hell]

Overwatch Women Relationship/ General Headcannons:

These are very specific, but I find them cute.

This is super long, because it’s All. Of. Them. I was going to break them up, but then I forgot, and rolled with it.

No warnings, all sfw.

Ashe

Is very much allergic to pollen.

With that being said she has the loudest damn sneeze

Cannot cook to save her life but makes really good concoctions of stoner type food. That and she is a dip girl. Every woman from the south knows one good dip they can make and it’s been imbued in us since birth. No one else at the party has the same dip either, wonderful how it works really

Widow

Has vintage luggage she uses for long term missions

Sleeps on her back with her arms folded like she is dead just to freak you out.

Hates pressure cookers

D.va

Is really good at Pilates (she took it up instead of physical therapy after her injuries in the cinematic)

Can fold gum wrapper swans

Disassembles her blaster when she is bored just to put it back together again (she times it and keeps the times in a golf notepad)

Junker Queen

Really good at electrical engineering but has only seen YouTube lectures about it on a shitty rebuilt mac

Listens to nickelback unironically

Prefers fruity drinks, but that’s the closest you will get her to eating a god damn fruit

Kiriko

Can and will sit you down to explain the entire Lord of the Rings trilogy

Is a Jojo’s fan. Thinks it’s under appreciated.

Cannot tell you the difference between jams, jellies and preserves.

Moira

Hates chain steakhouses (outback, Texas Roadhouse, ect) Loathes the atmosphere.

Has favorite poisonous plants

Is better than you at Mario kart

Mercy

Is not good at social cues to the point she will put on the complete wrong music for a situation (think Disco Inferno while she is trying to Rez a burn victim levels of bad taste)

“Does not like coffee” but if you make it she will drink from yours

Spins her blaster when she puts it back in its holster

Pharah

Likes shows like “How I Met Your Mother” and “Rules of Engagement”

Wakes you up in the middle of the night to go with her to the dingiest convenience store to acquire the best sandwich of your life

Hates coleslaw

Brigitte

Doesn’t count her reps, only times them with specific tools (a song, a show, a podcast)

Has helped her father defy the Geneva Conventions

Thinks The Grand Canyon is made up (Torb told her as a joke when she was little and has believed it since)

Zarya

Has been to the secret Russian lab where they keep stem cells of every known disease to exist. (It’s a real thing, I think don’t quote me-)

Brings back small rocks from places she goes

Doesn’t like birds

Mei

Snow ball has a built in dance party mode specifically for when she is sad.

Doesn’t like using Amazon

Knows all of “Yakko’s World” and sings it to herself

Tracer

Tries to tip well but doesn’t know the math so she leaves way more than is needed

Has tried to convince Winston to give her a laser beam inside of the accelerator

Wears Velcro for convenience

Ana

When she is able to settle down and stop being on the move, she catches up with reality shows and calls you to tell you about them

Puts little stickers on her little healing vials to make them look friendlier… not that anyone is gonna notice

Doesn’t like to eat breakfast. Just has tea in the morning.

Symettra

Has special pads on her visor because she doesn’t like the way it sits on her face

There is a disco mode in her turrets that she will never tell a soul about

She commits to bits to get you out of trouble without even knowing the full scope of the situation.

Sombra

Sweater thief, but in the worst possible times. If she forgets hers on a mission, she takes yours and dips

Likes those little strawberry grandma candies

As good of a hacker she is, she is absolutely terrible at 1v1 combat games. Mortal Kombat, Smash, Jump Force, you name it. She isn’t winning.

Sojourn

Phone is set to military hours. You never ask her for the time

Does not nap

Makes jokes about her legs. When you compliment her she knocks on the metal and goes “Quads of steel”. She thinks it’s the funniest bit in the world

*bonus* she may be rough around the edges but she is the loudest laugher at a comedy show

[cilil]

The Valar during meetings

ଘ Manwë

Can't get up to too many shenanigans since he's the king and has to preside over meetings

Tries to always listen attentively and with a kind smile when others are talking

Sitting next to him can be slightly hazardous due to agitated wing flapping in tough situations and the fact that the he in general is known to make a lot of wind. Complicated hairstyles are not recommended in his proximity

✧ Varda

Overall does the same as Manwë. She prefers to at least outwardly exhibit the grace and calmness befitting of a queen

However, she has been known to sometimes roast people out of nowhere and has strong opinions deep down

Makes sure to dim her light so attendance doesn't require sunglasses for all parties

࿔ Ulmo

When not absent for once, he's infamous for getting every surface and object he comes in contact with wet. Caution wet floor!

