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maitaiwiththecorpses · 2 months

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Begin Agian.

inspired by Icebreaker by Hannah Grace

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The singing skates on the ice.

The scrape and sting.

It all comes back to one thing: Hockey.

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When his heart beats too fast, Aiden always knew exactly what to do. Go to the rink, lace up, and force his skates to move in parallel lines. Each skate would face straight ahead, an even distance from each other, and never touch.

Aiden would do this for hours and hours and it always worked.

Until her.

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Aru is a hockey player. She doesn't look like one, or even act like one. In fact, you could even say she doesn't skate like one.

She is, though.

Where every other player on the ice is all straight lines and sharp edges, Aru skates in cursive- delicate turns and moves that are so small but have an attitude bigger than the rink.

She is not a figure skater. At least, not anymore.

Her style has enough nuance that, matched with her lithe body, makes her nearly invisible on the ice-

Until she has the puck.

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His mom's a coach. It's pure coincidence that she ends up being his coach, though.

"Boys, huddle up!" Aiden skates over to her, taking his helmet of as he goes. He's not calculated, though, how fast he's going, and ends up having to turn at the last minute into the boards. "Aiden," she reprimands, and he knows that he's in for it on the car ride home.

She clasps her hands. "Listen. You all know the girl's team coach, yes? Shakhuni? Well, he and I have noticed some... animosity between the two teams."

"I don't understand, coach," one of the guys- Blythe, I later realize- says. "We don't even talk to the girl's team-"

"Don't! Don't give me that bullshit, Mr. Fahey. Or do I have to pull up video from last week's party that you all attended? Don't think I didn't hear everything." Aiden winces, recalling the events of the party. Blythe and Rudy, his cousin, had poured a keg of beer on a few members of the girl's team while they celebrated their win against a rival team.

Shit. He was at that party. He could get totally screwed over for this.

"Their coach has talked his team down from going absolutely batshit on your asses, but you know what? I was about to let them beat the shit out of you all- you deserve it. Davey College is a tough team to beat, and last I checked, you all couldn't do it. The least you could do is celebrate them. And for the record, Mr. Fahey-" Blythe immediately recoiled. Aiden couldn't tell if he should laugh or feel sorry for his teammate. "It isn't better that you don't speak to the girl's team. You're part of the same department, you should be like a family."

"So what are we doing about it?" Aiden asked, pushing off the boards to join the group.

His mom gave him a stink eye before continuing. "You will have to share the rink." Sounds of shock and dismay bubbled up from the team. "Meet with their team- discuss a time, discuss scheduling. I don't care how you do it, just know that you are now in charge of how much you are allowed to practice."

Up till then, Aiden's day had been going pretty well.

Until now.

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"What the fuck do you mean we have to share a rink?" Her coach walked away flippantly, not responding. "Boo?!"

"Ms. Shah, I don't get paid enough for this, go complain to the dean if you're really upset."

She stumbled off the ice, not even bothering to take her skates off before trying to catch up to her coach. Her skates felt clunky on the carpet floor, but she reached him eventually, and when he felt her jerk his shoulder back, he finally relented.

"Malini is really trying to imbibe these boys with good values, Aru."

"At the cost of our training? Huh? Is that how it is?"

He pushed a crumpled post-it note into her hand. "You have a meeting with their team captain at two. You're to discuss and lay out the groundwork for a future schedule. Stay strong, don't let him walk all over you."

"That is so bullshit, Boo, you know I wouldn't let him-"

"Aru. Cool it. You're not on the ice anymore. Just- do what's best for your team, you hear?"

She sighed and let him walk off- this argument wasn't worth either of their time, and she needed to get dressed. Aru undid her skates and took off her gear, leaving on the white long sleeve and pulling her high-waisted jeans out of her bag. If there was one thing good about gear bags, it was that they were like voids- they never ran out of space.

"Hey, Aru?" Hira skated over with both their sticks. She'd left it on the ice after storming to Boo. Hira handed it to Aru, a frown on her face. "What's the verdict? Are we actually doing this?"

"I have to meet their captain in thirty minutes, so, yeah, I guess we are."

Hira crumpled her face in disgust. "Don't they get that this is so insensitive after last week?"

"It's not my place to argue. Apparently the dean and director of the sports department are in on it too." She finished putting on her sneakers before locking up her gear bag and grabbing her regular backpack. "I'll tell you how it goes, ok? You can fill Brynne in, too, just don't let it get too big." The dean wanted to keep the incident on the down-low, so in theory, only Aru, the coaches, and the boy's team captain were supposed to know about this meeting, but Hira had watched everything go down, and Aru wasn't about to stop her teammates from getting in on all the bullshit.

Until the bullshit got too much.

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An unknown number was ringing on his phone and his mother was glaring at him to pick up.

"Ma, you don't have to drive me back to the house."

"I'm not driving you to that frat house, Aiden, I'm driving you to the conference room."

"Already?" He jumped forward in his seat, eyes wide at his mother. "I haven't prepared any pointers, I can't meet her yet."

"She just got off practice, you'll both be on the same level. And that's her calling, if you didn't know, so you better pick it up, or she'll stick a puck up your ass the next time she sees you."

Aiden picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hi, this is Arundhati Shah speaking. Is this Aiden Acharya?"

"Uh, yeah. This is Aiden. You can- you can just call me Ai-"

"Alright I'm at a Starbucks right now but apparently there's a conference room at Kingdom Quad we were supposed to meet at. It's a little out of my way, so I'm going to be a bit late. Please keep the data from your team ready for access incase we need to analyze team value."

"Excuse me-" Aiden was officially scowling. Team value? Is she for real?

His mom lit up with a bright smile. "What is she saying, what is she saying? Put her on speaker, nah?"

Aiden cleared his throat. "Um, Arundhati, I'm gonna put you on speaker, I'm here with Coach Acharya."

Immediately, Aru's tone changed from cold and unfriendly to warm and inviting. "Nice to meet you ma'am, though not in person. I was just saying I'm going to be a bit late to the meeting seeing as it's quite far away from where I am right now and I didn't get the details until just recently-"

"Oh, no worries, Ms. Shah!" Seriously? Since when did his mom get all chill? "What's the point of me having a car if I don't help out a fellow female athlete. Send Aiden a pin of your location and we should be there soon!"

"Sorry, who's we-?"

"Send the pin, dear!" And then, with no warning, his mother pressed cut on the call.

"Ma!"

"What? Did she send yet?"

"We're not picking her up!"

"Oh yes we are. And you are going to sit in the back seat with her, too. This is team bonding for a reason. The animosity between even the captains is so thick." She sighed heavily. "I have never been so sad to see such unsupportive men and women's hockey teams of each other. Truly. In my time, your father's team and mine- we were best of friends. Half of our teams were dating each other, the other half acted like siblings. You know- in our second year, both hockey teams decided to pool money and buy a house together? We all lived together for the next three years- every member of the teams. It seems, though, that the house has fallen out of favor with the girls and now you boys are the only ones using it."

"The house is a bit big," he relented, putting up Aru's location on the GPS. He saved her number in his phone as he did it - Arundhati Shah Women's Hockey Team Captain (Cranky)- and turned up the NPR on the radio.

"You see? That's what I'm talking about. You're not using it to its full potential, just like your defensive line." And all of a sudden, she was back to Coach and not Mom, lecturing about how weak the defense can get. "Arre, Aiden, go to the back, we're pulling up on Aru's location soon."

