#nycole writes

[nycolewrites]

pairing: zukka | chapters: 1/2

word count: 7.4k | for @zukkaweek prompt: second chances

She laughs at his antics as she says, “Ready to go?”

Zuko thinks about snowdrifts, penguin sledding, and bonfires. About strong arms, whispered secrets in the middle of the ocean, and deep blue eyes that sit on a handsome, freckled face. Something in him pulls, it both aches and comforts him, and he knows this is something that’s long overdue. He ignores the part of his brain that tells him he isn’t wanted, despite Chief Hakoda’s words. When Katara raises an eyebrow at his pause, he forces himself to relax and plasters a smile on his face.

“Absolutely,” he breathes out.

or: sokka is taking over for his father as chief. in a last ditch effort to get their heads out of their asses, katara & hakoda have convinced zuko to come down for his swearing in. they didn’t account for sokka and zuko’s absolute stupidity.

for: @grossgirl

[that-was-anticlimactic]

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

tagged by @zukkaoru ilyyyy <333

Falling in love was never part of the plan. (will you pray for me when i'm gone?)

Never in his life did Dazai think he'd ever own a tractor, but here he was, seriously considering stealing one. (how to (legally?) obtain a tractor in one week)

When Hitoshi walked into the 1-A dorm common room, he was met with eighteen eerily happy smiles. (we're gonna bury the body)

The cold wind tousled Chuuya’s hair as they walked through Yokohama’s streets. (if i loved you like i'm capable of)

Kenji wasn’t a baby. (candles won't glow until they're burned)

H.P. Lovecraft was an enigma of a fellow. (karl will slam whatever he wants)

When he was younger, Tachihara desperately wanted to be like his older brother. (the name of someone i no longer know)

From the moment Ranpo first laid eyes on Naomi, he knew she wasn’t real. (take me where my soul can run)

Everything hurt. (before the falling and decay)

When Fukuzawa told everyone the ability-user who moved literal mountains would be joining the agency, Kunikida was… a bit on edge. (sun comes streaming through the window (& i can't sleep anymore))

i suppose that the pattern is that my first lines are typically short, haha! i also SUCK at first lines, so there's that too lol or like... my first lines tend to like... idk like set up everything??? but like... idk how i'm trying to say this.... i use the word "when" a lot lol

imma tag (with no obligation!), @itadorifushi & @backhurtyy <333

[chenfleur]

ΒLUΣ MΩΩΠ ☾

5.4 ☾ — i like him a lot as a person

volleyball player!haechan x dancer!oc

summary. - in honour of the blue moon this year, the student parliament decided to hold a blue moon gala for the school. along with that, they created an activity. you pay $1.50 for either a lock or key. each lock and key have a pair with the opposite pendant (you would know if they were your partner if the key can unlock the lock). the person you pair with is your partner for the gala. mina thinks it’s fucking stupid. donghyuck, well—he’s always looking for some excitement in his life—but deep down he just wants someone who doesn’t like him for just his reputation.

taglist. - @oc-helps @philanarose @softrenjunnie @ourbeautifulaffair @luvdroids @lokideadontheinside @nycol-ie @02jwi @tyongf-sunflower99 @resceluwu @haknyeonsju @grassbutneo @prdshobi @sunflower-ness @see3milyblog @daegalfangirl @xtra-cheese @r3niun @yuthereal-mp4 @scoups-of-sugar @y3jiishot @beomslonghair @constantinopleo @miercerise @youngestdelacour @dandelionxgal @thesunsfullmoon @tw-hyuck @cupid-yuno @your-local-emo-boy @jkjkseo @lovecherrytion @hibernatinghamster @riceballsandanime @tamakofever @juune04​ @sol123recs​ @faefullsun @shineoko @tojisgrossworm @vapingcandy @sehunniepot @jisnoir @polarisjisung @shxnz @rocarecs @calumsmut @rosabella1009 @sundamariis // send an ask if you’d like to be tagged/removed from taglist!

a/n. - can mina and hyuck figure their shit out i want to go back to writing crack

𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔. | 𝒏𝑒𝒙𝒕.

