#only that he stays extra floofy

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HAPPY TRANS DAY OF VISIBILITY!!! 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️

The day of my trans chirren SilverMint and Arthur Beatrice! I'm happy for them and every trans peeps out there! Hope everything is and will be going well for you all 💖

And a little bit of happy easter too, as the shape of the tip of Silver's flag resembles an egg!

[likeapro42]

The Forgivenshipping/GreenFlower Language of Flowers AU

(Where I become incredibly self-indulgent and mash like 65% of my headcanons into a single story)

In which Brad was a tad more open about his love of plants to Lloyd. Lloyd isn’t all that interested until Brad reveals the language of flowers. When Lloyd learns about how plants can be used as a secret code, he starts getting into plants, too. Then, Brad and Lloyd start exchanging origami bouquets to talk to each other (because paper is easy to get your hands on; flowers will get you in trouble). Also, they develop mutual crushes, but both don’t know it yet (they’re like ten or eleven).

And then Lloyd gets kicked out. Brad secretly misses his old roommate (can’t get emotional at Darkley’s, or you’ll get eaten alive) and his friendship with Gene gets strained because of how indifferent Gene seems (he isn’t indifferent but, again, Darkley’s. Gene just doesn’t know how to express the warnings of getting too emotional without belittling Brad for being so emotionally open)

Durring Lloyd and Pythor’s joint-attack on Darkley’s, Lloyd places a bouquet of flowers on Brad’s bunk, complimenting the other boy platonically. However, the meanings of the flowers can also be read as romantic. After the attack, Brad reads it as romantic and immediately starts blushing.

Brad definitely presses/preserves those flowers and hides them in a floor board under their shared his bunk

Meanwhile, when Lloyd is adopted by the Ninja, Lloyd immediately wants to create a garden. So, while no one is watching him (due to the Ninja vs Samurai thing), he starts sneaking soil, fertilizer, and seeds on board, in the back corner of a storage room that gets lots of sunlight.

Wu figures this out almost immediately, and he only confronts Lloyd after a few weeks into his stay onboard the Bounty. However, Lloyd is embarrassed (he was taught that liking flowers was shameful all his life, after all), so Lloyd tries to lie about it until Wu start complimenting it. Lloyd finally admits to the garden being his and asks if he can continue taking care of it. Wu agrees, even giving Lloyd money specifically for his garden.

Nya finds out about a week later and asks him about it. Lloyd feels extra defensive and uses his knowledge on Nya being The Steel Samurai to blackmail her into not saying a word. Nya isn’t really intimidated (he’s too small and floofy and addicted to candy to be), but realizes he’s terrified of other people finding out. So she agrees, but only he promises not to say anything about The Steel Samurai in return. They strike a deal and Nya will occasionally help Lloyd out when the boys are gone.

A few more weeks pass and Kai starts to get suspicious. The runt keeps unexpectedly leaving from the boys room in the middle of the night. He must be up to something nefarious!

So Kai using his super ninja stealth to follow Lloyd one night, but instead of an evil plot or a horrible prank, it’s a tiny garden filled with all sorts of flowers and veggies and herbs and-

That’s around the time Lloyd realizes Kai is there and belatedly tries to hide the garden. Lloyd eventually realizes it is futile and Kai asks why Lloyd is hiding such a thing. Lloyd explains (in a manor that is very horrifying, and even worse Lloyd thinks this behavior is normal).

Kai tells Lloyd that the others won’t think less of him for having a garden. Lloyd doesn’t believe him and makes Kai promise not to tell the others. Kai agrees.

When they’re alone a few days later, Kai asks what got Lloyd into gardening in the first place. Lloyd explains with a blush on his face. Kai figures out Lloyd’s crush, but doesn’t let Lloyd know, assuming Lloyd already does (and Lloyd already shared something he viewed as embarrassing to Kai. No need to make it worse by teasing the brat about his super obvious crush).

Maybe throw in a a few instances where the ninja and/or Nya feel crummy (before they know [besides Kai and Nya, of course]) and the mysterious bouquet that appeared on their bed or pillow. Wu translates the first bouquet which leads to everyone rushing the flowers to him in a translation. They start to try and figure out who is leaving the bouquets, but never suspect Lloyd because he’s, well, Lloyd.

A few weeks later, Lloyd gets kidnapped by the serpentine. Kai, after a lot of research, (and enlisting Wu for help,) starts taking care of Lloyd’s garden until Lloyd is found again.

In the process, he bumps into Nya, who is doing the same, and they do the Spider-Man-pointing meme before working together on the garden.

Over time, the other ninja, one by one, stumble upon the garden and Kai swears them all to secrecy (after explaining everything and trying to convey Lloyd’s fucked up thought process. And Kai’s efforts to gain Lloyd’s trust so he can hopefully settle in and be more comfortable/open with everyone else).

That person then also starts helping out with Lloyd’s garden.

Once the last person discovers it, Kai gives up and it’s no longer a secret, so they work together to maintain he garden. Well, until Wu returns with Garmadon.

Kai is already pretty protective of Lloyd due to the unexpected bonding pre!kidnapping, so he makes sure that Garmadon doesn’t even come anywhere near Lloyd’s secret garden. (Kai knows Lloyd looks up to Garmadon [it’s all over his clothes for Pete’s sake!], and Lloyd would be crushed if his father insulted the kid for it. Kai wasn’t about to take that chance.)

Lloyd comes back (like in canon) and, while coming to terms of being the prophesied Green Ninja, he sprints to his safe space: his secret garden. He is immediately in awe of how much all of plants have grown, the expansion of the garden’s size, and all of the new additions.

The ninja and Nya all go to find him and comfort him (after talk of the Fangblades and what to do next), immediately heading to the garden. They reveal who did what and why they helped to take care of the garden. (“Because it’s important to you Lloyd, and your family. Which makes it important to us”). They also thank Lloyd for the amazing bouquets from before and how much it meant to them.

Lloyd cries and they have a huge group hug.

When the group hug breaks, Jay ruins the mood by demanding to learn about the language. Lloyd agrees to start teaching them (he doesn’t really get around to it until Season 2)

When the Ninja head off to steal back the Fangblades, Garmadon finally stumbles upon the garden (thanks to Kai, he thinks that is where some of the ninja’s secrets/weaknesses are hiding) with Lloyd taking care of it.

The two have a heart to heart about how Lloyd isn’t pathetic and how Garmadon will always love him, Green Ninja or not, etc., etc.

(Which makes the stealing of secrets thing that more heart wrenching)

When Garmadon goes to leave, Lloyd begs for him to stay a minute and rushes to the garden to pluck to few flowers to apologize for his outburst earlier as well as saying farewell. Garmadon actually stays (they need a tad bit more closure, TOMMY) and promises to treasure it.

(Lloyd doesn’t know it, but Garmadon presses the bouquet and stores it in a picture frame, now hanging in the old house Garmadon, Lloyd, and Misako used to live in.)

Maybe have a short introspective moment either during “The Day of the Great Devourer” or afterwards, Lloyd’s grief over not only the only home he’s ever known, but the amazing garden he had.

The ninja find out why he’s so upset and promise to help him set up an even better garden that is 10x better in a more permanent location.

(They don’t make good on the promise until after S2)

When they finally move into the crummy apartment: Lloyd buys a few pots and has a small assortment of tiny plants that sit on the windowsill.

As the ninja train Lloyd, Lloyd teaches the ninja the language of flowers.

(He also sneaks a few more pots into the Mojo Dojo)

A few months pass and the Lloyd gets invited to Darkley’s. Lloyd freaks out (but for more than one reason this time), and starts going through his entire collection of plants to debate on which one to give to Brad.

Gene became Brad’s new roommate sometime during S1, btw, because he’s still a bit of a troublemaker and Brad would keep rein him in (the staff doesn’t know that Brad is also a harbinger of chaos and sometimes helps Gene cause trouble). After Brad hears Gene crying at night over missing Lloyd, Brad confronts Gene. They argue, they fight, they emotionally break down, they help each other pick up the pieces, they hug, they forgive each other, they have a better understanding of one another, and the two become besties

When Brad greets the ninja, there is a lot more blushing and stuttering between the two (Brad is a year older and has shot up in height and his voice is deeper and smoother; Lloyd hasn’t grown much, but he has definitely gained some muscle mass)

(Unbeknownst to the two, the ninja are storing the knowledge for later and definitely going to tease Lloyd about this)

(And, unbeknownst to the everyone, part of Gene’s ploy to turn Lloyd back to the “evil” side is to tempt Lloyd with Brad. Gene even makes Brad look his best and forces the kid to greet the Ninja when they first arrive [not that it was that hard to convince Brad]. After all, Gene put together that his two best friends are down bad for each other AGES ago)

When the ninja are packing up to leave, Brad catches Lloyd. Brad gathers some courage and (while blushing profusely) shoves his confession bouquet in Lloyd’s arms. Brad compliments Lloyd for being so brave and pecks Lloyd in the cheek. Brad then quickly thanks Lloyd for believing in him before scurrying away.

Lloyd freezes, putting a hand to his cheek, and that’s when it clicks where he’s in love with Brad. He’s the reddest he’s ever been and walks in a daze back to the others who start teasing and congratulating Lloyd.

Lloyd sends Brad a letter with a couple of pressed flowers and the two awkwardly flirt while talking about hilarious pranks and hijinks the two have in their day to day lives

Unfortunately, Lloyd never has a chance to really act on his feelings because he suddenly finds himself half a decade older and far more responsibilities on his shoulders.

Add a scene where the baby!ninja prove who they say they are by shouting out flowers names which roughly translate to (trust us, we’re your friends, just younger)

Lloyd tells Brad this through a letter, so the two remain friends (while secretly mourning what could’ve been)

From here on out, it’s training, training, training for Lloyd with a smattering of interruptions in between of:

Letters between Lloyd and Brad that are much more stilted and platonic

Lloyd dealing with speedrunning puberty

Lloyd dealing with the stress of the situation via frantically planting

Brad definitely sneaks out of Darkley’s (with a reluctant Gene) to give Lloyd a send off to the Dark Island

The rest of the story I have “plotted out” is just an assortment of moments here and there that aren’t super cohesive and coherent yet. Just know this is a MEGA slow burn. Like the slow burn of the century, folks. (Legit, from my obsessive planning, I figured out they won’t get together waaay until after March of the Oni because Harumi trauma). And when the story isn’t focusing on Brad and Lloyd, it’s found family fluff from both angles of the city (Brad and the family he’s building at Darkley’s and Lloyd and the Ninja).

(Also, I’m sorry Sally fans. I wrote a majority of this AU before Crystalized came out. I’ll figure out how to work her in eventually. But she’ll definitely be one of the boys at Darkley’s and will have a mini coming of age arc in the background of her realization of being transfemme and bisexual [because that’s the only explanation my brain will accept about how a girl ended up in an all-boys school. Because she didn’t know she was a girl to begin with, which: mood])

[saddramaticsleepypoet]

Latter Info (NOT CANON, LONG)

/Alright folks we got down to the asks and we're probably close on the hearts anyways, so Latter Pillar info time. Here I will state a lot of noncanon facts that only apply to this Latter, so enjoy.

-He's a butterfly I guess, albeit a very floofy one

-A little bit shorter than Howdy

-Until otherwise stated, I'm going with this guy being younger than Howdy but older than Seeya (just because it makes Howdy shoving him aside more tragic because Howdy ignored one younger sibling for another lol)

-Always tired

-Along with being floofy, him sort of chonky (ironically he hasn't ever eaten as much as he needed to because he had to compete with his siblings, and now he has to steal from his brother's store to get anything edible and very rarely is howdy not alert, so he eats like once every 3 days)

-Don't ask what butterfly he is I don't even fkng know, I don't think a butterfly with a yellow body and purple wings even exists

-He's staying with his aunt currently because his parents (well more so his dad) got tired of him not being good at anything useful like sales taxes and business and they got tired of his reasonable cries for attention and his constant tiredness

-Asexual and Pan

-Made friends with Eddie recently

-He..isn't sure how to feel about frank normally

-Possible cat like behavior

-He is just as likely to get dramatically pissed off as he is to get sulky

-Intense emotions

-His favorite sibling is Howdy, because according to him, howdy is everything he is not which is successful, confident, and wanted

-Socially awkward

-Speaks like he's in plays or some crap

-Ticklish af (antennas and wings are extra sensitive)

-Cross-dresses sometimes

-His favorite animal is a snake

-His favorite colors are purple and blue (duh)

-He would be most compatible with Frank and Eddie or Sally, although Barnaby is always an option as well, or maybe a joyful

-He often wonders if he'll be more loved by his family if he's a girl instead of some feminine acting guy

-He doesn't know if he would classify as queer or not because those are the only times he ever gets these thoughts, so he doesn't really confirm himself as queer

-Sometimes he regresses to a younger mental state there's no specific age really this happens if too much overwhelms and upsets him or if he had an awful day already and how others treated him made it worse, small text is used when this happens

-He also cries pretty easily when this happens, he's also likely hiding somewhere during this because he don't trust anyone to be near him when he's like this and he has a good reason to not trust anyone

-In this state, he sort of just keeps himself occupied with music and a lot of books, and occasionally paper to write with (music calms him down)

-In younger headspace, he likes anything celestial themed

[beewitched-monday]

Miscellaneous Maxie/Archie headcanons galore

I need to get these out of my system, or I'll literally explode Might make more of these in the future, those divorced husbands have me in the strongest chokehold ever

- Heat tolerance -

Yes YES YASS give Maxie ALL the heat! Man is a lizard, he NEEDS to be warm at all times. Extra layers of clothing, residing near volcanoes, that's his jam. On an especially sunny day you might find him napping on some rocks (kudos to gleaming-glasses here on Tumblr, that sketch of Maxie in his reptile era lives in my head rent-free). Surprisingly, Archie is pretty good with the heat too. He doesn't enjoy it as much as Maxie, but he won't be miserable when it's hot around, too. A day out in the sunny beach sound pretty good for him, honestly.

- Cold tolerance -

Oh. Oh, no. I think, Maxie just died. He can't function when it's cold, like, at all. He literally gets super sleepy and dizzy, he can't work like that, give him a warm blanket asap!

I don't know how Archie does it, but this man? This man can stand in a blizzard in a swimsuit and feel great. His body produces enough heat to keep him warm at all times, he's built different.

- Diet -

Idk, Maxie strikes me as a vegetarian? Not even because of any beliefs, he just doesn't like the taste of meat and/or fish. The smell too, but he can manage. If he's feeling extra nauseous when Archie cooks at home, he'd just open more windows or go out for a walk, no big deal.

Archie would totally eat anything, and I mean anything. Plants, meat, fish, if it's edible he's lurking somewhere around, ready to grab a plate of whatever is cooking. Is a great cook himself, actually! Preparing food for others is one of his love languages, he just thrives if he sees someone enjoying his food. Especially if it's Maxie, oh, he definitely learned to cook more vegetarian meals just for his husband (although he'd still tease him about eating "his salads", but it's all lighthearted).

- Vision -

Maxie is blind as a bat, simple as that. Can barely do anything without his glasses, aside from navigating around the house (outside too, but it's definitely harder due to more small stuff he has to notice). If you want him to see you clearly, you literally have to stand right next to him, a step away at max.

Archie has great vision! ..or so he'd want you to think. The seaman is far-sighted as hell, which is great when he's out and about, but comes back to bite him in the ass whenever he has to inspect/read something up close. Shelly's doing all the reading for him when he's with the team, because the only time he allows himself to wear glasses is at home.

- Body hair -

This one is weirdly specific, BUT I WANNA TALK ABOUT IT SO BAD

Because Archie, imo, has NONE of it. No, of course, it grows, but my man is a swimmer, he would definitely shave anything that's not his beard. The beard stays.

Maxie, on the other hand? Floofy boi, maybe not as floofy as Archie could've been, but it's totally there. No beard for the twink, though, he just can't grow it. Like, the most hair he had on his face was that pathetic excuse for a mustache in his college years, and he'd like to forget about that, thank you very much

- Sleeping schedule -

Maxie is a night owl, but he forces himself to follow a strict schedule, which includes waking up early. Does he go to bed early as well? Of course not, he'd stay up so late working again, and be absolutely miserable when the morning comes. Can he function without at least two cups of coffee for breakfast? No. At this point, I won't be surprised if he has caffeine instead of blood in his veins. Sir, I beg you, get some proper sleep.

Archie, on the other hand, is totally an early bird. Can't catch him staying up too late, no sir, he's already snoring in bed when the clock strikes 10 p.m. Won't say no to a cup of coffee in the morning, though, he enjoys the extra energy boost.

[strangeinternetwasteland]

About Damn Time - Kiba X Fem! Reader

A/N: This was a prompt from @kibascumdumpster, sorry it took so long to write. I hope it is to your liking.

Warnings: Fluff fluff fluff

Word Count: 1.2K

Growing up with Kiba Inuzuka was anything but boring. You have been best friends since forever. You weren’t sure how, but it didn’t matter. You’d lost your whole clan after the nine tails attacked the village. The days after were lonely, sad, and cold. You had done what you were always taught, which was to survive under any means necessary. You knew you were strong, especially when you had a Kekkei Genkai, most people seemed to be afraid of you, except for one, Kiba.

He came right up to you as if you were best friends with his dog, Akamaru. In the early days, the two of you spent time walking around the village and just causing mischief. At night you'll spend alone in a room, without your family. The loneliness crept in as the night wore on, it happened like this for months.

It was just before winter when you went to Inuzuka's for the night. You were treated like you were another member of the family. Hana made up a room just for you, it was more than you could ever ask for. It was decorated in white and light blue, with a hint of black here and there. You cried yourself to sleep that night from happiness instead of sadness.