Has been known to spend a lot of time staring dreamily at Manwë

Likes to defend the Children, will never defend Melkor

⚒ Aulë

Reluctantly leaves his hammer and tools at home, doesn't like sitting idle for too long. Would totally be late and forget about meetings if not for Yavanna

Hides gemstones in his pockets that he can admire and play with during meetings

Also likes bringing gifts for his fellow Valar, all self-made of course

☘ Yavanna

Has strong opinions and voices them. Never bored during meetings, there's always something on her agenda

Uses the opportunity to check on the Trees/laments their death after their destruction and curses Melkor's name

Loves seeing her fellow Valier and chatting with everyone in general

❀ Vána

Finds herself incapable of not making flowers sprout everywhere she goes, but the others assure her it's fine

Braids flowers into other people's hair when she gets bored

Tries to lighten the mood together with Nessa

♘ Oromë

Still slightly salty that horses aren't allowed in the Ring of Doom

Prefers action over long talks and volunteers for any sort of scouting, hunting or fighting mission

Checks and repairs his hunting equipment or plays with his trophies when he gets bored

𖦹 Nessa

Unable to sit still for extended periods of time. Has been known to start dancing on her seat or around the Ring of Doom

Occasionally uses Tulkas or Oromë as a prop for acrobatics

Best friends with Vána and always super excited to see her. Sometimes they dance together instead of participating in "boring" debates

✺ Tulkas

Wants to fight stuff all the time and openly says so. Can occasionally get loud and belligerent, especially when Melkor is involved

Is not taken too seriously by most others since it's common knowledge that he isn't exactly the brightest

Also happily volunteers when it comes to taking action, enjoys hanging out with Oromë

☯ Námo

Silently judges everything and everyone. Isn't allowed to share his knowledge of the future unless prompted by Manwë

Can occasionally not help himself and makes little comments in-between. These can range from standard acknowledgement of what people have said to mildly confusing to dropping a bomb

Remembers everything

୨୧ Vairë

Needs to keep her hands occupied. Can usually be seen knitting, crocheting, embroidering, whatever she feels like that day

Otherwise fairly calm and quiet, usually just listens

Provides pillows and blankets for everyone's comfort as well as deliberately ugly sweaters

☾ Irmo

Usually sleeps on someone's lap, mostly Estë's or Námo's

Can get a little whiny when woken up during nap time, which will also invoke his siblings' wrath. The others have given up on scolding him and just let him be

Easily distracted when awake and often daydreaming. However, when his opinion is needed or he has an issue to address, he will reliably do so

ꨄ︎ Estë

Enjoys holding her fluffy little emotional support Irmo. May also be sleepy during the day since that's her designated nap time, sometimes sleeps alongside him

Occasionally voices concerns about the health and safety of affected parties, otherwise content to just quietly cuddle

Always happy to meet her family and check up on everyone

♥︎ Nienna

Has been known to cry a lot which intensifies the wet floor issues caused by Ulmo

Nevertheless very calm, collected and articulate, provides wisdom and immediately rushes to comfort everyone who needs it

Will without fail defend everyone and make sure they all have a voice and someone speaking on their behalf. Firmly believes in healing and redemption and doesn't care if others think she's crazy

⛧ Melkor

Permanently banned from participating

Suits him just fine as he hates sitting still and listening to others for too long

If he was ever invited he was trolling everyone all the time and being the biggest contrarian just because he can

[bisheepart]

Not So Alone AU Incorrect Quotes

AU Name Suggestion By: @bumblebeesbah

Basically the friendship AU

Evan: You guys believe me?

Gregory: Aside from Cassie, you're the last good person on this planet. I'd believe cartoon birds did your hair this morning.

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Cassie: I have an idea on how we can make Michael stop bullying Evan.

Gregory, holding the Fazer Blaster: Me too.

Cassie: Wh- NO! That's not an idea, Gregory!

(I do like Michael but honestly he deserves this)

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Gregory: Self-care is actually getting into fights with randoms in dark alleys.

Elizabeth: No, self-care is stuff like taking a bubble bath, or putting on a lot of makeup if you like it, or taking a nice warm nap!

Cassidy, gradually getting angrier: Self-care is the burning heat when rage washes over you. Self-care is when you feel the bones crack under your powerful fists. Self-care is the fear in your enemies' eyes.

Tony: Self-care is stealing someone else's birthday cake just to eat the frosting.

Cassidy: If you touch my birthday cake, I'll make you eat your hands!

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Evan: I think I did well on the test.

Elizabeth: I forgot we were taking a test...

Evan: Lizzie...

Elizabeth: I said the vertebrae was the back stick because I thought it was funny.

Evan: Lizzie.

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Cassidy: When's the last time you slept?

Evan: Uh... a few days ago, I think.

Gregory: A few- how many?!

Evan: Uh... *starts counting on fingers* I need more fingers...

Cassie: What you need is sleep!

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Gregory: If I had a face like yours, I'd put it on a wall and throw a brick at it.

Michael: Listen, you little brat. If I had a face like YOURS, I'd put it on a brick and throw a wall at it.

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Elizabeth: I like wearing oversized sweaters. Not just because they're extremely comfy, cuddly and they make me look extremely cute, but because whenever the sleeves are really big, I get to flop them around and smack people.

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Cassidy: In my defense, I was left unsupervised.

Evan: Wasn't Elizabeth with you?

Elizabeth: In my defense, I was also left unsupervised.

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Gregory: Beat three eggs?