𝑏𝒍𝒖𝑒 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒎.𝒍𝑖𝒔𝒕

[aromanticmara]

*gives you your favorite kind of potato* 💌 <3

omg potato!! r u samwise gamgee nycole 🤔

but your writing is soooo! omg i am super bad with descriptor words and use the same ones over and over again! but i hope you know i love ur writing. i’m also never signed in on ao3 so i will go reread ur fics AND give kudos rn >:)

[marriedzukka]

how about 🗣️ for the ask game <3 (i hope you’re having a good day, bestie)

hi nycole beloved<3 im having...a day lol idk. it's okay i guess, but i hope your day is better!!

🗣️Talk about your favourite WIP

hmmmmm i mean as long as im writing retgmt that's always my #1 lol. And I've got a couple of one-shots planned for when the main thing is done and those are fun to work on too, even the angsty one (it's more hurt/comfort but. whew)

ive also been slowly working on the second part of alley cat blues quite a bit, and that's a fun one to think about :)

[uzumaki-rebellion]

Shae Nycole gotta linedance bop right here. Been using it as my writing revision music today for a few chapters.

[the-sky-queen]

Woo hoo, I got tagged! Let's do this! (Writing this on Sunday, posting on Monday)

Last Song: Error (JubyPhonic Piano version)

Currently Watching: The Stanley Parable Ultra Deluxe

Three Ships: Shadouge, Sonamy, Mightrip

Favorite Color: YES, AMES IS RIGHT. THAT EXACT SHADE OF PURPLE.

Currently Consuming: I got to try GF pizza bites for the first time a few hours ago!

First Ship: I think it was Nycole (Nya and Cole from Ninjago)

Relationship status: single

Last Movie: I think it was Tron Legacy?

Currently working on: New AU with Lily, new Tachophobia AU spinoff with Lily, new chapter of the Darkspine Djinn AU, and editing chapter 3 of Super Naturals. (And trying to do Ascendence as well.)

And I'll my mutuals who haven't been tagged yet! You guys don't have to do this if you don't want. @boom-fanfic-a-latta @cattyanon @estellardreams @punkinspice @whotfletamothhyperfx

I was tagged by Fern (thank you bestie) but I decided to answer on this blog instead of my main

Rules: Answer these and tag 9 people you’d like to get to know better.

Last Song: Animal I've become by Three Days Grace

Currently Watching: Nothing

Three ships: Idk skip

Favourite colour: THIS BEAUTY

Currently consuming: I just finished a green apple

First ship: Umm... I'm not sure... Maybe Sonamy?

Relationship status: Single

Last movie: I think it was ELF

Currently working on: Two fanfic projects, two original projects and of course, the regular life stuff

Tagging (If you want, no pressure) @totaleclipse573 @supersonicslacker @mika-the-shadowbeast @the-sky-queen @mama-qwerty and if anyone else wants to do, you can say I tagged you <3

[zukkaoru]

♕: Holding hands + itafushi 🤍

hello nycole!! here is some itafushi for you <3 this takes place sometime post-death painting arc and pre-shibuya

word count: 650

( prompt list )

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Itadori groans, dropping his head onto Megumi’s shoulder. “How long is she going to take?”

“It’s Kugisaki,” Megumi points out. “If you wanted a quick shopping trip, we should have come without her.”

Itadori looks up at him. “And risk her killing us as soon as we got back? Are you crazy?”

Megumi rolls his eyes. “It hasn’t even been that long.”

“It’s been hours.”

“It’s been twenty minutes at most.”

Itadori groans again, burying his face in his hands. “I can’t do it anymore, Fushi. I’m gonna lose my mind.”