Wherever Akamaru and Kiba went, so did you. You two went to the academy and grew up together. The two of you were inseparable. As you grew, many of the others would tease you two for hanging out all the time. Naruto would often tease you two calling you, “lovebirds” and making kissing faces. It annoyed you very much. Often Kiba would tell you to ignore him, and most times you did, but not today. You went home to blow off some steam by yourself, only to find out you really didn’t want to be alone.

You walked over to Kiba’s house in a huff, and when you arrived Hana had noticed your seething lament and pointed out the direction of where you could find Kiba. He felt your anger as you walked toward him, bracing for your hit he held his stance and readied himself for the impact. When he didn’t feel your balled-up fist hit him in the chest, arm, or face, and instead saw you weeping into his chest, he softened his stance.

He held you close with his arms wrapped around you and let you cry. His face was buried in your hair while he placed a kiss on top of your head. His nose filled with (favorite scent) of shampoo.

Your snot and tears soaked his shirt, and you couldn’t help but notice how tall he was. When did he get so tall, did he always smell so good, why do I want this to last forever? You stepped back blinking away your thoughts and tears.

“Hold on, (name).” He told you gently, as he left quickly. Akamaru rubbed against your legs knowing you were sad, hoping for a cuddle, which you obliged to. As you sat there stroking the wonderfully floofy pup, you realized something.

“Here, I grabbed you some tissues.” Kiba handed them to you and sat down beside the two of you. You took them from him and wiped your face and nose. After a few moments of silence, you laid down using Akamaru as a pillow and fell asleep. Kiba cuddled the two of you while playing with your hair.

An hour later, you awoke in your room and Kiba’s house. The sun had sunken in the sky quite a bit and the pastel colors of dusk started showing in the sky. A quiet knock on your door made you sit quickly.

“Sorry, (name). I didn't mean to scare you. Mom went out for a while, and Tsume is babysitting a neighbor’s kid for a while. There’s some dinner for you in the  microwave.” Kiba blurted out. A small blush on his face.

“Thanks, Kiba.” You smiled as you stood up and walked past him toward the kitchen. The smell of dinner lingered in the air as you heated up your food.

“(Name), can I get you anything to drink?” Kiba offered noticing how relaxed you looked after your nap. You shook your head as he rummaged through the fridge and got you (favorite beverage).

“Thanks!” You chirped at him, giving him a bright smile. His heart skipped a beat looking and how happy you were. Another blush formed on his cheeks. He sat at the table while you ate happily and quickly. You took your plate and cleaned it in the sink with a few other dishes. You were in your own world and started singing.

Kiba loved to hear you sing, you were not confident that you were good enough, but he always told you otherwise. The older the two of you had gotten, the less you sang, but when you did, it was only whenever the two of you were alone. You finished the few dishes and went to the living room, where Akamaru and Kiba followed behind.

You were flipping through the channels on the television when Kiba plopped down next to you. You laid your head on his shoulder and felt him stiffen up.

“Is everything okay Kiba?” You asked him, noticing his cheeks were red, and he was visibly backing away from you.  He nodded his head and kept staring straight ahead at the television. “I was planning on staying here tonight. Since I didn’t bring any clothes, maybe I could borrow one of your shirts?” You asked him. He nodded again and walked out of the room.

He sighed in relief. He was so close to telling you how he truly felt. He quickly grabbed a large comfortable shirt for you and threw it at you from the hallway. You let out a quick melodic giggle and walked to the bathroom to change. When you came back, you saw his jaw drop, and you couldn’t help but melt on the inside.

The goofy grin on his face after you sat back down next to him. He breathed in your scent as you walked by and was awestruck. Within a moment, his hands were grabbing your face, and he was pulling you in for a kiss. He quickly stopped and stepped back.

“I am so sorry, (Name). I don’t know what came over me, maybe it was the way you looked in my shirt or the way you smelled. The way you always seem to be extra clingy when you need me. The way your face warms when Naruto teases us. I’ve liked you for a long time. Since the moment I saw you honestly. I wasn’t sure how to tell-“

You kissed him back.

“I like you too Kiba. I have since the first time you told Naruto to shut up. The way you always make me feel calm and relaxed, when I am so stressed out, the way you look at me like I am the only person in the world. The whole world just seems to be a little better whenever you’re around.” You admitted. A chuckle erupted from your throat as you kissed again.

“It’s about damn time.” Kiba’s mom said from the doorway. “If you hadn’t said anything I would’ve.” The two of you laughed nervously and then settled in on the couch only to fall asleep in each other’s arms.

[brockadoodles]

Snow doesn’t fall in scottsdale - a. matthews

AN: Uhh just ignore the text in the gif since it’s obviously not relevant to the story. (even though Ema is the best) But here’s what might be the last Christmas fic in my eight weeks of Christmas series. I’ve been finding myself inspired for other stuff, and there’s so much wonderful Christmas content out there that I’m sure you don’t need 47837584 more from me. So enjoy this one, a nice anon requested more Auston content, so that’s why I wrote it. But, I really liked it and hope you do too. 

This is also for @broadstbroskis​ who I love to send things at absolutely inappropriate times for her so, I hope this hits you at a bad time ;) 

Word Count: 4628

Warnings: None, it’s floofy. 

Auston felt himself sigh as he looked at you. You were sitting out on the roof and holding an old mug of tea. He noticed the way you held the mug close to your chest and looked out at the skyline. The sun was just beginning to set, the deep orange and purple hues and the hot dry air  were some of his favorite things about where he was from and lived during the offseason. But as he carefully looked at the somber expression coming from his limited view of your face, he could tell that you missed Toronto.

You were the type of person who had a firm belief that Christmas wasn’t really Christmas without the snow, and Scottsdale, Arizona might have felt cold at 20 degrees celsius to those that lived there, but to you all it was, was a dry desert with fake Christmas trees and a painful lack of snow covering the ground. Your favorite memories included carrying a small sled down the street while holding your mom’s hand, or sitting on your dad’s shoulders at the Christmas market every year, snow piling onto your beanie as you stuck your tongue out hoping to catch flakes. Those were your favorite memories of the holiday and even if the view was stunning, the palm trees simply didn’t hold a match to the thick, evergreens covered in snow. But you were thankful to have Auston, and his family, who had been nothing but accommodating to you. So you kept your homesickness away from them, plastering on a smile that faded as soon as you came out to the roof to take a moment to yourself. 

You didn’t want to complain, because you were genuinely grateful that Auston had invited you to spend the holiday with him. Before you could contemplate the weight of the question, or think about how spending Christmas with your friend who always felt like something more would only entangle your heart further into the mess of feelings that it was already nestled in, you said yes. The decision didn’t phase you until you were waiting for a flight, your thigh brushing his and his head resting on your shoulder, that maybe this was only going to end up hurting you in the long run because of your own harbored feelings for one of your closest friends.

You’d liked Auston for almost as long as you’ve known him, having met in a chance run in when he bumped into you on a night out with your friends, spilling your drink all down your dress. He offered you a new one, and soon you found yourself tumbling into a dangerous friendship with him that your heart always wanted to pull more out of. It was a bad idea, going home with him. It was something that was debatably far too intimate for two people who were supposed to be just friends. But you didn’t know that Auston harbored feelings of his own, and you didn’t know just how much he’d do to make your Christmas special. 

Auston watched carefully as you set the mug down and snapped a picture, one that would later end up on Instagram for the world to see, captioned “there’s no snow but the view is great.” You flipped your phone back over, presumably hiding any potential interruptions from your time up on the roof. He took your pause as his moment to make his presence known, and he carefully opened the tall glass sliding door and stepped out onto the roof. You looked over at him before curling your feet underneath your legs to make space for him to sit. 

“Are you okay?” He tentatively asked. You simply nodded and leaned your head on his shoulder, causing him to instinctively pull you closer into his body. It was almost terrifying how well he knew your mannerisms, each breath you took or movement gave away everything about how you were feeling. It scared him how well he could read you, but he paid attention because he cared. Auston knew this was about Christmas, and while didn’t know how to pull any of it off, he'd drive to Colorado and back if it meant bringing you a dusting of snow to the desert in December.

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The following afternoon, your mood had improved and the melancholic moment shared between you was nearly forgotten as you sat across from him at the small coffee shop. Auston had this ability to know your every emotion. He knew when you wanted to talk about what was bothering you and when you didn’t, and you appreciated that when you woke up the next day, he offered nothing other than a soft smile and asked if you’d like to check out this new small coffee place with him. 

“I can’t believe you managed to get this much time off this season, normally you don’t even go home.” You hummed as you sipped on your drink. Auston held the door open for you as you walked out, the heat hitting your skin almost instantly as the loss of air conditioning from the shop became more apparent. 

“I know, but it’s good.” He shrugged, offering no indication that there was any deeper meaning to that statement as he followed you out of the shop. The truth was that the extra time was much needed, as it gave him the perfect opportunity for an impulsive trip out of town that just might lift the mood you were so desperately trying to conceal. 

You handed Auston your iced coffee for a moment so that you could toss up your hair. The sun was starting to beat down, heating up your skin and causing a light sweat. 

“It’s too hot, how can you even be wearing that?” You gestured to his outfit, which in contrast to some of the clothes he normally wore, was relatively relaxed and normal. He was wearing black joggers and a dark t-shirt, with a light flannel on top. You were sweating just looking at it in comparison to the oversized Nike t-shirt you had stolen from him that morning, and your soft shorts. You couldn’t deny that it looked good on him though, and if it wasn’t so hot and you lived in a reality where you could act on your feelings, you wouldn’t mind tucking yourself right into his chest.   

“Ah well, that’s because we’re not staying here.” He shrugged, shaking you out of your daydream and tugging you back toward his car. He laced his fingers in yours and it sent fluttering right to your chest. The simple display of affection was something that you were likely reading entirely too much into. But you didn’t care, because your brain was communicating chemicals of fondness that were being sent straight to your heart with the simple gesture, and you were going to let yourself enjoy it even if it ultimately didn’t actually mean anything substantial. 

“What? Where are we going?” You asked. Auston just smiled nervously at you as he unlocked the car. He untangled his fingers from yours and walked to the driver’s side door, a sensation that you subtly frowned at. 

“Uh, well I hope you don’t mind but…” His voice was muffled as he got into the driver's seat. 

“But what, Auston?” You pressed. 

“We may be going on a road trip.” He bit his lip slightly as your eyes went wide. He knew this was spontaneous, and maybe too much. But all he wanted was to see a smile on your face and if he had to spend all night looking up weather reports and finding a town that had a substantial amount of snow and drive you there, that was a task he was more than willing to do. 

“To where? And why?” You laughed. Auston smirked at you as he started the car.

“This small town in the mountains in Colorado. We have a cabin, we’re bringing Felix, and there’s a ton of snow right now.” He smiled at you, watching out of the corner of his eye to see your reaction as you took in what he was saying. Your eyes widened and your heart rate quickened. You reached over the center console and grabbed his hand and slid your fingers through his once more.

“Thank you.” You whispered, hoping that the simple words could accurately depict just how appreciative you were of him. He pulled your hand up to his mouth, pressing a light kiss to the back of it and smiling at you once again. The adoration in his eyes was more than what a friend should show, but this entire trip was more than friendly, and you didn’t really care that you were setting your heart up for the inevitable disappointment you might face by the end of it, because you at least somewhat had Auston. He may have not been your boyfriend, you couldn’t kiss him whenever you wanted, or hold him beyond small gestures but he cared about you, probably more than he cared about most of his friends, and that was enough. So you packed a bag, loaded Felix into the car, and drove just over eight hours with him to spend a few days in the snow before Christmas.

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The first night you got there, the two of you were exhausted. You were so tired that you couldn’t even register the lines you were crossing as you climbed into bed next to him, Felix tucked securely under your feet. You were so tired that you didn’t question it when his arm came around your waist and slid just underneath the waist of the sweatshirt you were wearing. He was warm, and you felt safe, so you let yourself drift off to sleep without thinking of the emotional consequences of the romanticization of all of this. 

The second night, Auston had insisted on another surprise for you. One that he was tight lipped about, but swore that you would love. All he told you was that you needed to dress warm and be ready to walk around. So, you threw on more layers than was probably necessary and let him lead you into town. 

You grabbed onto his arm to not lose him. The crowd was larger than you’d expect for the small mountain town he had brought you to. Auston just pulled you in closer, wrapping an arm around you to tuck you safe and secure into his side. It was another simple gesture, adding to the annoying list in the back of your mind of things that Auston Matthews could do that caused a flutter in your stomach and slight heartache in your chest. But it was cold, and the gesture was one that made you feel calm and content as he led you further into the town. 

The small town was quant, and reminded you of some picturesque stereotypical German town that went all out for the holidays. The Bavarian style cottages and buildings were all decorated with lights, and the snow on the roofs was a sight that made you smile even more as you kept walking. You were about to ask Auston where you were headed when suddenly the lights came into view. Your eyes went wide as you looked at the giant tree in the center of the town square, it was lit up with white lights and shiny, multicolored ornaments. Snow was settled into the branches and littered on the ground. You nearly cried when you realized where he had brought you. 

“I can’t make it snow in Arizona, I can’t replicate the tree, but I found this place and thought it was pretty close.” He looked down as you with a subtle smile on his lips. You reached a hand up to his cheek, running your thumb along the stubble from where his beard was growing in, feeling his cheeks shift into a larger smile. He wrapped an arm further around your waist and pulled you into his chest. Auston looked at you like you were his entire world and his heart lurched in his chest at yet another grip you were securing on it. He wanted to lean down and kiss you. He wanted to walk through the door to your soul that he had been waiting behind for so long because for the first time, standing there with your hand on his cheek and you looking at him the way that you were, it felt like it was finally opening for him. 

But the moment was fleeting and as your eyes scattered away from his and you stepped back, his heart dropped. Because in that moment he could almost see the intricate parts of your mind racing, probably regretting getting so close to him in the first place. He didn’t get to kiss you that night, but as you threw on his sweatshirt and crawled into bed next to him, letting your head fall onto his chest, he let himself wander back to the idea of your feelings being reciprocated. It was that feeling that left him softly smiling as he fell asleep. 

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“I have one last surprise for this trip.” Auston came out into the kitchen. He stood behind you and reached an arm around to grab a mug, resting his other hand on your waist as he did so. You were growing almost too accustomed to the subtle touches shared on this trip, to falling asleep in his arms. You were in your own almost blissful world, and there was a part of you that had been thinking about taking the leap and kissing him. Because in this blissful world, reality didn’t exist. You weren’t going back to Arizona tomorrow, and you weren’t ultimately going back to Toronto to your separate apartments. In this reality, you could stay with Auston forever, without the pressures of everything that real life brought both of you. 

“Do enlighten me on the latest Auston Matthews surprise experience, because I must say that I am enjoying it.” You teased, passing him the coffee pot that was in front of you. You spun around to face him and his smile grew. There was a soft glow to his smile and his eyes that had your heart racing even faster than it already was previously, and you bit your lip as you waited for a response. 

“We’re going skating.” He grinned, a satisfactory laugh coming from him as he watched your eyes go wide and mouth hang open just slightly. You had only skated once in your life, and it was when you were seven. Your older brother had shoved you onto the ice and you tumbled, breaking your arm in the process. Ever since then, skating was the one fear you had, which was slightly ironic considering the person you were essentially in love with did it for a living. 

“Auston… you know I don’t know how to skate.” You glanced over at him, his hand reassuringly came to rest on your hip, a soft squeeze that sent shivers running through your body at the contact. He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead and you nearly fell over. The line that the two of you were balancing on felt like it had been crossed with the intimacy of the kiss. It was a simple, quick, but tender kiss to the forehead, and it was rushing into your heart, causing it to react and demand more from him. 

“Time to learn, babe.” He patted your hip and walked out of the kitchen. The disconnect from his body no longer pressed almost against yours was almost excruciating. You stood there in the kitchen for what felt like hours just replaying the moment in your mind. You were so focussed on how badly you wanted him that you didn’t even register the fear that you normally felt when it came to the idea of skating. 

Later that afternoon, after resolving yourself to the fact that you were definitely not getting out of this surprise, and realizing that he even bought new skates for you, Auston led you through a snow-covered pathway on your way to the frozen lake. The walk was quiet, the only sounds coming from your feet crunching in the snow. As you got closer and the lake came into view, you were regretting leaving Felix at the cabin because he could have been a great excuse to use to get out of this. 

Auston spotted a small bench and instructed you to sit down on it. He sat down beside you and lifted a leg into your lap, sliding the skate on and beginning to tie it securely for you. You watched as his hands moved, tightening the laces. When he was done with both skates, his hand slid up your shin, a soft reassuring smile on his face as he tapped your leg indicating that you needed to move so he could put on his own skates. You were starting to get more and more nervous as he finished lacing his up and grabbed your hands, helping you stand on the edge of the lake. Auston took a few steps backwards, guiding you to the very edge of the frozen lake. Your stomach dropped when he stepped out, the sound of skates hitting the ice shocking you back into the reality of what you were doing. 

“No railing baby, you’ve got to hold onto me or accept that you might fall.” Auston teased as you stood at the edge of the lake. This felt like a disaster waiting to happen, a tragic ending to what would have been the cute cheesy skating scene in one of those terrible lifetime Christmas movies. You felt slightly ridiculous out there, but Auston didn’t see it that way. He saw this as another opportunity to help you have the best possible Christmas even if you were away from your family. 

“You know.. what if I just sit here and watch you?” You offered, biting your lip as he skated to the edge of the lake. He positioned himself right in front of you and took your gloves hands in his, guiding you slowly onto the ice. 