Ellis: It means in hand-to-hand combat.

Gregory: ooooh-

Tony: Both of you need to get out of the kitchen.

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Gregory: I need Cassidy there. I need someone to glance at when Michael inevitably annoys me. And then she'll know to pelt him with a water balloon.

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Evan: Jail's no fun, I'll tell you that.

Tony: Oh, you've been?

Evan: Once, in monopoly

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Cassie: This is a mistake!

Elizabeth, enthusiastic: A mistake we're going to laugh at one day!

Cassie: But not today...

Elizabeth, still enthusiastic: Oh no, today's going to be a mess.

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Cassie: She was poetry, but he couldn't read.

Gregory: His name's Jared, age nineteen

Cassidy: When his parents build a very strange machine!

Elizabeth: Watch that scene, dig in the dancing queen!

Ellis: Aayyyy Macarena!

Tony: Horrible job, everyone.

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Cassie: I mean, small animals are way more vicious. It’s because their anger has way less space to be bottled up in.

Tony: That's ridiculous, give me one example of this.

Elizabeth: Spiders.

Evan: Wasps.

Ellis: Chichichaus.

Cassidy; Gregory.

Gregory: HEY!

(He's canonically the smallest in his class, and he fits in baby carriages)

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Evan: In your opinion, what's the height of stupidity?

Gregory, to Michael: How tall are you?

[oonajaeadira]

im trying to not with that outfit but I can't

a cardigan, a high hip cut cardigan at that, is an accent piece, not the whole top, am I appreciating the low cut of the undershirt? yes, but I cannot with the rest of it.

THAT CARDIGAN IS TOO SMALL AND IT IS SUFFERING THE MAN IS TOO BROAD

the pants are... fine?... I certainly think he looks better with more form fitting pant legs, his silhouette is very boxy. not like, Max in WW84 boxy but it feels close to me.

so i think, with the right top the pants would be salvageable, the cardigan... undo the bottom two buttons, a nice dark undershirt, and form fitting pants, I'd still have questions, but they'd prob be fewer

I'm gonna apologize for the old lady I will some day become because if I'm sitting on my porch and someone walks by wearing that? I can just hear my cranky old self. "This world's goin' to shit."

WARNING: Do not read more. Adira's gonna go flip some tables.

Transcript: Begin rant.

Listen. I woke up to that monstrosity and had to go to an online meeting and engage for two hours on very little sleep. I went and took a nap and I'm still fkn cranky about it.

No. You know what? I'm REALLY fkn cranky about it. Like, it feels like a personal attack.

I also need to apologize to everyone who has felt this way over Fabio's choices lately. I feel your pain. But I actually love his style and that he keeps our boy comfy and whimsical and up to date (because, let's face it, left to his own devices, Pedro is a teenage boy). I mean, I didn't exactly love the pants for the wine event, but let's not get into that. I got over those. Because you know what? Pedro looks good in everything.

Or so I thought until this morning.

When I woke up from my nap I actually groaned. Not because my back fkn sucks but because I knew this outfit was still out there. That it had happened. That someone whose job it is to dress people found the most beautiful man on earth and did that to him.

How do you pick four colors and not have any of them compliment each other???? And then pick four BLOCK colors, no patterns, but all different fabric textures? And then choose a sweater that's made from something so shiny and synthetic that I can hear it creaking every time it stretches over his shoulders? Like, that's the kind of shit they can't sell at Kohls so they take it off the racks and put it in clothing subscription boxes and try to convince people that "it's not ugly, it's just new and hip and so fashion forward you're not used to it yet." If it caught fire it wouldn't even burn, just melt into a bubbling pool and then cool into a puddle of silly putty.

No.

*screams into a smushmallow*

You know, I'm gonna scoot past the fit of the pants and their zoot-suit pleats and their droopy cuffs and forgive them just so I can concentrate on that sweater. Don't put him in that color!!!! Boy has beautiful undertones and can wear just about anything and you picked the one fkn color that makes him look like an abomination!!!

*throws an arm over my eyes like a drama queen except really not ironically*

There are so many crimes happening here and on a not so cranky day I'd mostly just feel protective that she made him look terrible oh mah gahhhhh

But it's a cranky day. And someone that works in the fashion industry thinks it's okay to pair camel shit plastic with Heinz 57 Stray Cats. If that's what's coming of the runways these days give me two spoons and I'll remove my own damn eyeballs my own damn self--

*takes a deep sigh. tries to forget the pain. lies in an agonized heap*

Did you know edibles are legal in Minnesota now? Yeah. The dems put it on a bill with a bunch of other great stuff and the republicans in the state house didn't read it and signed it into law. It was really great. That was a good day. Legalized gummies.

I'm gonna go get some. BRB.

