#ty friend 💚

[aurore-parle-de-ses-idees]

Reassurance with Est b/c I think she could use something nice

est hangs out with the spirit of the long lake not long after coming home from edhelion :D

You go walking on your own, into the grey misty rain a little after dawn, east out of Loeglond and along the lakeshore. The birds are calling and the cattails bob in the gentle waves rolling in from the deeper waters. In the near-dark, the fog rises like smoke and the sunlight in the mists is like fire, and you used to love this sight but now all you can see is the refuge in the mountains, the fire and the smoke and Talagan before the library. The homes of Loeglond are greatly unlike the tall halls and the libraries of Edhelion, but they are close enough like this that you can hear the cracking of stone and wood again and you walk and walk and walk, and in your pocket you run your fingers over the careful, smooth lines of the simple lightning rune.

You might have thought to walk to Lake-town, if you had planned this, but instead you had all but fled your home when you could not sleep, and though your eyes itch and the thought of lying down to rest seems more wonderful than anything else, you wander along the muddy banks in search of some reassurance you do not know the shape of.

Your family doesn’t know how to treat you, now. You don’t know what to tell them, either. You are different, you are different, and home is not and your not-fitting is a sharper thing now, one that cuts even in the walls of your father’s house. They try gentleness and you can’t bear it, being treated almost like a child again, and they try to ignore it and you can’t pretend nothing’s changed, not for their sake or for your own. They have asked, all of them, what you want or what you need, but all you can say is I don’t know, I don’t know. You can’t see yourself clearly enough. You know you’ve changed, but you can’t quite put the words to how. Telling the story is not enough on its own for any of you to understand.

You walk along the Long Lake until you come to a shallow inlet, still and nearly undisturbed by the gentle rain. You find a large rock beneath the overhang of an old and weathered tree, and you pull your knees to your chest and stare out at the lake alone.

The rain persists long into the morning, slowly soaking you even in the shelter of the tree, and soon you start to shiver. You should go back, you think, but you do not move, not until the man arrives, footsteps whispering over the mud as if it has no hold on him.

“Hello there,” he says, and you blink blankly at him. “What are you doing out here?”

“I don’t know,” you say. “Watching.”

“For what?” the man asks- and you think he’s a man, dressed like the people of Lake-town, brown hair long enough to cover his ears but far shorter than most of... most of your people. There’s something almost elvish about his face, though, the weight and the subtle proportions and the way he nearly seems lit from within, just a little too clear and too visible to be a human in this weather. You shake your head and try not to stare so rudely.

“I don’t know.” For the next great fall, or the next task, or the next day. You had grown used to a routine that does not hold here, and though there are things enough to be done on the rafts, it leaves your mind far too free to wander.

The man sits beside you. You look at him sidelong. “I won’t intrude, if you do not wish it, but I would talk with you if you would.”

“What about?” you ask, a frown pulling at your brow.

“Anything at all,” he says. “I do not often have the opportunity to speak as much as I would like with those who live along my shores.” Your frown deepens, something stirring in the depths of your memory, distant and foggy as the world around you. A story in your mother’s voice.

“Who are you?” you ask, and he only smiles and gestures out at the lake.

“You seemed troubled,” he says. “And I thought that perhaps you would like a friend. It’s a lonely sort of day.”

He stays with you for hours, though you speak only in brief fits, without purpose or direction, and he listens patiently, asking little and not prodding when you go silent.

“I would dearly love to cut my hair short,” you say as noon approaches. “Not for mourning, but for the feel of it.”

“Why don’t you?” he asks, and you shrug.

“It wouldn’t be worth the questions,” you say.

“Would Edhelion not be reason enough for those who know of it to understand?” You pause.

“I have never had it short,” you say.

“Would you like to?”

“....yes.”

You don’t know where he produces the tools from. Wherever creatures such as he create their forms for this world. You sit silently on the stone as your hair falls away, and you marvel at the lightness of it and the soft curl of it against the side of your face and the warming mist on the back of your neck, and for the first time in too long you smile. It isn’t how things are done, usually, but it feels too much better for you to care. You mourn what was lost in the Blue Mountains, yes, but never had you thought to do so publicly like this. If people assume that is what this is, well, that is for them to think. You don’t care.

“It’s a little thing,” he says, so quietly you doubt it’s meant for you at all. “But most beginnings are.” He brushes the last loose hairs from your shoulders and nudges you over the edge of the stone to see your reflection in the still water. “You greatly resemble your mother like this,” he comments, and you whirl to stare at him. He smiles. “I have been a friend to the people on these waters for many years. I don’t show myself often, but I know many of the folk here.”

You talk with him well into the day, after that, and the sun burns away the worst of the mist once the rain eases, and you sit and talk and walk a short ways along the lake with its guardian. You think he enjoys the conversation. You hope so. He doesn’t much resemble most of the tales you have heard of him, but he is kind, as they say, and he laughs easily and lets you ask far too many questions, even if some of his answers are rather opaque.

You don’t tell many of the meeting, even years later, but you hold it close to your heart. You tell your father, and he believes you easily and goes out alone on the lake the next day, a small offering in the style of the men of Lake-town in hand like you haven’t seen him do in a very long time. You almost think it’s strange, how many ways the spirit reminds you of your mother, but perhaps there is reason enough for that.

It’s centuries before you see him again, but even then he remembers you, and you smile, and talk with him long into the night.

[foxcort]

Firstly, when you get this, you have to answer with 5 things you like about yourself, publicly. Then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool) 🩷

the way i write and brainstorm

my ability to cook

my ability to do math

my ability to be alone with myself and enjoy it

my brown eyes

[dancingisdangerouss]

Hey Penny, hope you’re feeling better!

I’m….here 🤣

That’s been my answer to “how are you” at work for the past 3 months, and if that ain’t a summary of the last uh….7 or so years, I don’t know what is.

But yes I’m improving!! I’ve met some very supportive and fantastic people on here who have been with me through everything, and I’ve seen a lot of support from other people on here as well, so I’m thinking I’ll be okay coming back ☺️

[causticsunshine]

niall tickets have been secured with good seats AND the show is three days after my bday next summer

[treasure-goblin]

<3333

[roebeanstalk]

helloooo~ mini mutual aid post asking for some help getting food 💚 I'm down to enough for breakfast tomorrow. working as much as I can, but it's been hard! anything is appreciated, even literally a dollar. ty friends, sorry for being annoying x.x

venmo / cashapp / ko-fi / patreon

[riki-riks-chick]

hihi 🙋🏻‍♀️

this may seem like an odd request but ill try my best to explain it 😭 have you ever watched jennifers body? Could you please write reader with a personality like Jennifer Check with a Heeseung boyfriend? like not related to the initial lore but more of a just overly confident hot girl who everyone wants but can’t have, with her gloomy tall boyfriend?

sorry if this doesn’t make sense 😭

Sunshine And Rain ┃L.HS

antisocial!heeseung x overlyconfident!reader

heeseung is a bit of a loser and feels he's not cool enough for his popular girlfriend

fluff! small kisses, self-doubt, reassurance, yn loves her loser bf, grumpyxsunshine trope kinda

wdct: 2k

ty for the request i kinda like this one 💚

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Third Person POV~

Nights in Hongdae were always some of the best. You could walk around in whatever skimpy clothes you dared to put on, and no one would question it. You could also drink your ass off without any worries because it's the weekend and you don't have to get up for work the next morning.