“I’ve got you, I won’t let you fall, okay?” He reassured you. If only he knew that falling on the ice was the least of your concerns when it came to the meaning of that word. Auston reached for your hand, silently lacing his fingers with yours as he guided you into taking your first step. You crashed into him, hands flailing into his chest as he laughed softly at you. 

“It’s not funny!” You whined, grasping onto him as tightly as you could. Auston didn’t mind the contact, he wanted to be with you all the time, his heart carefully locked in your possession to keep, whether you knew it or not. If anyone told him that he’d have gone through all of this for a person who he wasn’t even dating, he would have laughed in their face. But you were different, and no matter how hard he tried to pretend you were just a friend, he knew he was potentially setting himself up for a shattered soul if you didn’t feel the same way that he did. 

You let Auston guide you around the ice, his hands secure on your body to prevent you from falling. When he guided you off the ice, you sat straight down onto the same bench you had previously. Auston leaned in front of you, grabbing the back of the bench with his hands on either side of you. For a moment you let your mind drift, thinking about what it would be like to reach out and grab the strings tauntingly hanging from his sweatshirt and pulling him into you from where he was standing. You thought about how you could press your lips softly to his, reaching your hand through his hair to pull him closer into you. You felt your stomach in knots as you thought about kissing him, something you’d been wanting to do for a while, but never had the courage to, and it wasn’t until he waved a hand in front of your face that you realized you weren’t kissing him, it was just an image projected from your imagination as you sat there, wishing your feelings away so that you wouldn’t constantly be rejected in your own head. 

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The two of you set off on the drive back to Scottsdale the next day, leaving behind the bliss of being unplugged and away from everyone for just a few days. The whole experience almost felt like a melatonin induced dream, the last three days spent with him. But as you settled back into the guest room in his Arizona house on Christmas Eve, your bed felt cold and empty without him. 

Christmas day had come and was nearly over, and you smiled more than you thought that you would. It was weird how the short trip had changed your perspective over the whole holiday. You weren’t nearly as homesick as you had been. You were genuinely enjoying yourself, and felt like you belonged right where you were as you helped Ema in the kitchen with Christmas dinner. You felt a sense of ease finally about Auston, clarity slowly drifting from your heart to your brain about how you felt about him. 

You had excused yourself after dinner to go up to the roof once more, just taking some time to let all of your feelings settle. The reality of going back to Toronto was starting to creep back in. Soon you would be home and back in the routine of the second half of the hockey season. Auston would go back to being gone all of the time, and you would go back to work, the fleeting feelings you were experiencing would pass, and you’d get back to the place that you had been before where you were content with him just being your friend. 

Auston however, had different hopes for the last few hours of this short escape from Toronto. He loved his job, he loved his teammates and the city, but he’d be lying to everyone and himself if he didn’t admit that you were one of his favorite parts of the whole thing. He lit up whenever he’d see you in the crowd, the same old Maple Leafs beanie you had since your high school days adorned on your head. You fit seamlessly into his life in every single way except for the most important one, and he had enough of it. This week spent with you had shown him that he needed to be honest. He needed to release his heart from the weight of his own growing feelings for you, and there were moments where he truly thought that you were going to catch it. He needed to take the chance, he might explode if he didn’t. 

The gift was entirely too much, it was too sentimental, too heartfelt, too every other adjective in the dictionary for the word much, and Auston knew that. He knew that this gift sealed any chance at keeping his feelings opaque, the transparency of the glass felt like a metaphor for a window into his own heart. But he didn’t care. He didn’t care that it was too much, all he wanted was for the horribly wrapped confession to somehow be enough for you. Auston took a deep breath as he held the box, the one that Bre had helped him wrap just the night previously. You were up on the roof, sitting peacefully as you watched the sunset over the skyline. The palm trees and dry terrain are vastly different than what you were used to in December. It was almost like you had a sixth sense he was behind you because he swore he felt his heart drop into his stomach when you turned your head just enough, showing a warm and soft smile as he tentatively stepped toward you. 

You were in one of his sweatshirts and your hair was up, a look that in all your years of knowing each other he never got tired of. You were everything to him, and he had been so sure about how he felt about you right from the beginning. But, you weren’t ready. At the time you had just had a bad breakup, your heart was tucked in a locked box in your chest, no hope of it being unlocked by anyone else for a long time. But, a long time had been coming, and now that you were here, in Arizona, in his sweatshirt, smiling at him, he could only hope that you would at least consider giving your heart to him. 

Auston stepped out onto the roof again, a familiar feeling settling into his chest from just a few days prior. You lifted your eyes up to meet his, this time a genuine smile adorning your lips as the moon and small patio light lit up your face. He sat down next to you once again, handing you the small, wrapped gift that he had been holding.

“I have one last surprise for you.” He quietly spoke. 

You took the box in your hands and you slowly unwrapped the gift.  You set the paper down under your thigh and pulled out the small snow globe, letting it feel heavy in your hands. Your fingers traced over the details, the fetched mountains in the glass and the hint of green pointing through the white snow. It was a simple gift, something plucked straight out of a bad holiday movie, but you didn’t care because it came from him, and the thought behind it was better than any tangible gift he could have bought for you.

“Turns out, snow is very hard to come by around here.” He smiled down at you. You looked at Auston with a new perspective filling your mind, you noticed all of the things about him that you were blissfully ignoring before for the sake of guarding your own heart and hiding your own feelings. You knew his eyes softened when he looked at you, you just chose not to see it until now. 

“Auston-“ you started, but his eyes shifted as he spoke. His entire speech was tossed off the side of the roof, he was going with his gut here. He was going to tell you how he felt, because he simply couldn’t hold it in any longer. 

“This is probably the worst time for this. And you deserve better than some shitty rooftop confession on Christmas. But, I like you. I like you so much, I have probably since shortly after we met, and I know I didn’t make snow fall like I promised, but that doesn’t change how I feel about you. How badly I want to kiss you, how badly I want to just say that I love you all the time.”

“Auston, you talk too much.” You smiled at him. Everything felt warm, and it wasn’t just because of the slight heat in the air, or his body closely hovering above yours. You were warm because you loved him, a concept that you weren’t expecting yet somehow ended up prepared for. 

“Well, I’ll shut up and kiss you, then.” He teased, smiling into a soft kiss. Your hand tangled in his hair, and your eyes fluttered closed as you melted into him. 

“Oh, and I love you too.” You smiled as you leaned in to kiss him once more. Sure it wasn’t Toronto. It wasn’t that blissful three days in the mountains. There weren’t lights or trees or snow or anything that you’d traditionally associate with December 25th, but you had Auston in exactly the way that you had wanted him for a long time, and somehow that was better than all of it combined. 

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Long Distance Love

Summary: When her best friend convinces her to sign up for online dating, she doesn't expect to fall for a wannabe cop from Chicago. But meeting Adam in person opens up a whole new world for her.

Words: 4.4k

Warnings: Canon typical events, pulling from some s3 Fire events.

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Sylvie had thought that online dating would be a waste of time. But after Harrison had humiliated her by calling the wedding off the week before it was due to happen, Hope had insisted that signing up to OkCupid was a good idea. So she took some selfies, connected her camera to her ageing laptop, and uploaded the photos, The internet connection at her parents house wasn’t great - the Xfinity line didn’t quite come to their property - but she managed to get it working.

The first few matches were useless, guys who acted like Harrison, who were looking for housewives. She was 24, and while getting married by her age was normal she loved her job. She changed her profile, adding the photo of her and Susan on shift in the ambulance, and suddenly her matches dropped. But the ones she got were better.

She opened her email, the subject line making her smile - BearsnCubs4lyf has sent you a message - and pulled up the website. He was cute, with floofy hair and kind eyes, an easy smile on his face and his arm around someone. As Sylvie read his profile he sounded cuter.

Adam, 27, never actually done this before. Currently waiting on my entry date for the Chicago PD Academy, so working odd jobs till I get it. Six foot (and can prove it), athletic, enjoys heading out for a beer and staying in. Looking for someone who knows what she wants and wants to get there, but wants a partner to support her.

His message was sweet too, so Sylvie started typing.

Hey, nice to chat too! Any idea when you’re starting at the academy? I’m a paramedic in Indiana, so probably quieter than Chicago but we do a lot with what we have.

It took less than a minute for him to reply, and two days later they were texting, only pausing when Sylvie was on shift or Adam was working the bar at his dad’s friend’s place for rent money. They agreed to meet up in Gary to get coffee and see if the spark in their texts actually translated to meeting in person. Adam had offered to travel closer to her, which she appreciated, but she was the one with full time work and didn’t mind spending extra on gas.

She played with the ends of her hair, watching the door for him to come through. She’d seen photos, they’d talked on the phone for hours - she’d even heard his dad’s voice during one of their calls - but actually meeting him in person was a totally different proposition. But the second a tall man walked through the doors, she just knew it was Adam. He ordered his drink and came over, a broad smile on his face.

“Sylvie, it’s so good to actually meet you in person. Is it weird to hug?” She stood and walked into his open arms, feeling him wrap them around her. Sylvie Brett had never believed in love at first sight, she’d never believed in soul mates. She’d seen how hard her parents had worked at their marriage, that it was a job but was so worth it. But when Adam touched her hand she smiled, a jolt of electricity passing through them.

Their conversation was stilted at the start, both trying to work out exactly what to say. But once they got into a rhythm it didn’t stop, the two of them mentioning things they’d already brought up in their conversations.

“Did you have much on shift two days ago? Thanks for coming out today, I know it must be tough when you’re facing 24 hours tomorrow.” Adam’s hand was on hers, his thumb rubbing the back of her hand as he spoke.

“It wasn’t busy. I love what I do, but constant car crashes and not being able to help a lot is tough. We’re so under resourced, the Christmas fundraiser is the biggest thing for the department to bring in money. It’s weird, you talk about Chicago being so busy, I’m in a town of 210 people.”

“Hey, that sounds nice. I mean, not with the shit about your ex, but knowing everyone. It’s like that on my dad’s block, it’s the house I grew up in and I used to be able to go anywhere and they’d know me.”

They were dawdling over their coffees, knowing they needed to leave but not wanting to.

“So, want to go for a walk? Might be fun,” Adam asked, Sylvie grinning at his words.

“That sounds perfect, yeah. If you want dinner there’s a little Italian place a few blocks away, I think?”

They walked out hand in hand, finding the restaurant Sylvie had mentioned and walking in. She tried not to notice how well their hands fit together, not wanting to get her hopes up. But they sat and ate, Adam making stupid jokes to make her laugh.

“Why are you doing that? It’s fun, but you don’t need to,” she said over their mains, after Adam told her the story of how he’d pranked his high school principal by covering his car in plastic wrap.

“You look even prettier when you smile,” he replied, Sylvie looking down and blushing. It just felt so easy for them.

By the time they finished it was almost five, Sylvie having to leave for her drive home.

“Can I walk you to your car?” She barely even needed to nod when Adam took her hand again as she directed him to where she’d parked.

“This is me.” Sylvie indicated to her dad’s grey truck that she’d driven in, Adam smiling at it.

“I didn’t see you as a truck girl, but it makes sense. Text me when you make it home?” He asked, and Sylvie turned around to him.

“Definitely. And maybe we could do this again some time? If you’re interested?”

“I’d really like that.” He leaned down to kiss her, Sylvie standing on her tiptoes to reach his lips.

It had been over six years since she’d kissed someone who wasn’t Harrison, and the only thing she could think was why hadn’t she done this sooner. They separated for air, Adam’s forehead against hers, both gasping in the chill March air.

She texted as soon as she got home, already missing him. They did another date in Gary the week before Easter, and in mid April she drove up to Chicago to spend her weekend off with him. It was easy and sweet, the two of them making out on his couch like teenagers, wandering around where he grew up. They ran into his dad while he was working, Adam introducing her as his new girlfriend, Sylvie.

“Nice to meet you, Sylvie. Adam, bring her over for dinner tonight.” It was a command from Bob, and Sylvie turned up at Adam’s childhood home, smiling and making the most of it. When they left the house Adam kissed her, smiling.

“Thank you. And if you want me to drive down to meet your family, I will. I think this could be really good between us.”

“So do I.”

Every three weeks she’d go to Chicago to see Adam, and he came down once in between each of her trips to meet her family and spend time with her. He came down early one day to surprise her at the end of the shift, Sylvie wrapping her arms around him walking out of the firehouse as he spun her around, the delight clear on her face.

The first time they walked into Harrison when they were walking hand in hand to the car after one of her shifts, Sylvie was worried, but she had no reason to be.

“Sylvie, good to see you. Who’s this?” He asked, in his suit and rumpled shirt and tie.

“Harrison Graham, meet my boyfriend, Adam Ruzek. Adam, this is Harrison.” She felt Adam’s hand tighten slightly around hers, her thumb rubbing circles on the back of his hand.

“Nice to meet you. What do you do?” Harrison asked, looking up at Adam who stayed calm.

“I’m a cop in Chicago. Sylvie and I met through work, nice to meet you too. We better go, Darlin’, your Mom told me that she’s gonna have breakfast for us when you’re finished, don’t wanna be late for Monica Brett’s pancakes.” She smiled at his words, nodding.

“Yeah, Mom will be annoyed if it’s gone cold. See you soon, Harrison.” They continued down the street, and when they got into her car Adam leaned over to kiss her.

“I’m sorry to say this about your previous taste in men, but he’s a prick with a bad taste in suits. And he ruined my surprise.”

“What surprise?” Sylvie was confused, actually getting called out for a nighttime call meant she hadn’t had much sleep.

“I start in the Academy September first. I know it’s gonna be hard for us, but I want us to make it work?” He looked so nervous saying it, but Sylvie just leaned over to kiss him again.

“I want us to work. We’re good for each other, Adam.” She took a deep breath. It had been five and a half months since they’d started texting in February, and it almost felt too soon. But looking into his brown eyes she knew she had to say it. “Plus, I love you. I’m not letting you leave my life that easily.”

Her words made him grin, nodding. “I love you too.”

Sylvie took a day of furlough to be there for his first day in the academy, waiting outside his apartment when he arrived home, a grin on his face. But it was the last time they spent time together in person for a month, and going from twice a month to every six weeks was harder than she’d expected.

It was sitting at her parents kitchen table that Sylvie made the decision, a mug of coffee in her hand as her mother sat opposite her.

“Penny for them?” Monica asked, sliding into the seat opposite. “Or is it about Adam?”

That her parents approved of her boyfriend gave Sylvie a lot more pleasure than she’d admit.

“Yeah. I knew that it was going to be hard when he started in the academy, he’s got so much less free time. I miss him a lot.” She took a breath, looking up at her mother. “Chicago Fire Department are looking for paramedics to transfer in. He hasn’t asked me to, but I think I’m going to apply. I need out of here, Mom. And I think Adam and I have something. He always asks me how work was, and he wants me to stick at it. He doesn’t expect me to just stop because he thinks I’m going to pop out babies. Fowlerton isn’t home for me anymore.” Sylvie expected more pushback, but her mother just nodded.

“I always knew you’d want to get out of here. Ever since you were young you wanted to roam. And then when I was sick you became a homebody, but I knew it wouldn’t last. Talk to Adam about it, but if it feels right to you? Do it. He’s a good man, and it’s obvious he cares about you.”

“Thanks, Mom.”

On Sylvie’s next trip to Chicago she brought her application. They were sitting on Adam’s couch, the two of them eating Thai food and laughing when she brought it up.

“So…CFD are hiring qualified paramedics to transfer in. I filled out the application, I wanted to know what you thought?” She looked up at him, suddenly nervous.

“You mean you’d be in Chicago full time?”

“Yeah. It’d be the same shift cycle, but I’d be here. Twenty four on, forty eight o—“ she was cut off with the force of his kiss.

“Move in with me. Saves you finding a roommate, move in with me. Please.”

When Sylvie said she was going to move to Chicago, Adam couldn’t have been happier. They had to spend Christmas apart - she was working the actual day, covering a shift for a coworker with kids. They exchanged texts that morning, and he spent the day with his pops. But the next morning he got up with his three am alarm, getting in the jeep and driving down to Fowlerton to arrive at her parents as she arrived home.

Monica and John Brett had always been good to him, and when he arrived down the driveway John helped him hide the jeep around the side of the house, greeting Adam with a hug. He’d never been the kind of guy who bought presents for his girlfriend’s parents, but he handed John a bottle of scotch, giving Monica a bouquet of flowers and a cook book she’d mentioned wanting to look at. Even Sylvie’s little brother, Ben, got the new Xbox game he wanted. It’d been a stretch, and he’d had to pick up a few bar shifts, but it was worth it. They treated him like family, and he wanted to do the same for them.

When Sylvie arrived in he was sitting at the kitchen table, mug of coffee in hand as he heard her key in the door.

“Mom, Dad, I’m home. It was quiet, I don’t think I’m gonna nap…Adam?” The shock in her voice was clear as he turned around, her smile slowly spreading.

“Hey Darlin’. I figured we could do Christmas today instead?” She jumped and hugged him, Adam spinning her around carefully in the crowded kitchen, her parents laughing at their display.

They’d delayed Christmas dinner for Sylvie to be off shift, and Adam helped them with setting the table and gave Monica a hand in the kitchen.

“You don’t need to do this, you’re a guest.” She tried waving him off, but he refused to leave.

“Sorry Mrs. Brett, but I don’t want to just sit around. It’s nice to be able to help.” She got him to bring out the bowls of food, everyone sitting around the table and sharing their meal. His dinner the day before had been a TV dinner his dad had picked up, and he hadn’t had a big family Christmas since he was a kid before his parents split up. Monica tried to stop him helping with the dishes but he insisted, taking a dish towel and drying what he was directed to.

It was after dinner when they were all in the living room, his arm around Sylvie’s shoulder as she snuggled into him, that John asked how the Academy was going.