[serafiel-jacobs]

Christmas (FANFIC)

A new chapter from my main series <3

(Yes Christmas chapter in November, but according to Mariah Carey it's already Christmas)

Christmas Eve had finally arrived at Krat, it was a beautiful night, filled with so many stars in the sky, the streets were filled with lights and decorations, it might have been night time but there was plenty of light surrounding all of Krat, Pinocchio was fascinated by all the decorations, it was almost like a competition of who could have the prettiest house or the prettiest business store, the snow gently fell from the sky. He wanted to take a look at everything, but they had to make their way into the hotel, Pinocchio was beyond ecstatic to arrive, he was carrying two suitcases, one for the gifts he bought and the other,

“Pinocchio, we are going to stay a few nights at the hotel, from Christmas Eve to New Year’s”

Pinocchio almost jumped with joy when his father had told him about staying at Hotel Krat for a few days, it would be wonderful, he could have so much time to spend with everyone.

The hotel was almost empty, everyone was with their families that day, mostly those staying were just passing by Krat, leaving the next day for their actual destination.

Pinocchio and his father were the first to arrive at the hotel, excluding Polendina and Antonia of course, next to arrive were Venigni and Pulcinella, lastly, Eugéne arrived “I didn’t think so many people would shop for weapons on Christmas Eve” It looked like no matter the business, they all have to deal with late Christmas shoppers.

Spring was there, wearing a fluffy red sweater, decorated with white deer, the cat was sleeping on top of the shelf at the reception, she would join them after her nap.

Pinocchio and his father got settled in one of the rooms, a queen size bed for each, by the bed table, there was a small box, decorated like a tiny bed, made specially for Gemini, “You can take it home with you once you return, it’s an early gift on my part” Gemini was happy that Lady Antonia had thought of him.

Once they had settled, they went into the same room that held Pinocchio’s birthday party a few months ago, the celebration was much like his birthday, talking about what everyone had been up to, they all exchanged their respective gifts, Eugéne was specially happy about hers if it wasn’t for the cold, she definitely would have been wearing it by now. Antonia gave him a long hug, this time it was her who didn’t want to let go, Polendina gracefully thanked him for his gift, Venigni was so ecstatic about the gift, after 5 minutes of singing praises to Pinocchio, Pulcinella gave thanks to the boy as well.

An hour had passed, and everyone was talking with each other, Pinocchio was starting to feel thirsty, there were so many bottles on the table with drinks, he knew a few of them were wine since he had seen wine bottles before, he was curious about how they tasted but his father didn’t allow him to drink, besides he had been told before that if you are thirsty its best to drink water, that’s something that would actually hydrate you, Pinocchio took a bottle with a transparent liquid, he didn’t give it much thought as he poured himself and entire glass to drink, he was so thirsty that he drank it all at once, it was odd, it tasted funny, it didn’t taste like water, at that moment Geppetto had turned to look at his son and began to panic.

“Pinocchio, that’s not water that’s-“

Pinocchio felt dizzy, and in an instant, he fell onto the floor and passed out.

“…vodka” Geppetto went by his son’s side, he was fully panicking now, Venigni helped him lay his son on a couch, Geppetto had to be constantly reassured that his son would be fine, that it might have been a lot of alcohol but he had dealt with a lot worse, after giving him a check-up, he was fine, well, aside from the fact that he was completely knocked out and that he most likely would have a headache in the morning though.

It was a shame Pinocchio was so excited for Christmas, “That idiot, why didn’t he read the label?” Gemini was frustrated, if he had been by his side when it happened, he wouldn’t have let him drink that, Gemini was the one to prevent Pinocchio from being careless, but he had been left behind with the others when Pinocchio went for a drink.

“Look at the bright side Geppetto, at least after this, he will never try to touch alcohol again,” Venigni said to lighten up the mood, Geppetto felt at least a bit reassured after that. Spring took the perfect opportunity to jump and sleep on top of Pinocchio, which made everyone fully relax after that, at least the whole ordeal was somewhat amusing.

“Who knows? Maybe if he gets married, he would drink at his wedding” Pulcinella teased, he was usually quiet, but when he did, he had the same aura as Venigni when it came to it.

“Oh please dear, he doesn’t even know Sophia likes him, someone would have to hold up a sign confessing their love to him and he would still ask just to be sure” Antonia knows that sometimes, men can be clueless when it comes to romantic advances, yet with her son, it was on a completely different level, even at the hotel, everyone could tell when Sophia had fallen in love with Pinocchio, sure, it wasn’t love at first sight, but as time passes, you could just see the change in her, and you could tell that Pinocchio had no idea about it.

“Speaking of Sophia, Geppetto, I believe you owe her an apology, with all those times you kept staring at them from afar when they were both talking”

“What? No, I didn’t” Geppetto tried to deny it.

“Oh Geppetto please, we all saw it, I’m sure Miss Sophia knew and didn’t just didn’t want to say anything” Polendina spoke up this time, he was always at the counter, so he would always see Geppetto spying on them from not too far away.

“I don’t know what all of you are talking about” Geppetto kept insisting, he didn’t want to admit it.

“To be frank, Sophia did talk with me one time, she told me that she found your overprotectiveness a bit creepy” Eugéne was on it too now, there was no point denying it now, Geppetto had no choice but to admit defeat.