“Okay.” Megumi looks back down at his phone. He knows Itadori just has to do this sometimes - complain just a little too over dramatically about something that doesn’t really matter - and then he’ll pretend to sulk for a bit, and then he’ll be fine.

“You’re so mean, Fushi.” Megumi can hear the pout in Itadori’s voice.

“Okay,” he repeats.

Itadori huffs. He leans closer, pressing right up against Megumi and Megumi pretends it doesn’t make his heart stutter in his chest. “What are you even doing?”

Megumi turns his phone off. Not because he has anything to hide but because what he’s been doing is refreshing Twitter every two seconds and desperately hoping for new tweets to appear because he caught up with all the old ones, and Itadori does not need to know that.

He looks over at Itadori. “Do you want something? Other than attention, I mean.”

Itadori pouts, but Megumi can tell it’s over exaggerated and Itadori isn’t really upset. Megumi raises an eyebrow, hoping that will prompt Itadori to give him an actual answer.

“We should get Starbucks.”

“Why?”

“Can you think of anything better to do?”

Itadori has a point.

“Fine.” Megumi shrugs. “I’ll text Kugisaki and tell her what we’re doing so she can find us if she finishes.”

“Yes!” Itadori jumps to his feet. “C’mon, c’mon, let’s go!” As soon as Megumi has sent the text to Kugisaki and put his phone away, Itadori is grabbing his hand and pulling him to his feet. “What are you gonna get? What should I get? Maybe something with caramel? Or chocolate? Oh! Or both?”

Itadori continues to talk to himself, debating the pros and cons of different drinks, but Megumi’s ears might as well be stuffed with cotton. Because they are walking to the mall Starbucks and Itadori has not let go of his hand yet. If anything, his grip has tightened, like he’s scared he’ll lose Megumi if he lets go.

Megumi trails a step behind him, his gaze continually drifting back down to their hands, reassuring himself that he isn’t making it up.

Not that it matters. Itadori is just a touchy-feely person sometimes, and this doesn’t mean anything.

But—

Megumi shakes his head to clear his thoughts. It doesn’t mean anything that Itadori hasn’t let go of his hand, and it doesn’t mean anything that Megumi doesn’t want him to let go. It doesn’t mean anything that Megumi likes the contact and it doesn’t mean anything that Megumi would like it if this weren’t just a one-time thing. It doesn’t mean anything.

It doesn’t mean anything when Itadori glances back at him with a soft smile on his face, and it doesn’t mean anything that Megumi feels himself unconsciously smile back. It doesn’t mean that Itadori squeezes his hand before turning forward and picking up his pace, and it doesn’t mean anything that Megumi stumbles after him, the image of his smile still lingering at the forefront of his mind.

It doesn’t mean anything when Itadori only drops Megumi’s hand when he has to pay for his drink and it doesn’t mean anything when Itadori stands just a bit too close to Megumi while they wait for their drinks. Shoulders brushing, fingers knocking against each other, warmth seeping into Megumi at every point of contact.

It doesn’t mean anything.

It can’t.

[headaching]

hello, beck, ami. number 24 for the writing thingy :)

24. “come into the water” by mitski

Sokka is fully crying with his tears slipping into the water. He painstakingly stands, ignoring the protest from his ankle, until his upper body is exposed from the lake.

Zuko’s arms reach outward, but he doesn’t step closer, only begs a silent, questioning, Sokka? with his eyes.

Through ragged breath, Sokka instructs, “Come into the water,” and holds his own hands out for Zuko. “Touch me, Zuko. Please.”

Or, Zuko gives Sokka the strength to let go.

[zukkas]

seems that all i was doing was waiting for love

(ft. @shorthairzuko)

chapter 4: new york

It’s Valentine’s Day again, and it’s the second year in a row they won’t be spending it together. Last year, it was because they were both too caught up with their degrees (and, well, as much as Sokka would like to, it’s not like they’re dating or anything, so there was no reason to meet up for Valentine’s Day specifically anyway). This year, it’s because Zuko has a date.

