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jyndor · 6 months

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im the anon you told to fuck off here to say thank you.

i had read about terrorist organizations using that slogan and i had a gut reaction. im a jew and i fear for both muslims and jews with everything that is going on right now. because i read what you wrote and i researched again and i see where propaganda got the better of me (even if those words have been used by terrorists). and i see time and time again where propaganda gets the better of most of us on something as fast paced as the internet.

as i read i remembered. the naz*s took a symbol that was once peaceful and turned it into something the world cannot look at the same way ever again-entirely their fault not the fault of the original culture from which the symbol came.

i dont want to see that happen with words that are truly important and stand for something i do believe in which to be clear: is a free and peaceful palestine where no one has to live in fear.

in saying what i did based off of a gut reaction i made a mistake. i did the same thing i hate from others on the internet which is speaking on an issue before doing further research and i am ashamed of that.

but i am also committed to learning and doing better tomorrow. no one can become an expert in any part of this as quickly as plenty have claimed to. im writing this to share my perspective and as a reminder of fallibility for whatever that is worth.

i think its important for ensuring we dont become what we wish to stand against.

thanks again for sharing your research. you told me to fuck off but ill sign off by wishing you well

anon I'm shook no okay so hold! on the fucking off pls do not fuck off I recant the fucking off. its how I handle anons (I'll explain later) until yall prove you're not trolling or bots or whatever.

it's worth a LOT. like really it's worth a lot. Unfuck off, I would love more people in my orbit who don't just critically engage with criticism but also go on to look into it for themselves. instead of just taking my or someone else's word for it. I try to do that myself because I can be such a fucknugget and sometimes need a good smack lol.

I just want to say I'm sorry that you're experiencing the fear you're experiencing. and um I have jewish cousins and family who I am scared for always, I try not to bring them up bc it feels kind of gross in this context but yeah, I don't want to invalidate your fears.

I mean what the n*zis did with that symbol is a whole other thing and I don't feel like I should speak on it other than to say fuck n*zis they ruin everything they touch. I liken this more to the way that black lives matter gets misconstrued because I know more about the history of that phrase than I do about that symbol you're talking about. I also don't like to bring up n*zism in the context of israel/palestine because actually almost every time I have seen that comparison with israel, it is a cheap shot at jewish people. Like in a youtube comments section or something, not thoughtful discourse - because tbh these are very, very different situations and the comparisons could be made of almost any other genocide, but like the commenter knows it's a painful thing for jewish people and so like I said, it's a cheap shot that's easy to take and says more about them than it does about palestinian liberation or israeli apartheid.

I know plenty of anti-zionist jewish people do actually talk about the shoah in the context of why they support palestinian rights but for me it just doesn't feel right.

and yeah i understand falling for shit - I've done it, it's easy as hell to read something and feel like it's right, like yeah I personally don't actually say from the river to the sea all that often, you won't find it as a tag on my blog because I think it's best coming from palestinians?

you're totally right - no one can possibly learn the history quickly. It's taken me 16 years to feel like I am actually relatively well versed in the history and I'm not even well versed, I'm just decently versed lol. and if you add into it the propaganda that we've all been told for years, and then the added generational trauma you have? of course it's hard to fight gut reactions because often they're somewhat based in experiences we've had or others have had.

the reason I told you as an anon to fuck off is because of my history and views towards anonymous asks more than anything else, btw. THAT is a gut reaction but it is also informed by my experiences. I hope this maybe explains why I may sometimes come off a little harsh towards anons (and why I decided to turn them off - until rebelcaptain secret santa forced me to open them back up lol).

so I used to love to keep anonymous on because I know that a lot of people don't feel comfortable reaching out for a number of reasons and I wanted to remain accessible as a user of this shithole site lol. however what happens is sometimes, a lot of times, people will just be saying anything. and then they'll say "I'm an x person and y is true" and often people getting those anons will be really well-meaning and just accept it at face value. because genuinely so many people want to be on the side of marginalized groups and want to be good allies. and so shitty people will just be saying bullshit about whatever, and people who may not understand the details of whatever situation anon is talking about will say, "oh shit I didn't realize that! Thanks for educating me!"

and often it is legit! and it's also important to remember that no group is monolithic, so if an anon comes into my ask box saying that they are from, idk let's say, venezuela. i don't know a whole lot about venezuela. I know there is a lot of propaganda and shit from the us, and I know that there are class dynamics and racial dynamics that I vaguely understand because I have a relatively okay understanding of the entire region but it's not good enough to hold up more than a little bit under any kind of actual pressure like being told something by someone who claims to be venezuelan and says that everyone is actually indigenous (which i do understand to be indigenous erasure), and so it would be more comfortable for me to just say, "okay thanks for the info, my bad!" etc etc etc which... okay but like what if they're not venezuelan? what if they are and they're actually just anti-indigenous? what if they're a right-winger or a bot or idk just wrong lol. some people can be just incorrect without it being disinformation, right? so if I post that without any pushback or skepticism, I'm now spreading misinformation that is used to harm indigenous people.

so for me, because anons necessarily get to hide their identities more than even these already relatively anonymous social media accounts do, my policy has always been to handle them with skepticism and frankly to assume the worst.

not everyone does that and also like I don't have a big following but I don't have a TINY following either so I do feel some responsibility to provide accurate information. and that's just from years of experience and not always doing that lol.

anyway sorry for being long-winded, and thank you for reading what I wrote and more importantly for not just taking what I said at face value but for doing the research yourself. that's what is most important.

#asks #answered #anonymous #palestine #antisemitism

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adelphenium · 7 months

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do you have a fave player to draw from each team? or if you haven’t drawn a player from each team (/maybe even if you have and he wasn’t your fave) who do you think they would be?

ahh this is gonna be a long one! i'm taking you at your word and listing one from every team..... under the cut :D

also i've divided it up based on the teams each player was on when i drew them!

favourite players i have drawn, by team:

East

sens: definitely chabby! however i will also note that i have not yet drawn timmy in a finished piece and i am very much aware of how criminal that is. i will try to rectify this soon.

canadiens: i haven't drawn many but probably pk!

leafs: auston bc he's got really nice distinctive features! conversely i don't like drawing mitchy bc he's too conventionally attractive :( another forbidden answer is bertuzzi . he was so rancid i HAD to draw him and it was admittedly fun.. but it was only a one-time thing.....

panthers: obviously matty tkachuk :)

bruins: sway! he's got the sweetest face BUT so too does ully.. hm..

red wings: dylan larkin, gorgeous nose

pens: s. crosby, legendary nose

flyers: nolpat! love his blush and lashes and terrifyingly blue eyes

canes: brady skjei in all his grey glory <3

devils: nico!!! amazing brows

West

avs: natemac, no question. PHENOMENAL nose, dare i say the best. though cale is a close second!

wild: kirill!!! squishy and doughy

jets: i've only drawn heller and his HUGE ears but it was still fun

stars: robo my beloved!! though seggy kinda reminds me of mtkachuk (?just me??) so he's been fun too

chicago: so far only seth jones

oilers: i Cannot Believe i'm saying this but...... connor. he seriously grew on me like a zebra mussel. i had such a hard time getting his features right at first (why is his mouth so small. why are his eyebrows Like That. what's up with his facial hair) but he's. he uh. listen davo propaganda is real and i have submitted completely to it. i love drawing him now

sharks: i've only drawn ekarlsson but he was so fun with the flow and twirly mustache

ducks: definitely jamie drysdale! i am a sucker for freckles..... praying for his contract 🙏

canucks: only quinn as of yet but he is fun and pretty

kraken: only matty beniers but he is extremely fun!!

knights: only mark stone but he's been fun too

teams whose players i have not drawn but want to:

East

lightning: i tried drawing vasy once and it went Very Badly. i think it'll be the same for stamkos. so maybe bogo!

sabres: definitely need to draw jeff skinner!! maybe i'll draw him with ej and josty just to make myself sad

islanders: mat barzal bc he reminds me of a handsome version of br*ndon urie

rangers: zibanejad!! i'm quite fond of him bc he looks like a male bearded version of one of my friends 😭

caps: nicke or sonny!

blue jackets: i don't really know these guys but maybe gaudreau.. he always looks a little freaked out, so. interesting

West

yotes: matt dumba! he reminds me of another one of my friends

preds: erm.... i gotta admit ryan o'reilly. he's very pretty to me and i don't really know anyone else on the preds...... i love tbear but he's a little plain for me 😭

blues: brandon saad, super cute smile!

flames: i've drawn matty tkachuk while he was on the flames but he's otherwise represented on the list so i don't think he counts..!! so maybe naz or hanny?

kings: either kopitar or pld!

i really like to draw players with distinctive faces, but i am extremely partial to those i've emotionally imprinted on.. as well as those i've already drawn multiple times...... you can see i've got a bit of an eastern atlantic bias haha

#also they're listed by division/conference bc i straight up made a list like this a month ago ermmmm...#this was ridiculously fun ty!#ask!

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fategoflatass · 2 years

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final thoughts · summer 2022

since some people seemed to care about my seasonal opinions, i bring you some more food!

this was a weak ass season, huh...

engage kiss (5.5/10) [DROPPED]

wasn't planning on watching it until chibi mentioned someone in the staff (scripwriter?) and how he had liked their past works, so i was like "i mean, why not?"... it wasn't the big thing. i wasn't like hyped hyped, but i still hoped for something else, some spice? which we got, but it wasn't enough to keep me engaged to the series.

hataraku maou-sama!! (7.5/10)

second season of "the king of hell is working at your local mcdonald's" and, honestly? i think i'm enjoying it even more than the first season. the animation is not better, but i guess the mediocrity from this entire season has numbed that sensation out of me until someone else mentioned it. it's still fun so, who cares?

hoshi no samidare (4/10) [DROPPED]

i'm at a loss for words. i haven't read the manga, i didn't even know it was a popular story. i got into it because i thought "well, that is a ridiculous sinopsis. how the hell are they going to make it work?" and, oh lord, they don't even know how to make it work. the pacing is weird, the characters ain't shit, the art is definitely something, and the animation is one of the worst things i've ever seen in anime. such a shame because i heard it's an amazing series, and naz can definitely do better than this.

isekai ojisan (7/10)

production problems aside, this show is pretty enjoyable! i'm only 18, so i don't get all the uncle's references, but i still find them funny. his (mis)adventures and the characters he meets along the way i enjoy pretty much. when not involving any otherworldly experiences, the "now" world is also able to entertain you with the always so unique and sweet uncle, the i-am-so-done but also hell-yeah-my-uncle-is-rad nephew, and the always appreciated (and also loveable) childhood friend who, along with the elf girlie, offers us some spice (truly appreciated).

kami kuzu☆idol (5/10) [DROPPED]

i like music, i like supernatural. i came from heroine tarumono which i enjoyed pretty much, so i read "idols" and i was like yeh. sadly, the show was hella boring for me. you couldn't save it even by getting a ghost to posses it because is so deadbeat. the cgi looked weird, the songs were fine (?), and is it me or the group only has fans on their 30s? nothing against them, it's just that i thought idol's demographic were younger girls? don't ask me about what happened in it because i don't remember.

kinsou no vermeil (5/10) [DROPPED]

i'm a simple woman: i see big boobs, i click. the story is nothing special: the mc is kinda like iruma, but an albino and like, pretty powerful. he can't summon a familiar until he summons a whole demon because he has neat mana or something like that. also, turns out he couldn't summon anything because... the familiars were scared of how powerful he was! omg!! this bitch seems to have more bde than ashnikko herself while looking like a weak ass bitch smh. kept on watching it until it became hella boring and decided enough was enough.

kumicho musume to sewagakari (7.5/10)

i love children, they are adorable. so, if a series includes them i'll probably end up watching it. i also love series that have to do with mafias and all that (grew up watching shows that i shouldn't have been at that age), so perfect match ig? it's not much about the mafia life, but more like a tough guy getting soft for this really sweet child which i love that shit gimme more please. this shit will probably give you diabetes, but it's worth the risk.

lycoris recoil (6/10) [DROPPED]

why are there so many people hyping this show up? in my humble opinion, it just looks good. the characters are alright, the story is fine... is it the yuri? is it *checks anilits* chisato? is it chisato's thighs that made you give it an entire nine??? whatever the reason is, this show is nothing special. you want something to turn your brain off? this show is for you. the action scenes are 👌, but that's kinda everything i have to say.

mamahaha no tsurego ga motokano datta (4/10) [DROPPED]

i love shitshows. i hate shitshows that take themselves seriously. pretty sure the author of brothers conflict knew it was a mistake and thus never took it seriously, making it ridiculous and bad, but still so much fun. but this? this is like kaguya-sama (sorry akasaka), but with inseki. "we broke up, now we're stepsiblings living under the same roof and (sounds fucked up, but yeah) i wanna bang my now stepsibling, but my pride is so big i'll make them fall for me again, confess to me and make them call me big bro/sis". what kind of weird fetish is that???? kaguya-sama was funny, but this?? you can't even use it as toilet paper.

rwby: hyousetsu teikoku (5.5/10) [DROPPED]

it was... something. boring, definitely boring. mind numbing even. the animation was as espected from shaft (except for that one background it seemed they forgot to animate) and the colors were 👌. the pacing was fast on the first three episodes, i didn't fully get what was going on. the character design is... also something. i get they decided to keep the original designs, but i wasn't a big fan of them from the start so it was natural for me to be like "ugh" to some of them. the characters are pretty 2013 which may not be the best for a 2022 series? but i also get the hype since rwby is such a beloved webseries (that's why i gave it a try in the first place), so yeah. hope fans from the og series can enjoy shaft's version.

saikin yatotta maid ga ayashii (6.5/10)

lilith may be one of the reasons why i started this series. she might be, but i won't say. what i'll say is that it's a cute show. nothing out of the ordinary, it's just an slice-of-life anime which follows a rich boy and his maid, a concept that has be seen before and i've liked. the thing is, i guess this is supposed to be a romance? which, i have zero problem with the boy falling for the maid because that's sweet and all. the problem would be if lilith also ends up falling for him, i'm honestly scared. for now, it stays as a cute show about a pretty candid boy falling for his suspicious maid.

sasaki to miyano: koi ni kizuku mae no chottoshita hanashi. (7.5/10)

i just wanted an excuse to express my gratitude for this ova to just, spawn in my life when the need to rewatch sasamiya started growing and growing. same vibes the first season gave, same sweetness and same shit that made me love this show and just jump straight to the manga. who's ready for the movie?? because i'm definitely not lol

shadows house 2nd season (5/10) [DROPPED]

why do i keep watching when i know, i just know shadows house is definitely not my thing? because i'm an idiot.

summertime render (5.5/10)

and still haven't dropped it. it just never caught my attention, but it wasn't boring so i kept watching. never connected with the characters, there're some twists and turns that weren't surprising at all, the suspense and cliffhangers never worked on me... you know what i mean? it looks pretty, the first op and ed are fire (the second op has this shounen vibe (?) that i don't like for the series) and... that's pretty much it. it has some things that're just convenient to the plot which ugh, but what can you do about it? overall, not the first series that would come to mind when trying to recommend something to a friend and definitely not a show that i would rewatch in a near future.

yofukashi no uta (7.5/10)

i've been thinking for like 10 minutes what should i write about it because i have no idea. i really like the colors, the artstyle, the op and ed are bangers and in my head 24/7. i love the monogatari-esque vibe it has (same director); i love everything from it. the characters and their backgrounds, why are they like that, why do they think like that. i like that there're vampires because they're rad. it just has a lot of stuff that i personally really like, a mix of my interests. it's funny, dramatic, interesting. definitely worth watching.