“Okay, maybe I did… overhear their conversations from time to time, but I was just, worried about him you know? It’s not like I was only hearing his conversations with her anyways” There was a pause, and now everyone was giving him a teasing smile, Geppetto realized what he said.

“Wait, wait, wait, no, I mean-“ Geppetto’s face was red with embarrassment.

“My friend, you have to be honest with yourself, you are pretty nosey when it comes to your son’s life, maybe less now than before, but still” Venigni was being real, Geppetto might have come a long way, and he is proud of him for that, but it was foolish of him to not realize how he could come across as, besides, it was fun to tease him like that.

“Fine, I get it, I’m father of the year” Geppetto gave out a frustrated sigh, “I still can’t believe I was acting like that, I was such an idiot”

“Yes, you were, but I’m glad you came to your senses,” Antonia said. Geppetto laughed, sometimes, you just have to be humbled about your mistakes. Antonia was happy to hear him laugh, it was a sign of a new point in his life, he was no longer torturing himself with the mistakes he made, and he was no longer sensitive enough to not take a joke about his past behavior.

“Although, Pinocchio did all did all sort of strange stuff while on his journey” Eugéne was fascinated with the things he told her, also fascinated by his creativity, the weird weapons they made together were so much fun, and it was thrilling to make what you could with escarce materials.

“When will you give us the full scoop Gemini?” Pulcinella asked he was actually quite curious, and Gemini was the only one, aside from Pinocchio, who knew everything that happened

“You have no idea how many times danger came out of nowhere, it was as if we were in a horror story!” Gemini remembers all those times that puppets or monsters came out from a corner, or that suddenly ambushed them, or the many times traps have been laid out for them.

“Well, unlike horror stories, at least we all got to live by the end” Eugéne was so glad about that, thinking about it, it was quite a miracle they all managed to survive.

They all kept talking until midnight when they decided it would be best to go to bed, Venigni helped Geppetto carry Pinocchio back to their room, and lay him on the bed, with a few protests from Spring, the cat liked to take Pinocchio as her personal bed.

Geppetto covered his son with a blanket, he didn’t want him to be cold, and everyone else went to bed as well.

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Pinocchio woke up with a headache, he tried to get up, but couldn’t, so he sat down on his bed.

“Good morning son” His father was looking at him with a smile, “how are you feeling?”

“What… what happened? My head hurts” Pinocchio was confused, he remembered the gift-giving, and that he got up to do something, but he couldn’t remember anything else.

“You accidentally drank vodka instead of water”

“Is vodka bad?”

Oh his poor son has no idea, “It’s very concentrated alcohol, it can make you very sick, you drank some and passed out”

“Wait, no, what? I missed Christmas?!” Pinocchio started to cry. Geppetto sat by his son’s side, comforting him.

“That’s what you get for not reading the labels, what if it was poison?!” Gemini shouted at him.

Pinocchio wanted to say something, but he felt the headache getting worse, now even feeling dizzy. Geppetto knew this would happen, so he helped his son go to the bathroom where he began to vomit all of the alcohol out of his system. “I’m never ever touching a bottle of alcohol again”

Looks like Venigni was right. Geppetto rubbed his son’s back and held his hair, he helped him back to the bed, Pinocchio fell asleep again, Geppetto never thought he would see his son have a hangover, he felt relief that it was just that, with that amount of alcohol he almost thought his son would get alcohol poisoning.

In the evening, Pinocchio woke up again, his father gave him plenty of water to drink, he had to stay hydrated, he was starting to feel a little better, Pinocchio no longer had a headache but he still felt too tired.

Antonia came by the room to check on Pinocchio, she stayed by his side and gave him some coffee to make him feel better, Pinocchio was still crying about missing Christmas, so she decided to cuddle him, and spoil him a bit, he was being treated like a prince. Eventually, when he felt better, they went downstairs, the others were waiting for him, they compensated for what happened yesterday by talking for hours, until it was nighttime again, and Antonia had a surprise for her son.

“Pinocchio dear, these came for you yesterday, I believe it’s best for you to read them now that you feel better” Pinocchio looked at his mother’s hand, which was filled with a stash of letters, Pinocchio read them one by one, the first one was a letter from The Red Fox and The Black Cat.

———

“Hopefully, this letter will make its way to your hands, we are sorry for not being able to be there by your side, life has been good, too good for us currently, I believe it’s all thanks to you, fate was too kind for letting us meet, and I know it will let us met again,

have a merry Christmas brother”

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“Dear friend, I cannot thank you enough for saving my life and giving me comfort in what became of my partner, I’ve gone back to my regular soldier duties, and hope I can protect others the way you protected Krat”

From: Belle

———

“My friend, you have saved me, in more ways than one, I’m out there, finally living my life; I have to hide my appearance, but I am finally free now, thank you, for everything.

From: 826

PS: Still looking for an actual name!

———

“Pinocchio, I must thank you for all you have done for me, I am no longer a rookie explorer, I am a real explorer, and you inspired me to become the best, I hope our paths may cross again.