Your friends invited you out, telling you all about how you guys could have so much fun if everyone brought their boyfriend to make sure you guys were safe the whole night.

You were especially excited because you had finally convinced your boyfriend to go out with you. He wasn't thrilled of course, but you promised not to force him to be social, and he agreed.

You're currently at the second club of the night and its 10pm. Heeseung has probably only had a few drinks, but you're well over tipsy.

You were sitting at the bar together, though Heeseung was hardly paying attention to you, and some man came up to you.

"Aren't you a pretty little thing?..." He smiled and you rolled your eyes. "Sorry, I'm taken. Sorry for you though, I'm not sorry I'm taken.." You respond cockily and the man scoffs. "I don't see a boyfriend around."

"He's right here." You gesture towards Heeseung who's to your right, turning to stare at the man attempting to court you, his hand is resting lightly on your waist. "Yeah, like this loser is your boyfriend. What are you a hooker? Do you sleep with losers like him for cash?"

Heeseung's hand tightens against your hips before he pulls back, standing up from his chair. "If I were you, I'd walk away." His voice was low, and deep. You'd always get excited whenever he got jealous or protective.

The man clearly wasn't taking you or Heeseung seriously because he scoffed out a laugh, taking another sip from his drink. "Listen, sweetheart... I'm not convinced by whatever this is that you and this boring fellow are up to.. Come home with me and I'll show you a real good time.."

Heeseung sighs against your ear, grabbing the man by the collar as you grab his wrist, simply shaking your head. You then push Heeseung behind you, glaring at the man. "Listen here... You're the real fucking loser and if you don't take your dumb ass away from me in the next five seconds, I'll find your facebook page and tell your wife that you like to spend time trying to fuck other people's girlfriends." You speak straight up and forward, making the man's eyes widen. "Wife? I don't have a wife!"

"Says the ring on your finger. Now fuck off." You then grabbed Heeseung's hand, pulling him towards the dance floor, your drink clutched in your right hand. He made sure to grab your clutch when you started tugging on his arm.

"Baby.. You know I don't like dancing.. It's too crowded.." Heeseung speaks into your ear, making sure you can hear him over the bass of the loud music. You simply pull him closer, taking another sip of your cosmo. "Hee, baby.. That's the fun part. You get an excuse to be pressed against me in public without anyone noticing or caring."

He simply chuckled at your slurred explanation, spinning you around so he could pull your back to his chest. He held your hips gently, swaying you against him. "I don't deserve you.."

"Oh shut up, if I wasn't dating you I'd be with some perverted asshole who only wants to fuck me." You reassure, reaching back to place your hand on his nape, making him rest his head against your shoulder.

"Why didn't you wear the outfit I picked out for you?" You finally question and Heeseung chuckles, pressing a soft kiss to your neck. "The shirt was too brightly colored, and the pants were uncomfortable.." He mumbles, wrapping his arms around your waist as he nuzzles against your neck. "Baby.. The shirt was light blue. That's not bright. You need to wear something other than black for once."

"I like the clothes I wear." He responds, and you can tell there's a pout in his voice. You simply smile, ruffling his hair. "If you like it, so do I.."

The night continues on as Heeseung continues to follow you and your friends around Hongdae. He's been mostly silent tonight except for his small conversations with you. On occasion he exchanged a few words with your best friend's boyfriend, only because he'd met him before and felt it would be rude to ignore someone he knew.

Once it hit midnight, you decided to part from your friends, not wanting to overwhelm Heeseung too much.

He took you to a convenience store to get you some water, and a hangover drink before simply just walking with you. Pretty street lights illuminating the streets, nicely colored signs all around you. Your hand is in his and he's smiling at you. Nights out are always so much better when he's with you.

There are a few stragglers walking around and Heeseung can tell that all eyes are on you as you walk by.

You've been dating for almost two years now, and he feels like he should be used to it, but he doesn't like that he never has you to himself. And it's not your fault because you're naturally outgoing and confident, it has nothing to do with how pretty you are. He's extremely lucky to be with not just the prettiest girl, but the most lovely and caring girl as well.

You've always been genuine with Heeseung, defending him whenever anyone tried to question why such an outgoing girl was with such an introverted guy. He fell harder each time you explained that his social life didn't matter as long as you were apart of it.

And now he's watching you walk confidently, heels sounding delightfully against the pavement. He doesn't even know how you're still wearing heels when you've been walking and dancing in them for hours now.

He's pulled from his thoughts when he feels you stop walking. "Heeseung... Do you wanna hang out in this cafe for a little while? It's been awhile since we've been to this cafe together.."

He couldn't say no to you if he tried, so he nodded, opening the door for you and letting you walk in. Even though it had been a long time since the two of you had been here, he still knew your order by heart. He ordered for the both of you before leading you to a quiet booth in the corner. He let you sit down before sliding in beside you.

"Did you have fun tonight?..." He questioned, wanting to start a conversation with you after being mostly silent. "I did.. But I was worried about you.." You reply, glancing up at him. He raises an eyebrow. "Why? I've been okay.."

"I feel bad dragging you around with me sometimes.. I know you don't really like clubbing.. Plus all the guys that approach me. I don't like when people disrespect you." You take his hand in yours, squeezing it gently as he smiles, leaning in to kiss your cheek. "Baby, you don't have to feel bad. I'd do anything for you, you know.. It doesn't bother me when other guys try to talk to you.. You're a very wonderful woman, and I can't blame them.."

You smile at his words, giving him a kiss. "You're always so sweet, Heeseung... But really, I promise that next weekend I won't go clubbing.. It'll just be us. Okay?" He nods, caressing your cheek. "Okay then, we'll do that."

The two of you spend the next hour in the cafe, talking and laughing together. When you finally get up to leave, the barista stopped you. "Hey, could I get your number?"

You simply scoffed, grabbing Heeseung's hand before leaving the cafe. Heeseung was slightly shocked. Usually you'd come up with some cocky response to turn guys down, but you simply walked away.

You were quiet afterwards, and Heeseung didn't know what to say. You stayed silent until the two of you finally got back home.

You kicked your heels off at the door, dropping your coat, which Heeseung gladly picked up for you.

"Heeseung, I'm gonna shower.. Do you wanna join?" You asked, glancing back at him as he followed you towards your bedroom. He simply nodded, setting your coat on the dresser, his own following.

You disappeared into the bathroom, taking off your makeup while Heeseung set out some clothes for the two of you to wear after showering.

He then joined you in the bathroom, turning on the shower before pulling his shirt over his head.

He then moved to stand behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist as he nuzzled into the crook of your neck.

You smiled, finishing taking off your makeup before washing your face.

Heeseung's hands were already working on unzipping your skirt, tugging it past your hips to let it hit the floor. He then pulled your shirt over your head, dropping it as he turned you around to face him, pressing his lips softly against yours.

You kissed back, sliding your hands up his sides as he cupped your jaw, tugging you closer.

Eventually he pulled away, kissing your forehead. You finished undressing before stepping into the shower. The water was warm and you already felt so much relief from the slight headache you had.

Heeseung pressed you against the wall, catching you completely by surprise as you stared up at him. "What?..."

