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cuttergauthier · 7 months

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New Leaf | One

Au Summary: In which a hockey sister falls for her enemy who also happens to be her brother's new teammate. Yn Matthews and Matthew Knies never got along, what happens when Matthew becomes a Maple Leaf.

Matthew Knies x Matthews au

ONE | TWO | THREE | FOUR | FIVE | SIX | SEVEN

Social Media | Real Life

National Hockey League | Toronto Maple Leaf

Word Count: 1.3k

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Warning: This Story will contain Mature Language, Alcohol consumption, Against, fluff, Time jumps

I’ve been living in Toronto for the past two years. I’m a sophomore at the University of Toronto.

My older brother Auston plays for the Toronto Maple Leafs. When he first moved to Toronto, I missed him a lot so I decided to apply to Toronto. When I got excepted Auston was excited to be close to me again. Even though he’s 5 years older than me I’ve always been closer to him.

My first year here I lived in a dorm room, this year I wanted to live on my own so my brother helped me find an apartment where I could afford on my own even though he argued about it, I never want to have to depend on my brother for his money, even though he keeps saying he doesn’t care, but when I told him I wanted to pay for my own place he agree after about a month as long the apartment was in a safe neighbourhood.

This morning my brother called me after I got out of class to ask if I wanted to go watch their practice. I had nothing to do so I said yes.

The guys have been like my brothers since the moment I met them all, they always have my back. Auston said that Steph was going to be there, she’s Mitch’s Fiancé, she is the wag who I’ve always been the closest with since the day I met her, she became like an older sister to me. I tell her everything, if I ever need advice, she’s the one I talk to.

I took an uber to the arena since Steph and I always go out for coffee after we do this. I finally arrived at the arena and made my way to the stands to meet Steph.

When she saw me she smiled, she pulled me in a hug.

“It’s so good to see you, I miss you” she said, I chuckled.

“You literally saw me two days ago” I said

“I know but I still missed you”

“I missed you to”

We sat down and started talking, the guys aren’t on the ice yet.

“You’re going to see the new rookie today,” she said smiling.

“New rookie?” I asked confused

“Yeah, his college season just ended so the leafs signed him”

“Oh nice”

“According to Mitch, he’s really good and he’s your age,” she said, smirking.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“well you are single”

“Oh shut up” I said laughing.

“He’s number 23” she said as the boys started to get on the ice.

I looked up and saw who she was talking about, he looks familiar.

“What’s his name?”

“Um I think Mitch said Matt Knies” she said

I whipped my head around and looked at her with wide eyes.

“WHAT!?” I whispered.

Her eyes widened.

“Yeah, why?”

“Because I know him, why did the leafs have to sign him?” I sighed.

“What’s wrong with him? according to Mitch he’s really good.”

“I know he is… he’s from Arizona, we have the same friends back home, we went to the same high school but we never got along.”

“Omg really? Does your brother know about this?” she asked

“He might I don’t know, I never mentioned him before, really i’m closer with the doan’s and knies’ brother Phil”

“Well maybe it’s a sign for you guys to finally get along since you’re both in the same city again” she said smiling.

“I hope because if not, being in Toronto is going to feel like hell”

“It will be fine, don’t worry, and I’m sure if he says or does something, your brother and the guys will have your back” she said smiling. I gave her a soft smile.

We continued watching practice, once it was over the guys started making there way off the ice, Mich, Auston and matthew are standing by the bench talking. Mitch turned our way and waved happily, he might be 26 but he acts like a kid sometimes. Steph and I waved back chuckling. Both Auston and Matthew looked our way, Matthew looked straight at me shocked, his jaw dropped. He regained his composure before my brother or Mitch noticed.

Once they got off the ice, Steph looked at me smirking.

“What?”

“He definitely noticed you” she said, chuckling.

“Shut up” I scoffed.

We made our way out of the arena and to Steph’s car. Steph started Driver to (Your Favorite coffee place). Once we got there we both ordered our coffees and sat down at a table closest to the window.

Steph looked at me and smiled.

“What now?” i asked chuckling.

“What is it between you and Matthew that you don’t get along?”

“Honestly, I don’t know. We’ve been going to the same school since we were kids, we both had the same friends like I said, I was close with Gracie Doan while her brother was close with Matthew, as we grew up, we all became like a group all of us along with Matthew’s older brother. He’s just been a jerk to me since middle school, it never changed” I told her honestly.