#engage kiss #hataraku maou sama!#hoshi no samidare #isekai ojisan #kami kuzu☆idol #kinsou no vermeil #kumicho musume to sewagakari #lycoris recoil #mamahaha no tsurego ga moto kano datta #rwby ice queendom #saikin yatotta maid ga ayashii #sasaki to miyano #shadows house #summertime render #yofukashi no uta #summer 2022 #long post #mai.txt

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toxickehlani · 2 years

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𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸 𝗔𝗻𝗻𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗮𝗿𝘆

║ ꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛ･* – 𝖲𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌

║ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ･* – 𝖣𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗂 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖭𝖺𝗓𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖬𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗈𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗌 𝖣𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗂'𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝖺 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗍, 𝖣𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾.

║ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ･* – 𝟤,𝟨𝟩𝟫

║ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ･* – 𝖺𝖽𝗎𝗅𝗍 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗀𝖾, 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗎𝗌𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀,

║ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ/ᴘᴀʀᴛ･* – 𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖷𝖷💔: 𝖦𝗈𝗍 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖦𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝖬𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖴𝗉

ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ .༺ ♥︎ ༻ ࣭ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ

ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

Destini's POV

𝗜 𝗪𝗔𝗦 𝗖𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚 up the kitchen while Alayah played in the living room with her Barbie dolls. Kareem had some business to handle at his skatepark involving some new employees. So it's just my daughter and me. As I'm wiping the counters off, my phone starts ringing. I looked at it to see it was an unknown number. Curious as to who it could be, I answered the call.

Hello?

202-319-2060 - Hi, you may not know me, but you know my boyfriend. I'm going to say this one time and once only. It would be best if you stayed away from my boyfriend.

Haha, and who's your boyfriend, sweetie?

202-319-2060 - Your baby daddy.

Oh, so you're Marcos's new girlfriend?

202-319-2060 - Yea, and I'm his soon-to-be wife.

You're saying that like I give a fuck.

202-319-2060 - Bitch stay away from him!

Hard to do that when I have his child.

202-319-2060 - And he won't be coming to your house to pick her up either.

Girl bye. He will if he wants to see her.

202-319-2060 - Ha! Do you think he loves that brat.

Oh, not the fuck she didn't.

Listen closely, you delusional bitch. YOU BETTER WATCH YOUR FUCKING MOUTH SPEAKING ABOUT MY CHILD!!

202-319-2060 - I said what I said. Leave my man alone because he doesn't want you.

If I wanted him back, I could have him. Point. Blank. Period.

I angrily hung up on the bitch, not allowing her to say anything else. Scrolling down to Marcos's contact name, I called him via FaceTime.

' Hello, Des. '

' Tell me why your girlfriend just called me. '

' She called you? How did she-ugh she must've gone through my phone because she doesn't have your number? '

' Forget all that shit. This bitch said I need to stay away from you like I'm trying to take you from her. '

' What else did she say? '

' She called your daughter a brat, and I said, first of all, don't call her that, and second, if I wanted to take Marcos from you, I could and would. Period. '

' Don't stress about it. I'll talk to Naz. '

' You better, or I'm going to find someone to fuck her up. You know I will. '

' I know. I'll call you back. '

' Okay, bye. '

Marcos's POV

Letting out a sigh of frustration, I ran my hand down my face. This girl won't give me a break, will she? I released a breath through my nose before turning my car on and driving back home.

Unlocking the door to the apartment, I closed it behind me, seeing Naz resting comfortably on the couch. As I approached her, she never once looked up to see me, and I knew she saw me standing there. I stood in place for a couple of minutes before grabbing the remote and turning the tv off. That got her attention.

"Que haces!?" She gasped, turning to me. ( "What are you doing!?" )

"Oh, so now you want to speak?" I questioned, tossing the remote on the coffee table.

"Why'd you do that, Marcos?" Nazanin asked, still appalled that I shut the tv off.

"Did you call Destini today?" I inquired, crossing my arms.

I watched her facial expression change from irritation to shock, but she quickly covered it. "No. Why would I talk to that bitch?"

"Yo, watch your fucking mouth," I said, accused defending Destini as I pointed my finger at Nazanin.

"No fuck her!" Nazanin shouted, standing to her feet. "You spend all your time with her but never with me."

"That doesn't give you the right to call my ex and bad mouth her then call my DAUGHTER a brat," I explained, raising my voice at her. "It's one thing to talk shit to Destini, but it becomes a problem when you bring Alayah into the mix."

"First of all, I didn't call your daughter a brat." Nazanin denied shaking her head.

"Why would she lie?" I asked, shaking my head.

"Maybe because she doesn't want us together. I told you she still had feelings for you. She's trying to take you from me!" Nazanin argued, standing in my face.

"Oh my fucking god, bro! Destini is NOT trying to take me back. She made it clear that she doesn't want me back." I explained, feeling my anger rising.

"I don't fucking care! You shouldn't even be talking to her." Nazanin argued, swinging her hands in the air.

"Why wouldn't I talk to her. I have a child with her." I defended, walking into the room.

"SO FUCKING WHAT!!" Nazanin yelled, stepping up to me, and she pushed me. I had to admit that pissed me off, but I couldn't put my hands on her. "What? Do you want to hit me? Go ahead so I can put your ass back in jail."

When she said that, I knew that Nazanin surfaced her true feelings.

"Okay, you want to go there? Bet." I questioned, nodding my head. I entered my bedroom and grabbed some clothes, stuffing them in a duffel bag.

As I walked out of the room and passed Nazanin, she suddenly got a look of worry in her eyes. It serves her right to say some fucked up shit like that.

"Where are you going?" She asked, but I ignored her. "Wait, please. I'm sorry, Marcos. I didn't mean it." She went to grab my hand, but I snatched it out of her grasp.

Grabbing the car keys, I left the apartment to my car, leaving Nazanin to think about what she had done before. As I stopped at a red light, I texted Leo.

Is it cool if I stay with you and Erika for a couple of nights?

Leo🤪😈💥 - Yeah, man, I don't mind.

Aight, thanks, bro.

Once the light turned green, I drove off to Leo's house. As I turned down their street, my phone started ringing from the cupholder. Once I pulled into their driveway, I parked the car and answered the call from Nazanin, irritated still.

Yes, Naz?

Nazanin😌💖🎈 - Where are you?

I'm not staying there for the next couple of nights.

Nazanin😌💖🎈 - Macros, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it.

No, you're not sorry. What you said wouldn't have come out of your mouth if you were.

Nazanin😌💖🎈 - I know, and I sincerely apologize.

Nah, Naz, that was some fucked up shit to say. Do you honestly want to send me back to jail?

Nazanin😌💖🎈 - No Marcos, I was only angry. It came out of anger.

I'm good on that. I'll call you tomorrow.

Before she could say anything else, I hung up the phone. Getting out of the car, I grabbed my stuff and knocked on the front door. It opens, revealing Leo, who stared at me, confused.

"So, what's up? Why do you need to stay over for two nights?" He asked, shutting the door behind me after I walked inside.

"My girl and I got into a fight," I replied, following him to a bedroom downstairs.

"What happened, if you don't mind me asking?" Leo asked, sitting on the window seal.

"Destini called me saying that Naz called her talking shit. She said we were going to get married and shit." I explained, laughing because last time I checked, I never said anything about making Naz, my wife.

"Esa chica esta loca verdad?" Leo questioned, throwing his head back, also laughing. ( "That girl is crazy, right?" )

"Yea, no kidding, then she had the nerve to call Alayah a brat when you were all giggling and shit in her face days ago.

"Right, like keep that same energy," Leo replied, nodding his head.

"Exactly," I said, agreeing with him. "So I went to the apartment, and we argued, and Nazanin denied it, saying Destini is lying because she doesn't want us together. At this point, I'm fuming on the inside."

"I hope you didn't put your hands on her," Leo said disapprovingly, shaking his head.

"Fuck no, I would never do that. No matter how mad I am," I replied, looking at Leo as if he was crazy. "Anyway, Naz doesn't want me around Destini no matter what, and as I'm staring at her pissed off, she says some of the most fucked up shit to me."

"What did she say?" Leo questioned, staring at me intently.

"She said to go ahead and hit her so she can put me back in jail," I answered, and his eyes went wide.

"Bro, no way." He gasped, shaking his head.

"I'm not lying," I said, running my hands over my face.

"At this point, that should be sending up some red flags, and you should address the situation at hand," Leo explained, sitting up straight.

"What situation?" I questioned, confused.

"Oh, díos mío, Marcos." Leo rolled his eyes, sighing. "Do you want to continue a relationship with this girl if she's starting to become possessive?" ( "Oh, my god, Marcos." )

I sat there, allowing Leo's words to process in my head. Did I still want to continue this relationship with Nazanin? Maybe but if I end things now, where would she go? Nazanin has nowhere to go but her parent's house. When she moved in with me, she told me that she and her parents had a big fight and hadn't been on speaking terms. The more I thought about it, the more I thought she was lying.

"Ya know I'm not the person to hurt someone's feelings intentionally, but I don't want to hurt Nazanin," I explained, shrugging my shoulders.

"It's obvious she doesn't care about your feelings if she said some foul ass shit like putting you back in jail," Leo remarked, nodding his head. He's making some sense.

"I guess you're right," I replied, nodding my head, taking in his words.

"When am I not?" My best friend cockily replied, smiling.

"You cocky fucker." I laughed, tossing a pillow at his face.

"It's who I am." He shrugged, throwing the pillow back on the bed.

I laughed as Leo and I continued talking to each other about random shit. The sound of my phone dinging made me not want to read the text, but I checked it to see it was a message from Destini.

Destini❤️🥀🥺 - Are you at home?

No, I'm at Leo's. Why?

Destini❤️🥀🥺 - Can I drop off Alayah she wants to see you.

Yea, I'm sure he and Erika wouldn't mind.

Destini❤️🥀🥺 - Okay, I'll be there in twenty minutes.

Okay.

Setting my phone next to me, Leo spoke before I could say anything.

"Was that Des?" Leo asked, making me nod my head.

"Yea, she wanted to know if it was cool if she dropped off Alayah," I answered as he folded his arms.

"Of course, it's cool. Alayah's my niece, after all, and I love her." My best friend said, grinning at me.

Leo stood up, and I followed him out of the room to the living room, where I sat next to him on the sofa. He went to Hulu and played a football game that was on there. About twenty minutes later, the sound of the doorbell echoes throughout the house. I got off the couch and opened the front door, and my daughter greeted me with a big smile.

"HI, DADDY!" Alayah yelled, holding her arms wide open.

I laughed, shaking my head as I picked her up in my arms and hugged her. "Hello, baby girl. How are you?"

"Good. I missed you." She excitedly smiled.

"I missed you too," I replied, kissing her cheek.

Setting Alayah down to her feet, she ran into the living room, greeting Leo as I looked at Destini.

"She has a bit of a cold, so give her the medicine in her bag," Destini said, getting ready to turn and leave.

"Okay, and uhm, I'm sorry for what happened earlier with my girl calling you." I apologized, nodding my head. Nazanin had no right to do what she did, and she knows that.

"Don't let it happen again. Keep your bitch in check." Destini replied, shrugging her shoulders. "Alayah, come and say bye."

Alayah came running to the front door and hugged her mother, kissing her on the cheek. "Bye, mommy."

"Bye, baby, have fun," Destini said, waving at our daughter.

"I will." She nodded, running back to the living room with Leo.

"I'll drop her off in the morning," I said, and she turned to walk away.

"Okay." She nodded, and as I watched Destini get in the car and drive away, I felt terrible that she had to get cussed out earlier.

Closing the front door, I locked it behind me and walked into the living room, seeing Alayah sitting next to Leo, cuddled into his side as they watched Doc McStuffins.