"What's the matter? You're never this quiet.." He mumbles, his tone filled with worry. You simply sigh, reaching up to ruffle his hair. "I'm fine. I'm just tired." Your excuse is definitely not going unnoticed by Heeseung, he shakes his head, cupping your cheek. "Are you upset with me?.. I'm sorry if it's embarrassing having people talk about you because of me.." He asks, saying the words with no expression.

"Heeseung, I'm not embarrassed of you. And I'm definitely not upset with you. Stop saying nonsense." You speak firmly, gripping his wrist as he nodded. "Okay.. I'm sorry." He apologizes, smiling weakly as he pulls away.

You tug him back by his hips, staring up at him. "Now you seem upset... Hee, baby.. You know that I love you no matter what others think. Right?"

He nods, though the motion seems hesitant, and you sigh, running a hand through your hair. "If it makes you feel better, I won't force you into coming with me anymore.." You suggest, but he shakes his head. "I enjoy being with you, I just wish I wasn't such a loser.. That way people would think that you have a cool boyfriend.. Someone who's not afraid to have fun or socialize.."

His words make you scoff. You cup his cheeks, pulling him closer so he was only a few inches away. You kissed his forehead before pulling back to stare into his eyes. "Lee Heeseung.. I don't give a fuck about what others think.. I only care about you. And I like that you're a little boring at times, it's a good contrast for me.. You're like the rain to my sunshine.. You're perfect and nothing will ever change that.."

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ive never seen Jennifer's Body so I hope I displayed yn's personality right 🫣

[squishysoftmonsters]

Triggers : Sexual Content/Expansion/Ovipositor[Mature +18 Minors/Ageless DNI]

💚Imagine slime monster who came across your expedition crew,observing you and watching. The slime put on a performance on sight,and you enjoyed it. It had split itself into several pieces,so each of you can take a piece home. Once home,you freed the slime,letting it explore.

You'd call it pet names,always give it kisses touches and it adored the affection following you everywhere. Over time,it grew possessive and controlling,killing off any potential competition you brought home,which were friends of many genders

You : Im not your property! What's wrong with you?

The slime hissed in anger,believing you were seeing someone else behind it's back. You ignored it's angry screeches heading to bed while it was left seething. The next morning you awoke,the slime had covered the entirety of your home interior with pieces of it's body,deterring you from leaving,covering the windows and doors.

You : Why are you acting this way? I give you a home and you want to keep me like some object?

It continued to shriek in protest. Slimes from all sides wrapped around your hands and legs,tying you down as you wrestled as being penetrated from inside,its glowing knot pumping in and out of you repeatedly. Your chest and belly expand to a glowing mass,screaming in horror watching each radiating egg get deposited into you one after the other.

The slime becomes angry,going faster and faster,more eggs stuffing into your body. You struggled to birth them out,but the agitated slime stuffed them back into you fusing your canals shut so you could beg instead of pushing to be free of the eggs. It denied you birth repeatedly,ignoring you.

You were kept captive by the slime,well fed,bathed and hydrated until ready to birth it's babies. The slime chittered,watching it's young move about in your belly and swollen reproductive organs,stroking your stomach lovingly.

You : [exhausted] Please..

The slime removed the binds from your canal,easing you through the process of giving birth,purring sweetly into your ear,stroking your forehead or leaving sloppy kisses on your lips.

Your glowing belly with luminous tiger stripes deflated with every birth,home now filled with the chittering slime babies that crawled all over you in search of food.

Lying exhausted on the floor,the baby slimes fed on you hungrilly. The process of being full of slimes became orgasmic and pleasurable as they were birthed. You grew used to it and weirdly addicted,begging your new lover to impregnate you💚

💚S L I M E C O N T E N T💚

[aurore-parle-de-ses-idees]

faramir (1) for bingo ask game ?

the guy! i think he should get to hang out with his siblings more <3

[prismaticpichu]

Genesis’s Kindest Deeds ❤️

• Considering trashing all his outgrown clothes when going through his wardrobe, but then deciding to donate them instead

• Has a habit of holding the “door open” button on an elevator for at least 10 seconds to make sure no one else needs to enter

• ALWAYS leave a 20% tip (plus a smiley face and “thank you :)” but don’t tell anyone else)

• Taking Zack to the infirmary when he felt sick and Angeal wasn’t around

• Picking up 30 wrappers while on a walk one day and throwing them out

• Tying Zack’s shoes when he couldn’t bend down from over-squatting

• Massaging Seph after a stressful day

• Offering to cook dinner instead of Angeal after a stressful day

• Standing in line at a coffee shop, overhearing that the person in front of him forgot his wallet, and offering to pay for him. He even bought his kid a sprinkled sugar cookie <3

• Putting little sticky notes on the pages of catalogs that he thinks Seph will like best

• Canceling all his plans one day to attend a meeting with Sephiroth, knowing Angeal was on a mission and his best friend was astronomically anxious. He squeezed his hand under the table some time during it and whispered that everything was going to be alright.

Angeal’s Kindest Deeds 💜

• Making peppermint and ginger tea for Sephiroth & Genesis when they both fell ill (it was Genesis’s fault for the record- man kept trying to adjust the blankets on Sephiroth when he thought he wasn’t warm enough, and eventually caught his cold)

• Attending at least 55 Loveless performances with his friend

• Telling Genesis to read him Loveless lines when the auburn appeared down

• Telling Sephiroth to name the periodic table alphabetically for him when the man seemed down (see this is very exciting to some people)

• “Losing” several arm wrestling competitions to Zack to boost his pup’s self-esteem one day when the boy was down

• Volunteering at the local pet shop/animal shelter

• Delivering home-cooked meals to the orphanage in the slums

• Adding decorative plants to every floor of the ShinRa building

• Buying Sephiroth an aromatherapy bracelet to help with stress

• Walking 50 minutes out in the pouring rain to pick up Zack at a restaurant because he forgot an umbrella

• Adopting a small, hyper Third as his own when no other SOLDIER was willing to show him the ropes

Sephiroth’s Kindest Deeds 💚

• Went to the slums one afternoon for a monster extermination mission; left with 500 Gil given to children he saw living in impoverished conditions

• Found a stray, wounded cat in the street and took it to the animal shelter; endured several scratches along the way, but never did he leave the poor animal to fend for itself

• Allowed Zack to hold Masamune—one of his prized, protected possessions—knowing it would make the boy’s (and Angeal’s) day

• Stitching Zack’s clothes back together after a violet mission left a tear—and before the boy would receive an earful from Angeal about being responsible.