“Have you ever thought that maybe he has a crush on you? I mean that’s usually what kids do when they have a crush” she said.

I scoffed.

“There’s no way Matthew ever had a crush on me.”

“You never know Yn, what about you, have you ever had a crush on him?” she asked curiously. I laughed.

“Obviously, i’m not blind, he's good looking steph” i said smiling, too bad he’s a jerk when it comes to me. Steph smiled before taking a drink of her coffee.

“Well, let’s hope something good comes from him being in toronto and being your brother’s teammate.” she said

“Same but i doubt it’ll end with us getting together steph”

“Never say never Yn” she said smirking. I shock my head in disbelief.

“Yeah, yeah whatever” i said and she laughed.

“Moving on, how are your classes? Are you almost done?” she asked

“Yeah, i only have one exam left then year 2 will be over” i said smiling.

“I’m glad”

Steph dropped me off at my apartment. It’s now noon, I took my school stuff out of my bag so I could study a little for my exam.

I studied for about an hour before taking a break. I went on my phone and texted Phil, Matthew’s brother, he’s one of my closest friends.

Yn: Why couldn’t you have warned me that your brother signed?!?!

Phil: Thought it would be a good surprise 🤪

Yn: I hate you so much right now!

Phil: No you don’t!

Phil: Did you see him?

Yn: Yes! I went to watch practice earlier with Steph, she’s the one who told me, then I saw him!

Phil: Sorry Yn :/ Did he see you?

Yn: Yes and he was shocked!

Phil: You two are going to have to get a long sometime!

Yn: You know damn well that won’t happen anytime soon!

Phil: Let me dream!

Yn: 😂

Phil: I’ll see you in a few days, we're coming down to Toronto For his NHL debut! (Pretend His debut was in Toronto)

Yn: At least i get to see you and your parents!

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lovecanyon · 2 years

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INSTAGRAM BLURB

harry x mother!y/n

MASTERLIST | PATREON

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harryflorals HARRY AND Y/N IN NEW YORK YESTERDAY!

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harryfan3 literal parents

harryfan9 CRYING AND THROWING UP

harryfan5 imagine being y/n…

harryfan7 his arm wrapped around her 😭

harryfan8 i will forever be jealous of y/n

harryfan10 thinking about all the shows she goes to for free

harryfan12 i cannot do this

harryfan14 having a breakdown

harryfan16 when will it be my turn

harryfan11 never if y/n is around 🤭

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harry_lambert The queen of Love on Tour

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harryfan13 screaming into my pillow

harryfan15 Y/N IS LIVING THE LIFE

harrystyles She truly is.

yourinstagram i forever adore you, my love!

harryfan17 questioning my existence

emmalouisecorrin the prettiest girl ever 🤍

harryfan19 harries are found dead after seeing this post

pillowpersonpp i support this!

harryfan21 y/n is so beautiful…i don’t blame harry

florencepugh she’s very gorgeous

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yourinstagram the boys are ready to take on fifteen madison square garden shows!

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harryfan22 15 shows in new york??? harry is making bank

harryfan25 they are literally different harry eras 😭

harrystyles My little tour babies.

yourinstagram little grouchy tour babies

harryfan23 y/n is really god’s favorite

annetwist my beautiful darlings!

harryfan26 harry having all boys has me on the sobbing on the floor

mitchrowland three harry juniors

harryfan24 i’m gonna need one of them to release medicine

gemmastyles little troublemakers

harryfan27 they look so much like harry, it’s insane

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harrystyles Love On Tour. New York City l. August, 2022.

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harryfan30 okayyy mr dancer

harryfan33 MY DREAM MAN!!!

yourinstagram go baby daddy 🗣

harrystyles You never fail to make me laugh.

harryfan31 CON😭😭 GRA😭😭😭TULA😭😭 TIONS

harryfan34 y/n really said that’s my man and my man only

alessandro_michele 🤍🍓🤍

harryfan36 he’s so 🙏

pillowpersonpp one day you are going to fall…and i’m going to laugh

harryfan32 i love him so much

jefezoff cheerleader harry

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mitchrowland he took make yourself at home serious

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harryfan42 ARLO IS SO ADORABLE OMG

harryfan44 he looks just like harry 😭

harrystyles Is he building forts backstage again?

yourinstagram yes, don’t underestimate arlo

harryfan46 i love them 🥹

pillowpersonpp arlo is a mood

harryfan40 harry = arlo

annetwist i love my grandson so much

harryfan43 he is literally harry’s twin, it’s insane

jefezoff little harry jr

harryfan47 uncle mitch posting this is just so cute

paulithepsm my favorite buddy

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harrystyles Goodnight New York.