"Ma, please, I don't want to sit next to her, it's gonna be so awkward."

"Aiden. Listen to me, beta. In life, you must do the awkward shit first to get to the good shit next. Now get out of the front seat."

Aiden heaved a sigh as he climbed into the back, nearly somersaulting into the seat before he buckled up.

"Arundhati! Hello! In back you go, now." His mom smiled brightly through the window at the crowded Starbucks outside, gesturing to the back seat with more joy than she should have possessed.

"Oh, thank you Coach Acharya-"

"Please, dear, it's Malini Auntie. I knew your mother in college very briefly. Plus, Coach Acharya is my ex husband." Aiden scoffed in disgust at the mention of his father. One hell of a coach he was.

"Oh, well. Thank you, Malini Auntie, I really appreciate-" Arundhati stopped midway as she slid into the backseat, making eye contact with Aiden. "Oh, that's what you meant when you said 'we'. Hello, you must be Aiden Acharya."

Aiden cringed internally at his full name- this girl was so frigid and formal, what was her problem?!

"It's just Aiden, really no need for the Acharya part."

"Ah, Aiden, what are you talking about? You must be proud of who you are. You are the son of two very famous NHL players. You must hold your last name with pride. Arundhati, you'll have to teach my son a little something about pride in yourself- I love your name so much, and you let people call you Arundhati?"

Arundhati looked nearly nauseous next to Aiden, but tittered half-heartedly. "No, ma'am, as proud as I am of my name, I do typically ask people to call me Aru."

His mother went silent in the front seat. The point she'd been trying to make had been upturned. The car went into park outside of a large building surrounded by spring grass. "Ahem. Aiden. Ms. Shah. I will see you both next at the joint team meeting." She turned back to look at Aiden. "Beta, do try to be flexible, haan?"

"Thanks, Ma. Bye."

As they got settled in the conference room, Arundhati seemed to be minding her own business.

Until she slammed a puck on the table.

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"Listen here, buddy. Here's what's going to happen. The girl's team is exponentially better than yours-"

"Woah there!" Aiden yelled, trying to interject. Aru wasn't having any of it.

"I'm not done speaking. You will speak when I'm done." She bit back the bitch! at the end of her sentence, not wanting to further antagonize him.

"Fine. Fine. Say what you have to say and we'll see- whaaaat is that?" Aru had slid her phone over to Aiden, pulling up the video from last week's party. In it, Rudy and a blond hockey boy poured a keg of beer over her.

"That was me, a week ago, after one of the biggest games of my life. Those were your teammates, a week ago, after one of the biggest games of my life." Aru remembered the rush of heat she had felt in embarrassment- she never threw big college parties, it had been such a bad idea to do it- and the sticky sweet of the beer all over her. The video cut off right after, but she had run to the bathroom and thrown up once the beer stopped pouring out of pure embarrassment.

It was one of the worst days of her life.

And Aiden was quiet, for once.

"Your team has a track record of being total bitches. Y'all minimize our wins and maximize our losses. You harass our players and treat them like shit. This is it. This is the final blow."

"So what do you propose?" Aiden said, nearly sounding remorseful.

"In terms of sharing the rink- there's an uneven amount of hours for the hockey teams to practice. I say the girl's team gets the extra hour. We perform better overall, we should get more ice time."

"If y'all perform so well, why do you need the extra time? Give it to the boys." Aru was starting to get irritated again- this man truly had no sympathy.

"We perform better because we work every chance we get. We should get the extra time."

"Why don't we split it in half? Thirty and thirty?" Aru shook her head. God, this boy was dumb.

"No one's gonna come to practice for thirty minutes, and the skating team practices right after this block, so I'm not willing to risk the wrath of their coach because your team went over." She noticed his fingers tapping on the glass of the table and nearly felt sorry for him. She would have been so much jitterier than him if she was in his position.

Aiden narrowed his eyes at the puck on the table, chewing the inside of his cheek. "Well, we're supposed to plan team bonding, yeah?"

"I mean, I guess," Aru relented, shrugging her shoulders.

"Why don't we have the teams share the rink? And instead of it being more of a focused practice it could be like a play time?"

Aru stared at him incredulously. "You want to give twenty four professional athletes an hour of playtime?"

"Yes."

This man was joking, right? But it was a good idea. It would satisfy the coaches in terms of 'team bonding' and if they planned it right, it could be utilized as an hour of training.

"Fine. Fridays at six is playtime." Aiden cracked a smile just then and Aru thought she would throw up. This was a significantly tighter schedule than she was used to, there was no missing just one practice because you were sick, or running late from another class. She'd have to find a way to make it up for herself- maybe come into the rink before it opened for some solo skating. It wasn't the best idea, but it would keep her conditioned.

"Ok. I look forward to seeing you at the team meeting," Aiden said, before promptly leaving the room.

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Eldritch House- College Frat, Or Symbol of Hockey Unity?

Aiden frowned at the article on his phone. This was new. There were pictures in it of the construction of the house he lived in with his teammates, and the first class of hockey players who lived in it. He spotted his own parents in a few of the pictures as he read the article accuse the boy's team of getting rid of the unity that came with their university's hockey teams and how it was a degradation of tradition.

He copied the link and sent it to Arundhati, remembering his mother's words earlier that day. The guilt of it all finally filled him as he sat in bed, he remembered all the shitty things the girl's team had gone through just that semester, and he felt even worse that now that he'd met Aru and seen the pain behind her eyes about the beer incident.

Needless to say, this caused a complete anxious meltdown. It was three am, and then suddenly it wasn't.

4:30 am

might as well get down to the rink for some early practice, he thought. He grabbed his gear bag, leaving all hopes for any chai for the next five hours behind.

He was close friends with the custodians at the rink, so they let him when he shows up at all odd hours of the day. "Mornin, Greg."

"Hope your morning grump gets cheered up in there, Acharya," Greg smiled a knowing smile, and Aiden frowned.

"Sorry?"

"Head on in, son."

Aiden just nodded gratefully, not awake enough to process Greg's cryptic message. When he entered the rink, Chandelier by Sia blasted, and the scrape of skates were already running.

Arundhati.

She had two weights strapped to her torso and calves, and she was doing a freakishly familiar routine on the ice.

2012 Winter Olympics.

Aiden remembered. He'd studied the pair routine for days in secret- he was obsessed. In a leap of faith, he put his bags down and laced up, falling in line right behind the other hockey captain, parallel to her.

She noticed him very suddenly, but before she could say anything, he pushed off hard and turned to face her, skating backwards and to the left- he tilted his head in question- you know the next turns?

She stared at him coldly, reaching her hands out to him, building speed and turning Aiden so he didn't bang into the boards. They crouched in time, and Aiden stood in just the right moment, spraying ice and spinning them giddily. Something flickered behind her eyes and she shook her head, subtly hinting that whatever this was was over.

Aiden let go, and she glided backwards on her skates, still crouching.

"You're a figure skater?"

"No. Not anymore. I just came here to train."

Aiden smirked despite himself. "With a skating routine?"

"It's a lot more intensive than you think. You just saw. Look, your already sweating." She gestured to his forehead, which was indeed beaded with sweat. "Now try doing it with fifty pounds on your body."

"That can't be healthy, Shah."

"It's fine," she snapped. "I don't need you policing my body and my rink."

"Arundhati-"

"Aru, please. It's unnecessary to be this formal at five am."

ok, then.