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[professor-rhys]

My David Foster Wallace lecture is in full swing, the large auditorium filled with varying degrees of waning attention. Even I'm growing bored with what I'm saying, a part of me wanting to pull the fire alarm on the nearby wall to clear the building. Whatever I'm saying is automatic, and I scan the room as I speak. It's the usual lot of college students, every year the same with just a variation in the beautiful girls that line the front row like cheerleaders. They don't give a fuck about Wallace, barely able to speak a complete sentence, let alone write one for that matter. But they're here, hanging on to my every word as if it were oxygen.

I know why they're here and not in Drummond's class. Enough girls have lingered behind after class, tits pushed up and jeans skin tight, as if their desperation will lead to me bending them over my desk for a hard fucking. The temptation has been there, but I'm not a fool. I worked hard to get where I am, my past a hurdle that almost sent me down an entirely different path. So, the temporary satisfaction in 20-something pussy just doesn't scratch the itch for me. But, fuck, has it been a while.

I scan the room, my gaze stalling on a particular student sandwiched between a large group of lacrosse players. They ignore her almost as much as she does them, and much to my chagrin, boredom is written all over her face. I see a satisfying flash of panic as I stop and call out to her, asking for her input on my lecture. I remember her name immediately.

Nycole Matchen.

You were the one that sent me an email about your grade. My jaw ticks in irritation at the memory of you asking to know why I graded your paper the way I did. I had to read it again to refresh myself and I realized that, while your paper was astronomically better than anyone else in my classes, the gall of asking me to explain my reasoning was enough for me to respond as I did.

You seem to shed any trepidation to my inquiry and launch into a speech that immediately makes my nails bite into my palm. You mention John Green and I have to stop myself from rolling my eyes. As if a movie deal is the end result of anything put to paper. But the generational difference between us almost slaps me in the face at the realization that you're right. It doesn't matter how incredible the author is or the printed words, it's the impact it has on people. Books will always be loved, but nothing beats the adaption to film. Why read about Captain America in a comic when you can see him on the big screen?

I zoned out just long enough for you to conclude your little speech and the spatter of muted laughter across the hall has me glaring in your direction.

"Class is concluded."

The crowd of students lurch to their feet and there's a bit of chaos as they try to make it to the door before I change my mind. I turn away to pack up my bag, my shoulders feeling tense as I stuff folders and books inside. Several voices call out for me to have a good day and I give a faint smile to the students that brush a little too close to say it.

I step away from my desk just in time to bump into you, and we share a glare until I motion impatiently at the door for you to go first. With slight hesitation, you step forward, and I fall into stride behind you. Jesus, this view is better. I don't have to deal with that fucking look on your face, your shapely ass putting black leggings to the test. I can just barely see the faint outline of a tiny pair of panties and I wonder if you know that I can see it. It's a tiny victory that only I can enjoy and I follow you out into the hallway, as fate would have it, both of us going in the same direction.

You try your best to ignore me, and I almost let you go, my hand closing around the knob to my office door.

"Miss Matchen," I pause, waiting for you to turn. You do so with a barely concealed huff and I scoff as I push open the door. "We need to discuss your paper."

“What a fucking dick.” It’s mostly under my breath when I say it, but my roommate catches it anyway.

“You hear back from the lit professor?”

“Yeah,” I respond, hands scrubbing over my face.

“I told you to take it with Ms. Drummond.”

“I know, but I had another class I needed for that time slot. His was the last one open!”

“And now you have both the pleasure and the misery of staring at him.”

“For four fucking hours a week, yeah. He would be hot if he wasn’t so goddamn arrogant.”

“He’s hot even with his arrogance.”

I throw a pillow across the living room, hitting her in the side. “Shut up, Rae.”

We both laugh it off, but the idea of my writing being lackluster plants itself in my brain and latches like the smallest leech.