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harryfan51 HE POSTED THIS FOR WHAT? 😭

harryfan54 screaming into my pillow

yourinstagram you stole my camera for this?

harrystyles Yes, I do not regret it.

harryfan52 i am so single

harryfan50 can someone please run me over

pillowpersonpp a true goddess

harryfan59 why did he post twice today…my eye is twitching

florencepugh i love you both so much

harryfan55 HARRY I AM TELLING YOUR MOTHER ABOUT THIS

harry_lambert a true beauty

harryfan58 crying. crying. and crying.

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pillowpersonpp my date for today.

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harryfan60 sarah and y/n besties forever

harryfan62 I LOVE THEM HANGING OUT TOGETHER

yourinstagram my lover sarah

harrystyles ??

pillowpersonpp goodbye harry

harryfan61 harry’s ?? kills me

paulithepsm sarah and y/n go on a field trip

harryfan63 when you realize they both are mothers 🥹

mitchrowland Didn’t even invite me?

yourinstagram sorry no more room in the car.

mitchrowland Wowwwww

harryfan65 why are they like this 😭

Harry Styles, father, musician and husband discusses his new album and family life. His recent album ‘Harry’s House’ was written for an all too familiar woman, Y/N Styles. Their love story goes all the way back to his One Direction days.

Late June 2013, Styles went to a coffee shop in Beachwood Canyon and met one of the baristas, Y/N. “Well at first she played hard to get.” Harry laughs. “It took me about five tries to get her number but I still got it.”

Being in one of the most famous bands in the world had it’s perks yet it also had it’s downsides. When the news of a barista dating the most favored One Direction member released, many things went wrong. Y/N had to quit her job at Beachwood Café to stop fans from coming in and harassing her over her relationship with Styles.

Harry admitted he felt guilty over that. At the time in 2013, Y/N was in college while holding down two jobs to help support her family. “Y/N was just so different from me, that’s what drew me to her.” He explained. Harry Styles dating a barista made headlines because it sounded so unlikely possible, but it was.

Right after Y/N graduated from UCLA in 2015, both her and Harry moved into a place together in Styles hometown, Holmes Chapel. She took the spot of Harry’s creative director on his team when One Direction broke up or went on a ‘hiatus’ some fans may say.

Just two years after Harry went solo, he and Y/N brought their first child into the world. Many fans did not know the couple had a child until Harry posted him snuggling his son with the caption ‘Timothy Edward Styles. 2-1-17.’

The public went truly crazy at Harry Styles and his partner Y/N having a child. Multiple fans went ‘unhinged’ as one may say. Just the news of their new child made headlines everywhere so you could imagine what their wedding announcement looked like.

“Timothy is definitely a mother’s boy.” Harry beams with a smile. “He and Y/N are attached to the hip, wherever she goes he goes.” Harry continues on still wearing the biggest grin ever.

Harry Styles is certainly a family man.

The birth of their second child Ezra made the public go into shock mode, once again. Harry Styles having children sounded unbelievable to them, yet paparazzi photos of Harry pushing a stroller had fans hanging their mouths open in shock.

The former One Direction member had always dreamed of becoming a father. Since he was little he’s always talked about growing a family and meeting Y/N made his dreams come true.

As Harry continues to discuss his family life, I see him staring at his children and wife in the corner of my eye. Even though they are busy talking to his stylist about the outfits he’s going to wear, I encouraged him to go see them.

Almost immediately he got up and sent me a large grin before skipping off to his family. The three boys with green eyes grew excited at the sight of their father and I could see it made Harry mushy inside.

The youngest Styles child Arlo swiftly threw himself in Harry’s arms which Y/N and Harry Lambert laughed at. The environment Harry surrounded himself in was truly the best.