"What happened to the game?" I asked, sitting on the couch.

"The queen has spoken," Leo said, smiling down at my daughter.

"Are you hungry, my sweet girl?" I asked Alayah looking down at her.

"Yes." She nodded, grinning at me.

"What do you want to eat?" I questioned, lifting her into my arms.

"Chicken nuggies." She laughed, clapping her hands together.

"How about McDonald's" I suggested knowing she would nod.

"Yes, with chocolate milk, please." Alayah smiles at me.

"As you wish." I returned that smile and kissed her cheek before grabbing my keys.

Walking out of Leo's house, I got in my car and headed to McDonald's drive-thru.

Leo's POV

Once Marcos left to get Alayah some food, I smiled at my niece as she sang along with the cartoon show. It made me think I had a daughter to do this with daily. Seeing Alayah made me wish I had a daughter of my own to love and spoil. I couldn't wait until Erika came to me saying she was pregnant. Hopefully, when Erika does become pregnant, it'll be a mini her with dark curly hair and her eyes.

"Uncle Leo, where's Auntie Erika?" Alayah asked, making me snap out of my thoughts.

"She's upstairs. Want to go surprise her?" I questioned with a smirk.

"Yea." Her eyes lit up with excitement as she nodded her head.

Jumping up to our feet Alayah and I raced upstairs quietly as we made it outside my bedroom door. The only sound coming from the bedroom was the sound of the tv, so I assumed Erika was sleeping. Slowly opening the door, I did find Erika not sleeping but scrolling on her phone with her back towards the door.

Leaning down to Alayah, I whispered, "On the count of three, you run inside and jump on the bed, okay."

"Yes." She giggled, nodding her head.

"Okay. One. Two. Three." Opening the door, Alayah ran inside the bedroom and jumped on top of Erika, catching her by surprise.

"What the fu-oh hello, my little sweetheart." Erika smiled, pulling Alayah into a hug. The little girl giggled, hugging her auntie back. "How are you?"

"I'm good. Did I surprise you?" Alayah asked my fiancé.

"Yes, you did, and I loved it," Erika replied, kissing her cheek. "Where's your mommy?"

"She's at home." My niece replied, shrugging her little shoulders.

Erika nodded and looked at me, and I replied, "It's a long story."

"Okay, good that my little munchkin is here now. Where's your daddy?" Erika asked, sitting up in bed.

"He went to McDonald's to get me nuggies," Alayah replied, jumping on the bed.

The front door closing caught my attention, and I knew Marcos was back with Alayah's food.

"Come on. Your daddy's back." I said, helping my niece from the bed.

"Yay! Chicken nuggies!" Alayah screamed, running out of the room.

Following Alayah down the stairs, she ran up to Marcos as he sat at the table in the breakfast nook. While they ate, I sat back in the living room and continued watching a football game.

#my writings #interracial #interracial relationship #interracial romance #urban fiction

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bluegumballmf · 16 hours

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Dog i watched this analysis over cloud strife's mental illness and perception and lowkey it got me thinking about naz

i know at first glance he's perceived like this edgy emo aloof mf type, but like He's really not he's just extremely socially awkward and even a little stunted

And it relates back to the video in the sense that cloud has this false persona that he takes up to make himself seem stronger and as a coping mechanism And ngl that reminds me of naz too because in the stasis arc he has to toughen up and ascend past mortality so he can unstigmatize stasis, even if he didn't want to

So like Cloud pretends to be a genetically modified state of the art SOLDIER and Naz pretends to be a natural deity and it becomes a coping mechanism for both of them, to the point where they lose their sense of self

And both have ptsd, that presents itself in really similar ways

aloof usually

struggles with social cues

typically pushes loved ones away if hurt

reverts to masking if perceived to be in harm

and then like both of them have to work to be able to let their facades fall down and both of them are kind of a deconstruction of the "cool strong aloof protagonist" because while they can be strong and they can be aloof, in the end they're both country boys who grew up with mental illnesses and never recovered while gaining more trauma and mental illnesses

And also like they have to work to even trust people that deem themselves as their friends because their sense of trust is so damaged that it's hard to take people like that at face value

Add in the fact that Naz can't save myn no matter what he does and Cloud can't save aerith no matter what he does, and we have ourselves another parallel

also the fact that in advent children/ in Naz’s canon,

cloud struggles with geostigmatism, which i tend to perceive as a chronic pain problem.

Naz also has a sort of chronic pain problem, in the form of stasis chains, as well as tremors.

The way they both deal with these issues is similar too, with cloud isolating himself from his family, and Naz isolating himself from everyone else. They both don’t feel worthy enough to rely on anyone else for help with their struggle, as some people with mental illness are known to do, myself included. Moving away from this and back to my other point about masking, they are shown to occasionally let their own personality shown through the cracks of their mask and it’s entirely different then the one they’ve built up.

for instance; cloud is a little dorky and sarcastic, and honestly seems a little shy at times.

meanwhile naz is more playful and gentle, extremely caring and affectionate when in a space where he can’t keep up the mask.

idk they just. Remind me so much of eachother.

#wakfu #oc tag #wakfu oc #wakfu nazalath #nazalath ombragé #nazalath wakfu #nazalath #cloud #cloud strife #Cloud strife rant #Character analysis #ankama #dofus #dofus oc #wakfu analysis #Guess whos insane #I have autism #Its a problem #Let me out

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Cecily

right off the bat: her real name is actually Kathia (Cah-tee-yah), but she goes by her mothers name which is why everyone knows her as Cecily.

She's the youngest of three siblings, and when she was very little her parents died of an illness so her older brothers (Sidiro + Nima) worked together to raise her and provide for her the best they could. For this reason, the three of them are very close, and Cecily is very protective of them.

They're from the outer edge of the Capital, which is the poorer area, so when she was old enough she started helping her brothers with their jobs (Nima is a tailor, Sid is a blacksmith) and picked up a lot of random skills and habits.

As a kid she was always using her brain to get into all sorts of mischief and while she eventuallygrew out of sneaking into fancy parties and playing pranks on city guards, she never grew out of her talent for strategy. This, of course, came in handy throughout the multiple times in her life where she got into fights with bullies because she has personal beef with anyone who picks on someone else. (And later, when she joins a quest to slay a dragon.)

This is how she met her bestie and partner in crime Naz!

When they were 8 some noble kids broke Naz's pan flute and Cecily was like "great, now im gonna break your faces" and Naz was like "well i cant let this random girl get hurt for me, i may as well help" and then they both wound up at Naz's house while their mum Pieka washed the blood out of their clothes. It's no surprise they're ride-or-die for each other, Naz even attempted to sneak into PABC once to smuggled Cecily some of Pieka's baking.

(It feels worth mentioning that Naz is usually the one who's saying "Kathia, no" while Cecily grins and says "Kathia, yes.")

When she's 12, Cecily is taken to Prota's Academy for Beginner Casting (the previously mentioned PABC, aka "youth caster training") which is where she meets and befriends Atlas! PABC ends when the caster is 16, hence the "youth" part of the nickname, and instead of going off to become an apprentice, Cecily went back home and started working at Pieka's post office with Naz.

In their spare time they were performers- Naz played music and Cecily would either dance or sing with them.

She meets Ahria when she's about 17, and it's very much a love-at-first sight type of deal, even after Cecily watched Ahria almost brain herself seconds after their eyes met <3

By the time she hit her 20's Cecily had mellowed out a lot and had become much more mature and level-headed, and she'd learned when she needed to use her words and when she needed to use her fists. She was quite content with her life, actually, and then suddenly one day Atlas was at her door asking her about dragons and quests and oh there's the part of her that thrived on using her brain for adventure.

So all of this leads to a person who's calm and collected on the surface, she's a very grounded and somewhat serious person and she can be unbelievably stubborn about some things; but she's also curious about the world and people in a mad-scientist sort of way. She's a trickster and loves the thrill of a plan coming together, especially when if it involves fucking with a bully.

random things about her

her magic is strongest with plants, and some of her more complicated casting allows her to communicate with them

she can sew, but she always stabs herself with the needle at least once

she takes the longest to trust keika, mainly bc she sees how quickly atlas does and she's like "is this how naz feels-"

she has a tiny note book tucked away in one of her packs that's full of recipes she's learned along their journey, that she intends to give to her aunt Pieka when she gets home (it's an extra incentive to make it home)

she's the best at first aid, and general healing, out of all of them

she makes flower crowns for her wife, and uses her magic to make sure they last for ages

enjoys hearty and warm food, hates the fancy shit they serve at noble dinners

she likes things that jingle

#character files #cecily

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broadstbroskis · 3 years

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no better company than you | nathan mackinnon

a/n: alright, i’m rolling in late for @antoineroussel oussel summer exchange (thank you love, for running such a lovely exchange again, it was wonderful and i’m glad i was able to particiapte) and i’m very sorry for the lateness! i had the pleasure of writing for the lovely @ghstandpucks 💜 again, i am SO sorry about the wait but i hope you enjoy this!

word count: 3.2k

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“Oh my god, I’m so sorry I’m late!” You slide into the booth and throw your bag down next to you, hoping to god you don’t look as frazzled as you feel; this restaurant is far too nice.

Nate just smiles at your words, too familiar with your family by now to know that you’re always running 5-10 minutes behind. He’s ordered a bottle of wine- a nice rosé, fitting for the beautiful end of summer day- and had already started pouring a matching glass for you the second you started sitting down. “How’d the interview go?”

You bite your lip. “Eh.”

“I’m sure it went better than you think.” Nate says encouragingly. “You’re too hard on yourself. All three of you are.”

And well, that’s not a lie. Your siblings were just as critical of themselves as you were. Sid was famously known for it and Taylor, your twin, was as bad as you. But…

“Listen to you!” You laugh at him. Nate’s just as bad as the three of you. A mini-Sid in many ways, to many people in your hometown.

But that was in Canada. This was Denver. And here, Nate was cool. Laid-back. Lowkey. Everything a professional athlete should be. Nobody knew about what a dork he really was, except his teammates.

And now, maybe you too, if all went well with this job interview.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about.” Nate says, looking at his menu to feign ignorance.

You giggle, pulling your own up toward your face. “Sure, buddy.”

It’s not often that you and Nate spend time one on one like this, even if you see him all the time over the summer. He’s usually with your brother when you see him, politely trying to decline your mom’s invites to dinner or already hanging at Sid’s house when you invite yourself over to your brother’s house for pool or lake time. Usually time one on one with Nate like this is brief, usually like in passing while he’s waiting for Sid in the kitchen while you’re eating.

It’s nice. Nate’s funnier than people give him credit for and it’s easy to relax into dinner and conversation, to forget about the anxiety from your interview as you chat about what’s new for both of you and gossip about people you both know.

By the time he drops you off at your hotel, it’s late and you’re too tired (and maybe just on the right side of tipsy) to even worry about the interview. You just barely change into pajamas, run through your nightly routine, and climb into bed, before shutting the lights off. It feels like you’re asleep before your head even hits the pillow.

In the morning, you’re awoken by the sound of your phone ringing, and it takes a second for you to place the sound, but when you do you pounce on it, recognizing the local area code immediately. “Good morning.” You say, trying your hardest not to sound like you woke up literally thirty seconds ago.

It’s human resources, from the job you interviewed for yesterday.

You got it.

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“Ew, no!” Your dad holds his hands up innocently, when you rush over to stop him from unpacking a box. “Why would you put that there?”

“Hey, sweetie, maybe it’s time for a break.” Your mom says gently, exchanging a look with your dad, who nods his agreement enthusiastically.

Which is fair. You’d just about almost taken his fingers off just because you didn’t like where he was unpacking colanders.

“Dinner!’” Your dad latches onto immediately. “Nate offered to take us all out tonight, I’ll let him know we’re ready.”

“Ready?” You frown, looking down at your workout shorts and baggy t-shirt.

“We’ll be ready in an hour.” He amends, already texting Nate.

Nate knocks on the door to the new condo you’re renting an hour and fifteen minutes later, sheepishly grinning when your dad tells him that you and your mom still need a few minutes. “Thought I had my timing perfect.”

Your dad snorts. “Oh buddy. Keep dreaming.”

He’s not too off on his timing, but unfortunately for Nate, you don’t have too much else going for you in your condo yet. Your dad had gotten your TV all set up, but in addition to the TV and living room furniture, you haven’t gotten much else, and that includes food and beverages. So the two of them sit in mostly silence while they wait another few minutes for you and your mom to finish getting ready.

“I told you that you should have just met us there.” You tell Nate, as he trips on a box on his way out the door.

“Oh, so this wasn’t deliberate sabotage?” He deadpans.

“You caught me. Just trying to keep you around the city full time until I have time to make better friends.”

Nate laughs, as the two of you follow your parents out the door. “Be nicer to me or I won’t introduce you to my friends.”

“Who said I want to be friends with your friends?”

“Children.” Your mom turns to look back at you and Nate smiles at her innocently, but it’s been a while since that’s fooled her. “Do we need to stay home?”

It serves to get the two of you moving, even as you laugh at her joke. Nate drives you to another one of his favorite restaurants, and dinner flies by, with Nate insisting on picking up the tab, even when your dad tries to fight him on it.

It’s started to cool down a little by the time you’re walking back toward the car, Nate and your dad still fake-fighting about paying for dinner, and you find yourself not realizing you’re smiling at the two of them as you walk behind them until your mom bumps your shoulder. “A few hours off for dinner with some good company was just what you needed.” She says.

And even though the smile on her face seems too knowing, you’re too tired to ask about it right now, so you just nod in agreement. “Yeah, this was nice.” You smile back at her.