A few days, and hours of reading, later— I end up back in the risers of your class. This time I have to listen to you go on and on about David Foster Wallace. The Infinite Jest wasn’t bad, it was even one of the books I like reading the most, but your reduction of it after our e-mail exchange just annoys me. You must be able to tell my attention is waning, because you call on me. I try to shake my head, tell you I don’t know so I don’t really have to say anything, but you persist.

“No, Miss Matchen, please- if my lecture is boring you then we should hear what you think about the reading,” and it’s the way you say it, like I’m not worthy of the opinion I hold, whatever it is.

So I take a deep breath, purely unamused by yet another man asserting power.

“Wallace sounds like he smoked ayahuasca once in the dessert with a native tribe that overcharged him for it and now he sees the meaning the flap of a butterfly’s wing. Sure, I get it, life is beautiful and tragic but did he need 1100 pages to say it? No. John Green did it in about three hundred with A Fault In Our Stars, and that guy got a movie deal.”

I earn myself a few snickers from around the room, and a heated stare from you.

@professor-rhys

[nycolewrites]

unconventional, yet not unwanted

pairing: zukka prompt: day 3 (secret identity) and day 6 (royalty) for @zukkaweek  word count: 3.4k 

summary: 

Today, when Zuko enters his forgotten garden, there is someone already sitting there. Someone who is trying, and failing, to garner the duckling’s attention.

“Come on, little ducky, please?” Zuko hears the voice before he sees him, and when he peaks around the corner he almost laughs at the sight. The intruder (guy?) looks to be about his age with a sharp jawline and intense blue eyes that are narrowed in concentration. The sides of his head are shorn, and what hair he does have is littered with beads and braids. He’s wearing mostly-plain robes that consist solely of shades of blue with wave patterns embroidered into the hems.

Ah, so he’s from the Imiq royal procession. Wonderful.

or: zuko is set to marry the son of King Hakoda, tying the Imiq and Taiyō kingdoms together. how will his resolve hold when he meets a stranger trying (and failing) to befriend his mother's ducks

for: @bisexuallsokka

[that-was-anticlimactic]

*shakes my tin cup* spare compliments pls 💌

nycole, my beloved,

first of all, you are so creative. second, i am so truly honored that you have trusted me enough to allow me to read your works pre-posting. like seriously. anyways, you are so creative and have so many good ideas! i love hearing your headcanons and seeing your fics! you have such... a soft way of writing; you write those soft, little intimate moments really well and they make my heart all giddy and mushy (affectionate) when i read them! you're passionate and dedicated - i mean, how many character/ship weeks did you run last year? amazing. i could never iuyfcgiouygfcgui

[jaanii]

the labyrinth of gedref is THE best merlin episode there is no argument arthur has so much character development in that episode (which they erase in season 2) but god he learns how others live he learns how MERLIN lives he learns from his mistakes he learns how much merlin means to him and most importantly he learns how to let go of pride and honour in the face of suffering and the people he cares about hurting. he stands up to his father because he doesn’t want innocent people to die - at his hand no less - he accepts that it’s his fault and he pushes through the pain that causes him and tries everything to fix it EVEN DRINKING POISON thinking he’s going to die and not CARING because it means merlin and his kingdom are safe. it’s THE episode that shows what a good king he’ll be. he desperately doesn’t want to act hungry or thirsty around people that aren’t merlin because he doesn’t want them to know that he can’t handle it, that he’s weaker than them. families in camelot go weeks without food probably and with that knowledge arthur doesn’t want to be rendered incapable because he doesn’t have some food, he’s always had food ! he’s always had everything at his fingertips and knowing that most can’t have that genuinely breaks him and gives him the realization that he had to be better !!! and the poison scene my god ! he pulls the cheapest fucking trick in the book so that merlin doesn’t have to drink it, he basically confesses his love in that scene and i don’t even mean just romantic love i mean how much he truly loves and cares for merlin withOUT the pretense of romance (tho it is genuinely the most romantic scene in the show between the two of them like ‘you know me, merlin, i never listen to you’ and then he FUCKING ‘KILLS’ HIMSELF) we know that he’s saved merlin’s life before without hesitating (the poisoned chalice <3) but it’s just so different here, there’s nobody else here to stop him, there’s nobody to witness what he’s going to do, he does it completely selflessly just for merlin because he knows that this is his mess and he has to fix it and he won’t let merlin die for this even tho he’s the sole heir of camelot like??? tell me it’s not the best episode