• “Losing” to Genesis one spar when the auburn was having a particularly rough day

• Constantly buying books for Genesis so he never runs out of material to read (always having at least two ready for him while he’s in a current book)

• Offering to donate his blood to save his treasured friend, despite years of being tested from Hojo leaving him horrified of needles

[nickeverdeen]

Can you do headcannons for Katara and Ty Lee comforting the reader who has severe depression? (can be gender neutral)

Hey, love, are you okay? You can talk to me if you wanna or yk message me or I can give you my IG and you can DM me if you want to. I love you 💚

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Katara and Ty Lee comforting reader who has a severe depression

Katara

Katara provides a safe space for you to express your feelings without judgment

She listens attentively, offering her full attention and empathy

Katara acknowledges your feelings as valid and understandable

She assures you that it’s okay to feel overwhelmed and that you are not alone in your struggles

Katara gently encourages you to prioritize self-care

Whether it’s engaging in activities you enjoy, getting enough rest, or seeking professional help if needed

She emphasizes the importance of taking small steps towards healing

Katara provides unwavering emotional support to you, offering comforting words and reassuring gestures

She lets you know that she’s there for you, no matter what

Katara may share her own experiences with overcoming adversity or dealing with difficult emotions, showing you that you are not alone in your struggles and that there is hope for a brighter future

Katara offers physical comfort to you through hugs, gentle touches, or simply being present with you

She understands the healing power of physical affection and provides it in a supportive and non-intrusive manner

Katara encourages you to express your emotions through healthy outlets such as journaling, art, or talking to trusted friends and family members

She creates a safe environment where you feel comfortable sharing your thoughts and feelings

Katara reassures you that you are loved, valued, and worthy of support

She reminds you that you have strengths and qualities that make you unique and resilient

Katara may offer practical help to you, such as assisting with daily tasks or chores, preparing meals together, or helping you find resources for professional support if needed

Katara understands that recovery from depression takes time and patience

She assures you that it’s okay to take things one step at a time and that she will be there to support you every step of the way

Katara checks in regularly with you to see how you’re doing and to offer ongoing support

She shows genuine concern for your well-being and wants to ensure you feel supported and cared for

Katara celebrates your small victories and milestones in your journey towards healing

Whether it’s getting out of bed, reaching out for help, or engaging in self-care activities, she acknowledges your progress and encourages you to keep moving forward

Ty Lee

Ty Lee sits beside you, offering her comforting presence without pressuring you to talk

She understands the value of silent companionship during difficult times

Ty Lee places a hand on your shoulder or gives you a comforting hug, conveying her support and understanding through physical touch

Ty Lee listens attentively as you share your thoughts and feelings, validating your emotions without judgment

She offers words of encouragement

Reminding you that you are strong and capable of overcoming your challenges

She suggests engaging in activities that you enjoy to help distract from negative thoughts

Ty Lee offers affirmations and positive affirmations, reminding you of your worth and value as a person

Ty Lee ensures that the environment is safe and comfortable for you, dimming the lights, playing soft music, or providing blankets to create a soothing atmosphere

She gently encourages you to seek professional help or confide in someone you trust if you are struggling to cope with your depression

Expressing gratitude for your presence in her life, emphasizing the positive impact you have had on her and others

Ty Lee encourages you to prioritize self-care activities

Such as getting enough sleep, eating nourishing meals, and engaging in activities that might bring you joy

Ty Lee acknowledges your progress, no matter how small, and celebrates your achievements along the way

She validates your emotions, acknowledging the complexity of your feelings and reassuring you that it’s okay to not be okay sometimes

Ty Lee helps you reframe negative thoughts into more positive and empowering perspectives, promoting a mindset of self-compassion and resilience

She reassures you that she is there for you unconditionally

She’s offering her support and companionship through your journey toward healing

[little-emerald-snake]

Cozy nights in - Sebastian Sallow X Ominis Gaunt X GN!MC

A fluffy lil thing I wrote on the spot because everything in my life is testing me and I needed some small comforts 💚

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, this is just an adorable fluff piece for our favorite trio so it’s pretty SFW

Sebastian chuckled from where he sat on the counter watching his best friends in the kitchen. Their third was currently tying a frilly blue apron onto a protesting, red cheeked Ominis. “Don't be silly! There must be another apron, at least switch with me…there’s no frills on yours. You’re doing this to make a mockery of me, aren’t you?”

They chuckled. “Maybe a little. But really I just need your help and Sebastian is absolute shit at baking.” They finished the ties on Ominis’ apron before handing him a flour sifter and arranging him in front of the freshly cleaned counter. “Alright now just layer a nice even dusting across the counter by turning that crank.”

Ominis grumbled but began turning the crank, moving his body to make sure he covered the appropriate area of the counter. “You do remember I’m BLIND right?”

They waved him off as he set the sifter aside and let them toss the dough down in front of him. “And you’re still more competent than Mr snores-a-lot. So hush.”

The third moved to Ominis’ side, grabbing the sifter and adding just a bit more flour while Sebastian half heartedly argued from where he sat leaned back against the cabinet. “Rude. At least I don’t hog the blankets like someone.”

Ominis scoffed and set about kneading the dough and integrating the flour so it didn’t stick to the surface. Once satisfied he took the rolling pin and began to roll, stopping and adding more flour as needed to prevent sticking. “Do you two ever stop bickering about each other? I swear to Merlin there can’t be a moment of peace in this cottage.”

The guilty parties chuckled while their third set about chopping ingredients for the ‘pizza’. Ominis rolled the dough into the best circle he could make and Sebastian ‘supervising’ as he drank from his afternoon mug of coffee, a habit one of them hated, but allowed anyway since Ominis was more than pleased to have afternoon tea with them.

They turned and beamed at the wonky circle of dough Ominis had rolled, pleased with its thickness. They carefully brought the pot of garlicky-smelling tomato sauce, spreading it liberally before setting the tray of toppings beside it and letting them all decorate their own portion with what they desired.

They’d passed the time it spent baking in the oven, tortured by the mouth watering scent and taking turns playing chess. Sebastian grumbled. “This is ridiculous, you both are far too good at this game. I give up. I’m going to go make a drink, would either of you care to join in?”

They both passed, content with the freshly made ice cold lemonade they’d prepared that morning in nearly the same fashion as the pizza fiasco.

They’d ended the night in front of the fire in a cozy dog pile, sipping the remnants of watered down lemonade, full of homemade pizza and listening to Sebastian, who had a gentle buzz, read his current adventure novel for them.

[dont-leafmealone]

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Feel free to add your own recs, and if you do read any of these and like them, comment something nice on it! If I find anyone hassling authors for updates I will drop ferrets down your chimney!

Modern AU

the things we leave behind - Mai and Ty Lee start a ghost hunting channel; their roommate, Zuko, cannot stand their new cameraman, Jet. Meanwhile, Zuko's sister just moved into their shared house, and forms a reluctant bond with Zuko's friend, Katara. Multiship, rated M, 200k, complete, HIGHLY recommend (also check out the rest of the author's works! She's amazing!)

never believed in meant to be - Zuko gets in-school suspension and meets Jet, who's cool enough they spend the day together. It's their first and last meeting. Rated T, 5k, complete. (Check out the rest of this author's stuff too!)

you're built to fall (beautiful) - in between the struggles of figuring out life as sixteen-year-old caretaker of kids, Jet finds himself falling in love with a handsome merman. rated T, 8k, complete. Amazingly written <3

paint it red, they'll cover it up anyway - Jet and Zuko are both kindergarten teachers, and both dealing with a lot of complications in their life. and in love. Rated T, 34k, in-progress

Ba Sing Se

up in the city (until the stars lost the war) - canon divergent AU where Jet doesn't see Iroh heat the tea, and Zuko's a little more receptive to city life. Absolutely gorgeous series. Rated T, 50k, in-progress