“Yeah, it’s good. I’m four months in, two months to go. And then we’ve got another year of on the job training before I’m fully qualified. They take it seriously, I needed to go to college before I could even apply.” Sylvie shifted as she dozed, Adam making sure she stayed asleep.

“Sounds impressive. Do you know what you’ll be doing when you’re finished?”

“Yeah, I’ve been assigned to the fifth district, mostly downtown Chicago. My dad’s in the thirteenth, he wanted me to go there but I didn’t want his name to be mine. I want to take it seriously.”

They watched movies, Sylvie stirring after a few minutes.

“I didn’t mean to fall asleep, sorry,” she murmured, Adam just pushing a kiss to her forehead.

“You’re fine, you’ve had a long day. Nap if you want to.” He ran his fingers through her hair, but Sylvie sat up.

“I want to give you your present. You deserve it.” She sat up, stretching and getting a wrapped parcel from under the tree. Adam followed with hers, the two swapping and opening at the same time.

Adam opened the carefully wrapped package with a neat bow, a brand new pair of Carhartt boots in their box. They were dark leather, able to be worn when he’d start on patrol in a few months.

“You mentioned that yours were hurting your feet, I figure if you’ll be walking around so long you deserve to have something comfortable,” Sylvie said, Adam pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“They’re perfect, thanks Darlin’.”

He watched her open hers, suddenly nervous. What if she thought it was silly? But when she started smiling opening the jewellery box he knew he’d done the right thing. He’d gotten her a necklace with the state of Indiana outlined on it, a small diamond marking where Fowlerton was. Also in the box was a key to his apartment - their apartment once she got accepted by CFD - and she grinned with it.

“Put it on?” She lifted her hair up, Adam slipping the tiny clasp on.

The next day they drove to Chicago, Adam giving her a ride. Sylvie offered to drive herself, but he had no issue doing the round trip back to Fowlerton to bring her home. The more time spent together the better. When they arrived into his apartment building he stopped at the mailbox, pulling out the few letters that had arrived. Sylvie opened the door with her new key, Adam flicking through - student loans, his cable bill, a letter for Sylvie Brett. Because of the Chicago residency requirement she’d put the apartment down as her address.

“Sylvie, it came.”

He handed it over, watching her stare at the white envelope, almost in shock.

“What if I didn’t get in? What if they don’t want someone with my experience? What if I have to stay in Fowlerton?”

“Hey, hey, calm down. Worst case scenario I have to do two years in CPD. And then I can move to Fowlerton with you. We’re going to make this work, because we love each other and it’s worth it. Right?” She stood on tiptoe to kiss him, smiling slightly.

“Right. I love you.”

“Love you too, Darlin’. Let’s see what they say.”

Sylvie opened the envelope with shaking hands, pulling the letter out.

“Dear Miss Brett, we are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted as a Paramedic by the Chicago Fire Department!” She half spoke half laughed as she finished the sentence, Adam picking her up and swinging her around with glee, the two holding onto each other and smiling.

It was three weeks later that Sylvie moved to Chicago, sharing his apartment. Adam thought they’d find it hard to spend so much time together, but instead it was easy. She’d been assigned to a Firehouse, met her PIC, and came home from shifts smiling and exhausted. It was completely different to Fowlerton, but Adam could see how much his girlfriend loved it.

His first day in Intelligence was a dream, and when he arrived home Sylvie was making dinner. She didn’t do it often - she’d told him about Harrison expecting food on the table when he got in - and Adam was more than happy to cook for her.

“You’re back late. What’s going on?”

“I got pulled out of the academy to help a unit today. And they want me to do everything with them, my training and all.” She turned from the stove, smiling at him.

“That’s a good thing, right?” She asked, Adam nodding.

“Yeah. I don’t know why, but yeah. I report to the 21st tomorrow. I’m skipping patrol, it looks like.”

“I am so proud of you right now.” Sylvie leaned over to kiss him before going back to cooking. “I’m in the mood for pasta and not having takeout, is that good?”

“Yeah, of course.”

They’d made an agreement to keep their work lives separate. Sylvie would mention when she was called to a scene involving CPD, but they’d never been at the same place at the same time. They went on a date night to Molly’s, Sylvie introducing him to her coworkers. They were a tight knit bunch, and he felt awkward, but nodded and hung out with them for the night.

Adam was finally feeling like he was getting his bearings in Intelligence, keenly aware of the chance he’d been given and not wanting to waste it. He’d come home exhausted, but the day he was handed his badge and told it was his was one of the happiest days he’d had. He and Sylvie were great, and the officer he’d started talking to, Burgess, got brought up so he didn’t feel so alone as the only non detective. They were milling around the bullpen, waiting for instructions when Jay slammed his phone down after a call.

“Sarge!” Voight came from his office. “That was Severide from 51, their paramedics are missing. They were called to a scene five hours ago, never returned. They took a ride down to the scene, the ambo was there, patient was there, Shay and Brett are missing.”

Adam’s blood ran cold. Not Sylvie. Not his girlfriend. He had a ring at home for her, he was going to propose. She had to be ok. The alternative wasn’t worth even contemplating.

“Jay, are you sure that’s what he said? Brett and Shay?” He could hear the terror in his voice, but it didn’t matter. Al raised his head, the realisation of Adam’s question hitting him.

“Yeah. It’s been at least five hours, we need to run POD footage. I was gonna head down to the scene.”

“I’m coming too.” They all looked at him. “My girlfriend, Sylvie? She’s Sylvie Brett, and that’s her ambulance. I can’t stay here looking at footage, I need to do something.”

“Go. Stay with Halstead, don’t do anything stupid.” He nodded at Voight, grabbing his jacket and following Jay down the back stairs to a car. The silence was stiff for a few moments until Jay spoke.

“How come you never mentioned she was a paramedic?” Adam swallowed, wondering how to explain.

“We met online before I was even in the academy. When I started there CFD were looking for paramedics to transfer in, so she decided to move up here instead of us still doing long distance. But we try to keep work separate, y’know?” He tapped his fingers on his thigh, staring out the window as the lights and sirens were going.

“I get it. When she’s back bring her to Molly’s the next time we’re going out. You need to keep calm here, ok? I will send you back if you’re not.” Adam nodded as they pulled up, the back doors to Sylvie’s ambulance swinging open, the semi familiar faces of her coworkers there.

“Halstead.” Severide and Casey came over, shaking his hand. “Adam? What’re you doing here?” They took in the badge hanging around his neck, nodding.

“Officer Ruzek’s in Intelligence as well. We said we’d both come down.”

Adam didn’t really remember what was going on for most of the drive as they tracked the town car, but his terror at seeing the wreck was all encompassing. That Sylvie wasn’t in the car was the only good thing, making him relax ever so slightly.

They fanned out, and he spotted the alcohol swabs that filled their apartment after one of her shifts, and he called them over. It was like breadcrumbs, and Severide opened the warehouse door with one of his tools as they took the abductors into custody. Jay just tapped his shoulder as Sylvie came out of the room, shaking and pale, her hands bloody.

“Sylvie!” He called, and she ran straight into his arms. “I’ve got you, I’ve got you. You’re ok.” He held her as she calmed, Severide doing the same to Shay, the rest of the Firehouse stepping back to let the women compose themselves.

“We need you to come to the precinct for a statement, ok? I don’t know if I can take it, but I can be in the room. I’ve some of those swabs, want to clean your hands?” She nodded, taking them and cleaning her hands and wrists. Adam put his arm around her shoulder, bringing her back to the car to come to the precinct, Patrol already taking the abductors.

He held her hand the entire way into the precinct, Trudy looking across and nodding as they walked in. Kim was the one to take the statement, soft and careful with her. Adam had to stay quiet, but he held onto her as she spoke.

“We had a patient die last shift, secondary drowning. Shay said he was Papa Lullo’s kid, he was just fifteen. They said something about Lullo when they took us, but I can’t remember. I’ve never dealt with anything like that.”

“You’ve done great, Sylvie. Seriously. We can use this. Go home, try relax. And once you’re ready come out with us some night, I want to get all of the gossip about this guy, understood?” Sylvie smiled, nodding.

“Not much to give. Thanks, Kim. Can I stay here till Adam’s finished? I don’t want to go home alone, and Boden’s taken the house off shift and sent everyone home.”

“Of course.”

It was three hours later Voight got a confession, Adam not wanting to know what he’d done to get it. But Sylvie was safe, they had a lead to get Lullo, and his girlfriend wouldn’t be harmed again. He couldn’t let that happen.

“Go home, everyone. We’ve a location for Lullo tomorrow. We’re ending this once and for all, gangs are backing us up on the raid.”

Adam held Sylvie’s hand as they drove home and went upstairs, grabbing the ring box out of the dresser when he claimed he was going to the bathroom. They sat on the couch together, curled up and the tv on for noise.

“I didn’t believe it was your voice when you were there,” Sylvie whispered, Adam tightening his arms around her.

“They said the ambulance from 51 was in trouble and I just snapped. I had to be there. I’m so glad you’re ok, I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“It’s a mutual feeling.” She leaned up to kiss him, and Adam knew it was the right moment.

“Well that’s good. I called your parents last week, told them I was doing this. Sylvie Brett, will you marry me? Please?” He was so nervous looking down at her, but Sylvie’s smile was blinding.

“Yes. Without a doubt, Adam, I can’t wait to marry you.” He pulled the ring out of his pocket, sliding it on her finger and watching it fit perfectly. They sat in their happy bubble for a few more hours, ignoring the world and the trauma of the day because they had each other.

[straycat-writes]

I'm not sure if you write for AUs, but a reader in the same high school as the BSD characters would be fun! Maybe some S/O headcanons for Aku, Atsu, Dazai and Chuuya?

[This was so much fun to write :D]

Highschool AU

Akutagawa Ryuunosuke:

Theatre kid, but also the dark and mysterious loner.

He acts like he doesn’t care much about anything, least of all academics, but he actually works quite hard.

Repeatedly gets into trouble with authority, but since he’s fairly gifted at nearly everything, they let it slide  

Refuses to believe that, though, because he holds himself to stupidly high standards. What’s the point of just being good at something? He has to be the best.

If you’re interested in him, you’re going to have to be the one to broach the subject, because there’s no way in hell he’d ever do it, even if he reciprocates.

When him and his s/o first start dating, people give them weird looks in the hallways. The resident mysterious loner? In a relationship? It’s the talk everywhere for quite a while.

You would have to walk him a little through the motions of being in a relationship. Suggest date ideas, drag him to a movie, stay up late texting him, and wouldn’t be long before he picks up and starts reciprocating these gestures.

He’s a little clueless, but he means well, please be patient with my dark floofy babey

He’s too intimidating for anyone else to approach him, anyway, but even so, he treats his s/o like they’re the only person that matters in the world.

Atsushi Nakajima:

Probably the most normal of them all xD

Teachers adore him, classmates look up to him, and his friends love him beyond measure. He’s just so sweet that you can’t help but like him.

Very helpful. Will agree to crash tutor you the night before exam if you ask him to.

Probably on the track team too.

His friends mean a lot to him, and he’s very amicable to everyone in general. The kind of person to invite you to his cafeteria table if he sees you sitting alone.

Gifted at athletics as well as academics, but gets flustered and politely denies if somebody praises him for it.

It’s not effortless, though. He works very hard for everything he has achieved.

Will crush on you from afar for months on end before his friends finally get fed up and physically push him to you.

“E-eh? I’m sorry, I d-didn’t mean to bump into you like that. I just…I wanted…uhhh wouldyouliketoogooutwithmesometime!?”

Is over the moon when you say yes, and even more so when the two of you progress into a relationship.

The sweetest boyfriend ever. If you tell him you’ve had a bad day, he will turn up outside your door with chocolates and cozy up to watch some sappy feel-good movie to make you feel better.

He is nice, but that doesn’t mean he will ever tolerate anyone talking shit about you or your relationship with him. Do not test him.

Dazai Osamu:

Resident popular bastard. You cannot convince me otherwise.

Also double-times as the class clown sometimes. Being constantly sleep-deprived and having no self-preservation instincts definitely proves helpful for that.

Verrry popular with the ladies, but doesn’t stick with one for too long.

Also gets into trouble with authority a lot, but manages to smooth-talk his way out of it.

Plus, he’s so effortlessly gifted at everything he tries that it makes him kind of indispensable. Academics, sports, art, music, extra-curriculars, you name it, this dude has got it nailed. The school cannot afford to put him in too much trouble.

However, just because he’s a prodigy doesn’t mean he actually cares much about any of it. The only things Dazai cares about is amusing himself enough so that he doesn’t kill himself for one more day.

Has a secret affinity for classic literature and poetry, but hates the teacher.

Doesn’t pay attention in class and never studies for any of the exams but still manages to ace every single one of them, somehow.

The kind of person to throw paper balls at the teacher during class because he’s bored.

Gets along with most people, but has a small, intimate circle of friends he really cares about.

When he first starts dating you, most people don’t even bat an eye, because this is Dazai Osamu. He has a new girl hanging off his arm every week, let’s see how long this one lasts. Which is why they’re so surprised when it has been months and he’s still so hopelessly, head over heels in love with you.

Being taken does not decrease the amount of female attention he gets, and although he still revels in it and has fun making you jealous sometimes, at the end of the day, he only really has eyes for you.

“I have a plan, belladonna. Let’s commit double-suicide in front of everyone on our graduation day!”

Nakahara Chuuya:

Quite popular with everyone, and why wouldn’t he be? He’s beautiful, rich, and throws the best and wildest parties.

He is rich, but not arrogant. You might think he’s a jock, but that’s not actually true either. He is extremely good at sports and athletics, but refuses to actually join any of the teams.

Quite serious about his academics. He has got his eye on all of the ivy league colleges.

He’s actually very smart, but that gets overlooked in lieu of all his other qualities.

Scores fairly good in almost everything, but his best subject is physics. He is a literal genius at that.

Will reluctantly agree if you ask him to tutor you.

He doesn’t actively start fights, but he never backs down from one either. You have to be an absolute idiot to provoke him, because he is strong and will not hesitate to break your face and hand your ass back to you.

Is the crush of almost all the girls in his year, plus some more.

Who can blame them, though? Have you seen him??

Is ridiculously good at playing the guitar, but hardly anyone knows about that.

Not actually that much into dating, but the first time he lays eyes on you, he’s dumbstruck. You have him completely whipped, and you haven’t even talked to him yet.

He will muddle through his head for days on end, trying to come up with the best way to ask you out. He wants to be very suave and gentlemanly and completely sweep you off your feet.

Ends up a nervous mess when he actually tries.

“So, uhm, would you – uh – would you maybe go out with me sometime?”

Cue his sigh of relief when you reply with, “I’d love to.”

He’s gruff and intimidating with everyone else, but very sweet with you. Will even watch cheesy romance movies with you if you pester him enough.

Flowers bouquets and sneaking you out at midnight for bike rides

You are sure to incite the rage and animosity of many girls if you do start to date him. Not to worry, though. He would defend you against any and everyone, because you are the one he cares about, not any of them.

[lovenhlboys]

From A Distance (E.Pettersson X Reader)  

Chapter 3

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A/N: Hellooooo there!!! here is the next chapter, sorry it took me so long, I hope the others will not take nearly as long!! anyways, I really hope you like it and lmk what you think PLEASE!!! Also biggest thanks to Ash cause like, why not, she’s helped me with this and literally everything😂😂

ALSO this one is from both of their POVs, so the change in POV is signalized by:

Y/N= regular ELIAS= italics

(any other info is on the masterlist)

Warnings: lots of cursing, mentions of Pretty Little Liars, another attempt at Swedish (if its wrong pls lmk) I think thats it, if you think I missed a warning please inform me!!! 

Summary: Brock has a plan... he executes it.

Word Count: 2.7k

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For you, your hardcore crush on Elias was very secretive. Only you, Quinn, and Marky know about it and you are not about to tell anyone else. Elias, he’s so funny, his humor is the exact same as yours and he never fails to make you laugh, even though he barely talks to you. He makes fun of your brother, just like you, and is extremely quick-witted with his comebacks.

And as for Elias, he's the only one who knows about his feelings, because he has worked hard to suppressed them. She has the best laugh. Elias tries his hardest to make her laugh whenever he can because every time he hears it makes his chest fill with warmth.

He has the best style and it’s so fun to see what he wears. Every once in a while there are a few questionable items, but overall, he always looks great. You love to see that he’s willing to take those fashionable risks. It’s better than what every other hockey player wears. The go-to of shorts and a t-shirt with a beanie. 

She looks amazing in everything that she wears without even trying. She could be in a dirty sweatshirt and sweatpants and he would still think she was the most beautiful girl he's ever seen. Her hair, her shoulders, the curve of her hips and back, all of it was perfect. But his favorite thing had to be her legs, they went on for days and the contour of her muscles was so beautiful to him. Safe to say any day she wore shorts, Elias had to try extra hard not to stare.

He has the most beautiful face you've ever known. His jawline was immaculate, like nothing you'd ever seen. His light golden blonde hair was so unique and it reflected the light in the prettiest way, at every angle. His smile, while dorky, was also something you couldn't stop yourself from staring at, always making you smile too, at how adorable he looked when he was happy. 

She is totally off-limits.

He doesn’t like you.

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PRESENT

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You loved your brother, but my god could he be stupid sometimes. He’d texted you TWENTY minutes ago to meet him in the break room and he still wasn’t there. You’d texted him 7 times and he hadn’t responded. You had started to text him an eighth time when the door opened.

“There you ar- Oh. Hi Elias, what’re you doing here?” instead of your brother, like you had thought, it was the gorgeous swede, wearing a pair of glasses that complemented all of his features, a light blue sweatshirt, a backwards snapback, and a nice pair of black sweatpants...needless to say he looked quite sexy. Especially compared to you, you were wearing one of Quinn’s Canucks sweatshirts (that you definitely didn't steal), leggings, you had your hair up, you didn't have any makeup on so you looked, well, not sexy (in your opinion).