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miinesweeper · 2 years

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Can I request twdg characters Marlon, Mitch, Louis, Clem, Violet all separated x reader who doesn't look strong but is very strong and one day they see reader like doing push ups and jokingly sit on their back but reader just laughs and continues to do push ups unbothered and their reactions

marlon:

“hey, you know we have weapons, right? it’s not like we’re fist fighting walkers-”

when you just roll your eyes at him, he jokingly sits on your back, not putting his full weight down to avoid hurting you when you inevitably fell flat on the ground-

but you didn’t, you just kept going, chuckling at him while he put more weight on you

“christ y/n, are you like, secretly jacked??”

marlon is literally astonished, especially he put almost all of his weight on you

mitch:

“oh you can do thirty pushups? okay, try this-” and he’d jokingly sit some of his weight on your back

“sure thing” you’d reply and keep going, to mitch’s shock

he’d wanna prove to you that he’s that strong too, and he’d tell you to sit on his back while he did pushups

he’d wanna see who could do more pushups while the other sat on their back, definitely turning it into an competition

louis:

being a bit of an ass, he’d seen you doing pushups and decide to sneak up on you and sit on your back as a shitty joke

but rather than feeling you drop to the ground beneath him, he’d feel himself rise up and down repeatedly

“nice try” you’d say as you kept going with way more ease than louis had been expecting

“at least i know you’d be able to rescue me if i were ever in danger-”

clem:

“trying to impress me?”

you’d chuckle and turn your head to look over at her, “maybe a little”

“try this on for size, then” and she’d sit down on your back, chuckling to herself as she felt you moving her up and down without missing a single beat

“you impressed yet?”

“hell yes i am”

violet:

“like what you see?” you’d ask when you notice her watching you

she’d roll her eyes but try to hide her smile, “maybe a little”

“c’mere, i wanna try something-” “what?” “sit on my back”

you hold yourself up for her to sit down, she looks confused and hesitant, thinking she’ll hurt you, “y/n, no way”

“c’mon, it’ll be fine” “if you say so…” she still looks super hesitant and slowly sits down on your back, almost falling off when you started moving up and down again

“holy shit, okay, now i really like what i see”

tbh, all of them would think it’s ridiculously hot that ur that strong

#twdg #twdg season 4 #twdgs4 #twdg louis #mitch twdg #marlon twdg #twdg clementine #twdg violet #twdg x reader #twdg imagine

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the-offside-rule · 1 year

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Mitch Evans (Jaguar) - Dandelions

This one-shot is in collaboration with Deli_f1 and why-are-you-here- on wattpad. We realised there isn't much Mitch Evans Oneshots so we decided to come together and write one each, since we are all big fans of his. This was also a nice little break from writing requests. Also, don't forget to check out their one-shot books which are both amazing might I add and vote etc. Oh and I'm so sorry for not publishing enough, I'm currently on holidays so uploads will be a bit slow for a while. Thank you guys and enjoy the Oneshots x

Y/n waved her hand delicately through the air as she sat in the passenger seat of her friend, Mitch Evans' car. Y/n and Mitch had known each other for a while now, since they were teenagers. They'd been inseparable except for when Mitch was away racing of course but when Mitch was home, he would always make sure to hang out with Y/n without a question. Mitch pulled into a little pebbled car park, the small stones crunching as the car ran over them. "Alright, let's go have our picnic then." Mitch said as he parked. "Thank god. I'm starving." Y/n replied, hopping out of the car. "Maybe I would have eaten quicker if someone hadn't got us lost."

"You just gave me the directions wrong. That's all." Mitch chuckled. "I didn't have to give you directions until you got us lost." She said as she popped the boot open. "I refuse to take blame for getting us lost, Y/n." Mitch took the basket out and closed the boot. Y/n laughed to herself before she looked for where to go for the picnic and saw a little pathway, so like any logical human being, she walked towards it but the other illogical human being had other plans. "Um, where are you going?" he asked. Y/n looked between Mitch and the path. "To the picnic spot? There's a sign." She pointed at the sign. Mitch waved his hand. "No, no, no. Let's go through the field. It looks nicer." Y/n looked behind him and saw a dandelion infested field, which wouldn't exactly help your hay-fever. "Mitch, that's how we got lost in the car. There's literally directions right here and you aren't taking them." Y/n told him. "I know but come on. The longer you're lost with me the longer you get to spend time with me bestie." He joked, earning a laugh from you. "Okay, fine but I'll kill you if we get lost."

The pair set off into the field, climbing over the fence and now walking through the dandelions. "Do you ever wish on dandelions?" Mitch asked. "Sometimes. I haven't wished on them since I was little." Mitch picked one up, twirled it around a bit and blew on it, watching as the florets danced in the air. "What did you wish for?" Y/n asked. Mitch tapped the side of his nose. "It won't come true if I tell you now, will it?" You smiled and continued to walk. "Maybe you should try it. You never know, your wish might come true." Y/n looked and plucked a dandelion, raising it to just in front of her lips before she did the same as Mitch, keeping her wish silent and close to her heart. As they walked on, Mitch noticed that Y/n was taking many dandelions and blowing every single one, which made him laugh a bit to himself.