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Mel Landeskog pokes her head around the corner and you wave at her, trying to catch her attention. “Jesus Christ.” She shakes her head. “I didn’t think he was serious.”

“I mean.” You bite your lip. “I did have to work today.”

“I would have picked you up!” She shakes her head, muttering under her breath, and you know Nate’s going to get an earful from her later. “But no, no. That dumbass just let you come all the way over here by yourself. Sends me a text to come meet you by the door. All casual.”

“I mean.” You send her a look. “Did you expect anything different from Nate?”

It’s the way she looks at you and sets her face that almost has you nervous for Nate. You’ve known Mel for a long time now, but really, you don’t know her from more than just years of NHL events. “I do now.” She says.

You hope Nate knew what he was getting himself into sending Mel a text to come find you earlier.

Once she leads you up into the box with some of the wives and kids, she’s back to smiling and laughing, making introductions all around. The mood all around is light and easy, everyone excited for the home opener of the season, and happy to be back with everyone again.

It’s fun to be back in this atmosphere. Hockey’s been a part of your life for so long and there’s truly nothing like the energy of the first game of the season. You feed off the energy, catching up with some familiar faces and chatting with all the other girls, probably too excited when they invite you to a girl’s night later in the week, but it feels good to have plans that don’t involve trying to invite yourself to Nate’s when you’re bored.

“Hey, good job tonight.” You nudge him afterwards, catching up with him in the family room.

He laughs, pulling you in for a hug. “A little different than what you were used to?”

“It lived up to the hype, I guess.”

“I’ll turn you from a Pens fan.” Nate promises.

It’s your turn to laugh. “Feel Sid’s wrath.”

“What’s he going to do? Check me into the boards? Bring it.”

Nate’s been hanging out with your brother and your family for years now, so he should really know better by now. “Okay, buddy.” You pat his shoulder patronizingly. “Sure.”

“I could take him.” Nate insists.

“Throw hands. Next game. I dare you.”

He side-eyes you, because you both know that’s not going to happen and it’s only a minute before you’re both laughing.

“I better see you on Friday!” Ashley Kadri shouts out to you as she’s walking past with Naz and Naylah, interrupting your laughter. “No excuses!”

“I’ll be there!” You call back. “Promise!”

When you look back, Nate’s pouting-exaggerated, albeit, but pouting. “Are you ditching me this Friday?”

“Yup. Found better company.”

“How dare you?” He cries. “There is no better company.”

“Well.” You shrug. “I’ll know for sure after happy hour on Friday.”

“Find your own ride home.” Nate says and then he starts speed walking away from you at an absurd speed.

“Nate!” You protest, jogging to catch up and he finally slows down enough for you to catch up when you round the corner, bumping your shoulder right back when you purposely bump into him in retaliation.

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No one lets loose like a group of moms when they’ve got a night without their kids.

Someone has mentioned this to you before, at a bachelorette party or a wedding or something, but you don’t think you’ve ever seen it really in action before until this happy hour.

“If the waitress comes back, order me another drink!” Kerry calls, before running off to the bathroom.

The waitress nods at her, before addressing the rest of you. “Another round?”

“Oh, please!” Mel nods quickly and repeatedly.

“Can we get a few more orders of mozzarella sticks too, please?” You look down at the empty plates in front of you. “And maybe some nachos too?”

“Yes!” Jackie lights up across from you. “Great call!”

It pretty much only goes downhill from there and by the end of the night, both Mel and Ashley are crying for reasons no one is sure of entirely and you’re pretty grateful to see Nate among the group of husbands and boyfriends to come to pick up all their girlfriends.

So grateful you scream his name the second you see him. “Nate!”

He winces, trying to pull his ear away from you, but he’s laughing. “Guess you had a good time, huh?”

“Uh huh!” You nod enthusiastically, not realizing how loud you are until he winces again.

Nate laughs. “Alright, I think it’s time to go home.”

You gasp loudly. “I can’t leave my new friends!”

“Your new friends are all leaving you!”

You frown, but look around and realize he’s right. Naz has already sneakily pulled Ashley out of the bar and Gabe and Erik were collecting Mel and Jackie’s things. “Oh.”

“Oh?” Nate parrots. “Come on, get your stuff, crazy girl.”

“Hey!” You protest, grabbing your purse. “I am the least crazy person in my family.”

“I hate to break it to you.” Nate says, as he guides you into standing. “But that’s not saying much.”

He’s right, but you bump him with your shoulder anyway as you walk past. That’s about sibling honor and shit.

Nate parked too far away and by the time you reach his car, you’re leaning on him, the adrenaline from hanging out with friends wearing off quickly. Nate’s nice about it, guiding you to his car and then helping you into his front seat before heading around to the driver’s side.

“You guys had a fun time then?” Nate says, once he’s started driving and you’re half asleep leaning against the window. “Looks like it at least.”

“Yeah.” You nod sleepily. “But you were right.”

He chuckles. “About what?”

“There’s no better company than you.”

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Nate becomes pretty clingy after that night, texting and facetiming whenever he’s out of town, and stopping by pretty much anytime he’s got a free minute. It quickly becomes something you look forward to, missing his visits when he’s out of town and looking forward to his calls, smiling when his texts come in and breaking up your work day. And it isn’t long before you realize that you’re being just the same. Sending him messages before and after games. Inviting yourself over for dinner and making Nate cheat on his diet.

In a blessed move from the NHL scheduling department, Sid and the rest of the Pens are scheduled to arrive in town on a Friday morning and aren’t leaving until the end of the weekend.

They have a practice scheduled for early afternoon, which is perfect for you to wrap up your work day before heading over to watch the end.

Geno lights up when he sees you watching from the glass, the first person to acknowledge you, and skating over in the middle of the drill, leaving behind two shocked linemates. “Mini!” He shouts cheerfully, even as you roll your eyes at your least favorite nickname. All because you happen to be the shortest of your siblings. “Great to see you.”

“You too, Geno.” You smile warmly at him, a little annoyed that you can’t get a giant bear hug from your favorite pseudo-older brother right away. “But I don’t think a few other people feel the same right now.” You jerk your chin back over his shoulder.

He turns his head quickly but then looks back. “Psh. They’ll get over it.”

You bust out laughing, which is right about when your brother comes over, and in classic Sid fashion, is all about hockey. “Stop being a distraction.”

“I was minding my own business until Geno came over here!” You protest, even as Geno starts laughing and Sid eyes you skeptically.

“Why don’t I believe that one?” Sid says dryly and sure, maybe you were making faces at some of the guys you knew well as they were passing you, but you weren’t actively being a distraction.

“That’s your prerogative.” You tell Sid, who shakes his head and pulls Geno back for the remainder of practice.

Practice doesn’t last for too much longer and you spend a few minutes chatting with the coaching staff while you wait for Sid to change. But he and Geno finally come out of the locker room and you stop mid-sentence to throw yourself at your brother.

Sid’s laughing and so are you, but both of you start laughing even harder when Geno pulls you both into his arms. “Two of my favorite people!”

“Taylor’s going to be so offended.” Kris grins, watching the three of you amused.

“Taylor?” You grin back at him, going for a hug once Geno releases you. “How about his wife and kid?”

“Those are my other favorite people.” Geno reasons.

“Now I’m offended.” Kappy deadpans.

“You’re not even close.” Geno grins, roughing his hair.

Kappy tries to get him right back, but Geno just swats his hand away and then Sid’s shaking his head, like this is just the same shit, different day. “Look what you did.”

You grin, leaning against him. “Not sorry. I’ve missed this entertainment.”

Sid shakes his head. “Then you can round them up for dinner.”

You do. Easily.

Nate had suggested one of the team’s favorite restaurants and you’re happy to see that he’d accepted your invitation to join everyone, even if he rolls in a little late. You’re deep into Kris’ camera roll, looking at pictures of his kids and catching up on stories that you haven’t heard about them recently, so you don’t even notice he’s arrived and said hello already until he blows on the back of your neck.

You jump. “What the hell?”

Nate’s grinning. “Hey.”

You shake your head at him and bump your shoulders against him. “Hey.” You mimic and then turn right back to Kris.

But your shoulder stays leaning on Nate, and it remains there comfortably all night.

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Sid’s a little cranky when you first meet him for breakfast the morning after the game and you’re sure it has everything to do with the last minute turnover that cost them the game (and bragging rights over Nate this summer, which is really what he’s probably cranky about).

He gets over it pretty quickly though, and soon the two of you are laughing and talking, catching up about your family and your lives.

“-and I even love my office, the vibes are just great!”

Sid shakes his head. “Vibes.”

You grin. You know he hates that word. “Good vibes.” You confirm.

“So you’re liking Denver?”

“Love it.” You confirm, smiling.

“Meeting good people?”

You eye him skeptically. “Yes dad. I already said my coworkers are great and I’ve been hanging out with Nate and his friends a lot too. It’s good”

“Geno thinks there’s something going on between you and Nate.” Sid says casually.

The jump of your heart is far from casual. “Oh yeah?”

Sid eyes you but his response to that is surprising. “You know if there was something going on between you and Nate that would be okay?” He pauses, watching you again, but your face is completely neutral, purposely not moving. “Right?”

“You know if there was something going on between me and Nate that your opinion wouldn’t matter at all, right?”

He grins, laughing as he nods, but after he takes a bite of pancakes he says, “To you, yeah. To him, it does.”

“Why?” You blurt out, giving yourself away before you can stop yourself.

But Sid doesn’t say anything to that. He grins again and then changes the subject entirely.

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You only make it about a day before you’re knocking on Nate’s door, pretty forcefully.

“What’s up?” He swings the door open, with a frown. “You okay?”

“Does what my brother thinks really matter to you that much?” You blurt out. It’s been bothering you ever since Sid mentioned it at breakfast. That you lasted this long was probably a miracle.

Nate blushes and your jaw drops. “It-”

“Oh my god.” You grin delightedly. “Come on, really?”

“That’s not-” He blows out a frustrated sigh. “You’re really going to make me say it?”

You nod, but you’re pretty sure he’s not going to get far into what he’s going to say.

He sighs again. “It’s not about, like, his approval, or shit. It’s just- he’s important to you. So obviously he’s important to me-”

You kiss him.

“You know that you don’t even have to worry about that, right?” At some point, you’d slid one hand to his hip and the other arm around his neck, and the hand there plays with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“I’ll argue about that with you later.” Nate says impatiently and so you’re laughing when he kisses you again.

#nathan mackinnon fanfiction #hockey fanfiction #hockey fanfic #hockey imagines #nhl fanfiction #nhl fanfic #nhl imagines #my hockey fics

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confused-as-all-hell · 3 years

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where would each of the court members be in the court, if the coc was real?

i would presumably spend my days everywhere, reading on the couches, sitting cross legged on the kitchen table, sprawled across the floor of the library, i just like being around my court and my castle of chaos

@investmentofmyheart would be sitting in the living room, trying to read a book but really getting distracted by whatever movie's playing on the tv, and then she inevitably tries to fight ash for the remote, this is canon

@twelve-kinds-of-trouble would be outside in the gardens, tending to the roses and reading poetry aloud like the aesthetic she is, making everyone fall in love with her fucking beautiful voice (//gen)

@saltyfortunes would be working on some project or another, maybe in the kitchen while someone else is baking, and then she wanders out to the gardens with a snack to take a nap

@ghafascortana is sprawled out on an infirmary bed, eating chocolate and trying to think of remedies for a paper cut, generally panicking but also the best healer we have

@22herondale is watching gossip girl on the sofas, maybe eating popcorn, probably fighting lizzie over the remote, definitely updating the court on the latest gossip in the parlor

@ahecktonoffandomsinoneblog is also sitting in the garden, listening to lyra read, eating a fuckton of sugar and making crowns of lavender and pearl

@sankta-chaosqueen meant to watch over the gardens incase somEONe came back to run it over, but really she got lured to sleep and can now be seen slumbering like a faerie amid the flowers

@counting2zer0 is in her room with books and music piled up like a fortress, with a few cats we have no clue how she acquired, but she always shows for every single meal

@claremcnt is in the infirmary, helping lucie with all the patients, because they actually know what they're doing, and probably stealing some food from the kitchens at any given moment

@alonlyfangirl is playing the ukulele while chaos unfolds behind her, like gina listening to music while terry fights off three criminals at once (b99 reference)

@nevada-the-pirate is wearing a crown of flowers that lyn made her, running through the library, (she's turned it into an obstacle course) and challenging us all to duels

@theglassphantom has taken court in the dining room, where she screens all the food ry makes to check for poison, and steals half the sugar from our cabinets

@thebonecarver is reading in the library and helping nev set out obstacle courses, generally taking care of us dumbasses, and making the best dinners ever

@dreaminginvelaris hides away in a corner of the library with her books and pens, the scholar, we lower ourselves before her for advice like in lotr, she's so smart and we're all chaotic

@ratabrasileira is up in her room listening to music, but every once in a while, she comes downstairs to help make breakfast and recommend songs that are simply wonderous

@im-someone-i-guess is in a spare room, drawing out the floor plans, recreating the whole castle, or sleeping in the movie theatre while everyone else squabbles over whose turn it is to pick

@kazoo-the-demjin sits in the living room with ash and lizzie, she's hidden the remote, they toil in vain, she eats handfuls of popcorn while they fight to the death

@iambecomeyourvillain is our resident hacker, she knows how to bypass every rule and company ever created, and she makes fantastic waffles on fridays

@warmachinerox-with-an-x-all-caps doesn't interact very much, but she stops by every so often with chocolate and chaos, and can be glimpsed scheming on monday mornings

@jurdan-my-beloved reads in the living room, oblivious to the war going on, drinking carmel coffee that only she knows how to make, eating waffles that she begged jes for

@wafflesandschemingfaces sleeps in the garden, sunshine in the shape of a girl, a book beneath her hand and light smudged across her face, the only peaceful one-

@nightshade3465 is the executioner, she stays in the dungeon to make herself more threatening, but really she's turned a cell into a literal pillow fort

@herondalesunsetcurve is burning down something, the gardens, the kitchens, and constantly eating either soaps from her bathroom or candles from the dining area, we dont know whY

@cressjacquine is watching everything from the turret of the castle, a bow and arrow in hand, but since we live in the middle of nowhere, she likes to shoot at the gardens for sport

@sapphossidechick reads peacefully, halts our inevitable wars, generally ensures we murder our enemies instead of one another, tg for her

@naz-yalensky can be glimpsed running over the royal gardens, setting fire to the library, or serving time in the dungeons for her crimes

@brekkercookie is a literal cinnamon roll, she just makes everyone happy by being there, and fulfills her given role as lady of this chaotic court

@neilperryisalive is usually with me; when the castle is awake, we scheme, when they slumber (or pretend to smh) we dream impossibilities. also tv.