“Uh, hi Y/N, um is Brock here?” he asked as he closed the door behind him and looked around the room.

“No, he told me to meet him here like 20 minutes ago and he still isn’t here,” you said.

“Weird, he told me to meet him here like 15 minutes ago,” Elias explained.

You shake your head and laugh, knowing exactly what’s happening.

“What?” he asked, reasonably confused as to what’s going on.

“Elias can you do something for me?” you asked, he nodded. “Go try and open that door, please,” you instructed him.

He walked up and just like you were thinking, the door didn’t move.

You laughed again then shouted, “OH, FUCK YOU BOESER!!”

“What’s happening right now?” Elias said tugging at the door still.

“Brock is a FUCKING CHILD is what’s happening, he locked us in.”

“What? Why?”

“Who knows?” you, that’s who. You knew precisely why Brock would want to lock the two of you in together. Because his best friend didn’t like you and he wanted the two of you to get along. You pulled this trick on Brock and his friend Julia, in high school when they had a big fight. 

“Well, how long will he keep us in here?” Elias questioned.

“Why, do you have somewhere to be?” you asked him.

“No, I’m just wondering.”

“Don’t want to be alone with me that long?” You said with a laugh, even though you weren’t joking (he didn’t have to know that).

“What? No, why would you think that?” he seemed genuinely upset at your suggestion.

“I don’t. It’s just- never mind” you stopped yourself.

“Y/N, what is it?” he pushed.

“I don’t know,” you said, then you gave in to his request, “it’s just that you never want to be alone with me, and you never talk to me, I just assumed you didn’t like me”

Elias let out a loud laugh and sat down next to you on the couch, “Why wouldn’t I like you? You’re my best friend’s little sister.”

“Well let’s see the evidence shall we…”

You went on to describe the events of the summer party at Bo’s house in August of 2019. The night you felt confirmed your suspicions that the swede didn’t like you. 

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FLASHBACK

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It was early August so you were wearing a white short-sleeved blouse with pink flowers, and a white denim mini skirt. You and Brock had arrived late because Brock was trying to get his hair all “floofy and perfect”

As you walked in, you said hi to everyone, made your rounds of greetings. Once you finished, you ended up right where you thought you would, talking with Thatcher and Troy. As you were talking, you made eye contact with Elias across the room and waved at him. But he didn’t wave back or smile or nod like you were expecting, he rolled his eyes and turned around.

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PRESENT

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Elias stopped you there

“Wait wait wait, that’s is not what happened” he dismissed your details of the story.

“Yes, it is! I waved and you looked so annoyed!” you insisted.

“Ok, this is what I remember...”

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FLASHBACK

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Elias was talking to Brock about God knows what. Brock was in the middle of talking when he glanced over and saw Y/N, Troy, and Thatcher all talking to each other. He was looking at Troy who was pointing at Y/N and Thatcher making kissy faces. Implying what he was afraid of: Thatcher and Y/N were together in some way. So yeah, he rolled his eyes and turned around, because he was a little hurt and a lot jealous. (though that's not exactly what he told you)

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PRESENT

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“I rolled my eyes and turned around because I thought It was so ridiculous to think that you would ever like Dems,” liar, “like I thought Stech was being stupid, that would make no sense YOU liking HIM,” he laughed, he’s a lying liar who lies. Though he did think that wasn’t even possible. Having seen how annoyed she gets around Thatcher now, the thought that she’d ever like him in a way that was anything more than ‘annoying friend that I have to deal with’ Seemed inconceivable. She is so far out of his league it’s not even funny.

You didn’t say anything, just looked down at your feet. The boy you have a very hardcore crush on right now is talking about his good friend that you had a minor crush on back then. 

Elias could apparently tell you weren’t telling him something “...Y/N”

“Mhmm” you hummed, still no eye contact.

“What is it?”

“Uhh, so, here’s the thing,” you said sounding quite guilty, “I may or may not have, you know, hadacrushonthatcher… back then” you mumbled.

Elias was silent for about 5 seconds and it felt like you had died and come back to life within those seconds. “I’m sorry, did I hear that right?”

“I don’t know,” you turned to the door, “hey Brock, now that you’ve humiliated me, may we leave? I would like to go home and wallow in my self-pity.”

“No, wait Y/N. It’s fine, why does it matter? You don’t like him now?” he correctly assumed.

“God no, ew,” you scoffed.

“Ok, so why does it matter?” he genuinely wanted to know.

“It doesn’t, I guess. I just don’t want you to think I like him is all” God he’s going to figure it out.

“Yeah, no. I’ve seen how annoying he is'' Elias replied. Thinking the only reason she didn’t want him to know was that you liked a certain friend of his. The other Swede in the group. Since the incident at Brock and Y/N’s place, he has come to learn that they aren’t together, he’s familiar with the term “cuddle buddies” now which doesn’t make any sense. But he can’t deny how Y/N and Jacob act around each other. Sure, Quinn explained that they don’t think of each other as anything more than that. He even said that Marky goes on dates all the time. Even still, he knows he’ll never be the one Y/N has her eyes on, and even if she went crazy and did think of him that way, he could never act on it. Brock would kill him, and as he keeps having to remind himself: his friendship and on-ice chemistry is too important to risk. 

“Yeah well, Marky’s great too,” he said, pulling your attention from the way he looked in those glasses, and that hat...damn.

“...Yeaaaah?” you said, suddenly quite confused as to where he was going with this. You nodded your head, wordlessly telling him to continue.

“And, uh, I think he’s great… really…. great'' he almost seemed annoyed by what he was saying. More importantly, you were extremely lost.

“Elias, stop being vague. You're confusing me,” you said plainly.

“What Y/N, do you not know what I'm getting at?” he said, assuming you knew what he meant, continuing to stay all vague and Swedish.

“Obviously not,” you rolled your eyes and looked back at his still annoyed face.

“You and Marky? I think he's great...you know…” he paused and took a deep breath, then mumbled, “for you”

You burst out laughing, “Elias Fredrik Pettersson”

“Fredrik?” he whispered to himself with a smirk at the way you said his full name.

“I’m not dating, nor do I want to date Jacob Markstrom.”

“Yeah right,” he said in his classic sarcastic tone. 

“I don't! Our personalities clash so bad! Have you not noticed that?” you shouted trying to make it clear to him.

“I mean, I don't know” his face was turning red at his seemingly wrong and laughable accusation.

“Ok, Elias, look at me,” he did with his goddamn beautiful eyes, “Think about it,” you told him.

And he did as you said. 

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FLASHBACK

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One night, in particular, stood out, it was about 4 weeks ago and the Canucks were on the road. Quinn and Elias were sitting on Quinn’s bed. The door burst open, Y/N ran in, Jacob following close behind. 

Y/N sat next to Quinn and tucked her head into his neck.

“Woah, Y/N/N what’s wrong?” Quinn held her head and hit pause on the episode of Pretty Little Liars they were in the middle of watching. Elias turned and watched the events, knowing he’s most likely going to just be an observer for the rest of this interaction

She pulled her head out of Quinn’s neck. At this point all of them were sitting up, Jacob on his bed, the other three all on Quinn’s, “Marky is an ASS,” she said, looking directly at Marky.

“I am not, she’s being a drama queen,” he defended himself.

“I’m sorry have you met her?” Quinn laughed, “She’s literally the complete opposite of a drama queen”

“Fine, ask her what happened then” Jacob gestured at Y/N.

“Y/N/N” Quinn asked her to continue.

“Well” she started, “this dumbass Giraffe tried to get me to talk to the ever so beautiful Gabriel Landeskog.”

“How is that so horrible, he’s such a nice guy?” Jacob seemed genuinely confused.

“I’m not social Marky!! I don't do that, he so hot and I looked like an idiot.”

“No, you didn’t. oh my god,” Jacob said, rolling his eyes. “du är precis som Elias (you are just like Elias)”

“aj (ouch)”

“God, I hate it when you guys do that” Quinn whispered.

Y/N continued, “JACOB, I said, and I QUOTE, ‘Woah, damn’ and then stood there staring at him like an IDIOT”

“You did not?” Quinn said, laughing.

“Huggy, I swear to god, I will slap you” she turned and looked at Quinn with legit murder in her eyes.

“Ok, but yeah, Marky you don’t do that shit to Y/N. She’s just like me, we don’t socialize well.”

“I don’t get it, like I know you’d rather stay in when I want to go out, I just didn’t think it was this bad.”

“Fuuuuuuuuck,” she said, shoving her hands in her hair, “I looked so stupid. And did I mention HE’S HOT”

“Wow, you really have a thing for Swedes, huh?” Quinn quipped.

Her eyes widened. “Quinn Hughes, shut the actual fuck up” she shoved the giggling defenseman. Quinn just stayed laying down and continued to laugh, he then looked at Jacob with a knowing glance and a grin, and Marky giggled. Elias assumed it was because Jacob was aware of Y/N’s feelings.

Elias had been observing this interaction from afar, afar meaning about 2 feet away on the opposite side of the bed. He completely agreed with her, if he was shoved into an uncomfortable situation with someone he’s never met, he’d act just about as stupid as she did. And even he had to admit, Gabe Landeskog is hot as FUCK.

“Ok, Y/C/N/N, I’m sorry. But I didn’t know it was that bad. Side note, how come all of my close friends except for like 3 are super antisocial. I mean look in this room. You three are the exact same.”

“Wow… this right here, THIS is why you are only good for hugging” she gets up and walks over to the other bed where Marky is sitting.

“You’re so sweet to me, you know that?” sarcasm evident in his tone, he hugs her.

“Marky, you know I’m not sweet.”

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PRESENT

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Elias grinned to himself at that. She was right, she’s not sweet. She’s not mean but she surely isn’t sweet. Just like him. And she was the perfect amount of smartass, beautiful, loving, funny, antisocial, tough, and strong. She was literally everything he could’ve wanted.

Before he let himself get too lost in that thought of her again, he responded “ok, yeah I guess.”

“Didn’t Quinn tell you that I don't like Marky like 10 times?”

“Yeah, but I just- the way you guys act around each other. It just would make sense.”

“Well, now you know.”

Silence filled the room once more, you looked over at Elias. he was smiling and looking down at his hands. You continued to be mesmerized by just how beautiful the boy in front of you looked. With his backwards snap back and sweats, it seemed as though he had just thrown on a random outfit, and to anyone else that was probably what they would think. But that didn't matter to you, he was just so pretty and it filled your brain with too many thoughts. thoughts that you knew you shouldn't be having about him because he clearly wasn't your biggest fan. But that got you thinking even more (which is dangerous), he was acting different, it seemed as though he had let his guard down. He's never done that with you, in fact it felt like when you were around him, his guard was reinforced. He looked a little softer, sweeter, the guy you met at the Dice-and-Ice gala, you think. All you wanted was for that guard to stay down, giving you access to the guy you had a crush on, not just his hard outer shell. 

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What kind of pet(s) do you think the Cold War crew would have and what kind do you think they'd be allergic to? (I'm extremely allergic to cats 😔, but I still love them)

Sure! I feel that though, I'm allergic to hay but I love horses!!! It's ok though I suppose, I just turned into a car girl instead since I never got my pony growing up lmaooo

Anyway, I digress. Enjoy and thanks for the ask!! 💖

Adler

This feels kind of random, but I strongly headcannon that he'd have horses????

There's just something about the idea of Adler doing some of that good old "honest work" back home that feels right

His day job is just so messed up and crazy in general, so it feels good to come home to a completely different life

Besides, horses require a strong but gentle hand to train and care for and I'd say that's right up his alley

Not to mention horses are quite therapeutic, especially when you're out for a ride

He takes rides often, just to truly escape for a little while

Adler is allergic dogs

This works out fine though, considering dogs scare his horses

Bell

Bell definitely owns something exotic

Or maybe more like "exotic" idk haha

Anyway, Bell owns a snake

A big one

Other people are really freaked out, but Bell's snake is actually a sweetie

You will hardly ever find the snake kept in it's habit, as Bell likes to let the big guy explore and slither around

This includes letting the snake crawl on and around Bell

Honestly, I'm not sure there's any super deep connection though

Bell would just be that person to own something that most people would be too scared to even go near lol

Coincidentally, Bell would also be that person to have a weird allergy

They are allergic to anything with fur, so cats, dogs, horses, ect

Hudson

If Hudson were to own any pet at all, it would be something like ULTRA low maintenance

So probably either fish or a lizard, as long as it's not a creepy crawly one lol

If it's fish, he has exactly one goldfish chilling out in a tank in his bedroom

If it's a lizard, it's something big like a komodo dragon

I could see him bonding better with the lizard though

In a strange and perhaps not exactly flattering way, they're more similar then you'd think

Chill, unbothered, tough skin, cold blooded

Also hairless, as Woods and Mason like to remind him

Hudson would ALSO have a weird allergy lmao

He's allergic to birds

Lazar

Oh you KNOW Lazar owns cats

He's basically just a big cat himself, so it makes sense

Have you ever taken a nap in a patch of sunlight?

If not, you totally should bc it's awesome

Usually his cats will sleep on top of him to get their slice of sunlight too

Lazar owns at least one piece of merch that says something along the lines of #1 Cat Dad

He is highly allergic to dogs

It's almost funny, as it just adds more to the theory that he is actually just a cat in human form

Mason

Mason, very specifically, owns a pair of malamutes

They may look scary, and if you threaten their owners/property they can be!!

BUT!! 99% of the time they're just two big floofy boys who love playing and being petted

Alex takes them sledding once in a while, just because otherwise the dogs get antsy for something high energy

Mason is allergic to horses, which sucks for him because he'd love to ride

Park

Much to the annoyance of her neighbors, Helen owns some budgies

They're a bit loud, but she doesn't mind at all

She lets them out fairly often, even though they have a very spacious cage, and they love her lots

While she's at home, she is almost never without a bird on her shoulder

They also know how to do some basic tricks!

It was sort of an accident, as she was just trying to play with them, but it's pretty cool nonetheless

She loves to sing to them too and it's extra special when they twitter along back

Helen is allergic to rabbits

This is an absolute tragedy to her, considering she'd 1000% own at least two if she wasn't

Sims

Sims also owns a dog, but his is far more scrappy looking then Mason's

It's some sort of mutt, maybe a pitt bull mix

But she is the sweetest thing

He rescued her from a junkyard while he was out salvaging supplies for the team and they've been inseparable since

Due to her previous abandonment, she gets depressed quickly when she's alone, so Sims brings her to the bunker often

Despite her rather intimidating appearance, she has a cute name: Dolly

Plus, she's even learned how to fetch certain tools for him, so despite Adler and Hudson's protests, there's really no reason for her to not stay

He is allergic to cats

It's ok though, considering Dolly gets nervous around them

Woods

Frank also has a rescue dog!

Are any of you familiar with the pixie and brutus comic series by pet_foolery on instagram?

Because I could only see Woods owning a dog like brutus lol

A roughed up, retired military dog

He still has plenty of spirit left in him, but that doesn't mean he's all that hyper or anything

Woods loves him because they're just so similar in personality

Also, although he'd never say this... It sort of feels like he and the dog have a connection of sorts, you know?

Like even though they can't really speak to each other, he feels like the dog understands him completely

It's very soothing for when he has to unload some baggage he's seen out in the field

Particularly to have the old guy around once Woods himself retires

Frank is also allergic to cats

This doesn't really impact him too much, considering he doesn't have the patience to own one

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Flawed Logic

Chapter 1: Everybody's Favorite Side

Main Pairing: Analogical

Trigger Warning: self-harm

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Summary: Logan writes.

Logan wasn’t sure how this got started. Okay, that wasn’t quite true. He knew this traced back to the days of childhood, an innocuous punishment meant to force a point on a young mind. Logan supposed the better question was, how did it get this far?

The Logical side stretched the fingers in his left hand, out and in, out and in, twirling his wrist joint to work back in some feeling.

He felt…fuzzy. Like he was underwater. Logan knew there were voices speaking around him. He was aware he was in Thomas’ living room, called once again for god-knows what reason. Logan certainly didn’t. He could barely keep focused enough to stay upright, much less put in the effort to care about what was going on around him. It’s not like it was anything new. It never was these days. It was just more of the same shit cycling over and over again, making it a pointless venture to give his own opinions anyway. He’s given them before and they certainly weren’t listened to in previous cases. Instead he simply let the voices wash over him like raindrops in the imagination, pouring over him as he sought out the storm. He had taken up standing in the center of it all, letting the cold H2O molecules fall against his figmented skin and freeze him to his very core.

It was the only thing that made his thoughts feel clear recently.

“-gan? Logan?” A voice cut through the undefined ringing in his ears.

He jerked to the sound of his own name, turning toward the speaker without even intending to. His eyes met purple.

“Lo, you okay?” a quiet voice murmured underneath Roman’s latest monologue that had only been interrupted by Janus’ occasional quips.

Patton tried his best to keep the peace between everyone under their new arrangement. Since the Deceitful side’s entrance to the (as Roman dramatically puts) “lightsides,” Patton had been making an extra effort to try and calm the turbulence Janus had caused with Roman and Virgil. Outside of dilemmas, Logan hardly saw the heart anymore. As things currently stood however, it seemed nearly impossible that any kind of harmony could be found between Roman and Janus. They had apparently each taken recent events quite personally and refused to listen to any sense when it came to trying to set aside differences for their common goal of helping Thomas. The arguments were almost silly at this point because the pair nearly always wanted the same thing but refused to listen to each other.

Logan sighed and took the time to simply rub his eyes beneath his glasses and returned them to their rightful place before focusing his attention back to Virgil.