"You've got a lot of wishes, huh?" Mitch chuckled as he watched Y/n pick up yet another dandelion to blow away. "Yeah and ironically, one of the wishes is not to have hay-fever." Mitch laughed as the pair walked on through the dandelions. "And do you want photos for your Instagram?" Mitch asked. "Nah. I'll be fine." you replied. "Oh come on, just take a photo. You look live one of those aesthetic girls. I like it." You laughed and looked to the ground before reaching into your pocket and pulling your phone out triumphantly. "Look, the dress has pockets Mitch!" He smiled as he took the phone. "Pockets must be scarce in your world." He joked. "You have no idea." Mitch opened the phone and went to the camera. "Right, how am I taking this then?" he asked. "Well you encouraged me to take it so you tell me what to do." Mitch let out a sigh and looked around for ideas. He rubbed the back of his neck as he thought of possible poses. "Okay, lie down." Mitch said. "I don't think my hay fever wish came true yet Mitch." you laughed. "I've got tablets, just lie down." You looked at the ground with an arched brow. "Trust me." Mitch said, holding his hand out for you to take. You smiled and held his hand as you helped yourself get down. "Okay so am I putting my arms up or what am I doing?" she asked.

"Do whatever you want? Just pose." She groaned and lay down, moving her hands and body in different positions as Mitch snapped the photos. "Absolute beauty." Mitch said, rounding his fingers into an OK gesture. "Right, now help me up." Y/n said, looking for Mitch's hand again. "Hold on." Mitch paused to get something from his bag. "What are you doing?" Y/n whined. "I'm getting a biscuit." Mitch replied. "You're what now?" Y/n asked for him to repeat. "Look, they're chocolate digestives, they're gonna melt!"

"So help me up and we can go eat them!" Mitch groaned and leaned over to help his friend up. She wiped down her dress and took her phone from Mitch, going to look at some of the photos he took of her. She swiped through the first two or three before she saw multiple photos of Mitch doing random faces. "Are you serious?" Mitch as he nibbled on a digestive. "You really aren't funny." She mumbled, shoving her phone back into her pocket. "I am, you know I am." They walked for a little while longer until Mitch spoke up again.

"So, what wishes do you think will come true?" Mitch asked, eating a biscuit. Y/n let out a sigh. "I hope the florets travel to my darling and let them know I love them. I don't think they're exactly aware of my feelings yet." Mitch turned his head to her. "Yet?"

"No, not yet but plans are being made."

"I like the optimism." He chuckled. Y/n looked at his side profile. Her smile softened. "Clueless." you muttered, quiet enough for Mitch to not hear. You see, her wish wasn't for her hay-fever to go away like she said, or perhaps it was, it wouldn't happen since she spoke it out loud for Mitch to know, her wish was for something else, something more important than measly allergies.

Her wish was for him and to call him hers and if she could, she'd spend all day in that field cloeing the dandelions and wishing upon it until it happened. But for now, and in the meantime, she would sit by praying and hoping that her wish would one day come true. Unbeknownst to her however, was that Mitch was wishing for the same thing.

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@danganronpasurvivoraskblog did their own take on this and tagged me, so here's my thoughts!

I was just perusing Tumblr one day, say SDRA2 in my recommended and looked it up on TV Tropes. It was pretty interesting-sounding, so I looked into it. Not much else to say, really : P

DRA. While SDRA2 is more visually-pleasing, I think DRA has a better and more well-crafted story overall.

Faves: DRA Chapter 4 and SDRA2 Chapter 5. Least Faves: Chapter 3 for both of them.

I have a lot of great things to say about the usage of both Akane Taira and Utsuro, and their implementation in the game...but I feel like I have to give Mikado credit for actually being a villainous force throughout all of SDRA2. We got to know him as a villain and thus all that characterization wasn't crammed into a single trial.

It's a toss up between Maku and Emma, because I feel like the two of them really had a lot of personal history that you got to see in their FTEs. Maku clearly regretted his actions, and Emma tormenting him with puns was pretty funny. The Void Theater segments honestly made me want to include them in my own story, given that there was a lot of history between the Voids we didn't get to see.

Yoruko. She really deserved a break after all that.