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"Aru," his voice sounded so foreign to her ears, with her name. She couldn't tell if she liked it or not. He was precise. That routine wasn't good, but he knew it. It scared her.

The weights pulled into her ribs- it was starting to hurt a bit. Tough it out, Shah.

"You know boy's practice starts soon, yeah?" Aiden searched her face for something, and she scowled at him. Did she look like she was in pain?

"Of course. Listen, if you're here to practice, that's cool and all, but I need to train, too. I'm gonna put my headphone in." She skated over to the rink side seats, tapping on her phone to get her music started up. She could feel his gaze on her back, and part of Aru wanted to turn around and scream "WHAT" at his face.

She didn't do that, though.

Pity.

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An hour went by, then two. Aru didn't stop. Those weights were totally hurting at this point, Aiden could tell from the look on her face. He could also tell that she couldn't hear him. He tried talking to her momentarily while her back was turned, and he found that she couldn't hear a thing with those headphones on. She'd do laps and laps on the ice and not a sound would get through to her. So he talked. He blabbered and blabbered to her while he did drills, not caring if he was heard or not- it was the perfect remedy to his midnight anxiety.

And then the guys started rolling in. Aru still did not notice. She had started doing drills in the middle right about when Aiden had gone off for a water break. He heard Blythe yell from the locker room, "get out on the ice, guys!" And then Aiden saw it. Tommy Glasgow, barreling onto the ice towards Aru at full speed, backwards. She was hitting the boards before he even jumped over them, and at the speed he was going, god knows that he would have hit the boards too had he not stopped.

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This is what happened to Malini Auntie, Aru thought dimly. Most people thought the professional hockey player had quit the sport due to her unexpected pregnancy with her son, but Aru knew they were wrong. It was the semi-finals. They were winning- they were supposed to go to finals within the week. Just five more minutes of the half. Malini didn't know she was pregnant yet- it was too early to see the signs, too insignificant. And then the accident happened. She got into a fight with the opposing team- they bashed her into the boards.

Malini Acharya broke three ribs and her femur that day. She also found out that 1. She was pregnant. And 2. Her career as a professional NHL player was over.

This isn't happening. Her career couldn't be over. It would be terrible.

"ARU!" There was a dizzying shout from above her. Or was it to the left?

Someone gripped her face- not too hard, but enough to feel. "Stay conscious, ok?"

Aru felt herself shake her head. She was so tired. She just wanted to go to bed.

"No. Dude. Shah. I need you to stay with me, ok?" Someone shouted 'ambulance' in the background- Aiden's hands were really warm. The rink is so cold- how did she not notice that earlier?

"Cold," she choked out, with a broken smile.

"Shit, she's going into shock. Hey, Shah, who am I?"

"Whaddya talkin bout?" She slurred. What was this man talking about? Stupid, silly, warm-

"I'm Aiden, and I just happen to be a super hot guy who likes you." She was being lifted now. Aiden sounded desperate. Stupid. Super hot? That's not accurate.

"I would say-" her eyelids fluttered. What is happening? "-more cute than hot."

"Ma'am I'm going to need you to stay conscious. Sir, could you continue speaking to her- it's best if she stays awake." Aru heard the crackle of walkie talkies, and suddenly she could hear her heart in her ears and her eyes were awake and wide.

"I loved walkie talkies as a kid, you know?" She said to Aiden. His hand was wrapped around hers tight, and he looked so, so pale.

"Shit, that adrenaline stuff they gave you really worked."

Aru felt herself frown. "Who's they?"

"The- Shah, you're in an ambulance. You're going to the hospital."

"No I'm not."

"Yes you a-"

The end, Aru.

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He'd been here for six hours. It was ridiculous.

"She's out now," a nurse came to inform him.

She had passed out in the ambulance. She had a concussion and a singular broken rib.

When he walked into the hospital room, she was there, staring him down. "You have anxiety."

A million thoughts raced through his head, "what."

"I didn't have any music in at the rink. I was listening the whole time."

"Oh. Well. Glad to know you haven't lost your memory."

"You need therapy," she said bluntly.

"Perhaps." He relented.

"You like me," she said, once again as blunt as can be.

"Oh, you really remember everything." He started sweating. What the hell was he thinking, confessing to her like she was on his deathbed?

"Aiden I don't hate you. I hope you know that."

"Alright Shah. I'm glad to hear."

"I wouldn't hate it if I could begin again with you."

"Me neither, Shah. Me neither."

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A/N: Does this fic have a part two? YES IT DOES!

#I know I was asked to tag ppl when I released this but I can’t remember for the life of me who #um #part two coming soon #hopefully #aru shah #roshani chokshi #the pandava quintet #aruden #lightning smolder #aiden acharya #aru shah and the end of time #aru shah and the city of gold #aru shah and the nectar of immortality #aru shah and the song of death #aru shah and the tree of wishes #icebreaker #hannah grace #hockey au

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dialmforolrik · 11 months

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So there's this really cool thing Spanish does with pronouns. I'll try to explain (I'm no linguist, so feel free to correct me!).

Pronouns can be used as an accusative to mark the direct object of an action, as in "me bañe y me vestí" ("I showered and dressed myself"), or in "te beso" ("I kiss you"). Simple enough, right? It's your standard accusative personal pronouns.

But here's the thing. They can also be used as dative when the action concerns someone even though they may not be its direct object. For example, you can say "se rompió" ("it broke [itself]"), which is an accusative, but you can also add a dative and say "se me rompió" ("it broke [itself] [on me]"). You could very well imagine, then, a mother warning their children "¡Se me van a matar si siguen brincando así!" ("You're gonna kill yourself [on me] if you keep jumping up and down like that!"). You could even say, so as to mark a personal affection for the action's direct object, "no se me ponga a llorar" ("don't you start crying on me").

Alright. But you can take that a step forward. If your partner is looking particularly cute when going out, you could tell them "estás tan guapo que se te me van a robar" ("you're so cute they are gonna steal you from me").

#part two coming soon #?#grammar #spanish grammar #lingblr #pronouns #linguistics #spanish #reflexive pronouns #accusative #dative

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clowndogvibes · 1 year

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Welp, it's been two years since I drew all of @elbdot 's pokemon inspired outfits.... I think it's time for a redraw, don't you?

So, to celebrate the 6th year anniversary of El's amazing adventures throughout Alola...

LETS DO A REDRAW!!

March 2020 vs. December 2022

First up is Sweets! Still doing the cheerleader look, but with a bit more pizazz!! I also gave her a hairbow with the little wing parts!

Up next is Jenna!! I moved from a fancy ballgown to a more Swan Lake/Black Swan sort of vibe, with some inspiration from the latest Pokemon game with the crystals!

Next is Kira! An absolute sweetheart of a pokemon, I went with a more playful sunny vibe for her! Also added sunflowers for a nice touch!!

And of course, we can't forget her sister Leia!! She's got a sweet softer picnic vibe this time around!! Perfect outfit for spring!

Up next is our favorite motherly fish, Lumion! She's got a lovely sleek dress that's perfect for a flashy party!! It even glows!!

(And since I have run out of space for pictures... part 2 is coming right after this!!