@idkwhatthehellisgoingonrn is ever bewildered by the chaos of this court, and can often be seen in their room with chocolate and books and notebooks of looped writing

@echos-of-ages-past is the only reason we’re still sane, they’re the court fool but the smartest person here, it’s probably thanks to their counsel the castle stands still

lmk if i missed you-

#court of chaos #castle of chaos

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cressjacquine · 3 years

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Part 1 | Part 2

Part three about our beloved Taba Nazyanelsky, ( @naz-yalensky) and her archenemies, rival and general pain in the derée Sawdust Alair, yes his name is sawdust, deal with it.

WARNINGS: Overal cringeyness,

“Wow, how drab, very boring, kinda like your fashion sense” Taba smirked flicking on the lights

Sawdust stood open-mouthed appalled, the newsroom was a mess, laptop cables everywhere, broken pens and newspapers. So many copies of The Levension Press, their golden headings faded.

“They want us to organise all of this?”

“I’ve never liked the newspaper team” sighed Taba, “Besides,”- she switched to Levension’s squeaky voice- “We’ve got time, whatever that was supposed to mean.”

“I think he’s referring to your inability to grow up.”

“Or your ability to be a massive prick.” Taba shuffled through the nearest pile, “Get ready to stroll through bad memory lane”

“If I recall correctly they’ve written some pretty bad stuff about you too” Sawdust smiled, “First one to find the biggest scandal wins?”

“Saints, you really enjoy losing don’t you?”

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The Levension Press was as old as the school itself, the ancestors of the horrible man that was Taba’s principal had set it up as a newsletter to keep track of school matters, but when Levension introduced the possibility of Anonymous Articles the Newspaper had turned into a gossip magazine

Taba, as the gorgeous hothead she was, had been featured 4 times

Bad Memory Lane was an understatement, the Anonymous writers had packed in as much horrific detail as possible, teen pregnancies, failed parties, drug scandals, cheating. They had an ability to turn a rumour you had heard passing in the corridor into a reality which such specific details no one questioned it

Taba glanced at Sawdust, his brow furrowed as he scanned through the pages

His break up with Heather had been one of the paper’s favourite topics last year

Not that Taba had read the articles, she knew that the school could ignore academic rivalry but if she started teasing his love life she could land in deep trouble

She was taking the temptation away, not respecting his privacy or feeling sympathy or anything like that-

“Does that time Bradley was found with a stripper count?” Sawdust asked

“Wasn’t the focus of the article, so no” Taba replied

“Re-reading these just reminders me of my many failed attempts to find out who writes this thing. God I hate this school so much”

“Yeah, well, the competition is better,” Taba said nonchalantly and to her pleasure, she watched his cheeks redden

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“Soooo,” Li asked through a mouthful of apple, “How was detention with Mr-I’m-so annoying-it-makes-Taba-want-to-spend-hours-fantasising-about-me?”

“You know your nicknames have really lost their touch” Taba replied

“Yeah” Ava agreed, “I preferred Mr-I-will-seduce-Taba-with-facts-about-population-and-graphing-calculators-while-simultaneously-making-everyone-else-in-the-room-want-them-to-either-stop-it-or-bang”

Or you could just call him sawdust, yelled cress’ autocorrect

“It was boring,” Taba said twisting her hair, “We have to organise all the papers, from the time we were in 7th grade to now, in chronological order then retype them into digital form”

“Wow that’s like-” Li paused to think, “120 issues, each with at least 15 pages”

“That’s a lot of gossip,”

“And a lot of hurt” Li scowled, her sister had been a regular topic for the newspaper a couple of years ago, “Bet the authors are laughing”

“I’m telling you if I knew who they were I would shove that newspaper right up their-”Taba stopped.

No one knew who they were.

Sawdust had tried to find out

All she had to do was find out who wrote the accursed newspaper and she would have won their battle forever

Finally backrgound info is done we can get into the story!

@saltyfortunes@wafflesandschemingfaces@nightshade3465@neilperryisalive@weirdoismymiddlename @bookavert @im-someone-i-guess @wolfnzy01 @same-crazy-art-girl34 @claremcnt

#safaba #taba x sawdust #rivals to lovers #rivals to lovers fic #enemies to lovers highschool au #enemies to lovers #highschool au

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hookingminor · 4 years

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close quarters - andre burakovsky

a/n: started this fic based off this prompt I did. burky is like my fav player I love him so much

word count: 2,100

summary: and they were roommates

PLEASE READ THIS PROMPT BEFORE! THIS FIC IS BUILT OFF IT!

part two

It only took a few days for you to settle in comfortably. The first couple of days were spent unpacking the few clothes you brought with you and trying to find a routine to slip into. You didn’t want to annoy Andre or step on his toes. He clearly had enough on his plate with hockey and road trips; he didn’t need you making a fuss around the apartment as well.

Well, he said he didn’t mind you hanging around, but you took that as him being a hospitable host rather than him actually meaning it. For the most part, you remained in your room, only coming out to lounge on the couch when you knew he would be gone for a few hours.

The first morning after you moved in, you woke yourself up extra early to make him breakfast as a thank you, though you weren’t quite sure when he’d have to leave for practice. Andre walked in about ten minutes after you finished frying some bacon and were in the middle of flipping the last few pancakes.

“Uh, what’s all this?” Andre asked hesitantly, confused at the large amount of food you’d laid out on the countertop.

“Oh!” you jumped, not hearing him enter the kitchen. You turned around to face him, gesturing towards the counter with your spatula. “I just wanted to make you breakfast to say thank you, you know, for letting me stay and all. I wasn’t really sure what time you woke up, though.”

“You really didn’t have to do this. Seriously, Y/N, thank you,” He said in awe, grabbing a piece of bacon off the plate.

“I also didn’t know how much you ate, so I kind of went a little overboard,” you chuckled awkwardly, now finally noticing just how many pancakes you’ve made.

“Don’t worry about it. It’ll all get eaten, I promise,” he replied, piling four onto a plate. He dug in shortly after, demolishing half the stack before you’d even sat down to join him.

“Is practice usually at this time?” You asked, pouring two glasses of orange juice.

“Yeah,” he nodded, “Typically, it runs for about three hours but game days are shorter.”

“Oh, that reminds me! Would you mind sending me your schedule for the next month or so? I wouldn’t want to disturb you or anything,” you said.

“I’ll grab a calendar at practice today and put it on the fridge later,” he agreed, finishing the last strip of bacon. Grabbing both empty plates in his hands, he walked over to the sink and turned on the water.

“I’ll get those!” You said quickly, rushing to take over from him, “You’ve got to get to practice anyway.”

Andre gave you a sideways look as if he wanted to start an argument or tell you that you weren’t his maid, but he knew he couldn’t. He was already running late, the impromptu breakfast took some extra time he hadn’t planned for, and knew he needed to get out that door before Nate ripped him a new one for being last on the ice. He also wanted to tell you to not touch the dishes and that he’d do them when he came home, but he had a feeling you wouldn’t listen anyway.

The next few days got a lot better. You seemed to fall into a routine together, you making breakfast before he had to hurry off to practice. When he had games, you made sure to get out for the day to leave him alone for whatever pregame rituals he had. The couple days he was gone on a short roadie, you spent the free time cleaning up around the apartment while also searching for a place of your own.

You hadn’t expected the search to take this long, but every place you’d seen had been too inconvenient, too expensive, or too dirty. You wanted to get out of his hair as quickly as possible, but it was starting to look like your planned two weeks would turn into a month.

You familiarized yourself with the facilities in his complex, making sure you were taking advantage of the luxurious amenities while you still had access to them. God knew you wouldn’t have this high class of a gym at your new apartment; hell, yours might not even have a gym.

You had just finished up a workout when you walked in to see Andre on the couch, looking at his phone

“Hey, Andre. I didn’t know you were going to be back this early,” you said, removing the airbuds from your ears. It was when you took them out that you could hear he was clearly on the phone with someone.

You whispered a ‘sorry,’ not wanting to interrupt his call. Andre looked back from the call when he heard you talk, his eyes drinking in your sweaty and spandex clad body in the kitchen.

“Hello, Burk?” the voice asked, snapping Andre out of his trance. His eyes flickered back to the phone screen, to you, and back to the screen quickly as he let out a strained cough.

“Uh, yeah, sorry. Y/N, just walked in, actually,” he said hurriedly, his voice low.

“Y/N’s there? Get her over here,” the voice said louder, and you immediately recognized it as Tom’s.

“Is that Tom?” You asked in an excited voice, rushing over to stand behind Andre on the couch. You didn’t wait for his answer before you shoved yourself into the frame to wave at him.

“Hey, Tom! How’s it going?” You asked with a bright smile, “Sorry, I just got back from the gym so I look disgusting.”

“You look great,” Tom said with a smirk, “Doesn’t she, Burky?”

Andre’s cheeks heated in embarrassment, but you were too caught up in seeing your friend to notice.

“How’s Taylor doing?” You asked instead.

“She’s doing well. How are you enjoying Denver? How’s apartment hunting going?” He asked.

“Denver’s great! Still looking because everything nice is way out of my price range, but I’m going to more showings next week,” you replied, draping yourself over Andre’s shoulder to see Tom up closer.

“Burky why don’t you help her out? You gotta have some connections to finding apartments,” Tom insisted with a shit-eating grin. Andre made a non-committal sound of agreement, but you were talking again before he could reply.

“Andre’s probably busy anyway,” you said, leaning back, “I gotta go take a shower, but it was nice talking to you, Tom! Tell Taylor I said hi and that I’ll call her soon!” You finished the last before disappearing down the hallway.

“Oh, boy, I bet you’re loving life right now,” Tom said, laughing a few seconds after he heard a door shutting in the distance.

“Shut up,” Andre grumbled, the same blush still burning on his face. He shifted awkwardly in his seat, his hand disappearing for a split second.

“Go beat it off in the shower, lover boy,” Tom said, “Oh, and Taylor told me to remind you to not touch.”

Two weeks had passed before you finally had a visitor at the apartment. Well, visitors.

It was a Sunday morning, and you were in the middle of making, yet another, breakfast. This time you had baked some cinnamon rolls, though this was more for your pleasure than Andre’s; you’d been craving cinnamon rolls for a week now and decided to go crazy with the baking this morning.

Andre had yet to come out of his room, but you knew he didn’t have practice this morning. It was in the middle of icing the freshly done rolls when you heard loud pounding on the front door.

“Burky, open up!” You heard a loud voice shout from the otherwise. Quickly wiping off the icing sticking to your hands, you hurried to answer the door, and on the other side stood three tall men.

“Well, I can see why he wasn’t answering his phone,” the curly haired boy muttered under his breath.

“Oh, I’m not— I’m crashing with Andre for a little bit while I find an apartment,” you explained, your cheeks heating up slightly at the insinuation.

“Ah, so you’re the favor he’s doing for a friend,” the blonde one in the middle said. You nodded your head.

“Come on in,” you said after a second, opening the door wider, “I don’t think Andre’s up yet, but you can go check. I was just in the middle of making cinnamon rolls if you want some?”

The boys followed you into the kitchen, the blonde one saying he was going to wake up Andre. The other two sat themselves at the counter and looked at you expectantly while you served the cinnamon rolls on a plate.

“Thank you, these look delicious,” the dark haired one said when you set the plate in front of them.

“So, what’s your name? What brings you to Denver? Andre mentioned someone was staying with him for a while, but he hasn’t told us anything about you. I’m Tyson, and this is Naz. The other guy’s Gabe,” the curly one explained.

“I’m Y/N,” you answered, “I’m a friend of Tom Wilson’s, and when I said I was moving to Denver, he told me of this friend he had that I could crash with until I found a place.”

“Well, I can see why he’s been keeping you a secret,” Naz said, mouth full of roll.

“Oh, I’m sure it probably slipped his mind. It’s not that big of a deal,” you said.

“So, have you found an apartment yet?” Tyson asked, picking up a second roll.

“Not yet. It’s been a lot harder than I expected, but hopefully I find one next week.”

“If I were Burky, I’d never want you to leave. These cinnamon rolls are mouthwatering,” Naz complimented.

You blushed at his comment, thanking him silently before you all heard a commotion coming from the hallway. Andre and Gabe appeared a few seconds later, Andre still looking a little sleepy but dressed and ready to go.

“Where are you guys going?” You asked, noting the preppy way they were all dressed.

“Golfing. We go to a country club about half an hour outside of the city. You should come with us next time,” Tyson asked, smile appearing on his face as he glanced between you and Andre.

“Thanks, but I’ll have to pass,” you chuckled, “No offense, but golfing sounds like my worst nightmare.”