Faves: Kanata & Akane for DRA; Hibiki, Shinji, Setsuka, Yoruko & Sora in SDRA2. Least faves: Mitch and Tsurugi for DRA; Syboi and Iroha for SDRA2

A LOT. Frankly, the entire Another series barely utilizes anyone's actual ultimate talents, and instead relies on character quirks you'll probably forget about or actual literal luck.

Iroha. She doesn't do anything to improve anybody's situation; not the main group, not the Voids, barely even her own most of the time. She's borderline useless at the best of times, and at her worst, she's selfish, bratty, petulant, brainless and just a detriment. She doesn't change, adapt, contribute or even make for a particularly interesting character, so what was the point of her inclusion, much less her survival?

Kanata. There's so much more that could've been done with her character beyond just making her the pure angel who apparently had to die horribly so we would feel bad.

Anyone who's followed me for long enough knows my answer is going to be Hibiki. Nobody got screwed over as badly as she did. Say what you will about Yuki being reduced to a brain in a jar, at least he actually survived.

Once again, Hibiki, hands down. Her survival would've been so much more meaningful and interesting, and could've contributed so much to the story and themes, as well as the conflicts both Yuki and Sora were facing.

I don't really care about the executions, but I guess Syobai's would be interesting to see. It's pretty fitting for him.

Kinji's. It was a nice mix of thematically appropriate but also completely bizarre, as we expect from DR.

Not to steal an idea from WeebyNewz, but I think DRA's first chapter would've been a lot more interesting if Kiyoka was the one who killed Mitch while trying to protect Akane.

Faves: DRA Chapter 6 and SDRA2 Chapter 1. Least Faves: DRA Chapter 1 and SDRA2 Chapter 3.

Plot twist that got me: That Mikado actually got away with murder in Chapter 5, and nobody, not even Iroha, even realized until it was too late. She genuinely thought that she was the one who poisoned Teruya, but she got played just as hard. He was this close to winning and it was actually on his own merits. Least favorite plot twist: The reveal that Kizuna was actually fake and she was just looking for a chance to kill someone. I hate the way LINUJ talks about her as the most hateable character in the game, and he clearly wanted the audience to feel that way, yet went out of his way to give her some genuinely interesting and sympathetic qualities. That whole bit doesn't feel like she's revealing her true colors, but that her personality suddenly shifted for the sake of making her an antagonist. Her death was also needlessly prolonged and cruel.

Even if they didn't act like it in the game, the Voids did have a genuine level of camaraderie and friendship that was lost when Mikado took over and convinced them they had to set up this Killing Game. When Iroha said she wanted to use the bathroom after trial 4, she was really looking for a place to cry, knowing her only friends were all gone.

SDRA2, while I don't hate it, it has some of the weakest writing I've ever seen for a fangan. The game is so focused on self-indulgence and callbacks to DRA that it doesn't communicate its theme in any clear manner. It also has this pervasively cynical, jaded view of its cast where barely any of them grow or change at all. And as I always like to bring up, you can skip Chapter 3 and miss nothing important to the overarching story, Chapter 4 was a mess that derailed the narrative and Chapter 6 is one exposition dump after another. It's a messy story that clearly needed more planning.

Point 19 having been said, I really liked the scene in Chapter 5 where Sora and Yoruko finally have a heart-to-heart about Sora's fears about her identity. It was such a cathartic and emotional moment after so many chapters of garbage and mediocrity, not to mention bitterness and anger on Yoruko's part. I wanted more moments like these, where characters genuinely talk.

//So there we go, my 20 points for the Another series. Some of these are new, others are things I'll probably never shut up about : P

@despair-to-future-arcs @thenewfuture @askthedespairkids @a-tale-never-told @tired-writer-in-progress @spyrkle4 Do you guys wanna give this a go? I'd love to hear your thoughts if you wish to share

#mod talks #a student out of time #Instagram

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Why is Joey's ankle sprain the worst case scenario? Week to week is good I thought

typically, w/ athletes that require a lot of ankle movement (basketball is where i saw most of my ankle injuries) week to week is a good sign. and if we can trust what leafs pr staff are saying (which, if you know me... I Do Not), then his sprain isn't worse than a grade two.

skates are designed the way they're designed for a reason. ankle support is a necessity so you can skate safely. that's why if you watch this video, OP is getting their shit rocked in the comments for wrapping their laces around their ankle - it creates the illusion of stability while actually destroying the integrity of the boot & setting them up for injury.