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mmayawriter · 6 months

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Chapter titles from my autistic brain

1.I ain't reading all that! 2.My Love, all mine, all mine 3.Holy Mother God, you made a mistake: me 4.*Action Winter Journey starts playing in the background* Well we're fucked. 5.How ba-a-a-ad can I be? 6.How bad can I possibly be? (Let's see!) 7.Cigarette Ahegao 8.Did you not read the colony policy? 9.Why is life so vile?! 10.Naughty from Matilda is playing in my head on loop 11.I've wasted like half of my summer (tryna hold on your hand) 12."No [name], you shut up!" "Hey, that's [name]'s [object]-" .and the first line is "Not anymore!" 13.Eenie meenie miney mo, now all ya clothes gotta go! 14.Nothing's new. 15.September 1st, 1998: Dear Diary 16.Don't lose your head 17.Gretel by Soddiken is a carbon copy of my life 18.I can't handle change. 19.Chop Chop Slide 20.Was it the Boogey man? 21.I hate who I was before 22.My face will be too mingled to identify 23.Send you at a wedding in Somewhere-Stan with you as the bride 24.Honey whatcha ya waiting fo-(SHUT UP (name)!) 25.Stay in don't help yourself 26.(name)'s Inferno (excuse me sir!)

#chapter titles #My brain is like a library of content #part two coming soon #music

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weepynymph · 1 year

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Take me to church / Rory & Finn

For @notes-in-the-margins and I’s Rory x Finn au (which I am so so excited to work on!)

Check out Part Two & their edits!

#Rory x Finn #gilmore girls #rory gilmore #Finn Morgan #gg edit #my edits #my gifs #equal parts fun and stressful tracking down clips for this #part two coming soon

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fandom-alley · 1 year

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You're So Gorgeous | Part 1 - Dating Apps

Summary: Penelope and Emily sign Spencer up for a dating app without him knowing. Spencer was not anticipating to meet someone he was interested in so fast. Category: Friendship, fluff Pairing: Spencer Reid/OFC also Spencer & Friends Warnings: Small amount of BAU case mention Word Count: 2.5K Part Two AO3

“Ugh.” Spencer threw his new cellphone onto his desk in frustration. “Why is this thing so complicated? What ever happened to a simple button? The whole thing is a screen.”

“What’s going on, boy wonder?” Penelope asked, having heard his cries of frustration while walking through the bullpen.

“I can’t figure out how to use this phone.” He replied, pointing to the offending device laying uselessly on a stack of case files.

“Is that the new iPhone?” She asked, eyeing up the sparkling silver phone. She made her way closer to his desk to pick it up and examine it. Flipping it back and forth in her hands as if it was a piece of rare history.

“Yes. The seller told me they no longer support the technology of my old one and I was forced to upgrade. But I can’t even figure out where all my contacts are.” He complained.

Spencer wasn’t one for big advancements in technology. Despite how fast computers were compared to twenty years ago, nothing was a match for how fast he could read through a physical book. Plus, the way the weight of a book felt in his hands, the way the pages slipped through his fingers, was unmatched. No computer could ever give him that feeling.

“What’s this about a new phone?” Emily said as she joined them at his desk.

“Boy wonder got the new iPhone but even with his IQ of 187 he can’t figure out how to use it.” Penelope quipped.

“Well, there’s no one better to teach you then Miss Penelope Garcia here.” Emily said with a clap to Penelope's shoulder.

“Exactly! You’ll need your contacts transferred over from your last SIM card, that’s why you can’t find them. And probably a few apps downloaded as well.” She glanced up at Spencer as she rambled and noticed the dread written on his face. “Tell you what, how about I take your phone for a while and do all that stuff for you, and when it’s lunch time I’ll show you how to use it.” She offered.

“Please and thank you. I’ll buy you lunch.” Spencer pleaded, giving her the puppy dog eyes.

“Consider it a date! See ya soon, my pretty.” She said, and with a flourish made her way back to her office with Emily hot on her heels.

Spencer didn’t even consider for one moment that the pair would do anything else with his phone besides set it up.

He went back to working on his case files, with the old reliable stack of papers. Scratching blue ink onto page after page as he wrote down the events that went unfolded on their last case. In no time he was finished up, then grabbed some off of Morgans desk, who’s stack of papers was starting to pile so high it was at risk of toppling over.

By the time lunch rolled around, Spencer was so hungry that he didn’t even question the mischievous looks on Penelope and Emily’s faces as the trio made their way into the popular cafe downtown for food. The smell of brewing coffee and fresh baked bread greeted them as they walked through the doors. Spencer took a deep inhale, never able to get over how delicious it smelt in there.

As promised, he ordered and paid for Penelopes lunch, and did the same for Emily as well. He figured she helped with the phone stuff since she had disappeared into Garcia’s office with her and wasn’t seen for the rest of the morning. And if she hadn’t, well, then Spencer was being nice and treating his good friend to a delicious meal.

The cafe was a popular choice with the BAU team. Not only for lunch, but for breakfast and coffees as well. They were open nearly 24/7, serving the freshest coffee all the time, so of course it was the number one pick for a quick place to go.

With the orders placed, Spencer joined the girls who had taken a seat at a window table. He sat beside Penelope, who wasted no time pulling out his new phone from her purse, sliding closer to him so they could both view the screen. Emily leaned over the table to try to get a better view, but eventually sat back in her seat and drank her coffee when she couldn’t quite see the screen.

“Alright, so this is where you find your contact list, and this is where you’ll go to quickly see previous messages. This is your email, so you can easily check it while out on a case.” explained Penelope. She had him tapping all the apps and widgets, getting him familiar with the navigation on his new device.

She was still coaching him through everything when their food was delivered to the table, so Spencer sat the phone down next to his plate so he could eat.

A ding came from the phone as he was chewing on his turkey sandwich, drawing his attention to the top of the screen that was flashing with a notification.

“Jessica thinks you’re cute.” He murmured, reading the message out loud. “Who the heck is Jessica?”

Spencer looked up to his friends, turning his head back and forth to look between them, waiting for one of them to reply. Emily made herself busy rearranging her burger, pretending they didn’t place the toppings on it correctly. And Penelope tried her best to keep staring out the window, trying to be engrossed it the people walking past. But it didn’t take her long to give in to Spencer’s stares.

“Okay fine. We signed you up for a dating app.” She blabbed.

“Penelope! I thought we would at least be able to finish our meals before you broke.” Emily complained.

“Why did you sign me up for a dating app?” Spencer scrunched up his eyebrows in confusion.

“Well, obviously to get you out dating.” Said Penelope. She tapped on the phone screen to open the app as she talked. “See, look. Here’s your handsome face as your profile picture, and this is a quick blurb about you to gather more interest, even though they probably don’t need it after seeing your stunning face.”

Spencer zeroed in on the red numbers at the top of his profile. “What do these numbers mean?” He asked her.

“Oh that! 99+ people are interested in you. For the sake of the basic app’s capacity, they don’t show numbers above 99 unless you pay the premium price. And this number, 75, is how many people you’ve already matched with.”

“What? Already? I’ve been on the app for three minutes.” He was shocked.

“Well, we might have taken the liberty to swipe yes on a number of eligible ladies before we came to lunch.” Penelope said sheepishly.

“How did you know I would even be interested in them?”

“We didn’t. But that’s kind of the point with dating apps. You just swipe yes on as many people as you feel like, wait until one of them matches with you, and then start a conversation and hope for the best.” Emily said with a shrug.

“This is ridiculous.” Spencer reached for the phone, shaking his head and wanting to exit out of the app.