(Dont) Lose yourself into me - another canon divergent AU! Featuring rebel shenanigans, betrayal and angst all laid out beautifully. Check out the author's other works too, there's some really good ones! Rated T, 80k, in-progress

clay kids - after a misunderstanding about Zuko's - or rather, Lee's - parentage, he and Jet form a relationship built on lies of omission. Rated T, 35k, in-progress

a lesson in new beginnings - the author's summary probably says it best: 'zuko has bad coping skills, jet has a hella crush, and war is hell. welcome to ba sing se.' Very sweet with plenty of angst, drama, and misunderstanding. Rated T, 6k, in-progress

Post-canon

Like The Fire In Your Heart - Zuko's carriage is ambushed by thieves, and he finds that his old friend Jet isn't as dead as certain playwrights would have him believe. Rated M, 9k, in-progress

Miscellaneous

learning how to use a weapon (& other such tragedies) - flood-based apocalypse au! Beautifully written, possibly one of the first jetko fics I read when I was first starting to like Jet as a character. Rated G, 11k, complete

heat and sand - by the same author as above, au where a race of winged beings live among humans, and wouldn't you know it, they're not exactly welcomed by the likes of Ozai. Zuko finds himself taken in by Jet and his freedom fighters. Rated G, 16k, two completed fics. Honestly check out the rest of the author's catalogue it's all A+

Hearthfire- Jet is taken prisoner by the Fire Nation after his village burns. Rather than be put to work or executed, he becomes the young Prince Zuko's ward and they form an unlikely relationship. rated T, in-progress, 41k, covers canon books 1-3.

Perpetual - Jet, not quite mid-redemption arc, kills a firebender. Zuko can't actually die. Jet decides to make this his own problem. Rated M, 180k, in-progress <3

Sthe song in the secret room - haha second lesbeanlatte work on here 😈 a modern/time travel au based off of the Disney channel show Secrets of Sulphur Springs, if it were PG-13 and involved gator-related manslaughter. Hilarious and heart-wrenching 💚 Rated M, 280k, complete

Some further additions found in this reblog

This list will probably get updated if I remember any more or read anything new. And not to shamelessly self-promote but I have a variety of jetko works of my own, linked here if you're interested at all. :)

[gambeque]

you

[grabs you]

tell us more abt ur 8 and cap (them being gay)

ur enabling me ty

• they don't start dating till right before splat 3 just cuz theyre both kinda slow to opening up, takes em a while to be close as friends

• 8 realizes first but at this point she's fine w it lol, she knows 3 is aloof so she takes no shame in flirting w them. she waits for 3 to confess tho

• (i have a half-finished comic for them getting together but just know 3 says some queer shit without thinking and 8 pounces on the opportunity)

• as a couple they're insufferable, they make a rly good team for agent work but they get hardcore distracted

• 3 also knows octarian so they mutter inside jokes with 8 and have tiny conversations all the time

• they both go a lil crazy silly about weapon machinery, their apartment is full of trinkets. plus 3 rly likes to learn abt octo tech from 8, they build lil things together

• 3 took up cooking after getting injured from OE and makes shit for 8 all the time. 8's culinary skills are actually dogshit so its a good balance lol

• 8 also *attempts* to teach 3 how to play chargers, they went from playing slayer to backline since they can't swim so good anymore (hence bein a dynamo main) but 3 does not focus during their lil sessions lol

• they also nap lots together ty 🐙💚🦑

[watermelonsugacry]

OMG could you imagine harry or yn on hot ones, I feel like yn would kill it(I’m not sure abt harry)😭

HOT ONES

A/N: this was so fun! ty to the lovies that sent in some questions for this one 💚 (picture credits to harianadimples & harianachile !) (4.6k)

GENRE: 1dbandmember!yn

SINCE 2010 masterlist

“Hey, what’s going on everybody. This is First We Feast, I’m Sean Evans, and you’re watching Hot Ones. It’s the show with hot questions and even hotter wings. And today we’re joined by the one and only YN YLN. You might have known her as one sixth of the most famous and influential bands in history, One Direction. She’s a triple threat and an 8 time Grammy award-winning singer, song-writer, musician, and producer and we shouldn’t be surprised if she adds a couple more on her shelf with her new album Waiting Room. The no features, no skip album that’s quickly making its way to the top of the charts. YN, welcome to the show.”

“What a fookin’ intro, man,” YN laughs and plants her hands on the circular table. “Thank yeh for having me on here.”

“The pleasure is all mine. It’s an honor to have you on the show. How are we feeling today?”

“M’actually extremely terrified,” She lets out a chuckle, clasping her hands together as her eyes look over the lineup of spicy wings in front of her.

“About the wings or the questions?”

“It’s half and half for sure.”

“So how are you with spicy foods?”

“M’quite alright with them but m’bit frightened by this gorgeous array of hot sauces here. Like—” YN holds up one of the tiny, glass bottles to the camera. “—this one quite literally has a picture of a bomb on it so,” She raises her hands in defense with a shrug of her shoulders. “Take that as you will.”

...

“Mhm,” YN nods as she licks her lips. “S’quite tasty. I like that one.”

“For the record, I did see that you ate the whole wing. Do you plan on continuing that as we go down the line?”

“I don’t waste food, man,” She smirks as she wipes her hands on the red cloth.

“So let’s start off with before you came into the spotlight. It was revealed that you actually didn’t want to continue singing as a profession when you were younger, but your childhood best friend and later on One Direction band member, Louis Tomlinson, made you audition on the XFactor with him. How did this come to be?”

“He tricked me actually. Louis had told me about how he was able to get an audition for the XFactor and I was super excited for him. Getting a chance like this was all he had talked about when we were growing up. On our way to Manchester—which was like an hour or two away from Doncaster—he told me that he got me an audition too and I was gonna sing in front of the biggest audience ever. The little shit."

"But do you think you would have auditioned if it were on your own terms?" Sean inquires.

"Probably not, if m'being honest," YN shakes her head. "And that honestly me skin crawl. M'very grateful for the path that I went on and that my fans have been giving me the opportunity to continue to do what I love for the past 12 years."

...

Once YN bites off of the last piece of her next wing, she shrugs her shoulders, “These wings are really good. This is easy, bro.”

“I’m just trying to keep up with you,” Seam chuckles before finishing off his piece. “Okay, so let me brag for you for a sec.”

“Alright,” YN lets out a nervous chuckle.

“You have 8, count ‘em, 8, Grammys in the 12 years since you became a solo artist and you have another impressive 8 nominations for the Grammys 2023. One of your many wins is being producer of the year—a category you nominated for the second year in a row—which you said in a Rolling Stones article that it was probably the best award out of everything you’ve ever received in your professional career as an artist. Can you give us some insight into how that became such an important staple on your shelf?”

“Wow,” YN huffs out a smile in disbelief. Her nostrils begin to flare and she can feel the tears threatening to escape her eyes. She feels uncharacteristically embarrassed that she’s suddenly overcome with emotions. “Woah, sorry. I don’t know why I was gonna cry for a second there.”

YN looks up with a chuckle, shimmies in her seat, before she gives a single clap. “Okay, m’good. Yeah I mean, for the first couple of years of my career, I fell in love with what it takes to actually make a song, how to layer instruments and vocals, and the details you can initially glaze over when you first listen to a song. But being the only woman in a music studio full of my male band members, producers, sound engineers, and everyone—it took me a while to be confident enough to speak out about making suggestions in the process of making a song.