“Your loss, but that’s okay. We can always do something else together,” Tyson offered with a smirk. You blushed at his forwardness, laughing lightly since you couldn’t think of anything to say.

“We gotta get going,” Andre mumbled from beside Gabe, glaring at the grins on his teammates’ faces.

The group shuffled around to get up, clearly not wanting to challenge Andre. The blonde’s gaze lingered on you a little longer than the rest before he flickered it to Burky. A sly smile formed on his face before he grabbed a cinnamon roll to go.

“Thank you for the breakfast, Y/N,” Naz said and was echoed with ‘thank you’s from Gabe and Tyson as well. Andre reached the door first, opening it way before the guys had even left the kitchen. The three guys exchanged a funny look before shrugging to exit the apartment, Andre giving you a quick nod of recognition before he shut it behind him.

You twisted your face in confusion at Andre’s odd behavior, but you shrugged it off, attributing it to his lack of sleep instead.

“So… Y/N… you didn’t tell us your temporary roommate was a hot girl,” Tyson said as he and Burky watched Gabe take a swing.

“No,” Andre said gruffly, not even bothering to look at his friend.

“Are you planning to do something?” He insisted further.

“No,” he repeated in the same fashion.

“If, you’re not going to, can I—”

“No.” Andre wasn’t even allowed to touch her himself, and he’d be damned if he let any of his teammates try.

Tyson stared at Andre now, a wide smile spreading over his face at Andre’s callousness about the situation. Tyson had him pinned right where he wanted him, and there was nothing Tyson loved more than causing a little drama.

“Ah, buddy, but you totally want to, don’t you?” He asked, turning his body to fully face his friend now with his arms crossed and brows raised.

Andre shifted his gaze to glare into Tyson’s eyes in response, but the hard set of his jawline told Tyson all he needed to know.

#andre burakovsky #nhl imagine #hockey imagine #nhl fic #my writing #avs95

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I was thinking about how Naz and Gaius are both Warriors, and it made me wonder now, how do your characters (let's prio Naz and Marcus ig) characterize their classes? I know Naz is a Berserker and Marc's a Renegade, right? How did they develop their styles of fighting and such?

(@commanderhorncleaver)

Oh geez I actually had something stemming in to Naz's stuff in drafts that I keep putting off, I'll have to finish that at some point lmao.

Nastazya had basic Blood Legion combat training and naturally just gravitated towards a Warrior's style with axes and greatswords. She always had the hint of Berserker back then, but she couldn't really control her Rage.

While in the Vigil, she gets personal training from Almorra herself. (This is the thing in my drafts) To fight less with a blind rage, and focus the anger she has at key moments, rather than constantly raging. This is the first step she takes to becoming a proper Berserker, though she's still mostly a regular warrior up until Heart of Thorns. By the time Marcus returns, Nastazya has got a near complete grasp over her Rage. It takes exceedingly infuriating moments for her to lose control. (Bangar)

I sort of headcanon that Nastazya's berserk can work a slight different in that she can seem viciously cold in battle, until she lets out a sudden strike empowered by sheer Rage. 1-100 in a fraction of a second. (Like how she punched that separatist flying against a wall.) Naz was already physically stronger than Marcus before she could empower herself this way, so she's pretty terrifying.

As for Marcus, he, much like Nastazya, trained as a Warrior in fahrar. He used to be a hammer & maces kinda guy at first, until Naz started getting stronger than him. Then with his training into agility, learned more with longbow and swords. The Whispers taught him some very useful tricks with these too. He sticks around with these weapons up until he vanishes into the mists with Rytlock.

When the two meet Glint, and Rytlock learns to be a Herald. Marcus questions about if he has to invoke Glint or if someone else in his mind could work? When given such a confirmation, he attempts to invoke Kalla Scorchrazor. Which works pretty well.

Kalla instructs him on shortbow use alongside Marcus' experimenting with Mists portals & projectiles. (Rytlock gets a tiny bit jealous that Marcus can call charr spirits and summon artillery strikes. But assures that Sohothin will be all he needs.)

Marcus mostly enjoys firing arrows through mists portals, his favourite thing is that he doesn't have to aim his arrows because the portals do it for him. (Also useful when he has the blackout visor on.)

Plus about spirit choices, canonically Ventari is who Marcus keeps as an off-hand choice. Since Nastazya usually wears gladiatorial she gets a lot of gashes, Marcus is the first to heal her back up as soon as he can.

Marcus used Mallyx once and nearly got taken over by the demon, so he has a bit of a phobia of demons now...

So his style is 95% of the time using Kalla and raining arrows out from portals. The other 5% is using dual swords, he rarely needs to do this when Nastazya is causing havoc however.

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EXTRA BONUS I have this one scene in my head of Nastazya throwing her greatsword at a foe, Marcus charging in after it... Then he switches to Alliance stance, grabs the greatsword and starts doing Vindicator-y stuff. Before phasing back to Naz and handing her the greatsword back.

Power couple goals.

#gw2 #guild wars 2 #charr #Nastazya Ragewelder #Marcus Furyclash #answered

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mrsgreenworld · 3 years

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Son Yaz Season 2, Episode 22

"Adaletin Bu Mu Dünya" ("Is This the World of Justice?") aka Barren Land

So a new season came in like a wrecking ball. I've missed watching something that gets this level of emotional response from me. That's the beauty of this show - it played on my emotional strings from the very start. It is a different type of show now, however. In season 1 Son Yaz was pretty much a show about family, with all the mafia stuff being just a background noise. It may have seemed that it was Akgün's story and his found family. And in a way it was. But it was never just Akgün's story. It's the story of the Kara family as much as it was Akgün's. This estranged family comes together when this hurt and abandoned kid lands in their lives. The gift of family and love was something that Akgün not only got but also gave in return. That's why in season 1 intro we saw the blurry image of the Kara family, all four of them, and Akgün who was standing a bit to the side, like an outsider. And he was, at the beginning. Throughout the season we saw him close this distance, both literally and figuratively.

If we look at season 2 intro, it is something else entirely. The intro music theme is still the same but it's a reworked version, it sounds lower and more intense. The blurry image of this new intro is of Selim and Akgün, just the two of them, standing next to each other, at the dusk of the day. And I feel that's what this season is going to be about - the story of these two men and either their redemption or their further downfall.

But there is another pillar the story lies upon - Yağmur. These three are going to be the focus of this review. Let's get down to it.

Yağmur

I've decided to discuss Yağmur first because she's the first one we see three years later. I also believe that she's the one who had the strongest connection with Canan. Sure Canan was loved just as much by Altay, she was and always will be the love of Selim's life. But there's usually one person among our loved ones who we share a very special connection with. And I believe that for Canan that person was Yağmur and vice versa. That's why Yağmur is the one keeping Canan's memory alive. She dresses similarly, she keeps the key to the restaurant (that's named after Canan) under a flower pot which looks remarkably similar to the one in Çeşme. I even suspect it's the same pot. Yağmur has flowers in the restaurant that she takes care of first thing in the morning. In season 1 there were scenes of Canan watering the flowers.

It might look as if Yağmur has everything under control. She seems put together, almost like her old self. But it is the calm before the storm. It only lasts as long as she doesn't stop. Yağmur said it herself: if she stops, she'll start thinking about what happened, she'll have to face it and just the possibility is making her lose her mind. But this madness won't just go away, it's brewing just beneath the surface and it showed its face in the scene where Yağmur finally saw Akgün. She was absolutely unhinged. It's like after having been in denial for three years she was catapulted into anger within the first seconds of seeing him. That's the sort of maddening rage that stems from denying yourself a chance to grieve and truly experience loss. Yağmur's drawn-out denial is going to take its toll. She's clearly suffering from PTSD and from a glimpse of her in episode 23 fragman it's clear that it's starting to affect her physically.

I don't know what the writers have in store for Yağmur but right now it seems to me that she will have to go through all of the stages of grief and in the end find acceptance and peace.

Selim

And next we see Selim who lives alone in a secluded house in Rize. He walked away from his children and his old life. He left behind his vocation. He's no longer a prosecutor. I find it interesting that Selim repeated it several times throughout the episode: "I'm not a prosecutor". We saw in season 1 how much Selim's job meant to him, how something that he had initially pursued just to be closer to Canan had become his calling and a part of him. And now with Canan gone it's like that part of Selim is gone too. Or maybe he just killed that part of himself when he took his revenge on Halil Sadi. And the way it happened is the reason why Selim decided to stay away from his children. It was gruesome and savage and Selim understood clearly how that would taint a person. That's why he tried to convince Akgün to leave him alone to take care of it and that's exactly why he kept his distance from Yağmur and Altay so as not to taint them with his darkness. Selim owns his darkness and his sins. Selim Kara is not a good man. And he knows it. Now that I think about it, he was never a good person. Back in season 1 we saw what a shitty husband and father he was. Yes, they tried to redeem him and give him a second chance. He took this chance and, I think, he really tried to be the kind of a man who deserved his family. But the bitter truth is that he never deserved Canan or his children. And I think that Selim is painfully aware of this. That's why I'm not angry with him for leaving Yağmur and Altay. I don't love or even like him but I understand him. I'm also not angry that he involved Akgün into that nightmare. Selim gave Akgün an out, in the end it was Akgün's choice to stay. I'm definitely not gonna blame Selim for the choices Akgün made.

I've already mentioned that this season can turn into either a redemption story or even further downfall for both Selim and Akgün. But I feel that no matter which way Selim chooses to go - up or down - we won't see a happy ending waiting for him. It's clear now what's waiting for him. I believe that if we don't see Selim pulling that trigger again, it will be someone else's bullet that sends him to Canan.

Akgün

Or my sweet, sweet boy... He is a boy no more 😢

Killing his own brother, going to prison, giving up the love of his life, living on the run for three years - all of that took its toll and changed Akgün irrevocably. But most of all it was that horrid night and the choice he made that turned his hopeful and blossoming future into a barren land.

He's always been hot-headed, doing-first-thinking-never. Always ready to sacrifice himself for the ones he loves. And the way he loves is fierce and maybe even a bit suffocating. And all of that hasn't changed. But now Akgün seems torn between being resigned and suicidal. He's resigned when it comes to Yağmur and the future he wanted to have with her. He's suicidal when it comes to saving his father and helping Selim.

I know that it's been pointed out in the show a number of times that Selim and Akgün are very much alike. And it may seem that what they did to Halil Sadi brought them closer together and made them even more similar. While that night definitely tied them together in a very special way that only the two of them will ever be able to comprehend, I also saw how in fact different Selim and Akgün are. And the ultimate difference lies here: Akgün is a good person. I just hope that he'll get a chance to become a good husband and a good father. The kind of a husband and father Selim never was and I don't think could ever be.

A few honourable mentions

🖤 Eray is the sweetest, most precious cupcake on this planet and he makes my heart burst with love and gratitude. He was so loving and affectionate with Akgün. From the way he hugged him and he called him "Canım benim" to the way he sent Akgün updates on Yağmur and how he comforted Akgün after the disastrous reunion.

🖤 I already said while I was live blogging that I really like the siblings role reversal they've got going on. Give me all the bitter moody teenage Altay who also has a picture of himself and Akgün from Canan and Selim's wedding.

🖤 Soner and Naz are cute and all but they're also incredibly dumb. Especially Soner who comes from a mafia family and has to marry a girl from another mafia clan. Her father is a mafia boss who's giving away his only daughter. And to make things even worse Soner had to drop the ILY at the dinner. For fucks sake... Where's your only brain cell? On the run with Akgün?🤦

And... That's pretty much it. I have to stop before it gets completely out of hand. Until next episode. I'm sure we're in for a wild ride.

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Reflecting Light - Chapter Twenty Three.

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Chapter Twenty Three

“So, Nazanin. You work for the CIA as a translator and that’s about as far as we got, apart from the fact you can’t have a lot of common sense to marry my fat head of a son,” Mitch joked, opening the fridge and gesturing between the many bottles of beer and wine. “From your accent, I’m guessing you’re likely not originally from over here, right?”

He was working his ass off to make the poor girl feel comfortable, noticing his wife’s affronted reaction had made her shrink back a little nervously. He didn’t like anyone to feel unwelcome in his home, even though hearing she was his new daughter in law had thrown him through a loop.

Mitch hadn’t even known Sy was dating, but that was no big shock in itself as his son had always been quiet about his love life, so it was no real surprise to him that he hadn’t mentioned it while he’d spoken with him over Skype whilst he was out in Syria.

“A Miller, please, and no I was born in Iraq but raised in Turkey. Oh and call me Naz, by the way. Everyone else does,” she replied, Mitch dolling out beer bottles and a soda for Sy while nodding, waving his finger in recognition.

“That’s it! You sound like Amir, my barber! He’s from Turkey originally, born and raised in Antalya and came over here when he was thirteen,” he commented with a smile, Naz nodding with interest.

“So, is Iraq scary?” Lauren, who at twenty was Sy’s youngest sister, then asked.

“I don’t remember much as I was only six when we moved, but I never remembered being scared. Of course, all that changed because of Saddam, who I unfortunately share a surname with,” she replied, Lauren wide eyed.

“Does that mean you’re related?” she shouted.

“Lauren!” Sy warned, knowing how thoughtless her sister could be before opening her mouth.

“Don’t shout at her, it’s alright,” Naz told him calmly, stroking his arm. “Hussein is a very common surname, so no, gladly that wicked man was absolutely no relation to me.” She then continued.

“How on earth did you manage to get a job for the CIA when you’re not from here, then?” Judy, Sy’s mom put to her, sounding a little flat and disbelieving in tone, almost like she thought it wasn’t the truth.