“Just give it a try!” Emily grabbed the phone before he could get to it. She tapped around for a few seconds, just out of Spencers grasp as he tried to reach for it by leaning across the table. “Here, she looks nice. I said ‘hi’ for you.”

Emily slid the phone back to Spencer. Hesitantly, he picked it back up and looked at the screen. Her picture was, he had to admit, very beautiful.

It was a candid shot, possibly from a recent vacation, with a white sand beach and blue water behind her. She had long and luscious wavy hair, longer than he’d ever seen on a woman before. But then again, he was used to working with his BAU girls, who, apart from Penelope, usually kept their hair on the shorter shoulder length side for job convenience.

This girls smile was radiant. Whoever had taken the photo must have said something really entertaining to get her to smile so wide, crinkling the corners of her eyes. Spencer was entranced. He scanned the rest of her profile with a quick glance. She only had a few words in her description blurb.

Over achiever who loves to read and hike.

“How come she doesn’t have a last name?” Spencer asked when he realized at the top of her profile it just read, Avianna - 31.

“For privacy reasons they don’t let you, and leave it up to the people talking wether or not they want to disclose anything more personal.” Penelope explained.

As Spencer was eyeing up her picture again, the phone lit up with a new notification that led with her name.

“I think she replied to your message, Emily.” He said. He clicked on it, which brought him to their chat. He tilted his head a little to side in contemplation at the sight of her message, a little bit confused on how the dating app worked, since he was now looking at a skill testing math equation. “Do you normally have to answer a math equation to continue on with a conversation?”

Emily burst out laughing, almost spitting her coffee out onto the table. “Excuse me?” She asked between breaths.

Wordlessly, Spencer slid the phone over to Emily, who just started to laugh more.

“Let me see that.” Penelope grabbed the phone from the table and quickly read over the chat. “Oh, that’s hilarious. Spencer, you have to go for it.”

“I don’t understand.”

“She’s testing you. Or more likely every guy who messages her. Asking a question right off the bat will give her information on if the guy is worth the hassle on getting to know. Usually it’s something more along the line of ‘are you married?’ Or, ‘are you an axe murderer?’ A math question is new.” She chuckled.

He also wasn’t sure why she would ask him a math equation over something more related to dating, but he respected it. Whatever worked for her, and if he answered correctly maybe he would find out the reason.

He typed out his answer quickly, showing his work process like he was always taught in school, before giving the final answer.

"How did you get that answer so fast?” Emily asked.

“It’s an SAT question.” Stated Spencer.

“Do you think she’s a teacher?”

“I guess the only way to find out is to ask her.”

Spencer didn’t receive a reply right away. So the three of them finished up their meals and went back into work. About an hour later, the quiet morning was over and they were called into the round table room to discuss a case. The second body of an older male was found, right here in Virginia, and the local PD were asking for help figuring out the unsub’s MO.

The meeting was quick and to the point, thanks to Garcia’s fantastic as always presentation of evidence. Hotch assigned Spencer and Derek to go to the morgue, so the two boys got into the SUV. Derek drove there swiftly, in the hopes that they might be able to solve this one by nightfall.

About halfway there Spencer’s phone dinged again in his pocket. His stomach tingled in nervous anticipation for Avianna’s reply.

Wow, consider me impressed. I was not expecting a real answer. But I’ve got to be honest, I’m glad, because if that’s what you actually look like in your picture, you are gorgeous.

Spencer felt the blood rush to his cheeks as he read her reply. Somewhat unsure how to proceed, having never done this before, he typed out a message back to her.

Spencer - Thank you. If your picture is to be believed as well, you are very beautiful. Avianna- I’m blushing Spencer- Honestly, me too. And my partner is starting to look as me weird. Avianna- Wait. Partner? Are you already seeing someone? Please don’t tell me you’re married. Spencer- Sorry, no, I meant my work partner. I’m single. Avianna- Phew, you had me worried there for a second. But you’re working! Don’t let me keep you. I should probably get to work as well. Message me later and we can keep chatting? Get to know each other a little bit. Spencer- I would love that. Good luck with work. Avianna- You as well!

“What’s got you smiling so big over there?” Derek asked from the drivers seat.

Spencer wasn’t sure if he should tell the man. He didn’t know much about Avianna yet. Didn’t even know what she did for work. Their conversation was quick and didn’t reveal any personal information about either of them. But then again, Penelope had set this up. The BAU’s biggest gossip. So if he didn’t tell Derek, he would know by tonight anyways.

“A girl.” Spencer said simply.

Derek swerved the car as he looked over at Spencer in shock. He had to grab the handle to keep from bumping into the door as Derek straightened out the wheel.

“What?” Derek asked loudly. Spencer chewed on his lip as he contemplated how much he was going to tell his friend, before deciding he should just spill it all.

“Her name is Avianna, and I’ve met her on a dating app that Penelope and Emily signed me up for at lunch time. We’ve had one conversation, just now, and I don’t even know her last name yet.”

“Wow. So you’ve known her online for like, two hours, and she’s already got you smitten.”

“One hour, forty minutes and seven seconds.” Spencer corrected.

“Once again. Wow.”

“Yeah.”

“What makes her so special already?” Asked Derek as he turned down a one way street, getting closer to the morgue.

“It’s hard to say. I’ve never used a dating app before. I’ve never even used a cellphone that much, if I’m honest. But, there’s something that just seems so genuine with her already. I mean, before she even answered my ‘hi’ she was asking me a math equation. And then once I answered, she said she was glad I did because she finds me gorgeous.” Spencer told his friend.

“What about her? Is she pretty?” Derek asked.

“Beautiful.” Replied Spencer. At the next red light he showed Derek her profile picture on his phone.

“My man!” Derek said with a clap on the shoulder.

“She told me to message her again when I was done work. So, let’s hurry up and get there to solve this thing so I’m not sending that message at two in the morning.”

“On it, pretty boy.” Derek said with a laugh, and he pressed the gas peddle a little harder. “You know, the girls are going to freak out that you’ve been talking to her and they don’t know it yet.”

“Oh I know. But they signed me up for this without my knowledge. So they can wait a little longer before they know she messaged me back.” Spencer stared out the window at the passing buildings, a smile blooming on his face. It was a rare moment that he would rather be texting on his phone than rereading case files, but he couldn’t stop thinking about what to say next.

Hope you enjoyed! Please like or reblog to show support! <3

#spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid x original female character #spencer reid #spencer reid/original female character #spencer reid fanfic #part two coming soon #i will come back and add a link when its posted #penelope garcia #emily prentiss #spencer reid & friends

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0lympian-c0uncil · 2 years

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Hades: *walks up to Demeter and hugs her*

Demeter,*confused*: Hades what are you doing.

Hades: I want you to know I would never treat you like that.

Demeter: like what???

Hades: like how LO Hades treats LO Demeter-

Demeter: Are you serious! This again? Guys it's fine I don't care!

Hera,*walking into the room*: NO. It isn't, the way they disrespect you is worth one of my curses.

Demeter: Hera, really it's ok-

Zeus: Like hell it is! Me and Poseidon have been pushed to the edge with that last episode!

Poseidon: Yeah! I swear if it happens again I WILL-

Demeter: Dear chill please you-

Demeter: ... Hestia you have been very quiet?

Hestia,*who just read episode 210*: I. am. physically restraining myself from murder.

Demeter: How about we just stop reading.