I learned so much by just watching in me corner of the room, then I was shown bits and pieces from 1D’s production team. And when I went onto me solo career, I was taken under the wings of kickass producers like Kid Harpoon and Tyler Johnson. Being a woman in this industry—capable of making me own music is a huge accomplishment for me as an artist and for all women who want to break out in a male dominated environment.”

“Continuing the brag streak—”

“Oh, no,” YN smiles behind her red napkin. As confident and narcissistic as she can be, she’s never been one to take a compliment—especially the way in which Sean is just throwing them out there like free candy.

“—your first solo world tour sold out in less than 4 minutes, and your current tour sold out in less than two. How was it like to come into a solo tour after touring with the rest of One Direction five years straight?”

“Well to start off, that statistic is absolutely insane,” YN lets out a laugh. “It was such a big change to do this on my own without the boys by my side on stage. I remember doing a final dress rehearsal the day before me first show and while I sat on stage and just looked out at the massive arena I was in, I began to panic. It wasn’t like I hadn’t performed in that big of a room before but I began to think what if they only bought the tickets because they were so used to the boys? Like, what if they didn’t like just me onstage or the fact that I was doing choreographed dance routines and things like that? But that all changed once I was actually on stage performing. I…I’ve never felt that type of love before.”

...

After YN tosses the bone of her next piece of chicken away and as Sean begins his next question, she stares off to the corner of the table for a second and widens her eyes. Out of nowhere, the spice level has officially been kicked up.

“You’ve also made some impressionable fashion choices that have become a staple in not only your own wardrobe but in the closets of your fanbase. From your frilly shirts from your One Direction days to becoming the female face of Gucci. From your signature 7-inch platform heels to your variety of colorful and textured opera gloves. How important is fashion in your life and how you choose to express yourself?”

YN licks her swollen lips, chuckling a bit from the spice is starting to pick up.

“Fashion wasn’t something I was super passionate about growing up. I wore a lot of dark clothing when I was teenager and when I was in the band I began to wear a lot of shirts and pinks and high heels which was a drastic change for me to say the least. I then went into a lot of changes of like—” YN moves her hand fluidly up and down in a roller coaster motion. “—I was angsty to girly girl to frat girl to comfy to leather. And when I went on this solo journey, I was embracing both a new and older side of me with more pinks and heels but putting a sexier twist to it. And now m’all trousers and blazers but m’still very much figuring out me style. All of my different fashion ‘eras’ define a different chapter of me life and I think that’s such a cool thing about fashion. Clothes don’t wear you, you wear the clothes and when you have that in mind, it can give yeh a big sense of confidence.”

YN can’t help the smile tugging on her lips from her memories of being on stage, “And it’s such an indescribable feeling being on stage for tour and just seeing a sea full of the fans in those long gloves.”

“It has officially become one of many infamous YN YLN trademarks,” Sean points out.

“I guess so,” She laughs along with the host.

...

“We have a segment on our show called Explain That Gram where we do a deep dive on your Instagram and pull interesting photos that need more context.”

“Sounds good, man,” YN nods and she reaches for the hot sauce used for this piece of chicken. "This one has like a lemony taste to it. I like it."

"Well, we have this whole set for you to take home today."

"Shut up," Her eyes widen in excitement. "No way, that's very sweet of yeh. Thank yeh so much, I appreciate that."

When Sean pulls up the first picture on his laptop, YN immediately coos at the screen.

“Wow you guys really went far back, didn’t yeh? Yeah so this was at the band’s third tour, I believe. I remember having such a shitty day earlier before the show and to cheer me up, Harry asked if I could braid his hair,” YN giggles at the memory.

She was going through a rough patch with Matthew and they had an argument right before she had to do some interviews for the day and a show later that night. Knowing how to approach her best, Harry knocked on her dressing room door to see a teary eyed YN wiping her cheeks as quickly as she could. He didn’t ask her why she was crying or try to give her comforting words right away. Instead, he repeated his question when she gave him a furrow of her eyebrows and tilt of her head.

For the last 20 minutes before they had to head backstage, Harry sat on the floor in front of the couch in between her legs. As she twisted and weaved his long hair, he kept her laughing with poor jokes and funny vines he saved on his phone.

She didn’t have time to finish the middle section of his head and when she asked him to sit back down to take the braids out, he refused and basked in the warmth of her smile. He went on stage with them on and he never saw the smile leave her face.

“I had been bugging him to let me do it ever since he decided he wanted to grow his hair out and donate it to charity. It was a very sweet thing he did for me.”

“Hehe,” YN giggles happily at the memory this picture holds for her. She sees her 20-year-old self squished in between Harry and Louis, her Ray Bands over her eyes as she smiles brightly at the camera. “So this looks like 2014 1D and if you’ve seen the footage you can tell that we are—” YN hits a higher pitch as she sings her next words, “High as a fookin’ kite. We were in Brazil and we wanted to go out exploring but there was this massive crowd of fans outside our hotel—”

“Oh, don’t touch your eyes!” Sean quickly reminds YN as she goes to wipe at her eyes.

“Ah! ‘Fank you,” She laughs and dabs at her eyes once someone behind the camera hands her a tissue. “Okay, so there were a lot of fans blocking the front of the hotel and we couldn’t have just merely walked out and got to our cars or anything. I can’t remember who suggested it but we ended up getting out through the back of a bread van. We totally went by unnoticed!”

“We’re going in that?” YN points to the back of the white bread van that’s stuffed with pillows. By the tone of her surprised voice, the hotel workers’ eyes widen, their cheeks get red and they can feel the sweat accumulating on their foreheads in fear. They didn’t want to disappoint and anger a member of the most famous band on the planet. Yet their eyes stay wide for a different reason as YN breaks out into a beaming smile. “Sick!”

She grips onto one of the back doors as she swings herself into the tiny space covered in pillows.

Louis gives one of the hotel workers a reassuring smile and a pat on the chest, “Yeh get used to it. Can I come in and cuddle you, Niall?” He teases as everyone begins to squish in together. Ben Winston is the last to come in and close the door beside him. He’s brought a camera with him to record the trip as it’s going to be a part of the many video diaries that YN can’t keep track of.

“I used to be a baker so I love being in the back of the bread van,” Harry notes like he hasn’t brought up his part-time job from his teenage years before.

“Would you give it a rest, mate,” YN groans from her squished position between him and Louis, giving him a playful roll of her eyes before chuckling along with the rest of the boys. 

“I quite like it in here,” Zyan smiles happily from his corner of the van. It doesn’t take long before they can hear the hundreds of fans screaming outside the vehicle. Everyone makes a shushing noise to quiet everyone as they pass the masses of fans. 

YN already gets anxious when the band has to drive through massive crowds of fans who like to bang on the windows of the Range Rovers. The boys even like to push against the thick glass to counter the weight but that doesn’t stop the anxiety rushing to her chest when it happens. 

Her mind starts to race at the thought that if the fans did actually find out that they were in there, they could easily shred the tiny van into pieces. 