“I am fine Virgil. Thank you for asking. I am simply fatigued by the circular progression of the conversation and looking forward to it’s conclusion,” Logan replied back dryly, not bothering to lower his voice the way Virgil had. He wasn’t ashamed of his own ire. Had any of the other sides asked him about his current state of being, he would have replied the same.

“Oh look! Everyone’s favorite side has something to add!” Janus replied, mockingly clapping his hands. “That never happens.”

Logan rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, clamping his mouth stubbornly shut as Janus dramatically gestured his way with a bright yellow glove wiggling in a half-hearted jazz hand. He let himself glare toward the snake side until the count of five, in which he let his eyes fall, causing Janus to disengage and the others to turn their attention away from him once more. Despite popular belief, Logan didn’t have anything against Janus. The deceitful side could be generally annoying and bafflingly skewed in his perspective, but he could also be insightful. Logan appreciated the few rare philosophical conversations they have had since his inclusion to the consciousness. He didn’t often agree with his counterpart, but he appreciated the engagement none the less. Janus had proven to be thoughtful and an interesting conversationalist when other factors weren’t at play.

When it came to Thomas though?

Janus was frustrating.

He was stubborn with his beliefs and logic didn’t always sway him away from problematic behavior. As hard as Patton tried, he tended to veer toward emotionally based arguments, which never held up against Janus’ thoroughly researched counterpoints, even in the cases Patton was right. In those cases, the emotional side just simply didn’t have the data to show why he was right. Logan did, but again, he wasn’t welcome to the conversation.

Roman wasn’t helping either. Mind you, he tried, but rather than actually focus on what Janus was saying, Roman verbally attacked his character and tried to eject him from the conversation altogether, leaving him to rot in caliginosity with the duke—not that Logan himself wasn’t essentially in the same situation.

Even Virgil hadn’t been much better in the beginning either, usually taking Roman’s side on what seemed principle alone. That had only begun to change recently, Logan noticed. He was not certain what had prompted the anxious side to quiet himself to Janus’ disturbance among the others, but he had. He watched, waiting for the right moments to provide input and counter-arguments, but rarely called Janus out for simply existing in the same space anymore.

If only Logan could have that kind of luxury all around.

But no, he was not like Janus. He would not push himself where he was not needed. It would be illogical to try and force an opinion or explanation where one was not wanted, where it would not be listened to anyway. That would be a waste of time, for him and for everyone else involved.

So no, he would not push himself where he was unwanted.

The current thread of conversation had moved on without him anyway, as was usually the case as of late. Logan let himself breathe a sigh of both relief and disappointment, the feelings mixed uncomfortably in his stomach. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to refocus his breathing and get through the moment of uncomfortable lurching. As it slowly passed, he pressed himself against the wall of the stairwell, knowing the others were too wrapped up in the snake and the prince’s current discourse to pay him any mind.

“Lo, you sure you’re okay?” a slightly rough voice muttered from his right.

All except Virgil.

Virgil was watching him.

Logan would have to be more careful around him in the future.

“I am fine,” Logan muttered, trying not to drawl attention his way again. His muscles wanted to droop and a fog swirled around his brain, clogging up every spare bit of space he had for cognitive functioning. He just felt much too tired to be a part of the conversation anyway. Perhaps it was favorable that he was excluded.

He only wanted to give them his best.

“Really? It’s just…” Virgil said, fiddling with the hem of his jacket. His lips were parted just slightly, as if he were holding the words he wanted to say on his tongue, but wasn’t sure if he should say them. “You just… you have some anxiety at the edges… I can see it sparking around you a bit.”

“The continuous arguing is just beginning to aggravate me, you need not worry.”

Virgil frowned at him, narrowing his eyes, but seemed to accept the sentiment and after a hesitant moment, he nodded. Logan tipped his forehead forward just slightly and letting his feet fall away from himself to sink out of reality, watching a wince come over Virgil’s face as Logan let himself fall away. He should have left ages ago. There was no point in staying when Logic was ejected from the conversation.

With a heavy sigh and a hand running through frustratingly floofy locks that constantly made a point to obstruct his vision, Logan pushed his bangs aside for the umpteenth time and let himself slump into his desk chair, just taking a moment for himself to breathe. Strictly speaking, it wasn’t something he had to do but as human as Thomas pictured them, it certainly made him feel better sometimes. There was a heaviness to him. His shoulders wanted to droop until he sagged into his chair and slowly melted away into the metaphysical floor beneath him. However, Logan did not allow himself such folly. He buried those urges to instead sit straight in his chair, shoulders back, and feet apart for proper posture as he grabbed a notebook that had recently taken permanent residence on his desk. After locating his smoothest pen, Logan pressed pen to page. It was his favored study method when trying to drill in some concepts he needed to understand.

I am not the favorite side. I am not the favorite side. I am not the favorite side. I am not the-

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Blurbmas ~ Day 5

A/n: happy day 5! Sorry I missed yesterday’s blurb but I promise there’s still going to be 12 blurbs all together. I wrote this one because Sick!Peter is adorable and must be protected at all costs. 

WC: 1.2k 

Warnings: mentions of being sick, floofy floof

Peter loved winter. The snow, the hot chocolate, the warm blankets and extra snuggles whilst watching christmas movies. It was all perfect, like a scene from a movie. However, there was one thing he could live without; getting sick. 

He hated being sick. It meant that he couldn’t go on patrol without fear of sneezing into his mask and it meant that he had to stay in bed all day, something that Peter rarely liked doing. The only benefit however of being sick was having someone take care of him. 

When he was younger his aunt May used to bring him her famous soup, wrap him up with blankets and do whatever she could to make him feel better. And even now he was at college she still checked in as much as she could but still Peter missed her. 

He’d thought about calling you and asking you to come over for cuddles but he was stubborn and he didn’t want to bother you. So instead, he snuggled up in his bed, put on his favourite pajamas and movie and tried to get better. 

An hour in and he already hated it. He could hear sirens outside his window with flashing lights racing past and he felt the urge to get out of bed and rush toward where they were going. The moment he stood up however, he felt very dizzy and had to sit back down. 

A knock sounded on his door and he lifted his head up towards it, wondering who it could be. Normally he might be able to sense who it was but with his nose blocked up and his ears ringing he couldn’t even try. 

“Peter?” 

He could recognise your voice from anywhere and it was the first thing to make him smile all day. Peter hummed and sat back in bed as he called you to come in, not risking getting up again.

He smiled as you entered, looking more beautiful than ever and carrying a bag of food. You pouted as you spotted him, all the colour was drained from his face and his room was messier than usual. 

“Oh Petey.” You put the food down on his nightstand and sat on the edge of the bed, feeling his forehead which sure enough was burning up. “Ned told me you were sick.” 

Peter cursed his best friend at the back of his mind but most of his attention was on how nice the cold of your hand felt and how he just wanted to cuddle you and never let go. Yet he was still stubborn.

“Spider-Man doesn’t get sick. It’s just a…” Peter trailed off into a loud sneeze, disproving his point. He sighed and flopped back onto his pillows. “Fine maybe I’m a bit sick.” 

You bit back a giggle, his voice was full of cold and stuffy. He sounded so cute and especially with his little red nose and occasional sniffles, he made your heart melt. 

“That’s why I’m here to make sure you get better.” You smiled softly and stroked his cheek which Peter leaned into instantly, savouring your touch. Before he could protest you shook your head and grabbed the soup from the bag. 

“May gave me the recipe. She said it always cheers you up when you’re sick.” 

Peter almost gasped as he took the warm container into his hands, he’d missed his Aunt’s soup. “T’ank you.” He smiled and started eating, humming happily as the warmth of the soup filled his body. “Mmm so good.” 

You giggled and pulled out the rest of the things you had brought; cold medicine, energy drinks and some chocolate for when Peter felt better. You then got up and tidied some of his mess, grabbing some extra blankets and making both of you a hot chocolate before coming back to him. 

“Move over Petey.” 

He looked at you in slight surprise but smiled wide as he scooted over to make space for you. “I don’t wanna get you sick.” He mumbled, blowing his nose into a tissue. 

You sighed softly and wrapped your arms around him. “I don’t care, I just want my Petey to feel better.” 

Peter sniffled and smiled, snuggling into you as you started to play with his hair. You twirled his messy curls around your fingers gently and started to hum softly, his comfort show playing in the background. 

You held him close and started singing quietly, you were just about to ask him if he needed anything when you started to hear soft snores. You giggled softly and kissed his head, still running your fingers through his curls as he slept. 

Eventually you fell asleep too, snuggled close with your arms still wrapped around him. Peter nuzzled into your neck as he slept, whimpering at a bad dream. He started to toss and turn slightly as flashbacks of his past battles haunted him in his vulnerable state. 

Suddenly, he woke up with a start. His heart and pulse were racing, his breathing laboured and his head pounding as he tried to calm down. He looked over at you, peacefully asleep next to him and sighed. He thought about waking you up and cuddling into you, that always calmed him but he couldn’t bring himself to do it as you slept. 

So Peter did the next best thing he could think of and got up to grab his suit, ignoring the slight dizziness he still felt. He needed to be out there, helping people and doing something. He managed to get his suit on and his mask without making much noise. 

He snuck to the window and slowly opened it, shivering at the cold winter air that blasted through. Peter started to think it was a bad idea but before he could do much more, something tickled at his nose and he sneezed loudly. He groaned and quickly took off his mask before looking over at you as you cleared your throat. 

“Peter Benjamin Parker.” You glared at him and let out a sigh, shaking your head. “Get back here and cuddle right now.” 

“But-” He looked back out of the window and down at the city below with a sigh. “There’s people who need my help.” 

You smiled softly and got up, walking over and grabbing his hand. He squeezed yours gently and held it tight, letting out a sniffle. You delicately kissed his cheek and pulled him back towards the bed.

“I know baby but right now you need to look after yourself. How can you help others if you won’t even help yourself?” 

Peter bit his lip and nodded, knowing you were right as he flopped back into his bed. You brushed back his curls and kissed his head, covering him with all the warm blankets you could find before snuggling him close. 

“I love you so much Peter.” 

Peter hummed happily and cuddled close to you with a smile. “I love you too princess.” 

You turned on his favourite Christmas movie and leaned into kiss his lips but Peter quickly pulled away. He shook his head and pouted at you.

“You’ll get sick.” 

You smiled and cupped his cheeks, nuzzling your nose against his. “I told you I don’t care Petey. We can be sick together.” 

He giggled before you kissed him softly on the lips. It was only brief but it was enough to make Peter smile and feel warm inside. You continued playing with his hair as you cuddled again, smiling as Peter laughed at the movie. 

You didn’t even care that you got sick 2 days later because Peter was right there to take care of you just as you had for him. 

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Daisies (Todoroki x Reader)

Pairing: Todoroki x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Todoroki’s ice quirk somehow gets swapped for a more soft and dainty one, garnering the attention of the 1-A girls.

Word count: 1,421

Tags:  @yuki-osaki​ @liviitehe​ @iamsoftsodonttoucheume-blog​ @bunnythepipsqueak​

a/n: I was inspired by this fanart by @cheetaglow-ab​.  It was just so cute and floofy and lovable and adoring, what can I say?  And I finished all my schoolwork for the week and was able to take a nap, so I was in a good mood to get back to writing!

I got a request on my Wattpad, so the next post this weekend will be angst to fluff. Please look forward to it~  Enjoy this little fluff piece!

Everyone in Class 1-A sits in the common room for breakfast, ready to get ready for another day at school, except for a few boys.  Midoriya, Todoroki, Iida, and Kirishima come down later since they were out for an early morning training session.

"Hey Todoroki, the ice is out on the fridge, can you make me some for my juice?" Kaminari asks.

The handsome boy had just put his breakfast tray at our table with his friends.  "Sure."

The honey blond bounds up to the boy, holding out his glass expectantly.  Todoroki closes his right fist to materialize ice in his palms.

I don't miss the slight furrow of his brows a few seconds before he opens his hand, revealing not ice, but the heads of perfect white daisies.  The two boys and I blink at the strange occurrence.  He tries again, putting a little more power into his quirk, but ends up making a flurry poof-explosion of daisies coat his right side.

I can't take my eyes off him as time slows.  The perfect white flowers pepper up his bare arm and uniform short-sleeve, some of them softly flutters down to the ground.  But what really captivates me is the way one of them nestles itself in his white bangs near his grey eye.  The purity of his shock and the white flower petals frames his face in the most innocent way that makes me catch my breath.  Somehow, the pretty flower boy of our class looks magically more pretty in this moment.

Midoriya follows my gaze, turning around in his chair in confusion.  His green eyes light up at the sight.  "Oh wow, daisies!"

Everyone in the room simultaneously turns towards Todoroki, who's staring at his outstretched palm in astonishment.

"Oh my gosh, Todoroki-san!"

"They're so pretty!"

"How did you do that?"

The girls are having a field day, surrounding him in awe of this quirk he's somehow developed and gushing.  The boy, not used to holding this much attention, blushes and brushes the daisies off his arm.  "I'm not sure what's going on with my quirk today, I just had training and it was working."

"I think this one's way cuter!" Hagakure squeals, her shirt sleeves folding inward in excitement.

"I kind of wish you would keep it."  Uraraka's eyes shine, picking off a daisy from his shoulder and admiring it.  Tsuyu nods from next to her, sharing the same sentiment.

I kind of agree, I think, dazed from the scene still in my mind.  My eyes stay glued to the flower still perched in his fringe.  I hope it stays there for the rest of the day.  Please no one take it out.

"Why is Todoroki so lucky?" Kaminari silently weeps with Sero and Mineta in the corner.  "He always gets all the attention, it's not fair."

.

Even once we're in the classroom, Uraraka, Tsu, and Mina wouldn't leave his side, crowding around his desk.  The brunette asked Todoroki to materialize a bunch more flowers in his hand and started meticulously placing them in a halo around his hair, making a disconnected flower crown for the quiet boy.  He's not even bothered by them doing it, letting them carry on their business.

Ah, he really looks like the gentle prince he is.  I can't stop admiring him from the distance.  These girls really know what they're doing, it's illegal to make him more attractive like that.  My stomach flips when he glances up, meeting my eyes for a moment and I quickly look away, facing forward.

"Can you extras sit down already?!  It's not that big of a deal!" Bakugou growls out, leaning his legs on the desk as usual.

"Bakugou, please get your feet off the desk!"  Iida immediately rushes over to reprimand the boy.  "This is an academic institution!  Your respect is needed-!"

"Shut up, engine legs!"

"What's going on here?"  Aizawa finally arrives, standing upright without a fluorescent yellow beanbag wrapping his body.  His dark-ringed eyes glance at the scene in the back of the classroom.  "Todoroki?  What's the meaning of this?"

"Apologies, Aizawa sensei, something went wrong with my quirk this morning.  My ice seems to have been replaced by daisies."  His holds out his hands full of petals and white flower heads.  Uraraka takes another one out of his hand and breaks off the petals.  Admittedly, the boy softens at the girls smiling and having fun with this new quirk development.  The corners of his lips quirk upwards when Tsuyu sprinkles a few of them across his nose and cheeks.  Uraraka and Mina squeal at the small touch, taking photos with their phones.

Our fatigued teacher deadpans.  The poor guy got up too early and doesn't get paid enough to deal with the strange occurrences that happen to this class every week anymore.  He can't do anything but sigh.  "I'll see if there's anything I can do to fix it before training this afternoon.  Take your seats, we'll start class."

Midoriya gets Uraraka's text message photo of Todoroki adorned with glorious flowers.  I lean over his shoulder, admiring the way the colorless petals frame his face and contract his bright eyes and hair, his long eyelashes almost brushing the petals.  "Psst, Midoriya?  ...Can you send that picture to me?"

.

The boys seem to be fed up over the whole thing by lunch, and the girls were having fun sharing photos and tittering among themselves.  I can't say I'm not secretly enjoying the photo Midoriya sent me earlier.  Even as I wander the halls, returning from refilling my water bottle, I smile at my phone screen.  I didn't think it was possible for him to get more handsome.  I've never been so happy to be wrong.

"(Y/n)?"

I let out a small yelp, almost dropping my phone out of my hand as I hurriedly lock it.  "T-Todoroki?"

The boy had brushed off the petals from his face and clothes, but kept the halo crown around his head.  I try not to stare too dazedly at his beauty, but he smiles, "The girls did well, didn't they?"

Heat rushes to my face.  "They did.  I-It looks good on you.  I'm surprised you didn't mind them doing it."

His fingers brush the edge of a few petals fondly, joy dancing in his eyes.  "It made them happy, and I think it suits me."

My chest throbs once in awe.  "It's a shame it's only temporary though."

"Ah, I guess so.  But I think we made the best of it for now.  It's a lovely memory for the class to remember.  They said it looks princely."

"Yeah..." I breathe without thinking.

A blush spreads across Todoroki's cheeks.  "Well, if I'm the flower prince, would you like to be my betrothed?"

My stomach turns as his hand behind his back reveals another crown of daisies woven together by their stems.  Oh.

"I know it's a temporary quirk, but I wanted to master as much of it as I could."  He fidgets, plucking a few stray petals off.  "I managed to grow them with stems, and thought it would be a thoughtful gift...for someone as adoring as you."  He materializes a full flower in his right hand, stem and head, before weaving it into a spot on the crown before outstretching it towards me and holding my gaze with his awed mismatched orbs.  "Will you accept it as a token of my feelings?"

Warmth washes over me as my shaky fingers clasp together.  This whole ordeal feels like a dream, especially with his own flowery crown making the whole thing seem like a surreal, one in a million movie scene.  "Y-Yes."   I don't trust my voice to say anything else.