#part two coming soon #demeter diserves better #demeter #hades #hera #zeus #poseidon #hestia #incorrect greek gods #incorrect greek mythology #incorrect greek god quotes #incorrect greek quotes #greek gods #greek mythology #anti lo #anti lore olympus #lo critical #incorrect lore olympus quotes

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amyyythestarry · 1 year

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My Welcome Home Aus!

( Some of these aus are inspired by others ideas, I will give the names if I remember them )

New World - The world of Welcome Home was destroyed by the infamous Wally Darling, who had killed the inhumane creators and wrecked him, his friends, and family ( Which was only his mother and Eddie). The only one who was conscious in the ‘ Disposal Void ‘ was him, of course, and he couldn’t bare see the ones he loved lay unconscious, their felt torn, stuffing spilt, and body parts ripped from their very bodies. So, Wally sew them all back together with golden threads that caught his attention ( He didn’t know why the thread wa actually gold, but he knew it was laying near a brown book with a gold infinity sign on it. He took that too ). After patching his loved ones up he realized that their was nothing else of the world they once lived in, but unknowingly to him, he could make one of his own, from his own mine, and manipulate it however he pleased. But the previous world would not leave his memories no matter how hard he tried.

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Breaking The Show, Anything Goes! ( The person who gave me the idea to make this au is anonymous on AO3, but their fanfic is called “Falling In Love With Living” ) - After the creators ditched the puppets and the viewers stopped watching the Welcome Home cast caught themselves in a time loop, but the only ones who was aware of it were Wally and Home. Being the only sentient beings in the neighborhood they helped each other cope with the world they were in but found themselves going mad over the repetitiveness of everyday that has been going on for five years.

But one day their friends started acting weird and suspicious, which was not supposed to happen in the episode they went over everyday. They started gaining sentience, and messed up everything from there. New places and people started to show up, the world started acting a little too real as well as their neighborly best friends. Tearing apart every script, ruining every episode, and even acting out of character. Wally Darling tried to stop the madness and make everything go back to normal ( Since new was wrong ), I mean sure, he was physically and mentally tired of the days repeated over and over and over and over and over and over again but he feared that if things kept going like this the world would simply end. But would it reallly?

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Darling Little Mischeif ( This was particularly inspired by the person who created the vampire Wally au, I just can’t remember their @ ) - A Halloween WH au where the puppets live side by side with humans along with puppet monster and humanoid monsters. Their neighborhood is full of sunshine and happiness as well as spookiness and mystery, especially since people have been randomly going missing, sometimes found extremely injured, turned into rainbow vampires, or dead. Nobody knows who’s causing the disasters, not even the police, so the Welcome Home characters help find out what’s going on! —

Lights, Camera, Action! ( I don’t know who originally made this au ) - Actor au. That’s it.

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Smile On Your Own - A world where everything is near perfection, no capitalism, no criminalism, no evil, no negativity. A world that was made by Wally Darling.

Wally makes a world that is brilliant, bright and perfect ( Like him ) and brings people who are miserable and desperate for a change to that world! Julie Joyful and Frank Frankly are the first ones to come across it, thinking it was fiction and showing it off to their friends until they all get trapped in it. And once they find out who runs the place they immediately blame it on Wally. But he claims that it will make all of their worries, despressions, anxiety and negative feelings go away in a snap! Their not falling for it, still thinking it’s a malicious trap. But oh, Wally will make them wish they gave in.

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PART TWO COMING SOON!

And also want y’all to know that these aus will include my ocs that I will be introducing. I would draw them but I haven’t been the best at drawing lately and I don’t think I have time for that so yeah.

And the WH casts are aged down to teens in every au.

Having a good morning/afternoon/evening/night.

#welcome home #welcome home webseries #welcome home aus #wally darling #julie joyful #frank frankly #home #part two coming soon #welcome home au

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akiraiscute · 3 months

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Gon X Reader !

No tw !! - May add some kissing on the cheek (only once):D

Gon was leaning again your shoulder as he waited for killua to be done with his fight, well. It’ll end very soon, like really soon but.. he just wanted to be close to you, he doesn’t know why himself but he just does! But you did let him be close to you so.. that must be okay to be close to you right? But anyways, he watched killua win which made him smile and moved up as he started to clap for killua and you did too!

He ended up spending the day either fighting or watching the fighting, mostly killua’s and yours! It was fun to see you fighting and he loved the way you fought and and-, well. Just liked the way you carried yourself! It was nice, and cool! At least he found it was cool.. and Gon wanted you to see him as cool but he was oblivious to the fact that you already did and that meant he liked you in a.. not sort of a friend way. But! Anyways, Gon and killua met up with you in your hotel room after your fight, Gon didn’t understand why you were hiding in the bathroom but didn’t question it until you walked out with some bandages on your arms, he looked at you concerned as you said and i quote.

“It’s from the battle, they were pretty bad since he knew nen and… he sorta burned my arms..”

You explained as you got on the bed, trying to go as gentle as you possibly can as you continued talking to killua and gon. Killua didn’t wanna question you as he already knew that you weren’t lying but gon was still concerned, after all! burning?! That still gotta hurt at least! After Killua said he was going to head to bed for the night in his hotel room, gon stayed back to stay with you which killua gagged at as he thought gon was about to say something love-dovey at least! But in reality, gon checked on your arms and kept saying

“I just care about you, you know? I didn’t even notice that he was burning your arms!”

“Neither did i actually..”

You said as you winced in pain, gon dugged his finger into the bandages. You couldnt blame him as you already know that he didn’t know what the fuck he was doing. But he was trying, at least!! So you could try to help him learn any way as he kept checking before he noticed he was close to you. You didn’t even notice that! He smiled before getting off the bed, not thinking anything of it as you were blushing and Gon went to find something cold in your mini fridge that was left in the hotel room, he found one ice pack which could do at least. Gon put it on one of your bandages then unwrapped them to put the ice pack under the bandages and rewrapped it, maybe he knew a bit?? Gon kept talking about his day with killua and how cool killua was fighting, he sounded excited as he stopped and kept talking. You were listening to every single word, as you already knew this but you liked it when gon spoke, and you did like it when killua spoke but not the way you liked it when gon spoke.. You didnt know why really! You liked killua and gon as friends, you should like it when killua spoke the same as gons but- you didnt.. it’s just weird honestly.

“You know, if you ever need someone to talk to gon, im here! So is killua.”

“Eh? Why are you saying this?”

“Oh shush, i just. Sometimes you’re out of your emotions and sometimes you don’t even think with your head so. Why not just say that?”

“But, Why noww?”

“Gon, you shut up and say thank you.”

“Thank you, thank you a lot.”

Gon giggled before saying that. It warmed your heart to see him smile, his own smile was so confident, so filled with light, so filled with love. Everything sweet honestly, you wonder how did you get so even lucky to be friends with him and killua! Someone who’s so happy and someone who’s so cool, and being friends with them both?! You always felt lucky. Being friends with killua and gon did come with some weird things like, killua being a Zoldyck and you and gon and kurapika anddd leorio having to get him out of the zoldyck manison and. Gon being absolutely reckless which.. you can’t say much since killua and kurapika called you both reckless but still, he was even more reckless than you! And that has to say something at least since you even find yourself pretty reckless!