When Harry sees her chest begin to rise up and down at an increasing weight behind his dark sunnies, he doesn’t think twice about putting a hand over hers that’s gripping the pillow in the space between them. He’s thankful for the dimly lit setting and the way she has her legs bent as it covers their tightly, intertwined hands. She discreetly follows his nonverbal instructions and inhales deeply through her nose to copying how he makes a small ‘O’ with his mouth to exhale.

“Why don’t we make this trip a little more exciting?” Zayn wiggles his eyebrows as he pulls out something from his cargo shorts pockets. 

YN pushes her sunglasses up to the top of her head and squints at the tiny object between her bandmate’s fingers before she smiles in relief. She watches as Zayn brings up the rolled-up substance to his lips, flicking his thumb on the lighter before a flame appears. After starting it, he goes to pass it to Niall who immediately shakes his head. Once Louis’s taken a hit, he passes it to an eager YN.

Everyone begins to have their own side conversations and Harry feels the butterflies in his stomach threatening to escape when YN doesn’t let go of his hand. 

He watches from behind his pitch dark sunglasses as she holds the blunt between her thumb and first two fingers, wrapping her lips around it ever so gently and hollowing out her cheeks. Her teeth clench together as she holds the smoke in her lungs for a couple of beats, her eyelashes fluttering at the feeling before releasing the smoke into the space above her.

“How yeh feeling, Nialler?” Ben asks and turns the camera towards Niall in hopes of not capturing what the band is doing. Especially YN as it could cause harm to her “good girl” image that fans already know isn’t fully her.

“Not good,” He mutters out.

“Yeh want me to shotgun you one, Ni? It’ll make yeh feel better.” YN asks with a teasing smile once she blows out another puff from between her full lips, passing the blunt off to Harry. As he snickers along with the rest of the band, he has to admit that he’s relieved when Niall politely declines her offer. 

Once Harry has it between his lips and takes a deep inhale, he's suddenly coughing a few times into his fist.

"Woah," YN giggles and puts a hand on her bandmate's shoulder, already feeling the effects. "Maybe I should have offered you a hit instead."

Her teasing comment only makes him cough more at the intimate thought as he passes the drug to Liam.

"S'just been a while," He manages to say once he's calmed down.

"Just offering," YN smiles at him, biting down on her bottom lip as she leans her head back to the metal wall behind her.

"Well, you seem to be feeling better," Harry quickly changes the subject before he lets his hazy mind wander. He matches her position and leans his head back. A smile etches on his lips when she giggles, closing her eyes and nodding her head.

"Thanks to you," She whispers and gives his hand a squeeze. Getting into a fuzzy headspace, she doesn't think about how long she's been holding his hand or how it makes her skin tingle at his touch. Instead, she brings their hands up between them and pushes them flat against one another so their palms are together. "Woah, look how much bigger yeh hands are."

His dimples dig into his cheeks as he cheekily chuckles at her, letting her maneuver their hands together as she pleases.

"How long?" Louis asks the drivers through the wall behind him. After letting him know that they've arrived, he dramatically yells out, "Okay!"

As soon as their security teams have opened the back doors of the tiny van, everyone begins to scooch their way out.

"S'almost as big as me face!" Harry lets out a string of high-pitched giggles when YN grasps his hand in both of hers and holds it up close to her face to demonstrate her point.

“It made the experience 10x better than it needed to be,” YN laughs, reminiscing at the fun memories she had with her boys. “I just felt bad for Niall, poor thing got both motion sickness and a secondhand high.”

"Alright, last one."

“Yeah, so—” YN sucks in a deep breath through her teeth from the spicy wing she just had. “Um, this was around the time when I started to write some songs on me own, just out on a whim. This was when me manager told me that someone was interested in buying it. So that was me reaction to the news. As you can tell, I acted very professional and calm about the situation.”

...

"I must say that you're doing a really good job so far," Sean smiles at the pop star across the table. "Most would have finished their first glass of milk by now while you're still drinking water."

"I'm built different."

“It’s no surprise to anyone that you know your way around a guitar. You’ve shown off some of your favorite and unique guitars from your extensive collection over the past couple of years. From your custom-made Daisy Rock Debutante butterfly shape staple to your Fender Vintera '50s Stratocaster that was used in a plethora of ABBA’s songs. From Jimi Hendrix's 1967 Gibson Flying V to your baritone/tenor snail shaped ukulele—The Snailele. Out of the all of guitars in your care, what would you say is the coolest guitar you own and why is it your Red Special?”

YN covers her mouth as she laughs out loud while simultaneously trying not to think about the heat increasing in her mouth.

“How do you even know that? I mean, yeh asking me to pick me favorite is like choosing my favorite child. I love all me guitars and they all have a chokehold over me heart. My Red Special is just—” YN has to take in a deep breath in hopes to cool down the heat building on her tongue. “—one of the fookin’ coolest things I own. It’s a hand-crafted replica of Brian May’s guitar that he uses for literally everything and when I met him I nearly shit meself, m’not even joking. Like, that guy is fookn’ superhero, know what I mean? And when he gifted me the guitar, I saw the light, man. I literally had an outside body experience. Like I saw meself in the middle of Brian May’s dressing room as he handed me the guitar.”

“Some people buy and collect expensive cars, I have cool guitars,” YN shrugs with a content smile.

...

“Now, let’s talk about the infamous Harry Styles.”

YN nods her head towards the host, hissing in a deep breath from the hot wing she just ate. This piece has easily become one of the spicier wings so far and she can instantly tell why that is from the mention of her secret fiancé. She smirks as she raises her glass of water to her lips, “Lets.”

“So, you guys have known each other for a little more than 12 years now as you guys were in One Direction together. And on New Years 2020, it has revealed to the world that you guys were in a relationship. Now, I won’t ask for you to go into the details of your relationship but is there any particular reason as to why you guys have kept your anniversary a secret?”

“You know, from a very young age, mine and Harry’s lives have always been in the public eye,” YN licks her lips and chuckles as the burning sensation only increases the more she speaks. They don’t call this hot sauce DaBomb for nothing. “Holy shit. Think m’gonna have to take off me blazer for this one, is that alright?” YN questions, already shedding off her coat. The tattoos scattered along her arms go on display and fans can see Harry’s handwriting inked on her upper rib cage.

“Go ahead, whatever you need to do,” Sean gives her a comforting smile. “Here, I’ll even take my jacket off, too. We’re in this together.”

“I feel the support,” YN laughs but it only makes the stinging that much more intense. “M’actually starting to sweat. Oof okay umm…yeah, even the way our relationship was ‘announced’ kind of left us vulnerable, in a way.”

“What a start to the new year.”

“Exactly. And there was a time in our lives where we felt that everyone knew everything about us and it was something that just didn’t sit well with us. So to have this one piece of our lives for only ourselves just felt right. And even though I’m on social media more than he is and I post a couple of pictures of us every now and then, we definitely don’t feel that way anymore. Which feels really nice.”

“Moving onto the more professional side of your relationship with Harry, you’ve obviously worked with him during your time in the band. You were initially brought onto his production team as a songwriter for his first album, then a musician, vocal-arrangement manager, and producer for his second, and now you were all of the above plus co-lead producer for his current album, Harry’s House. You’ve also worked with big time artists like Little Mix, The Weeknd, Lizzo, and Olivia Rodrigo just to name a few. How did that initial experience help you grow as a producer and build relationships when working with other artists?”