i have concerns that ayotte and bean and theodoropolous are going to either sign off on him getting back to on-ice activities too early - not even playing just fucking practice - or that woller himself will push too hard the second he's cleared out of a misplaced sense of obligation and he's going to resprain and it will be worse.

if you don't know, high ankle sprains are much worse than your average "i stepped down off the curb and fucked my foot up". high ankle sprains have an at minimum six to eight week heal time, often with the demand of no weight and zero movement for the first two. it can cause a rotational or shearing fracture at the end of the tibia/fibula where the ligaments insert, which was why he got the MRI yesterday. they had to know what they were working with to make sure he wasn't out for the season vs just out "week to week" (it's going to end up being at least a month. prepare for two.) they also sometimes require surgery and plating if there is a fracture involved, mostly because of where the break is. they have to make sure the bones of your leg stay where they're supposed to be.

because there isn't a lot of blood supply to ligament tissue, it's really hard for ligaments to heal. and because i don't have access to woller's mri results or ayotte's/bean's/theodoropolous' brains, i have no idea what they're planning on doing for a rest and rehab plan, if there's an incomplete tear, if it's grade one or grade two. i could keep going.

back to the ankle support skates thing - woller isn't skating miles every single night, but much of his job relies on his flexibility, ability to change direction quickly, ability to quite literally fold in on himself at a moment's notice. his ankles have to be stable AND flexible. that is not possible with any amount of leftover inflammation or injury.

woller is the entire leafs team. as much as i love willy and mo and mitch and everyone else. woller is the entire leafs team. keefe knows this. keefe is not a doctor. keefe has pushed them to the point of exhaustion a couple times this season. the only reason practice was cancelled after mo's 35+ minute game was because he literally could not get out of bed the next day. i don't know if i trust keefe's judgement when woller does come back. i just... i don't have a good feeling about it.

once you fuck up a joint, especially the ankle, especially where woller hurt his, it's fucked up for the rest of your life. he is very likely to do this again at least twice. maybe not during his career. maybe when he's retired. maybe during an offseason. but again - you guys see the shit he does in the net. he acts like he doesn't have any fucking bones. he runs around like he's a puppet on strings. like he's a fucking video game character. he does not treat his body kindly when he plays. i don't know what he does to cool down or warm up or whatever, but he treats his body poorly during games. this was inevitable. and i am scared for what happens during his recovery.

i do not give a fuck if we end this season 32 in the league. i do not care if we use marlies goalies for the rest of the season. all i need is leafs staff to listen to me when i tell them to let joseph woll recover at home for as long as he needs for his ankle to be at 100%, because if they don't, it will not be good for him.

#most of this is doomerposting but a lot of this is an analysis from my two years of helping athletes go through shit like this #it's definitely different because hs athletes aren't professionals and i am not like a doctor or anything i was just an AT's shadow #but athletes are still athletes. the mentality is still the same and they're all fucking crazy when taken out of their enclosures #there was a girl i took care of that had committed to notre dame to play d1 basketball that got a high ankle sprain #it was in fact grade 3 and she did in fact NOT listen to recovery instructions so this is very different #it ended her sports career and she didn't go on to play NCAA basketball which sucks #but as much as athletes are known for ''taking care of their bodies'' athletes do NOT take care of their bodies. athletes enjoy doing sport #sleeping and elevating and icing is not doing sports. letting someone else do your job is not doing sports #and i can see woller going stir crazy at home while jones and sammy take over for 2 months and it breaks my heart #my post #nhl #leafs #joseph woll #asks #anonymous #answered

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goldenhaz · 2 years

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Hi all you beautiful people :)

Here is part three to “Honey Love”. Enjoy! Part four will be out soon, let me know if you would like to be apart of the tag list!!

Summary: Presley Miller is Harry Styles’ childhood best friend. She’s been in love with him for many years, but only stayed quiet about her feelings to be there for Harry throughout his adventure of a life. When she’s finally getting her courage to tell him how she feels, he admits he has a surprise for her and the family. Is she already too late?

Warning(s): angst, none

Honey Love (pt. 3)

It was silent.

So quiet that the drop of a pin could echo around the entire venue, and everyone would be able to hear it clear as day.

The church was glowing brightly with a golden light protruding it's way through cracks and windows.

The stain-glass windows shining multiple different colors across the back of the church, specks of small rainbows from the light hitting the darkest corners.

Presley was frozen in her place, completely astonished of the current situation she found herself in.