Gon was getting ready to go and that i meant is him getting his bag and already being ready but he was still talking to you which you didn’t even mind afterall, it was nice hearing him talk! Of course it was. As you were saying bye, you felt to do something bold and so. You gave gon a kiss on the cheek and said bye and closed the door as fast as you possibly can. You were blushing alot and walked to your bed, being slightly embarrassed as Gon smiled happily and went back to his hotel room. He didn’t think much of it really, well he did but he only thought that you were being sweet as a thank you and he made sure to give you a kiss on the cheek back too as he didn’t wanna leave you alone without giving it but you already shutted the door.. but he already got dressed for bed and bathed as well since that was already his usual, mean-while you were already fast sleep. Literally, after showering before gon and killua got in your hotel room and getting dressed as you put your Bandages on. You didn’t have much to do besides sleep now! Which made you pretty happy as you got to sleep after a long but great day!

ANDD done, ik its short but like- i actually dont know what To usually do for gon if im honest😭 but im already done with this and probably gonna do a part two bc it’s fun writing cute stuff!!! I love it so much bro, and i love writing for gon:D im happy abt this tbh, It’s cute and at least sweet!! Got a lot more stuff for yall so get ready<3 mwah!! Love you butterflies!!

— Akira Logging Offf !!

#akiraiscute #akira’s short stories #x reader #<3 #hxh #hxh x reader #hxh gon #gon freecss #gon x reader #gon freecss x reader #sorta short #part two coming soon #hxh 2011 #hxh season 2 #heavens arena #cute #fluff #hxh fluff

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dontfeeltoohot · 2 years

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Okay but imagine the kink YouTuber thing bleeding into another au, like maybe a coffee shop au. Steve's the barista writing Eddie's name on a cup and maybe Eddie's having a bad allergy day, he has a cold or maybe it's just a one off sneeze. Steve has to everything in his willpower to not just fucking crush the cup in his hand in shock because holy shit he recognizes that sneeze.

I think this is the start of a wonderful au anon lol. I wrote this all and then reread the prompt, so I hope it's ok I didn't have him do the cup thing. Also! I had a request for a VERY similar prompt, so I'm just posting on this one, but to the anon who sent the other ytsnz!eddie, I hope this is what you were looking for. Enjoy!

XXX

Steve’s bored out of his mind, standing at the front of the currently empty coffee shop. It’s 2pm on a Tuesday and everyone is either at work or in school, and he wants to bang his head against the wall. Robin is in the back unpacking some new syrups they need to bring out, so he’s stuck manning the front.

A minute later, a guy who looks to be in his early to mid twenties walks in, looking vaguely curious about the place. As he gets closer, Steve can see just how pretty the man is, long dark hair and big brown eyes. What Steve notices after that, is that his nose is red, not a regular shade, but the kind of red that’s rimming his nostrils, making them chapped, the skin underneath pink.

A soft but still audible sniffle rings out into the quiet shop, and Steve feels warmth pool in his stomach, seeing such an attractive person like this. As he steps up to the counter, he brings a sweater clad arm up to his face and turns, letting out what Steve picks up as a tired cough. Sick then, not allergies. For some reason, the idea makes Steve even more interested.

“Hey, what can I get started for you?” The barista forces himself to speak, not wanting to seem like a creep.

“Hi,” the long haired man smiles, eyes crinkling at the corners. “I uh, I’m new in’d town, thought I’d stop in,” he explains, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear.

Instantly, Steve feels like he knows the voice. He can’t place where from, but it’s familiar, down to the subtly rounded constants.

“Welcome. Do you have anything in particular you like?”

“I usually go for iced coffee, but thingk I might go for a tea today,” the brown eyed man explains, rubbing the cuff of his sleeve against his nose. He sniffles and Steve melts a little.

“Yeah, we’ve got some great teas. I really love the vanilla and lavender one, it’s newer.” The barista has never actually tried it, honestly he hates tea, but there’s no way in hell he’s letting the other know that.

“That sounds great, I’ll get a large of one of those.”

After the man pays, Steve starts working on the tea, facing the back of the shop. He pauses when he hears a thicker sniffle and then-

“iiHhGKsshhew! h’iKkSHhuhew! snf! hihIKshhEW!”

Everything happens at once. Steve has to force himself not to turn around, his whole body feels like it’s been electrocuted, and he knows why the man’s voice sounds so familiar.

thebanished.

Holy shit.

If he was a normal person, he’d throw a ‘bless you’ over his shoulder, but he’s not, and he can’t. Not when his whole body is on fire. As seconds tick by, Steve listens in an out of body state as the man waiting sniffles a few times, coughs muffled into his arm. Turning around, Steve holds the large to go cup in his hands, sliding on a cardboard piece so the cup is able to be held.

“Tha’gks…” Eddie squints slightly, and Steve almost thinks he’s going to witness him sneeze, but then he realizes he’s looking at his name badge. “…Steve. I’ll see you arou’d I’m sure, I live right across the street.”

“No problem, I work basically every day, me and my best friend own the shop,” the words come out slightly fumbled, his face heating up, unsure if he’s in heaven or hell.

“Awesome. See you rou’d Stevie.”

Sniffles ring out once more as the guy walks out.

Holy shit. What is his life.

Steve tries not to think of TheBanished as he helps other customers as the day continues. He tries, he really does. But everytime he’s left alone with his thoughts, the sound of his sneezes echo in his head, and flashes of curly brown hair and his pink nose come back to him. Jesus.

At 6:50, ten minutes before they close, Steve hears the bell to the store ring. He’s in their small office counting the safe money, but Robin is out there, so he continues. At least, he continues until he hears three sneezes, two second in between each other, and his body stiffens. There’s no way.

As if his body is acting on its own accord, the barista stands and closes the office door behind him. A few customers are slowly packing up their laptops or folding their newspaper to leave, and by the counter is TheBanished, looking more worn down than earlier. Steve’s brain can only think ‘god he’s beautiful’ and ‘I need to take care of him’ and ‘please let him sneeze again’.

Walking up, he gives TheBanished a smile, as Robin puts his order in. A glance at the screen shows he’s getting a repeat of this afternoons tea, which Steve counts as a win- at least he’d recommended something good.

“Couldn’t stay away?” Steve smiles, and if his words have a slightly flirtatious lilt to them, he can’t help it.

“Hey,” Eddie smiles back. He’s got the same sweater on, but this time a a leather jacket over it, hugging his arms and shoulders. “I’m pretty clueless at mak’ig tea, and I’m getti’g a cold, it seems. You guys are pretty co’dviedia’t.”

All the air seems to leave Steve’s body. Not only is TheBanished hot as hell, but he’s here in Steve’s shop, living right across from it, telling him he’s catching a cold. Really, Steve wants to argue he’s definitely already caught it, but instead, he tries for a hopefully sympathetic and not at all happy look.

“That sucks man, especially since you’re new in town. We’ve got plenty of tea for you, right Robin?”

“Oh definitely, plus coffee, so much coffee,” she laughs. “What’s your name?” Robin asks, grabbing a sharpie from their pen cup, holding the cup close to write on.

“Eddie,” the guy, Eddie, replies, sniffling. “A’d tha’gks. Been here a week, guess my body is’dt agcli’bated to cold weather,” he jokes, sounding stuffier.

Would it be weird to offer him a tissue? Clearly he has the fetish too, or he wouldn’t be posting videos on YouTube. But would he find it nice, or just weird? Steve is pulled out of his thoughts when Eddie mumbles a ‘scuse me’ and turns, pulling the neck of his sweater up over his mouth, aiming downward.

“hiHGkSHhuhEW! h’eHGkshh’ew! hih’ghtchEW!! Fugk, snfsNF! sorry,” Eddie sniffles and winces are the sound, pulling his sweater back down.