“You’ve really done yeh research haven’t yeh?” YN giggles before going into a coughing fit, quickly bringing the red cloth over her mouth from the spicy wing. “Excuse me. Shit, sorry,” YN laughs before reaching for her tall glass of water.

“Is it finally starting to hit?”

YN takes a gulp of water, quickly licking her lips as she sniffles away the start of a running nose. Being as stubborn as ever, she shakes her head, “Nope.”

“We do have milk for you there if you need it,” Sean kindly points out and YN begins to chew on a piece of ice.

“Don’t need it, ‘fanks. Umm, oh right. Harry’s me best friend above all else and we’ve been writing together since as long as I can remember. We’ve gone through and learned about this process together for over a decade now. He’s considered one of me biggest clients and when we work together, I tell him the honest truth. I don’t like to suga’ coat shit and it’s how I work. That’s something that he knows, feel comfortable with, and respects. And there’s always that ‘something’ you learn about with every artist you work with. Like sure we can go into the studio cold turkey and make a song together but before I work with someone, I wanna take them outside of the mindset, ‘Okay, I wanna make a #1 hit single,’ and make a song that means something to them.”

YN swallows thickly, swinging her legs back and forth as she tries to get her thoughts in order from her spice-induced brain.

“With Harry, he’s sort of allowed me to explore and experiment when making music; he trusts me in that sense and as a producer, that’s the most important thing I can have when creating something as intimate as music.”

...

YN’s eyes widen when she sees Sean begin to shake the bottle, “O-oh we’re doing this?”

“It’s tradition around here to add a little bit more sauce on the last wing. Now you don’t have to if you don’t want to—”

“Seany boy, if there’s one thing yeh should know about me is that v’got a huge ego. But m’sure yeh already knew that,” YN just her hand out towards the host, wiggling her fingers while sucking in another sharp breath in hopes to ease the pain on her tongue. “Gimme that shit.”

With an uneasy sigh, YN shakes the bottle to pour some of the thick hot sauce to the last wing on the cutting board.

“Come on, YN,” YN whispers to herself. “You’re a bad bitch.”

Making sure to avoid her lips from touching the chicken as much as possible, she takes a heavy bite from the last wing.

She scrunches up her face as she chews but it turns into a pleasantly surprised expression. “Wait, what the fook that one was actually quite good. S’actually not that bad—oh shit, no nevermind.”

Sean chuckles at the rollercoaster of emotions displayed in front of him. YN gulps down as much water as she can.

“Okay, side question as you’re processing all of this: Since you have yet to reach for the milk we have for you, in your honest opinion, do you think Harry Styles could handle the range of spice that you’ve endured over the course of this show?”

YN chews and speaks around a mouthful of ice, “He can try but he wouldn’t make it past the second one.”

“Is that a little trash talk I hear?” Sean laughs.

“Listen up, baby,” YN leans her elbow on the table and points to the camera that’s solely directed on her. “I love yeh, you know I do, but you couldn’t eat any of this shit if yeh tried. Just the smell of it is gonna make your eyes water. Just looking out for you, lovie. And let’s face it, we both clearly know m’the stronger one here,” She blows a kiss at the camera and reaches for her water cup once again.

When she has the glass to her lips, she huffs out a giggle, “He’s gonna come after me for that later. Fook, s’like m’breahting fire right now.”

YN leans her forearms on the edge of the round table and balls her hands into fists to keep herself stable at the burning on her tongue intensifies.

“That last thing I wanna do before be close up shop here is play a little game of association. I’m going to throw out some stuff out to you and I want you to tell me the first thing that comes to your mind. Are you ready?”

“Hit me with ‘em.”

“Jacob Collier.”

YN scoffs and shakes her head with a smile, “A fookin’ mastermind.”

“The restaurant Danny’s Place.” YN throws her head back and laughs at how much research this guy actually did on her past. Her brain has turned into utter mush from the spicy chicken that she can’t come up with a polite, media-trained response.

“It’s still shit,” YN shrugs and she doesn’t even try to hide her smile.

“Loophole.”

“Woah,” YN’s eyes widen with a chuckle. “Oh my word. Hell yeah. Okay—you are like the best interviewer I’ve ever had in me life. Um, bitch’n.”

...

“Okay to this camera, this camera or this camera, tell the people what you’ve got going on lately.”

“Um—” YN blinks away her spice-induced tears away, sniffing and rubbing the red cloth to her runny nose. “M’currently on a world tour. So if yeh bought a ticket, I’ll see yeh lot very soon. Also, me new album Waiting Room comes out the day after tomorrow—Wait, when will this air? Well, it will be out very soon because I can’t really think straight at the moment. Erm, this show was a fookin’ piece of cake and Sean Evans is a legend.”

The Sean and the crew members behind the cameras all clap and cheer making YN laugh. Once the shoot is a wrap and the credits begin to show up at the bottom of the screen, YN gets up and out of her seat to give a hug to possibly her new favorite host.

“How often do you do this?” She genuinely asks.

“Every week.”

“You eat this spicy shit every week?” Sean nods and laughs at how wide her eyes get. “You’re a fookin’ legend, man. I mean it.”

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[mickeym4ndy]

for the gallavich headcanons - 35, 48, and 57! <3

ty for asking sorry this took so long!💚

35. When they’re not together do they text, call or FaceTime?

Ian texts Mickey but Mickey hates texting so any time Ian texts him a long message, Mickey just calls him and Ian repeats what he’s just said in the text. Feel like Mickey is the type of guy to reply ‘K’ but not even meaning it in an angry way, it’s just a quicker way of typing ok to him.

Now he’s used to it but I feel like when they were younger Ian used to overthink every message Mickey sent thinking “omg he hates me” but Mickey really just types like that. Like I feel like their texts probably look like:

Ian: Good luck today! You’ll be brilliant, I love you x.

Mickey: tnx. U 2.

or

Ian: Can u pick up lemons on the way home please x

Mickey: K

I think they’d FaceTime when they’re away from each other for more than a few days but not regularly.

48. After awhile, do you think people got to Ian and Mickey for relationship advice? (Gallaghers / friends / franny)

I think so! After a while. But not in the sense that they go specifically for advice. Lip & Tami just find themselves separately going over to Ian & Mickey’s whenever they’re frustrated with life or each other and Ian ends up giving Lip advice and Mickey talks with Tami. (I know there’s so evidence to suggest that Mickey and Tami will become friends but I love the idea so in my mind they do let me have fun!! They both help each other survive the Gallagher chaos like the in laws did in modern family)

I think as Franny gets older she goes to her uncles for a lot of things. Probably stays at their house often too.

57. What's their contact name on the others phone? how did they save it the first time they got the number? (Bonus: how did they get each others number?)

I think they’re pretty plain with this lol. Ian is just “Ian” in Mickeys phone and Mickey is “Mick” in Ian’s.

Never thought before how they might have each others numbers. I feel like Ian must’ve asked pretty early on for Mickey’s number under the guise of “that way I can text u whenever I wanna bang” but really he just really really wanted Mickey’s number.

I think Mickey didn’t save Ian’s number for ages because of all his internalized homophobia. To him that was too close to admitting Ian meant something to him. He just kept the text thread in his phone and went into it to talk to Ian before he eventually saved his number.