[backhurtyy]

nanami kento , 003 💞

FROTHING AT THE MOUTH THANK YOU NYCOLE

how i feel about this character:

i did not at all expect to love him as much as i do, but he is genuinely one of my favorite characters ever i think. like i love him so much. but he also makes me so extremely sad because his life is just one tragedy after another, but he disguises them as being disappointments so no one ever knows how deeply affected by things he is. and i am just…. at his core i think he just wants to help people, and that is one of my favorite character types ever. so yeah he really just. took over my brain and he makes so happy but devastatingly sad but every time i see him i am filled with joy but i want to take him away from gege but i love his arc but— anyways. yeah. i love him.

any/all the people i ship romantically with this character:

so i will say i’m an aro nanami truther, but also hainana makes me genuinely go insane and they make me so sad and i just want. i want. i um. agh. i also think higunana is fun, because who doesn’t love two grumpy men who only really soften around each other when they’re drinking their coffee before work in the morning? and nanago but like. not actually as a ship? like only in a tragic way where they’re both devastated by the loss of their former partner and they start seeking out comfort in each other but they can’t replace haibara or geto and they really have no romantic chemistry at all, and so it just falls apart and leaves them feeling worse than before and contributes in part to nanami leaving the jujutsu world :)

my favorite non-romantic relationship for this character:

easily itadori and nanami. like the second nanami said that he was an adult and so it was his job to look out for itadori, even if he could handle himself, i was like. oh. yes. i love him. because also one of my favorite tropes is child acquisition, and i especially love it for nanami because i don’t think he was ever the type to really think about having kids? like especially playing off him being aromantic, i don’t think he ever would have thought about it because kids come with a relationship and he’s just not interested in that. but then itadori comes along, and he is so kind and good hearted and determined to prove himself to nanami and do everything he can to help as many people as he can, and nanami would just want to do everything he can to preserve his youth and joy and keep him safe and look out for him. it’s also so sad though because i imagine nanami sees a lot of haibara in itadori, so it’s like…. maybe he couldn’t save haibara then, but he can save itadori now.

my unpopular opinion about this character:

type one diabetic nanami my absolute beloved!

one thing i wish would happen/had happened with this character in canon:

NANAMI BABY DONT BE DEAD BE ALIVE I MISS YOU COME HOME—

favorite friendship for this character:

nanami and gojo. i live for friendships where there’s the grumpy stoic character and the hyper active goofy character who annoys the absolute living SHIT out of the grumpy one. but on a more serious note i think it’s really important that they have each other, because they’ve lost so much and have so few people left that they can genuinely trust. but they can trust each other.

[againwiththeturtles]

1, 7, & 10 for the writing asks <3

1: oh, DEFINITELY fragile foundations. It is TOO LONG. I need to stream line it and also, like, have a writing board up to remember what I want from the characters and what my focus is. I still want to finish it but ughhh I took too long to get to where I am. Plus, my writing is better than it was when i was writing the earlier chapters, lol. I'm still gonna try and finish it, tho

7: I really like those highly specific ones that are mainly to half-explain the plot in the tags, but they're also kinda cryptic. one of mine is: "attempts at alcohol?" and that still makes me chuckle

10: I don't really go looking for specific tropes. I mean, I'm a sucker for friends to lovers. I like missed episode/chapter fics, and... I like "i can fix it by making it worse" whatever that is.

writing asks