Todoroki smiles wider in relief and gingerly places the crown on my head.  "I guess this strange quirk has its perks. It's best for confessions."  His eyes scan over me.  "You look divine, just as I thought.  It suits you.  Allow me to take a picture of us."

He takes out his phone and leans closer to me, framing both of us in the shot.  I resist the urge to squeal and cry.  We look so cute as a couple, our matching halos the focal point of the entire thing.  At the last second, he sneaks a kiss on my cheek, sending more flush to both of our cheeks.  The painted rose on our faces makes the photo capture more of the essence of innocence.  It's the perfect photo for a budding relationship of high school love.

[wonderland-in-bloom]

the boys’ dream dates pt.2

@meiriethedreamer​ asked: Could you do hc's for each character's dream date?

part two cuz the first post would’ve been a little too long :))

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scarabia

kalim al-asim

honestly, this might be the most generic thing ever, but magic carpet rides

but he’ll show you A WHOLE NEW WORLD in an ARABIAN NIGHT ok i’ll stop

but he’ll be so happy to take you around in one and just take you to see different places

or ya know if he’s that bored he’ll just fly around the dorm with the carpet

honestly i’d think he’d purposely steer the carpet a little bit fast or reckless so you’d feel a little bit scared and just cling onto him the whole ride

like you’d close your eyes and just wrap your arms around his torso and squeeze tightly and honestly he’d be happy with that

he’d teach you how to steer it one day, but for now, he’s just content with you hugging him 

jamil viper

i feel like late night rant sessions would be his ideal date as weird as it sounds

eating cereal in the early morning woop woop

i feel like he’d just enjoy unwinding from a tiring day of dealing w/ kalim and be able to be so vulnerable around you and acc be a human being who doesn’t need to care abt responsibilities or behavior, etc. 

he’d probs break down in front of you at times and i feel like you’d just be there to comfort him and tell him everything will be okay and you’d just hug it out

trash talk about other dorms lol

either its angst hours or just goofy af hours

like y’all can be sobbing a whole ocean or laughing ur asses off ‘till your stomach hurts and there’s no in between

pomefiore

vil schoenheit

SPA DAYS!

he’d just take you out to a super duper fancy af spa and just relax there together

or just have a casual spa day back in the pomefiore dorms

matching face masks and nail polish!

you’d take turns pampering each other honestly

also doing each other’s hair and makeup before going out to dinner together would be something vil really enjoys!

BRAIDING EACH OTHER’S HAIR TOO!!!

vil would love the compliments he gets from the other students but he’d just be so smug and brag to everyone that you did his makeup and how amazing you look too <3

epel felmier

i feel like he’ll take you out hiking and explore nature 

you’d def climb trees together and just see the different sights from tall trees

one time you weren’t so careful climbing down a tree cuz you wanted to show off to epel how you could jump down a tree and be cool like him, but it turns out you fell and scraped your knee

i feel like he’ll panic a lot and just try his best to treat your wound

LITTLE BBY KISSES IT and be like “there, that’ll make it heal quicker”

and thus not only your knee was aching, but also your heart ;-;

rook hunt

SO HE LIKES THEATRE HMMM, so he’d take you out to countless plays!

from street acts to high-class super duper fancy plays in those fancy looking theaters

you notice the glint in his eyes every time he watches a play, even if it’s just something small, and you find that adorable

he’d just recite different lines from the play you two watched that day and just reenact scenes with you

if you both go the extra mile, you both just reenact the whole play and make it super lovey dovey and adorable

(he would force the other pomefiore students to come watch and honestly you felt like losing your cool but once you met rook’s eyes and saw his burning passion, you didn’t even feel flustered or scared anymore)

ignihyde

idia shroud

GAME NIGHTS IS DEFINITELY HIS IDEAL, DREAM DATE!

just staying in his room with you and playing different types of games

from rhythm games on both your phones to shooting games on a gaming console

super duper competitive

you actually beat him in shooting game a couple of times and this did not sit well with idia

so he decided to distract you in the middle of the game by pecking your lips

YOU WERE FLUSTERED OF COURSE AND YOU LOST

and thus the war of ‘distracting-each-other-with-small-but-cute-acts-so-they’ll-lose-the-game’ began

diasomnia 

malleus draconia 

i think he’s just a soft and misunderstood bby who just wants to spend some quality time with you and i think just lounging around in his room while reading books is something he enjoys A LOT

just each of you with a book on the bed and you’re just resting your head against his chest while reading and he’s playing with your hair AAAAAA (a♕-chan is getting flustered cuz malleus is bby aaaa) 

or ya know he’d just enjoy hearing your stories or just how your day went

in return he’d also tell you countless stories

i feel like he’d be very open around you since a lot of people don’t approach him, he just wants someone to vent to and be open with (ya know who won’t bully him like lilia) 

just floofy af moments with lots of PDA, hugs, kisses aaaaa

lilia vanrouge

honestly he’s just a mystery and it’s a mystery what his dream date with you would be like, but i have no idea why a game of hide and seek is something he’d love to do with you

from hide and seek in the diasomnia dorm to the whole freaking school

you both definitely got caught by riddle hiding in the heartslabyul gardens more than once

you two would go even as far as ‘borrowing’ kalim’s magic carpets and use it to hide and/or run away

you two would just be really childish and it’s adorable :)) 

silver

so i don’t really know a lot about silver yet but i feel like he’s that type of boy who looks so flat and like a whole kuudere on the outside but he has a soft spot on the inside for animals

like one day you were in the heartslabyul gardens enjoying tea with riddle when all of a sudden ace and deuce come screaming because the hedgehogs ran away 

you expected silver to have no reaction but he picked a couple up and he snuggled them close to his chest (and you died at this)

and so you took the initiative to surprise him any chance you get with any small, cute and fluffy animal you can find 

of course malleus wouldn’t allow animals in the dorm, so you just borrowed kalim’s many pets to play with for a day or two

so he’d just love to spend time with you and animals, cuz you’re both small and adorable :))

sebek zigvolt

I HAVE NO IDEA WHY I THINK SEBEK’S IDEAL DATE WITH YOU IS JUST THE BOTH OF YOU DOING SPORTS TOGETHER

i feel like you’d both be super duper competitive but then once you get tired, you just basically give up

at first sebek teases you of course but then he’d probably be super duper tsundere-like and actually help you and keep up with your pace

i feel like you two would go on morning runs together a lot

when you’re tired (and still drowsy cuz he insists you run at 6-am) he’ll just carry you on his back and you’d actually fall asleep with your hands around his chest

suddenly you’d wake up in his room and he’ll probably tease you a lot, but he really appreciates the fact that you’re able to put up with him and actually go running together 

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IM DONE!!! idk if i got the charas’ personalities right or what they like/don’t like right but oh whale i think it’s cute. hope y’all enjoy :))

- a♕

[p5youllneverseeitcoming]

Persona 5 Strikers/Scramble

So! I finished the story of Persona 5 Strikers and I wanted to share my thoughts as I have soooo much to say but cannot share with my friends due to spoilers :’) I am currently playing on a New Game+ as, ya girl wants the Platinum Trophy :o

I will talk about some of the things that I really liked here (Spoiler free don’t worry) AND include spoilery things under the cut so I won’t ruin the experience for anyone else!

The Plot

Obviously this takes place after the original Persona 5 story finishes and as opposed to a whole year, you just get 1 month with the Phantom Thieves. I really liked exploring all the cities you travel to and the character interactions were so cute!! I really like the two new characters introduced (Sophia and Zenkichi Hasegawa). Both of them fit the story so well and their interactions with the other Thieves are honestly so good and pure! Also?? Their outfits? Amazing T_T It was such a nice change seeing everyone in casual outfits as opposed to their school uniforms!

I also loved the fact that you could choose to play with characters that get introduced late game like Haru for example straight away. I for one, always have her in my party as soon as she’s available so having her for the whole game was like a dream come true haha. I’ll talk about Sophia and Zenkichi a bit more under the cut but I will say that it’s so fun to play as them! I personally prefer Sophia more as she has healing skills which are always really useful and she uses yo-yo’s for her weapons which are so fun to use. Zenkichi uses a great sword which is very Final Fantasy of him and I am loving it. I love their Phantom Thief outfits! Sophia looks super cute in her floofy coat and boots and Zenkichi just looks so cool! His hat is goals, I want one T_T

The anime cutscenes in the game are also... Omg... I just can’t help but fangirl over how everyone looks... ESPECIALLY SOPHIA OML, she’s so... Bby... And of course, the dialogue options you can choose are so funny, then again what else can you expect from a game that had the option to say “you jelly?” to Ryuji.

I won’t spoil the main plot but this game works similarly to Persona 5 in the sense of, you still go into dungeons but these ones are a lot shorter and when you leave the dungeon, the days don’t actually move forward, only specific story points advance the days. So essentially if you wished, you can stay and grind for as long as you like!

The Gameplay

I won’t lie, as expected from a hack-and-slash it gets quite chaotic at first if you don’t fully know what’s going on but you get used to it pretty quickly! The game gives you tutorials whenever anything new appears and you get the hang of it pretty well by the first dungeon. You still only have 4 characters in your party and Akira must always be present but here you can actually run around as the other party members when the battles are over! Also? Morgana gets comical sound effects when he does things like jumping and running and I was LIVING for it.

The other thing that changed is, obviously it’s not turn based so if you were like me and wore the SP restoring accessories to get 7SP back each turn, you’re in for a last surprise! In this game you actually use your items quite a lot as there isn’t a limit to how much you can use as you access them mid battle by pausing. Later on you get specific skills that restore your SP after each battle or by performing All Out Attacks and 1 More’s so honestly, SP isn’t really a problem for regular battles. I mainly found it running out quickly when I was fighting some of the optional bosses but I always had SP restoring items so it was all good hehe.

You still do things like All Out Attacks and 1 More’s in this game but you also do something called ‘Showtime’ which is very similar to the ones introduced in Royal only in Strikers it’s for one character, you basically build up the showtime gauge as you battle enemies and, once activated, you deal significant damage to stronger enemies like bosses as well as all of the enemies in the area. The All Out Attacks also have their own little animation with your party posing and just looking really good!

Yusuke being so extra is honestly such a mood omg... Also Mona T_T So smol.

Every party member has their own special quirks such as Ann and Makoto applying Fire and Nuclear affinity respectively to their regular weapons, Morgana turning into the Mona car and so on. I personally always had Haru and Yusuke in my party and kept switching between the other Thieves to see what I like best. Personally, I really like having Morgana or Sophia as they’re really good healers, Morgana obviously having the more powerful skills such as Mediaharan and Salvation.

Also... The menus... Omg... If you thought the Persona 5 menu was stylish then you will LOVE the Strikers menus. They’re so stylish! And I love that all the Phantom Thieves are there too, it’s so cute T_T

The only thing I don’t like is the game doesn’t pause when your controller dies so uh... I may or may not have died during a boss battle when I was like 2 hits away from winning and then just... Stopped moving letting the boss hit me with a killing combo :)

To be honest though the party that I had pretty much all the time was:

But as I said, I liked to change Morgana and Sophia around every now and then.

The Music

Omg the music. Atlus really just said: Hey what if we made Persona 5 music again but like... More epic?

The song that plays right as soon as you have control of Joker is SO. GOOD. I legit had to pause for like 5 mins just to jam out. I don’t think it will come as much of a surprise but in my opinion, Persona 5 definitely has one of the best video game soundtracks, I absolutely love all the songs!

I will discuss some of the dungeon themes in the spoilers but I absolutely love the soundtrack for this game. Every dungeon theme is so fitting for said dungeon, I genuinely listen to them all the time, especially when doing my research for my essays!

The battle music is really energetic as opposed to the jazzy feel from the original Persona 5 soundtrack but it’s very fitting for the actual battle as you often fly all around the area instead of standing in one spot. I will say, Last Surprise made an excellent comeback despite being an already amazing song which is just, amazing, incredible, fantastic...

Other things

Well, I can’t go into detail due to spoilers but they deadass put a JoJo reference as well as a character in the game :’) The moment I saw them I was fangirling so hard!!! Also? The villain designs in this game??? Amazing. Beautiful. Very creative!

The Phantom Thieves interacting with each other is also really cute! I ESPECIALLY liked the fact that Morgana and Ryuji got along a lot better! They still had small fights here and there but they pretty much apologised to one another straight away which I really liked! Also? Ryuji protecting his friends, especially the girls? Amazing. Wonderful. Cannot help but stan.

Well, that concludes the non-spoiler section which.... Is kinda long haha, Below the cut I will talk about the spoilery things so I advise looking at it AFTER you finish the game!

The Plot

The plot of this game is really fun if you ask me. You travel around Japan defeating Monarchs in Jails AND you get to experience the joys of summer vacation with your friends and your new Persona dad. I really like the fact that you don’t advance time when you leave the Jails because this gives you the chance to grind as much as you want before tackling harder fights like some of the optional bosses. The boss designs themselves were so good! Especially Alice?! My God? She’s beautiful?? Look at her!

Persona 5 Strikers said you can be horny on main... Just this once o_o. She literally steps on Joker in the Jail which o_o Ma’am... Plz but she ALSO steps on her manager in the real world.

I really liked all the bosses in this game because they felt so... Real? Obviously I don’t agree with them for brainwashing people into worshipping them, but I really like how the game gave them backstories that showed why they strayed away from the right path. The fact that the Thieves tell them that they understand their struggles because they themselves went through the same thing (Like Ann and Yusuke) honestly made me appreciate the story that much more. I really liked Haru’s little arc in Sapporo because not only did she help Mariko Hyodo and show her that despite mistakes you can always stand up and start again, but she also got to have more screentime, like that cute fountain scene she has with Akira! ALSO? The Hee-Horde?! I was laughing for a solid 5 minutes when I saw it! It was so cute how Haru, Sophia, Ryuji and Yusuke were so into it while Futaba was just there like: ????

I think my favourite Jail out of all of them will definitely have to be the Kyoto one, a.k.a. the Jail controlled by Zenkichi’s daughter, Akane. Despite how short it is, you can learn so much about her. The overall aesthetic of the jail shows her love to the Phantom Thieves and in the actual Jail theme you can hear fragments of ‘Life Will Change’ and ‘Wake Up, Get Up, Get Out There’ which I think is absolutely amazing! The boss fight for this jail honestly took me 3 tries to beat as the first time, I died due to not fully getting how Shadow Joker worked, and the second time, I was about 2 hits from beating him but then... My controller died :’) By the time it turned back on I was already c-c-c-c-comboed to death so :’) This is also the jail where Zenkichi awakens to his Persona and honestly? I found the little segment where he has to sneak around in his usual everyday attire so cute, bless him, he really did adopt 7 teenagers, their cat and an AI daughter.

ALSO?! They deadass put Dio in this game? Like when I first saw Natsume’s shadow I was like: Hm looks kinda familiar...

BUT THEN?!

Needless to say I was fangirling pretty hard.

I liked Akira Konoe, very much vibing with his Power Ranger aesthetic however, I have to say, his boss fights was surprisingly... Easy? At least it felt easy to me which was kind of... Disappointing I suppose for him supposedly being “the final boss” HOWEVER, I very much liked how his calling card was delivered, and the fact that Zenkichi could finally get his revenge was very satisfying! 

Now, let’s talk about the end game, mainly the Abyss Jail.  I did NOT see it coming (haha) that it was Ichinose all along! As I’m currently replaying the game, the fact that she doesn’t want to look at Sophia despite specialising in AI technology should have been my first clue that something is not quite right here! 

When she forces Sophia to attack the Thieves, it honestly broke my heart. The fact that she recognised Joker and Skull... And she threw herself off the ledge just so she can’t hurt them anymore... Yo, I love her so much T_T That’s why her awakening to her Persona (her true Persona) was such a satisfying scene! Her Persona (Pandora) has a really cool design, I especially like the fact that she represents the Hope Arcana (as there was hope left at the bottom of Pandora’s box) and that Pandora herself kept the box-y design from her original “Persona” Pithos. I found it quite funny that all the skills Pithos has ended with a “?”. Anyway, the scene where she tells Ichinose all the things she learnt, and that Ichinose herself has a heart despite believing that she doesn’t for so long was so touching. It showed that Sophia deeply cares for her, despite the fact that she literally said she’s the reason so many people are getting mind controlled by EMMA. The ending scene with the two of them laughing and holding hands... My heart T_T

Now then, let’s talk about EMMA.

I. Loved. The. Final. Boss. Fight.

The fact that the game makes you use ALL the characters for the final fight! As I usually switched out characters here and there, my reserve party members weren’t severely under-levelled which made the fight pretty okay! I had quite... Strange groups I would say as I had Makoto and Zenkichi being a team, Morgana, Ann and Ryuji being a team, and Akira, Haru, Yusuke and Sophia being the final team. The final boss itself, has an absolutely beautiful design. I especially loved the angel like wings because it really showed that EMMA saw herself as a saviour. The cutscene that plays after with all the Thieves dealing the final blows before watching all the desires fall around them was honestly so pretty... Man, this game series is just so aesthetic!

When the credits rolled and all the photos started appearing I couldn’t help but start crying. It really felt like you were actually there, living through all the memories and the fact that Sophia called the photo of all of them together “Treasure”... T_T

The Gameplay

I already pretty much said all I wanted for the gameplay in the non-spoiler section but I will say, the Showtimes and the Master Skills each character learns are so good! I love that once you master all of them you’re bascially unstoppable, I especially love Haru’s and Akira’s as it allows them to deal damage even if they’re a safe distance away from the enemy. The fact that you can learn Bond skills that restore SP with every All Out Attack and One More is honestly so helpful because it saves you going back and forth between the real world but then again, by this point you probably have way too many HP and SP restoring items!