From: Hugo

———-

“I’m still here, alive and well, don’t let those rumors trick you, and don’t be so stupid trusting others like me next time, take care boy”

From: Not Alidoro

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“Pinocchio, I must thank you for saving me, and for telling me what became of my love, after much time mourning, I have found love again, she isn’t a puppet this time, but I will never forget my first wife, and I owe the new life I’m living to you, have a merry Christmas.

From: Julian

———-

“Dear Pinocchio, that feels good to write, I’m glad I have learned your name, I thank you for saving me while at the Cathedral, I believe that you are an angel that God sent to save us all, and you succeeded, maybe the lord bless you, and your loved ones in all your endeavors”

From: Cecile

———

“Merry Christmas, hope to meet you again”

From: Giangio

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Pinocchio felt an intense wave of relief, knowing that those he encountered on his quest were safe, although for some reason he felt a bit of unease reading Giangio’s letter, but he figured that perhaps he was just still feeling a bit ill, Giangio was a good guy after all, he was always so kind towards him.

The next few days, he spent by his family’s side, until finally, it was time for the New Year.

[fluffytriceratops]

𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 - 𝐚. 𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚 [chapter three]

chapter three: "𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜, 𝚖𝚛. 𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊."

notes: i too really want to take a fat nap with kuroo. 😭👌💕

chapter two: "bootymeat."

chapter four: "i want some lettuce."

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Saturday, 2:13 pm.

y/n

hey bo, does your practice

still start at 3 today?

Saturday, 2:26 pm.

tetsu

lmao- i think it does.

y/n

i can't believe he ignored me ehu– 😭

queen keiji

he's probably just distracted

why'd you want to know?

tetsu

ik how rude

y/n

i wanted to see him play today! i just finished my homework and thought it'd be fun.

tetsu

finished or gave up on? 😏

y/n

shush.

kendoll

do you really want to see him play or is this about seeing if atsumu is the guy you groped?

y/n

...

can it not be both?

tetsu

it's totally the latter. tho i must admit, i'm curious too.

queen keiji

same here. did you need a ride, y/n?

y/n

don't team up on me! and if you're offering, yes, i'd love that.

queen keiji

if you're ready we can leave in five. unlike you i actually finished my homework.

y/n

low blow keiji, low blow. but yeah im good to go.

wait, are you home rn? i thought it was just me?

queen keiji

ive been here the whole time...

y/n

you have? wait where is everyone rn?

tetsu

kenma and i went out for food. and kei is out with family.

y/n

WHAT!? WITHOUT ME?? RUDE!!!

kendoll

the second we walked into your room to ask if you wanted to come you threw your stuffed animals at us and told us to get out.

y/n

i was trying to study and you guys always distract me!

tetsu

she has a point.

queen keiji

well if you're ready y/n, we should go.

y/n

okie, im coming

if you have leftovers i will forever love you guys

kenma

we'll bring you back something tasty

y/n

ahh thankies!! 😊  

━  

Y/n slid off her bed, bare feet hitting the cold hard wood floor. She scrunched her nose and moved towards her sock drawer. She pulled on the thickest pair of knee highs she could find, grabbed a scrunchie so she could tie her hair up and walked out her room.

Akaashi was waiting for her in the living room by the door. When Y/n entered, she was holding her phone between her cheek and her shoulder as she tied her hair up into a unkempt bun. "I thought you said you were ready?" Keiji said, slipping his own phone away as he glanced her over. Y/n pouted, "I am." She took her phone and shoved it into the pocket of the hoodie she was wearing. Why she didn't just do that in the first place, she didn't know. That's what happens when you work with half a brain cell.

Akaashi arched a brow. Y/n was in nothing but her pajamas. She wore an black t-shirt that said "sorry I'm late, I didn't want to come", followed by a pair of sweats he was sure belonged to Bokuto. Lastly she wore a sweater he knew to be Kuroo's, she had it unzipped at the moment, but he knew it wouldn't be long till she zipped it up. Y/n was always complaining about being cold.

Y/n's face burned at the sight of him looking her over and she crossed her arms over her chest subconsciously. "Don't look at me like that! I'm comfy!" Akaashi chuckled to himself lightly and shrugged his shoulders. He didn't say anything else as he opened the door of their house and went outside. Y/n pouted to herself as she shoved her feet into her outdoor slippers and followed after him sluggishly. "Meanie." She mumbled as she opened up the passenger side door and hopped inside.

"Baby." He teased, sticking the keys into the ignition and waiting for her to be buckled in before backing out of the driveway.

"It's too cold to dress up, besides we're just going to see Bo's practice so it's not like I have to look good or anything." She reasoned, leaning back in her seat, face inches away from the window to allow her breath to fog up the glass. She drew a little smiley face with her finger, her own lips quirking up.

"I thought you were going to see if the guy you hit on was Atsumu?" Keiji stopped at a red light and peeked over towards her, shaking his head in mild amusement at her antics. Y/n blushed and shot him a look, "I didn't hit on him, I just hit him, accidentally." She didn't miss the light roll of his eyes and she stuck her tongue out at him childishly. "And I was- am? I don't need to dress up for some guy."