“Oh, I’m an American citizen now, Mrs Syverson. I took my citizenship six years ago,” Naz informed her politely.

“Hmm, I see. Can I move all of you outside or into the lounge or something, so I can finish making the lunch?” Sy wasn’t exactly sure what his mom’s problem was, but there was a definite air of hostility around her at that moment.

He then remembered that of course, his mom did like advance warning if he brought anyone home and she’d prepared food, but this was swiftly followed by the fact that just like Naz’s mom, she almost always overcooked. He tried not to let it irritate him, taking Naz’s hand as they walked outside and his dad enthusiastically asked to hear more about her work.

“I guess the next pressing question is why you both felt the need to get married so quickly, without any family or friends there either. I mean, we didn’t even know of her at all!” Judy asked after sitting silently for a while after joining them. Perhaps that was it, she was upset she hadn’t been invited to their wedding.

“Yeah, but that’s just James, mom. You know he’s never all that chatty about who he’s dating,” Cameron interjected with a shrug, echoing his father’s earlier thoughts.

“We did it just for us, mom, we didn’t want it to be something big or overblown. It was marrying each other that was important, not the actual wedding itself. We’re planning on having an actual wedding at some point in the future, though, for family and friends and so you guys and Naz’s family can meet.

“As for why so quickly, well, why not? We’re in love with each other, personally I’ve never felt as strongly for anyone else as I do for her either, so we just did what we felt was right. We’re very happy too,” he explained, shrugging.

His siblings all sat a little wide eyed, never hearing him speak like that before, his dad beaming happily. Mitch was very much an old school romantic and thought – now he was over the initial shock - that what his son had done was terrific.

“Well, I am thrilled for you both. Very much so. Welcome to the family, Naz. I sure will enjoy getting to know you better,” he spoke, looking towards his wife and giving her a ‘well, say something’ look.

“I’m going to check on the chicken.” It would have been very accurate to assess that Judy Syverson definitely wasn’t as thrilled as her husband, something that became astoundingly clear after remaining in stony faced silence throughout the lunch.

It was confirmed when after they’d eaten, Naz went to use the downstairs bathroom just off the utility room next to the kitchen, overhearing Mitch questioning her sour attitude within. She hovered just behind the bathroom door, able to hear everything.

“You’re making the poor kid feel uncomfortable,” Mitch told her, Judy clattering around as she loaded pans and plates into the dishwasher.

“Well, I’m sorry about that, but I just don’t like it! It isn’t right!” she stated vehemently.

“What isn’t right? He knows his own mind, Jude. He’s thirty-five, plenty capable at his age to decide what’s right for him. She’s a lovely girl, too! Bright and smart, pretty, charming, what’s not to like?” he asked, astounded over why she was insisting on being so difficult.

“She’s Iraqi! We were at war with those people!” Her spat statement over the reason why she didn’t like her made Naz’s heart sink. She’d faced racial persecution in her life since living in the USA, of course she had after the climate left behind by the war, but she didn’t expect it there. Sy had made absolutely no mention of his mother having xenophobic opinions before.

“Oh, we were at war with Naz personally, huh? What, when she was twelve fucking years old, as she was when the war broke out? After she and her family had been living in Turkey for six years by that point? Have you been listening to her at all? What, are you honestly suspicious of her?” he challenged, reminding her very much of Sy when he lost his temper. So far, she could see he was definitely more like his father.

“Well, we don’t know, do we?” Judy bustled; cutlery being slammed into the basket as the dishwasher took the brunt of her hostility.

“She works for the damn CIA! You can’t honestly say you have legitimate suspicions over her, can you? What, you honestly think if there was anything nefarious about her that James wouldn’t have sniffed it out a mile away? It’s just one of the many things he’s trained to do, you know, Jude!” he shouted, laughing at the ludicrousness of her assumptions.

“He shouldn’t be with her. He should stick to his own kind. I mean come on, what about our grandkids! They’ll be, you know,” she trailed off, Naz covering her mouth with her hand as tears prickled her eyes.

“No, I don’t know other than the eventual apples of my eye,” Mitch said, his words warming her heart. “What will they be?”

“They’ll be mixed.” That was all Naz could bear to hear, closing the door softly to use the toilet and have a little cry, drying her eyes carefully so she could hide her tears before heading back out to sit down.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Sy asked her discreetly, Naz thanking Cameron for the fresh beer he passed her from the cooler before turning back to him.

“Nothing, I’m fine.” She should have known trying to fool him was pointless.

“You’re not. What’s up?” Wrapping his arm around her and kissing her head, Naz felt soothed by his affection after hearing the horrible, racist opinion his mother harboured over their future children. She honestly couldn’t believe it, that in 2018 people could still be so small minded.

She was just about to suggest they took a walk when his parents arrived back at the table, bringing an impressive looking pie for dessert. Naz politely refused, not able to sit at the same table with Judy, not after what she’d heard, or having to witness the way she purposefully wouldn’t look at her either.

“Can you excuse me, please? I need a minute.” Getting up, she squeezed Sy’s arm and walked away, heading down to slip under the rail and walk out onto the track that she found lead to more paddocks and a huge stable block.

Meanwhile, back at the table Mitch sat and felt awful, realising that of course, Naz looking so upset meant she must have been the person who came in to use the bathroom, thus overhearing Judy’s remarks.

“I’m going after her,” Sy said, making a start to get up.

“No, no. I’ll go. I have a feeling I know what this is over.” Mitch insisted, abandoning his desert and heading in the direction Naz had walked, finding her leaning over a rail, patting the neck of Mya, a liver chestnut coloured mare currently heavily in foal.

“You’re so pretty, yes you are, such a lovely girl,” Naz cooed, Mya happy to be receiving the attention as she sniffed Naz’s hair, enjoying having a new friend visit her.

“She’s my pride and joy. Mya has produced some of my best horses. See that stallion the same colour as her over in the paddock yonder? That’s Rocky, one of her foals. He was so perfect I kept him to breed from, couldn’t part with a horse that damned beautiful no matter what nice price I could have gotten from him,” he told her, Naz shielding her eyes from the sun to see a very majestic looking stallion grazing peacefully five paddocks over.

“I’m sure you could get a lot more money from him in the long run from his foals, so hanging onto him makes good sense,” she replied, Mitch nodding.

“You’re absolutely right. He’s shown well in-hand, won many a blue ribbon. He might only be three but he’s been very profitable so far. I’d take you up to meet him, but I can smell you’re wearing perfume, and you can’t be scented around a stallion. Gets ‘em all excited,” he commented.

“Your son is similar,” she said without thinking. “Sorry, was that TMI?” she then asked, glad when Mitch began to laugh hard.

“No! That was funny, very funny,” he replied, holding a hand to his chest as he continued to laugh. “It’s good to see you smile too, because I know why you’d begun to look sad back there. You heard Judy’s remarks. I worked it out, didn’t take a genius you were the one who came in to use the bathroom while I was trying to get to the bottom of her ire.”

“Yes, yes I did,” she replied, her tone sombre once more, feeling comforted by Mya resting her head against her as she tickled the soft fur under her eyes.

“I don’t really know how to respond to that, I truly don’t. My wife, I’ve never known her to hold racist opinions before, believe me that’s the truth. Two of her closest friends from high school are both Mexican, so I just cannot see why she’d have a problem with James being with a woman who isn’t white. I suspect there’s more to it than meets the eye,” he explained.

After joining them out of concern for his wife and hearing exactly what she’d overheard, Sy was of the same opinion as his dad too.

“I mean, she could be prejudiced a little, although it doesn’t make sense when you see how much she loves Gloria and Esmeralda, and their children, all of whom are mixed race since Hank and David are both white,” Sy began, referring to his mom’s best friends and their husbands. “I think it has more to do with one fact, darlin’. You ain’t Heather, and it doesn’t matter what ethnicity you might be. If you were white, she’d still find a way to dismiss you somehow.”

“Be that as it may, it doesn’t make her opinion over our future children any easier to swallow,” she commented, Sy nodding.

“None of what she said is right, baby. Look, Im’a leave you with dad and go talk to her. She can’t just spit shit like that and face no consequences for it.” Giving her a kiss, he turned to head back to the house, Mitch offering to give her a tour of the stables which she gladly accepted. Anywhere as long as Sy’s mom wasn’t present was a good place to be for Naz at that moment.

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Soy Lattes and Red Wine ~ Tyson Jost and Andre Burakovsky (Part Three)

Part One | Part Two

Summary: There was nothing for you in Denver when you decided to move there except a studio apartment and a longing for a fresh start. But the fresh start you’re looking for comes with a number of complications, primarily two.

Warnings (for the whole fic are listed, those in bold are in this part): language, implied sex/light smut, smut, alcohol, cheating. (Andre is kinda an asshole in this, he kinda is in the rest of the fic, I’m sorry)

Word Count: ~4,200

You were hanging out with Tyson a few months after things started with Andre. You would be lying to say that things weren’t different with you and Tyson. You were seeing him less frequently, your time split now between school, work, new friends, Tyson and Andre. And he always seemed on edge anytime anything about Andre came up.

“The guys are going out for drinks tonight,” Tyson tells you even though you could see his phone in his hand in front of him. He was sitting in the corner of your couch and you had your back pressed to his chest, your head on his shoulder as you were watching TV.

“You going?” you ask, tipping your head back to look up at him.

“If you’re coming,” Tyson says easily, lowering his phone to look at you.

“I’m not one of the guys,” you giggle.

“Well I told you I’m spending the day with you so I’m not going out with them,” Tyson tells you with a shrug.

“Tyson,” you groan, shuffling to get onto your knees on the couch to face him. “I don’t want to keep you from going out. It’s not like we had real plans, we’re just watching TV.”

“Exactly, so let's go do something, but together.”

After a little more coaxing you find yourself getting changed out of your sweatpants and into an outfit a little more suitable for a bar. You drive this time, offering to be the designated driver. Tyson may have the day off tomorrow but you didn’t, meaning you had no intention of drinking.

When you get to the bar you follow Tyson to the table in the back that the guys were sitting at. The mood immediately shifts when you get there and for a second you think it’s because it was really supposed to be just the guys. But then you notice Nate trying to silently communicate with Tyson. But Tyson isn’t quick to pick it up and Nate isn’t exactly subtle. So you follow his signal with your eyes, seeing Andre at the bar with a girl. She had her hand on his bicep, her head thrown back in a laugh. Two empty shot glasses were sitting in front of them.

The feeling of five sets of eyes on you isn’t subtle and you force a smile onto your face even though you were suddenly feeling nauseous. “He looks like he’s having fun,” you mutter, sliding into the booth beside Mikko.

“I’ll go get us drinks,” Tyson says to you with an apprehensive smile on his face. You had told him you weren’t going to drink but he knew you well enough to know you were going to need one now.

Returning a couple minutes later Tyson sets a mixed drink in front of you before sliding into the booth with a beer in his hand. “You’re okay?” Tyson whispers, leaning back in his seat to try to make his question discreet.

“I’m fine,” you tell him dismissively. Because you weren’t. Not in the slightest. Because it was fun with Andre. But it was fun because you hadn’t made yourself have the conversation with him. The ‘what are we?’ conversation. Because ignorance is bliss until it all blows up in your face. You bring the drink Tyson had brought you to your lips when you catch sight of Andre whispering something in the blonde girl’s ear. You finish almost the whole glass in one drink, grateful for the sweet pepsi that masked the taste of whatever alcohol was in it.

When you look back up you notice wide eyes on you, Ryan chuckling quietly to break up the tension. “I’ve got the next round,” he says to the table, but his eyes are on you full of pity in a way that makes you want to throw up. Because you were just another stupid girl who fell too hard and too fast for someone who just wanted another person to fuck.

And Ryan is true to his word, and maybe more than he should be as the waitress brings a round of drinks for the table, and some extra tequila shots ‘for whoever wants one’ but as he says it he pushes one in front of you. And you throw it back quickly, not evening arguing with the fact that numbing the pain with alcohol was a bad idea. It was, logically, a horrible idea. But drinking till you forgot about how much it hurt to see Andre flirting with another girl at the bar just seemed so right in the moment.

And by the time you’re on your third drink in the hour since you got there you realize maybe your plan wasn’t going to work. Because even though you were a little more numb to the pain you felt the grasp you had on your emotions weakening as well. So when you look up and see Andre walking to the table with the girl in tow you can feel the tears, can feel them caught in your throat, your body fighting to let them out even though it was the last thing your brain wanted.

For the first time he notices you, his eyes landing on yours and softening immediately. Had he known Tyson was bringing you things would have played out differently. But he didn’t know that and truthfully, it didn’t matter. Because was it really better if he was just doing it behind closed doors rather than out in the open at a bar?

“Hey, Y/N,” he says, voice quiet and timid, like the five other people at the table were about to revolt against him.

“Hi Andre,” you reply, your voice cold. And you wished that your emotions were as turned off as you made it seem like they were.

“This is, uh,” Andre starts, turning to look at the girl who was with him. “This is…,” he begins again and you realize he couldn’t remember her name.

Scoffing you shake your head, tapping Tyson’s thigh gently. “I’m going to the washroom, I can’t watch this shitshow,” you whisper to him, sliding out of the booth when Tyson gets up.

You head to the bathroom, taking a few breaths under the fluorescent lights, everything feeling just a little hazy and blurry from the alcohol. Tyson is standing in the hallway when you walk out of the bathroom, one shoulder pressed to the wall as he leans against it.

“You alright?” he asks.

Swallowing heavily you shrug your shoulders, arms wrapped around your body as you try to soothe yourself, calm yourself down so you weren’t the girl crying in a bar over a boy. “Is that all I was to him, Tys?” you whisper, shaking your head. “Did he just figure he should actually remember my name because everyone else did? Because I was your friend?”