I really liked that Zenkichi has no weaknesses and uses Almighty damage but I find the whole Fury/HP consumption combination a bit weird. After a while you get used to it and obviously you don’t have to activate fury at all but as I said before, I prefer playing as Sophia. Although, I will say that gun wise, I think Zenkichi’s are a lot more fun to use than Sophia’s blasters, but then again that’s just my personal opinion!

The Music

As I said, the music was so fitting for each Jail, I absolutely love it.

The first Jail, you honestly can’t help but bop your head to the beat. It really gives you the impression that you’re in some kind of twisted theme park which really fit the overall aesthetic of the Jail. I loved the vibrant neon colour scheme in such a dark looking place.

The Okinawa Jail... My God that theme was so good. I can’t really explain it but the song really made you feel like you were... Alone, like the place was truly abandoned and forgotten. As soon as the violin started playing I couldn’t help but just stop and listen to it. The overall jail was just so... Creepy. The Shadows there resemebled the shadows you would usually find in the previous Persona games, just this black mass slithering around. I think it was very fitting that they put the Reaper in this Jail. 

As I mentioned before, the Kyoto Jail theme is my absolute favourite. The fact that it has elements of other Persona 5 songs due to Akane being a big Phantom Thieves fan was such a good choice! I love how when you take a closer look, you can see the Phantom Thieves logo on the lanterns and the fact that Shadow Akane herself made a Phantom Thief outfit for herself... Big mood. I loved how all the Thieves encouraged her to try and get along with her dad better AND that they taught Zenkichi how to cook just so he can make curry for her, especially when you remember just how much curry means to someone like Futaba. 

I really liked the remix of Rivers in a Desert, then again what did I expect from a Persona game? The battle music is ALWAYS amazing. I really liked how this played when you fight Konoe as it parallels when you fight Shido in the original, supposedly the final fight, only to find out that there is something MUCH bigger than them.

Other things

This post is already way too long and if you read all of this... Thank you so much. Sadly, I cannot share this with any of my friends as it’s spoilers so I hope you guys don’t mind me sharing this here! I would love to see your opinion of this game!!!

Also? Yusuke and Akira are now canonically dating and I think that’s beautiful

And then that scene later on

Why do you think we came here with Yusuke, Morgana?

TL;DR: I love this game

[snarkwrites]

17.12, kissing booth, sweetpea

Title: kissing booth

Theme: holiday carnival/fair

Fandom / Character(s):Riverdale, Sweetpea x OFC, Alyssa Andrews

Warnings: Swearing, Sweetpea being a smartass, Reggie being an antagonist, and floofy kisses.

Word Count: uhh.. 1k-ish?, roughly.

Look.. I blame my niece for getting sucked into this show and fandom to begin with. I guess I just have a connection and deep love for grouchy types, because when Sweetpea was first introduced I was instantly hooked on the character. This is my daily entry for @champbucks​ 12 days of Christmas. Hope you guys enjoy it. I had a blast writing it. I guess sometimes it’s just fun to write something that’s not purely related to a thirst I happen to have, who woulda thunk it, huh?

Also, again.. I made the banner for this. Don’t steal or repost.

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“Oh come on!” Cheryl pouted, tapping her foot impatiently because she knows full well that I’m the only person her demanding and bossing around doesn’t work on. In fact, it usually makes me dig my heels in even more.

“I said I’m not doing it. Why do you want me to take two hours at the booth anyway, Cheryl? We both know there’s probably no one in Riverdale who will line up to kiss me. Can’t Betty or Veronica take the extra hour?” I eyed her, a brow raised.

“Actually, that’s where you’d be wrong, Alyssa. I have proof that you’re the one they’d rather have in the booth for an extra hour.” Cheryl dug around in her backpack and produced a piece of paper. I eyed her and then it, taking it with an amused laugh. “Right. You totally just fabricated this. I’m not doing it, Cheryl. Nope.”

From nearby, Toni spoke up.

“Doing what? What’d I miss?”

Cheryl beamed and went into Toni’s arms, hugging her, taking the paper back from me to show Toni and the two shared a laugh.

And then both of their gazes settled on me expectantly.

“Ah fuck. Look, I said I’d do an hour. That’s absolutely it. I’m already going to spend most of that kissing freshmen or something, shit. That paper proves absolutely nothing, by the way.” I nodded to the paper that Toni was now holding in her hands.

“We don’t have time to argue this. Jughead took Betty home and your brother’s spirited Veronica away. Everyone else has gone.”

“So have I. And I’m still not over that sophomore with the Hoover suction. Do you know that little shit tried to cop a feel?”

“Waaaa.” Cheryl mimicked. Toni leaned in, whispering into her ear and then Cheryl muttered “Interesting.” as her gaze fixed on me again. As Toni walked off, I pinched the bridge of my nose and eyed the empty chair. The booth was on a break right now. The line was pretty small.

Riverdale High needed the money. Taking on a whole other student body recently had pretty much depleted the school’s funds. Everyone else on my team had already gone. I eyed Cheryl as I mulled it over. “Is anyone else going twice?”

“Actually, both Toni and I are. Cheek kisses only, of course.” Cheryl gave me a pleading grin as her words fell away.

I felt a little better knowing that I wouldn’t be the only one being offered up for sacrifice twice. I tapped my foot and dragged my fingers through long red hair, giving it a tug. “Fine.”

Cheryl hugged me and I laughed, letting her. Even hugging back just slightly. “I’ll go take my seat I guess. But I’m telling you, my second turn is going to be a total bust.”

I caught sight of Toni talking to Fangs and Sweetpea over by the hot chocolate booth and I bit my lip, my gaze lingering on Sweetpea for just a few seconds longer than it should’ve. 

,, My fantasy kiss is not gonna happen. I can hang it up.”

That was my last thought before flopping into the chair positioned behind our booth. And nearly as soon as the few people waiting realized that the line was opening up again, they started to push to the front slowly. One or two walked away.

My phone buzzed in my pocket. Three times. Then a fourth. But I wanted to just get my second turn in the kissing booth over with because I’d pretty much resigned myself to the fact that like my first turn, I’d have mostly underclassmen in my line. Or friends of my brother Archie. Luckily my brothers friends seemed okay with just a hug and a peck on the cheek. I hadn’t had to actually… Lock actual lips with anyone.

XXX

Sweetpea watched as Alyssa took her seat at the kissing booth a second time. Toni wandered over, tapping her best friend’s shoulder and nodding towards the booth. “Are you gonna stare all afternoon or grow a pair and get in line, Pea?”

“I’m not taking part in… that shit.” Sweetpea nodded his head in the direction of the booth. Toni reached into her back pocket and smirked to herself while Sweetpea was busy watching Alyssa Andrews get settled into the booth for her second go. “Yeah? Well if you won’t.. I have a long list of guys that Cheryl has spoken to who all seem to say that they’re more than happy to.”

She unfolded the paper right as Sweetpea heard her and focused. He reached for the paper, snatching it from her hands. His eyes darted over the poll and sign up sheet and then settled back on the red-head currently manning the kissing booth.

When his eyes got to Reggie’s name on the list at least three times, his fists clenched tight. He tugged at the collar of his tee shirt. It wasn’t a secret that Alyssa and Reggie liked to flirt back and forth and frankly, it was something that annoyed Sweetpea continuously. To a point where lately, it caused him to stay constantly irritated.

Especially when she’d blow off their little gang of friends to go on drives with Reggie.. Or study. Or grab a milkshake at Pop’s.

“She’s only doing this because she’s part of that stupid cheer thing.” he said it to himself, mostly to keep himself from doing something stupid and crazy and marching over, dragging her away from that booth and telling her that the only guy she needed to kiss was right in front of her. And had been for months now.

“Actually, she volunteered. And she’s the only one people have specifically asked for twice.” Toni shrugged as she tried to stop the laughter. Sure it was a small fabrication in details, but Sweetpea didn’t know that, nor did he need to. What he did need right now was a nudge. Because for one thing, Toni was beyond done with seeing him mope over Josie and their little fling ending. For another, the tension in the room between Sweetpea and Alyssa lately when they were all hanging out was almost unbearable. And rather than stand back and watch her grumpy idiot of a best guy friend let a chance at actual happiness pass him by, she was determined that today was the day. She was going to give him that loving but firm little nudge in the right direction.

Because lately, Alyssa was starting to think that Sweetpea didn’t feel the same way about her as she did about him, hence all the dates with Reggie Mantle. Toni was also sick of watching Alyssa try to feign happiness when lately, she’d been down. Because every attempt she’d made thus far to tell Sweetpea how she felt wound up Sweetpea, bringing up Josie in  conversation.. Or lately, with Alyssa just talking herself right out of it altogether.

Something needed to happen, otherwise someone was going to explode.

Reggie Mantle wandered over, getting into the line for the kissing booth. Sweetpea looked as if it were taking literally every single shred of willpower he possessed not to storm over and make a scene, especially when Reggie smooth-talked his way right to the front of the line almost.

“You know she’s only going out with him a lot more lately because the guy she really wants ahs made himself so hard to be around that we all wanna strangle him most of the time now.. Right?”

“You’re lying.”

“Yeah? Let me show you something.” Toni grabbed her phone and held it out. “Have a read at our text history, Pea. See for yourself.”

Sweetpea took the phone reluctantly. At first, he was skeptical. By the middle of the most recent conversation, about Alyssa blowing them off to hang at the quarry in favor of going to watch Reggie at football practice because he asked and Alyssa admitting that maybe it was time she… Moved on. Got over her huge crush on Sweetpea… He wanted to kick himself.

His eyes fixed on the booth and his jaw set firm.

He knew her well enough to know that she’d never own up to anything she’d admitted to Toni in the texts. And he knew that lately, he’d made it almost unbearable to be around him. Picking fights with her, grilling her about pretty much everything. Just purposely being an ass.

His pride was going to cost him a shot with her if he didn’t swallow it soon. And the thought was not a pleasant one when it settled in his mind.

“Nothing to say, Pea?” Toni teased, flashing him a smirk as soon as she managed to break through his thoughts and gain his attention for a second or two. Sweetpea dragged his hand over his hair, taking a breath or two. Reggie was just about to the front of the line. His gaze fixed on Alyssa, almost as if he were willing her to look at him. Catch him staring.

“If you really want her to know how you feel and not have any doubts, you know what to do.”

Toni’s statement had Sweetpea wandering over to the line for the kissing booth. What Reggie Mantle had in charm, Sweetpea made up for in sheer intimidation skill and a second or two later, Reggie scowled as Sweetpea wound up right behind him in line.

“The hell are you doing, Serpent?”

“I know what you’re not gonna do, Mantle.”

Reggie whirled around, staring Sweetpea up and down. “You think so, huh? Watch and see.”

“I don’t fucking think so.” Sweetpea towered over Reggie, his fists shoved safely inside his leather jacket.

From the front, Alyssa cleared her throat. “It’s,uhh.. It’s your turn, Reggie.” she bit her lip as she looked back and forth between Reggie and Sweetpea. Sweetpea caught her gaze and held it, biting his lip.

After a little digging, he found a badly wadded twenty dollar bill.

Reggie sauntered up to the booth and slipped a five dollar bill down, giving Alyssa a playful gaze as he leaned in for the kill.

And Sweetpea’s fists clenched even tighter in his pocket. He barely managed to bite back a growl. And after about five seconds, he cleared his throat and spoke up, addressing Reggie.

“You’re holding up the damn line, Mantle.”

“I paid, Sweetpea. What are you even doing in the line to begin with, huh? Didn’t we have a talk about this Friday afternoon?” Reggie was body to body with him until Cheryl hurried over.

“Break it up you two!”

XXX

I think when I saw Sweetpea wandering over, my heart fluttered a little and I tensed up all in the same breath. I honestly thought he was coming over just to start something. To heckle me for offering myself up to do this. He looked mad.

Or I thought he did, at least.

When he didn’t start with the heckling and instead, intimidated about ten of the guys waiting in line to let him go before them, I found myself having a harder time focusing on the task at hand. A guy named Ben who played basketball with Archie every few weekends came up and put a dollar into the basket, chuckling as I rose to tiptoe and gave him a friendly and slightly awkward cheek kiss. He pulled me into a hug and muttered into my ear, “The rowdier guys are still waitin, red.. If you want me to hang around… Hell, maybe I should. Archie would kick my ass if somebody got out of line with his kid sister.” 

“Ben, I’ll be fine. I’m perfectly capable of handling things.” I explained, giving him a gentle smile and thanking him for the offer because his heart was in the right place. Reggie was next and I took a deep breath.

Truth be told, I was a little irritated because Reggie doing this made it kind of clear that Reggie was just going to try and find ways to skirt around any boundary I set. I got that this was in good fun, but there was a perfectly good reason I hadn’t really… Kissed him yet. Even when he’s tried to initiate at least two or three times now and each time, I’ve politely declined.

If this were a few months ago, I’d have jumped at the chance. I was shocked at myself when we were sitting in front of my dad’s house and he tried to kiss me the first time and I didn’t go for it then, if I’m being perfectly honest.

Because I’ve always had a soft spot for my brother’s friend Reggie. I guess that’s when it really hit me… After I met Sweetpea, a lot of things changed. And my feelings for Reggie just kind of slowly died.

The argument between Reggie and Sweetpea caught my attention and if I had any actual hope left of Sweetpea being into me like that, it would’ve grown as I listened to the words being exchanged back and forth before clearing my throat.

As I got their attention and for a few seconds, they glared one another down, I found myself kind of wondering what Sweetpea was up to. I honestly hadn’t even thought he’d show up at the carnival. I mean yeah, Toni most likely dragged him, but… He’s in line… For the kissing booth. And not just any line, my line.

My brain seemed to start working then and it hit me that in a few seconds, I was going to have to kiss Sweetpea.

,, I’ll give him a peck on the cheek. Because if I had my way and gave him a real kiss, things would get so awkward between us, holy shit..” the decision was made and I felt a little better.

Reggie finally approached the table and I bit my lip, eyeing him. I could feel Sweetpea’s intent stare burning a hole right through me, even as I pretended to be happy and interested in the kiss I was about to give Reggie.

Maybe knowing Sweetpea was watching was what made me decide to settle with a clumsy corner of the mouth kiss. Reggie muttered quietly against my mouth, “Red?”

“Sorry, I just.. I thought I could but I can’t.” I muttered so that Reggie could hear me. 

Reggie gave an understanding nod and smiled, shrugging “It’s cool. Do you wanna meet up later?”. I shrugged and told him I’d text him when I left the carnival if I felt up to hanging out or going to Pops and he walked away from the kissing booth, leaving me frustrated at myself and panicking a little because naturally, Sweetpea was next.

For a few seconds, I felt bad about the half hearted attempt. Especially when I thought back on just how wrapped up in Josie Sweetpea had been and just how little I’d given him hell for it in comparison to how much hell he’s put me through for going on a date or two with Reggie lately.

I zoned out a little, mostly just trying to pull myself together and in that time, Sweetpea stepped up and smacked a 20 dollar bill down on top of the table, gazing down at me expectantly as he swallowed hard and dragged his hand over his hair.

I eyed the 20 dollar bill and eyed him. “I,uhh.. A kiss on the cheek is only a dollar.”

,, you seriously open your mouth and say that?”

“Obviously, that’s not what I got in line for, princess.” Sweetpea muttered quietly, licking his lips as his gaze settled on mine. I gulped and I swear, it felt as if all the air got sucked right out of the space between us. I dragged my hand through my hair and raised a brow as his eyes left my lips and settled on mine, locking me in a gaze.

“Is this a joke?” I muttered quietly, dazed.

“I believe somebody once told me I have zero sense of humor, so no. No it’s not, doll. You gonna kiss me or not? I paid.” Sweetpea’s tone took on a hint of teasing and I felt my stomach starting to flop lazily, just like it always does when he’s in the rare mood to tease and make it hard for me to tell whether he’s flirting or just being a teasing ass.

I usually play safe and put my money in him simply being a teasing ass, but right now, I wasn’t sure what he was up to at all.

The way he was looking at me right now did not feel like Sweetpea teasing. The look in his eyes was downright hungry. 

“I..”

From the back, Reggie heckled. “What the hell makes you think she wants your disgusting Serpent mouth on her, man?”

I grumbled to myself quietly, frustrated because apparently, I was going to freeze up. “You don’t have to..” I trailed off. Sweetpea chuckled to himself and leaned across the booth, his hand tangling in the hair at the back of my neck, tugging at a handful as he pulled my mouth against his. His tongue trailed slowly over the outline of my lips and I whimpered quietly. The palm I had resting flat against his leather jacket wound up curling in it instead. His hand settled on my hip, guiding me partially over the table and halfway out the opening of the booth that we’d been leaning through.

I could feel my face heating up as people started to catcall and whistle and slow clap. When somebody said “Oh shit. Listen man, I don’t wanna die, I think I’ll just.. Wait for Cheryl to take over in a little bit.” I barely heard it, but I couldn’t help smiling into the kiss.

The kiss broke and I slowly raised my hand to my mouth, wiping the back of it across. I was beyond stunned at the moment. At a total and complete loss for words. But when Sweetpea leaned back in and pecked my cheek before whispering with a laugh, “Go on.. Finish working your kissing booth, princess.” and copped a feel, I bit my lip before pouting at him.

“What’s that mean?”

“It means, I’m gonna stick around. Keep these fuckin knuckleheads left in line from getting too much enjoyment, princess.”

“Oh, it does, hm?”

“I mean.. Unless you have a different idea as to why I kissed you like that, Red.” Sweetpea teased, smirking at me for a few seconds.

I eyed him and he muttered quietly, “Later.. We’ll talk, doll. The kiss was just something to think about.”

And somehow, god help me, I don’t think I’ll be able to get it off my mind for the rest of my time left to go in this booth...