Keiji smiled, "No, you don't." And they left it at that. The rest of the drive was relatively silent. They didn't live far from the university, so it didn't take long for them to get there. It was cloudy outside, with a chance of (meatballs) some light rain. Y/n didn't mind such weather, she had always liked the rain.

Once they were inside the building, Y/n stood beside Akaashi as they looked towards the court. Practice should be starting soon and most of the teammates were already here warming up. The h/c haired female spotted Bokuto almost immediately and rose her hand in a wave to try and catch his attention. It didn't take long for Bo to spot them and he grinned nearly as wide as Cheshire cat. Returning the wave vigorously.

"Come, let's go find a seat." Akaashi said, placing a hand on her shoulder and guiding her towards the benches.

Once they had taken their seats, practice had basically begun. Y/n's eyes roamed the room to see if she recognized any of the other players. Leaning close to Akaashi, she whispered, "So which one is Atsumu?"

Keiji started looking for him, humming to himself softly. "I don't see him. I don't think he's here yet. Practice technically doesn't start for another ten minutes, so I'm sure he's just taking his time or got distracted by something."

Y/n nodded in understanding. The male from before wasn't here either, which meant that it was a good chance it could be this Atsumu guy. She began to feel nervous. What exactly was she looking for here? Another chance to embarrass herself? It wasn't like she was planning on asking him out or anything. She was just curious to know who he was. Unfortunately, Y/n had always been too curious for her own good.

Her knee started to bounce anxiously. Akaashi glanced down at it, noticing she was starting to fidget. This normally meant Y/n was in her head too much. She tended to overthink and stress over nothing. He had known her since high school, it was something he had managed to pick up over time. He placed his hand upon her knee and gave it a reassuring pat. Y/n blinked out of her thoughts and peeked up at him. Offering the dark haired male a thankful smile. Keiji sent her a small one in return. "Try not to think about it too much, just focus on Bo's playing. You know he'll want to talk to you about it afterwards."

Y/n nodded in agreement and turned her gaze onto the court. As if by some miracle, her phone dinged with a text notification. The perfect distraction.  

━

kurooo

hey, you guys there yet?

is atsumu the one??  

y/n

yeah we're here

and idk, he isn't here yet.

probs on his way tho-  

kurooo

ahh

kenma brought you back a slice of pie

and i have some leftover onigiri if you want it?  

y/n

ooh yummy!

yes please!!

thank you~! 🥰🥰

wait- are you guys back now?  

kurooo

you're welcome!! 😋

and yeah, we just got here a few mins ago  

y/n

we could have wait for you if you wanted to come  

kurooo

ye- but kenma wanted to play video games

and honestly i didn't even think about that lmao  

y/n

oh lmao

well it's not too late, you could always drive by yourself?  

kurooo

true

but i'm so full-- i could really use a nap  

y/n

LOL

well you certainly deserve it you do work really hard, tetsu ^^ i'm sure bo wont mind, as long as you come see him play sometime soon, or buy him some meat, he'll forgive ya haha  

kurooo

stop.

you're gonna make me blush

and yeah, i'll probably just go another time and buy him something to eat afterwards  

y/n

but it's true!! you do work really hard!

and okie, i'll let him know so he's not too dissapointed  

kurooo

haha thanks.

and okay- let me know how it goes!

i wanna know if tsumu is the one. 🤗  

y/n

lol otay, i will

have a good nap~  

kurooo

the very many thank yous.

tell akaashi i said hi.  

y/n

i will!

night tetsu~~ 😊  

kurooo

i mean, it's not night but-

night y/n~~ 😊  

━  

Y/n looked up from her phone towards Akaashi. "Kuroo says hi."

Keiji turned his gaze away from his phone, "Is that who you were texting?" She nodded, folding her hands in her lap. "Yeah, he wanted to know what was going on. I told him nothing happened yet. He and Kenma just got back."

Akaashi nodded, "They probably could have come if they wanted. I wouldn't mind waiting for them."

"That's what I said! But Kenma wanted to play video games and Tetsu's taking a fat nap. He'll be out for a while I'm sure."

"Sorry I'm late! Ran into a little trouble on the way here."

"Oh, Atsumu's here."

Y/n turned towards the voice, eyes widening a fraction at the guy who walked in. He looked extremely familiar. Probably because she had at least one class with him and he was the one she slapped. Gasping quietly to herself, Y/n grabbed Akaashi's arm to gain his attention. Not really noticing that she already had it. "That's him! He's the guy I hit!"

As if he had known they were talking about him, Atsumu suddenly looked over towards them. His eyes locked with Y/n's and a sultry smirk crawled onto his lips. She could feel heat rise to her cheeks, and she found herself being unable to tear her gaze away. What was with this guy!? It felt like he could knock the air out of her by looking at her alone. Her grip on Akaashi's arm tightened unintentionally.

It was a mistake coming here, wasn't it?

Oh what she'd give to be napping with Kuroo right about now.