Steve notices the slight sheen against his nostrils, trailing down onto the upper divot of his lip. Pants tightening, he swallows.

“Bless you.”

“Tha’gks Stevie.”

The nickname has Steve turning, his whole body so hot he feels dizzy. Robin takes that moment to hand Eddie his tea, telling him she hopes he feels better.

“Tha’gks Robi’d. I’ll see you guys later.”

When he’s out of the coffee shop, Steve goes and locks the door.

“So he’s cute,” Robin smirks, and Steve can feel her eyes boring into his head.

“Yeah, I guess.” He tries desperately to keep his voice even and cool.

“I know you fawn over sick, vulnerable men Steve, I have eyes. I’ve been best friends with you for like five years. We literally live together. Don’t think I haven’t heard you in your room before when I’ve gotten home and you’ve not heard me.”

Steve goes bright red. She knows. She knows and he wants to die.

“I…”

“It’s not weird. I mean..okay, any kink type thing could be a little, but yours is cute? It’s so…unassuming, ya know?”

“Mm, let’s talk about something different, please, like. Anything else. You can count the till, I’m going to finish counting the safe.” He knows it’ll quiet her, so he goes back to the office and tries not to sink into the floor.

#part two coming soon #my fic #prompts #asks #em #st #sh #ytau

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spideyachilles · 1 year

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(I feel like this is such a cliche but I want this)

will was constantly bickering with some stupid boy in his classes. He somehow managed to share most of his classes with Nico di Angelo, an absolute bitch. The two get partnered for projects and will sit there and bicker for hours.

Will came home tired, after a long day and pulled out his phone. He opened some social media and scrolled and scrolled and scrolled. After a few days of doing this, he noticed that many of his enjoyed comments were by the same person. He followed this person, and they followed back.

Will and this stranger became online friends, talking at every chance. The two had much in common, and Will was intoxicated with Mr. Stranger’s ability to hold a conversation.

Soon, Will found himself complaining about Nico di Angelo to his online friend. His online friend agreed that Nico sounded like a bitch.

In biology, Will and Nico got partnered again somehow.

“Hey there, death breath,” Will commented. Nico rolled his eyes, focused on his phone.

Will felt his phone buzz in his pocket and pulled it out.

ugh, I got partnered with a bitch for class again. so frustrating.

Will smiled to himself, and replied, me too omg. we’ll suffer together.

Nico looked up to discuss the project to see Will’s sunshiney smile. Fuck. He thought to himself. He’s kinda cute.

The two boys worked on the project, and laving their phones in the table to talk. Will picked his phone up and texted his friend, almost done w class yay

At that moment when Will pushed send, Nico’s phone buzzed. Will saw Nico’s lock screen of a greyscale landscape, and a notification from apollo_sun. Him. That was Will.

it hit Will instantly, and it was very visible on his face. Nico looked up, eyebrows arched.

“what is it, idiot?” Nico asked. Will stuttered, grasping for words.

“nothing.”

Nico rolled his eyes and pushed his wavy black hair behind his ear, revealing a beauty mark Will didn’t notice. Will decided to pretend it hadn’t happened.

—— many weeks of talking and bickering and chatting later, Will felt like he should learn more about the other boy.

Will : hey, stranger

Will: do you have a crush on anyone? 😋

Nico: oh? Since when have you cared abt that shit?

Nico: but yeah maybe ig

Will imagined the dark, lonely boy having a crush on someone and giggled.

Will: oooh?? who

Nico: even if I gave u a name u wouldn’t know them idiot

Will: exaccctlyyyy, which is why you should tell me!

Nico: mmm.

Nico: Will.

Will stared at his phone in shock. The boy who claimed to hate him so much, admitting to liking him. To his face. Without knowing.

#solangelo #part one #part two coming soon #???#enemies to friends to lovers #my stories tag #pjo #fanfic #percy jackson #tsats

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[killing him] mlm

“Are you sure it’s a great idea?”

“I’m not sure, i’m convinced it is! The villain is so rich and you hate him anyway, so why can’t you just kill him?”

The hero and his fiancé were having a huge argument. The villain was invited to their pre-wedding party, which was going to be that night, and the girl proposed to kill the bad guy and take all his properties. The hero really hated his enemy, but at the same time wasn’t really happy about the plan his girlfriend created. The hardest part of the plan was that nobody knew his identity, only the hero did.

The villain was actually a close relative of his girlfriend, rich, smart and very…interesting. That’s all he said to his partner, nothing else. The hero knew that if she found out the villain was her favorite cousin, her friend in the family and her partner in crime she might doubt about her decision. Or maybe not, all she cared about was money anyways.

They were rich too and the girl was just being selfish: killing the villain and taking all his money was so stupid.

Many people in town needed the money more than them. But she acted like she couldn’t hear what the hero was saying.

“Look, the plan is easy: he’ll get drunk, you’ll take him outside while i’ll distract the rest of the people and you’ll kill him. Seems easy.”

The hero still looked unsure.

“Wouldn’t your life be easier if he wasn’t around? No stress, just me and you” the girl stopped talking and looked at him smiling.

“Yes but…he’s your relative, you’ll hate me if i’ll kill him.”

“I won’t! I hate the villain too, even if he is my relative. He hurt many people, including my friends. I’d be happy if he wasn’t around. Would you like to make your fiancé happy before our wedding?”

The hero sighed, she was right.

“Fine, i’ll kill him.”

“Thanks!” Said the girl kissing him softly, but the hero stopped the contact soon.

“Sorry, i have to make a detailed plan. I don’t have time for kisses. I’ll kill him but i’ll give the biggest amount of money to people in need. I’m still an hero after all”

“Ugh, fine”

Hours later the couple and the staff were all busy making sure everything was perfect for the dinner. An elegant tablecloth, porcelain plates and candles were details that could make a difference. Everything needed to be in the right place.

Soon the guests arrived, taking huge gifts for the couple and thanking the hero for his work. The hero was having a great time, but felt a lot anxious about his plan. When the villain arrived, he couldn’t even look at him. He started talking to a random old lady hoping his girlfriend wouldn’t call him to greet him. But she did.

He apologized to the woman and slowly turned around. His girlfriend and the villain were talking near the table, laughing and smiling.

“This is going to be a rough night”

“Babe, this is my cousin! You two never met, so i’m so happy you can finally talk. We grew up together and…”

The hero stopped listening to the girl soon and noticed the villain was trying not to laugh. The enemy looked better than usual: he didn’t wear elegant clothes instead he preferred wearing comfortable clothes that still suited his dark style. His scars where all covered, even the giant one he had on his left cheek. He probably used makeup.

The hero didn’t realize he was staring at the villain, until he noticed the smirk on his enemy’s face. He immediately blushed and tried to look around, the plant near the table suddenly looked so interesting.

“That’s a pleasure to meet you, but i really have to go now. People are looking for me. See you later.” said the hero, before going to other side of the room.

“Oh, why does he act like this! I’m sorry if he sounded rude, he’s really stressed today.”

“Nah, he’s cute.” Said the villain, smiling. “And don’t worry, i’ll make sure he won’t be rude to others.”

“What do you have in mind?” Asked the girl really concerned, his cousin always had strange ideas.

“Oh, nothing much, i’ll just talk to him. Don’t worry.”

• please, send me requests! I need a few ideas for new snippets. thanks for reading 💗

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