Tyson stares at you, noticing the way your eyes were filled with tears, the way your voice was breaking as you spoke, how you seemed to be shrinking into yourself. And he couldn’t remember ever being so mad before. Mad at how anyone could hurt you like this. Mad at himself for not protecting you from this. “Come here,” Tyson says gently, reaching over and pulling you into his chest. Because he didn’t know what he could say to make it better. He didn’t know exactly how Andre felt but standing there with you crying in his arms while Andre was throwing shots back with a stranger in the bar gave him a pretty clear idea that you weren’t far from the truth. But he would never dare say that.

“I’m so stupid, Tys,” you mutter, clutching onto him. “Why did I think he actually cared?”

“You’re not stupid,” Tyson whispers, pressing his lips to your forehead as he pulls back to look into your eyes. “You thought that because you deserve to be with someone who actually cares the way you want them to.”

Sniffling you reach up and wipe the tears off your face. “I’m going to go,” you tell Tyson, as if it needed to be said. “You don’t have to come with me though, I’ll just go try to sleep this whole thing off.”

Tyson chuckles sarcastically, shaking his head. “I’m not staying.”

Smiling softly you nod, pulling him into another quick hug before nodding back towards the bar. You slowly approach the table, leaning down and grabbing your purse from where it was sitting on the booth bench beside Mikko.

“We’re heading out,” Tyson tells the table and your eyes land on Andre, making eye contact. And it’s the exact situation you were in months prior, but this time you were making eye contact with Andre rather than Tyson and it was Tyson taking you home not Andre, but for entirely different reasons.

“Y/N,” Andre says as you turn to leave. You look back, watching him push himself out of the booth and approach you hesitantly. “Can we please talk?” he whispers, looking over at Tyson.

“There’s nothing to talk about,” you mutter, looking over at the blonde girl sitting at the table staring at her glass. None of this was her fault and you felt guilty that you had put her in such an uncomfortable situation.

“There is,” Andre mutters, placing his hand on your forearm, thumb rubbing over your skin when he notices your eyes are glossy with tears again.

“Don’t,” Tyson suddenly chimes in, pushing Andre’s hand off your arm, wrapping his own arm around you protectively. “You’ve done enough tonight.”

“I just want to talk to her,” Andre exclaims, hands up in defense after Tyson pushes him away.

“There’s nothing you can fucking say, Andre. You hurt her. You hurt her because you don’t give a fuck. You don’t care about her. You could never care about her...not the way I do,” Tyson exclaims and you slowly pull out of his grasp, eyes widening at his outburst.

“Tyson,” you whisper and you know he heard you but he doesn’t look down at you right away. Eventually he looks over and you don’t know what to do or say now, staring at him in a stunned silence. The same way everyone around you was staring in a stunned silence.

Suddenly Naz is at your side. “I’m driving you home,” he says quietly. He had opted out of drinking for the night and you were more than grateful for that now. “Do you want Tyson to come with you?”

“I...I don’t know,” you whisper back to him, your eyes filling with tears again. Because you were three drinks too deep to figure any of this out. Because you were upset about Andre not caring about you but you were also mad at him for thinking he could just talk to you and it would all be fine. And you were confused about what Tyson said. And you were embarrassed that the whole night had played out like this. And it was all just too much.

“It’s okay,” he says gently, hand on your lower back as he turns you away from the group. You let him guide you out of the bar, deciding it would be best to just let the night end there.

Naz pulls up in front of your apartment building, shifting his car into park. “You’re sure you’re okay alone?”

“I’m fine,” you assure him, unbuckling your seatbelt. “I’m sorry the night turned out like that.”

“Hey...that was the most exciting shit I’ve been part of in awhile,” he jokes, chuckling as you push the door open.

You can’t help but giggle at that, stepping out of the car. “Thanks again for driving me home.”

“Anytime. Call if you need anything,” he says before you shut the door, waiting in his car till you’re in the building before driving away.

The night is filled with restless sleep, tossing and turning, your mind drifting back to the bar. But it’s not Andre that your half asleep self can’t stop thinking about. It’s Tyson. ‘You could never care about her...not the way I do’. What did that mean? What was so special about the way Tyson cared about you?

“I’m leaving,” Tyson declares after he watches you leave the bar with Naz. He was glad to see you leave with him, knowing he would get you home safe. But he wished you had answered when Naz asked if you wanted him to come with you. Wished you had said yes.

“I’ll come outside and wait for your Uber with you,” Ryan offers, standing up and walking outside with Tyson.

The tension remains at the table as Andre stands uncomfortably at the side of it, finally glancing back to where Nate and Mikko were left sitting at the table, the girl he had met having disappeared sometime between Naz and Ryan leaving the table.

“What the fuck is his problem?” Andre finally mutters, sounding frustrated and confused.

“Maybe it’s the fact that you just made the girl he’s in love with cry,” Nathan tells him with a bitter tone.

“In love with?” Andre questions, eyes wide as he looks back and forth between Nate and Mikko. “Tyson is in love with Y/N?”

“She was never just a friend to him, Andre,” Nate mutters.

“How was I supposed to know?” Andre exclaims defensively. “It’s not like it was obvious.”

“It was pretty obvious,” Mikko chimes in. “You were just too busy hooking up with her to notice.”

“Fuck,” Andre says, sitting back down as he stares at the surface of the table. “What am I supposed to do now?”

“Leave Y/N alone and give Tyson some space, probably,” Nathan reasons, shrugging. “But I can’t speak from experience on this one,” he adds with a chuckle.

Mikko laughs along with Nate, picking up his glass of beer and taking another drink. “Don’t know if anyone can.”

“Shut up,” Andre mutters, not able to find the humour in it the same way they were. Because he wasn’t sure if he could leave you alone. When he saw you upset over him something inside of him felt like it was breaking in a way that didn’t make sense. In a way that made him feel like he just had to do everything in his power to fix it.

When you wake up the next morning you really wished the whole thing had just been one fucked up dream. But the missed call and three texts from Tyson made you aware that you hadn’t just dreamt it all. And then there was the text you weren’t expecting. A text from Andre.

You look at the text from Tyson first. ‘I’m sorry for making you come out last night. I’m sorry he would do that to you’ ‘I meant what I said, you deserve so much more than that’ ‘I just called to make sure you were okay, maybe you’re sleeping. Call if you need anything’

And then the one from Andre. ‘I need to talk to you’

You ignore it all as you lock your phone, dragging yourself to the bathroom and taking a shower. Despite everything that was going on you still needed to go to work. You had a life outside of boy drama, even though the last thing you wanted to do with a mild hangover and eyes swollen from crying was go to work.

The day goes by slowly, your phone remaining in the bottom of your bag all day. You couldn’t bring yourself to face anything when you needed to be focusing on work. And then when you got home from work you convinced yourself that you couldn’t face it with your blood sugar low so you made and ate dinner. And then you were tired, so you really couldn’t face it then either. And the next morning you knew the guys would be boarding a plane to begin a string of away games and you didn’t want to distract from that.

And the excuses continued for days until you got a text from someone you really weren’t expecting. Nathan. ‘Can you just tell me you’re okay? They’re both worried about you.’

You knew you had to reply to that one. Because it wasn’t about feelings or what you were planning to do about your relationships with Tyson and Andre. It was about your safety. ‘I’m fine, tell them there’s nothing to worry about’.

‘He probably doesn’t want me to say this but Tyson is a mess. Could you call or at least just text him yourself?’

And the pain you feel when you read that text is indescribable, a mixture of sadness and guilt. You had never meant to hurt Tyson. You just needed space, needed to figure out what you were doing, how you were feeling about it all.

But you dial his number immediately, curling up on the couch as you wait for him to answer.

“Y/N?” he answers, as if it were more likely that someone else would have your phone and have decided to call you than it was for you to actually be calling.

“Hey,” you say quietly. “Sorry I didn’t answer you sooner, Nathan texted and said you were....worried.”

“Well, yeah, I was worried,” Tyson exclaims. “I don’t hear from you for three days after you have a full on meltdown in a bar. Why wouldn’t I be worried?”

“Don’t...don’t make it sound like I did something wrong,” you whisper.

“Picking him was wrong, Y/N. Picking him when you had someone who was in love with you right in front of you was wrong.”

“What are you talking about?” you whisper, adrenaline pumping through your body anxiously at the way his tone was raised in frustration and anger.

“Nothing,” Tyson mutters and you can hear commotion muffled on the other end of the line. “I have to go, we’re heading to the arena. Thanks for finally letting me know you’re fine.”

“Tyson,” you plead, the angry tone in his voice setting off a panic inside you. “Tyson, please, I’m sorry.”

“I really have to go,” he tells you before hanging up.

The silence after the call ends is haunting and you feel a few tears slip from your eyes. The last thing you ever wanted was to hurt your relationship with Tyson but you were beginning to feel like you had done just that. Was it him? Was he talking about himself? Was he in love with you? Or was the way he said it meaningful...was he at one point in love with you but not anymore?

You watch the game that night. You couldn’t not watch. Couldn’t miss watching a game when the only reason not to watch it was because you were upset with Tyson and Andre. You watch Tyson score a goal and cheer to yourself alone in your living room forgetting for a second that things weren’t great between you two. When the game ends with the Avs winning you pull your phone out, unsure if you should text him or not. You always did when they were playing away games, win or lose. It felt wrong, petty, to not text him tonight.

‘Congratulations, you played great tonight’ you type out, followed by a smiling emoji.

‘Thanks’ is all you get back hours later and your heart aches. Because when was that all Tyson said to you? He was never that brief. And you can’t think of anything else you should or could say, going to bed that night with a heavy feeling in your chest.

It’s only a couple more days till Tyson is back in Denver but it feels like months. You missed Tyson so much and it made it so much worse not being able to text him, not having late night facetime calls where you talked in quiet tones, both so tired that you couldn’t get the energy to speak any louder.

You had just gotten home from work when you heard a knock on your door, walking to it hesitantly. When you pull it open your eyes widen, shocked to find Tyson standing in front of you. “Hi,” you whisper, dropping your hand from the door as you stare at him.

“I missed you,” is all Tyson has to say before you’re stepping forward, wrapping your arms around him. His arms find your waist, slowly walking you backwards so you weren’t standing in the hallway anymore. And your eyes are filled with tears again. This time though you’re not angry or upset, you’re simply relieved. Relieved that you hadn’t ruined your friendship. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“I’m just,” you begin, pulling back to wipe your eyes, laughing softly in response. You had sure done a lot of crying in front of Tyson. But you also spent more time with Tyson than anyone else in your life, so you figured that had to make sense on some level. “I’m just glad you’re here. I was so scared, Tys.”

“Scared of what?” Tyson asks quickly, his voice raising slightly, defensive as he holds your arms gently.

“Losing you,” you whisper.

Tyson’s lips part, eyes softening, a heavy breath leaving his lips. “You’re not going to lose me...I love you, Y/N,” he admits, voice shaky.

“What you said on the phone?” you whisper, watching him nod in response.

“I was talking about me. But it’s not going to change our friendship because you don’t feel the same way. I care about you just as much...as my friend. My best friend.”

Your mind is a blur as you listen to him, your eyes glancing down to his lips and you can’t stop thinking about kissing him. Because even though you had history with Andre it was only Tyson who you were thinking about since that night where everything spiraled out of control. And it’s not like you hadn’t felt strange things towards him before. In the happiness you felt when he invited you to things with ‘some of the other girlfriends and wives’ as if you fit into that ground, in how jealous you felt at the idea of him being with another girl, the guilt you felt when you lied to him about sleeping with Andre in the beginning, like you were cheating on him.

“What are you thinking?” Tyson whispers, breaking you from your thoughts.

Leaning up you press your lips to his and he kisses you back immediately. His lips are soft and his touch is gentle. The kiss lasts a couple more seconds before he pulls back. “Do you actually feel the same way towards me or as you just doing this because you don’t want to lose me?”

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you, Tyson. The thought of you being with anyone else makes me nauseous and that’s so selfish of me to say now, after everything. I know that. But I never thought about us like that. I thought my jealousy was just part of our friendship but I don’t think...I don’t think that’s normal.”

Tyson nods slowly, reaching over and taking your hands in his. “So what does this mean?”

Shrugging you look at him for a second before a smile spreads on your lips. “Tyson, will you go for dinner with me tonight?” you ask, realizing the question didn’t carry the punch you had hoped for. “As a date,” you add quickly. “Will you go on a date with me?”

Tyson smiles, chuckling quickly as he nods. “I’d love to.”

And you two took it from there. It was a first date you had been on where you were both already completely into each other, when you already knew almost every detail of each other's lives. And perhaps because of that or perhaps simply because it’s Tyson it’s the best first date of your life.

After dinner you end up back at your apartment and you make a joke about not sleeping with someone on the first date but it’s barely an hour before you’re on your bed, hands and lips all over each other. And Tyson fucks you like he’s trying to make up for the months of being so enamored by you but unable to say or do anything about it. You sleep better than you had in awhile, with Tyson’s arms wrapped around you. And when you wake up he’s still there, still holding you like he was scared someone would steal you away.

And you wake him with a few soft kisses on his cheek. “Will you go out for breakfast with me?” you whisper, Andre’s comment about not going for breakfast with him the morning after hooking up the first time in the back of your mind.

Tyson smiles sleepily, nodding as he pulls you back, pressing his lips to your forehead. “Of course,” he mutters tiredly.

And by the time you two get up and get yourselves together it’s definitely brunch. But it’s perfect. Everything felt so right and comfortable.

Part Four

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