[selincakar-archive]

❝ a bitten tongue and gritted teeth, midnight underwear dance parties, cropped cardigans, worn jeans, late night bonfires, the ashes of a forgotten cigarette, stolen sweaters with too long sleeves, taper candles stuck into teacups, baggy tees, abandoned mugs of coffee, tragic romance movies, aggressively making tea, nap marathons, bergamot scented anything, a purse full of dr. pepper and chocolate candy

BIOGRAPHY | CONNECTIONS | PINTEREST

NAME: Selin (SAY-lihn) Tülay Çakar

PREFERRED NAME/NICKNAME(S): Sey

AGE: Thirty-three

BIRTHDAY: June 21st, 1989

ZODIAC: Cancer sun, Capricorn moon, Sagittarius rising

RESIDENTIAL AREA: Bighorn Hills

OCCUPATION: Owner of Harp Antiques

LENGTH OF TIME IN PROVIDENCE: 33 years, minus a few spent in Seattle and Boston

basics.

BIRTHPLACE: Providence Peak, Colorado

HOMETOWN: Providence Peak, Colorado

GENDER IDENTIFICATION: Cis Woman (she/her)

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual, Biromantic

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Divorced and currently single

POSITIVE TRAITS: Protective, sentimental, hospitable, thoughtful, tenacious

NEGATIVE TRAITS: Reticent, moody, impressionable, provoking, melancholic

family.

MOTHER: Afet Çakar

FATHER: Selim Çakar

SIBLINGS: Two older brothers, one younger sister (all WC’s)

OTHER: two cats, Danny and Dawson

tldr (but still long af, actually).

TW: chronic illness, infidelity, death

Born and raised in Providence Peak, Selin comes from a tight knit (if not somewhat overbearing) family. Her grandfather started a sporting goods store that her father later sold, turning a tidy profit in the process. Despite the influx in money, though, their family remained humble and always lived well below their means. 

Sey was always a bit of a curious, wandering child-- more prone to being found in a dark, dusty corner of the local library or out on one of the many trails than she was at home in her room. That all came to an abrupt end when she was fifteen.

While out with a few friends on a run of the mill hike she started to feel off and, before any of them fully realized what was happening, she lost consciousness. For a little over twenty-four hours she was in a hypoglycemic coma and ultimately ended up being diagnosed with type one diabetes. 

The entire ordeal wreaked havoc on her parents, and they became a little too concerned, a little too involved in her life from there on out. Even though Sey knew it came from a good place, their constant doubt in her ability to take care of herself and micromanaging began to feel like an invisible cage. 

At age twenty-three her boyfriend proposed, despite having only been together for about eight months, and, in a desperate bid for independence and separation, she said yes. It wasn’t long before they were wed and then she was off– following him first to Seattle during his surgical internship, and then to Mass Gen in Boston for his residency. 

Long story short? Their marriage was paper thin and in no time she realized she’d made a mistake. Still, she stubbornly stayed, only returning home to Colorado after his affair with a co-worker was revealed.

Upon returning she started working at the local antique store where she’d gotten her first job back in high school. When Weldon Harp, the cantankerous owner, passed away not long after she was shocked to learn he’d left her the store (and a few acres of land) in his will. 

headcanons.

is the proud cat mom of two rescues, danny and dawson, who she named after the romantic leads in her two favorite movies.

refuses to acknowledge what it might say about her that both characters in both movies tragically died.

despite having owned the property she inherited from weldon harp for several years now she's made no move to build on it. instead, sey lives in the eccentric little carriage/cabin hybrid situation that's been there from the start.

is the queen of "it's okay" and "i'm fine" even when (or especially when) it is absolutely and most definitely not.

mutters "what the fuck" under her breath at least 36 times a day and "my boobs are too pretty for this shit" might at well be her catchphrase.

these days she uses an omnipod (wireless insulin pump) affectionately nicknamed sue ellen. in case you were wondering, she’s also named her glucose monitor dex. whenever one of them decides to yell at her sey is 1000% known to yell back. 

always keeps a chocolate candy bar and can of regular soda on her in case her sugar gets too low. ice cream is her weakness, though, and she probably indulges in it more often than she should. 

has never once in her life invited someone into her place without offering them tea. or tequila. dealer's choice.

believes in her heart that half a pot of coffee and two cigarettes should be considered a balanced breakfast, but faithfully eats a veggie loaded omelet or some plain greek yogurt with blackberries every morning because she’s a good girl. 

her wardrobe ranges from band groupie to suburban dad to pastel princess and nothing in between.

similarly, her dance moves also range from white dad at a bbq to a stripper whose rent is due next week.

soft, sensitive, and easily hurt but will keep laughing and never show it

rarely saves numbers in her phone but in the event that she does keep a contact it's always under a nickname or funny descriptive

selin is, in fact, obnoxiously loyal and protective of those she cares about. she always has a smile and a minite (or ten) to talk with anyone she meets, but you know you've made it in her books when that smile takes on a decidedly asshole-ish vibe