Standing there, in the second row of benches covered in vines with white roses and fairy lights.

The light brown satin dress she wore suddenly feeling too warm on her skin. She had one hand up in a halting motion, eyes wide with horror as she realized what she just did.

All eyes were on her, some confused, shocked, angry, excited even.

Her eyes were looking straight into his green ones at the front of the room, only seeing he had just as much surprise and horror in them as his soon to be wife had. Yet there was one other emotion she saw behind them.

Hope.

Presley slowly let her hand fall, eyes scanning slowly to the ground where they stood, then her eyes meeting with Anne's who sat in front of her.

A part of Anne already knew. She could tell that much. The small lift of the woman's lips as well as the relieved expression she held explained it all to Brielle.

Her eyes looked back up at the couple in front of the alter, not being able to put her barely audible stutters into coherent words.

She couldn't erase the look of terror on the bride's face away from her mind, and her best friend's hopeful look he had in his eyes when she looked back him once again.

She darted her stare from his once more, looking over to the other side of the church.

The looks from everyone on the bride's side of the room had three different expressions that could be read. Horror. Anger. Sadness.

She looked away, and back at the bride.

"I'm so sorry, I—" was all she managed to mutter out before sliding out of the seating, running down the aisle and pushing the doors to the church wide open.

Once the cold winter breeze could be felt on her skin, she immediately scurried down the steps and onto the sidewalk. Snow falling above her.

She was in too much shock and embarrassment and sadness of what just happened to care about how much she would be shivering in the next few seconds.

It was way too cold for her to be dressed in the dress and heels she was in.

She looked around her before finally slipping off her heels, darting down the side walk. Presley ran.

Presley just ran as she had tears falling down her face, not giving a single shit how unusual she looked to the people around her.

She could never see him again after that. She could never speak to Anne or Gemma even. She would never be able to see Mitch or Sarah or any of their friends for that matter.

Presley had so much adrenaline running through her veins.

She couldn't believe she just did was she did. It was like something else was controlling her when it happened. She didn't even think about the chaos she would create before her actions did it for her.

But deep down she knew.

She fucking knew what it was that did it for her.

She pushed her thoughts away as she finally began to slow her body down, stopping in front of somewhere familiar to her.

Her toes and entire body for that matter were on thin ice (literally) for how long she ran without a jacket or shoes.

Presley sniffled as she hesitated to open the door of the familiar little hut, a bell ringing as she stepped into the big blanket of warmth.

"Welcome in- Presley?? Oh heavens deary, what are you doing dressed in that when it's below zero? Let alone doing here at all? Isn't it Har-"

"I did something." Presley cries, the old lady frowning at her words as she wraps a warm blanket around the girl.

"I did something that just ruined everything."

#harry styles x you #harry styles fic #harry styles fanfiction #harry update #harry styles imagine #harry styles x reader #harry styles #harrystyles #angst

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Hey what are your thoughts to the 2 years reference in Louis and Harry's songs? Too young - "it's been two years since I have seen your face" and Hunger - " as one year turns into two I am still not over you" surely this can't be a coincidence. But the question that arises do you think they were on a time out or a break for 2 years?

Hi anon had a feeling someone would come mentioning those lines. It's all anyone has to grasp at for proof of a break up. I'm pretty sure I've explaining this before to many others but I'll explain again bc the app sucks making it hard to find any old posts.

The way harry has what we refer to as "stunt songs" or just songs where he added something to the song to allude to one of his fake gfs like the fake VM from camille in cherry well louis does the same except for him he just does a few "stunt lines" here and there so people don't realize who the songs are actually for.

In WMI there's the uni line "Meet you at your uni [...] share a single bed and tell each other what we dream about." This alludes to the song being about eleanor and their time spent together when she was at Manchester Uni [allegedly.] I do think originally the message was about L&H nights spent sharing a bed at the xfactor house and they just changed it to uni so people go 🌟 eleanor 🌟. We know thxs to the 2017 leak song snippet that louis did change lyrics so this is most likely one of them.

The line you mentioned "two years since I've see your face" from to young is a similar deal of a lyric change to allude to eleanor. My main theory is the song lyric was originally "two weeks since I've seen your face" which would line up with harry's "two weeks and I'll be home" from CM alluding to the two week theory that basically is they never went more than two weeks without seeing eachother. It would seem for at least 7 years they managed that but as harry started doing acting and louis started doing solo touring it's been harder to do so.

They probably changed two weeks to two years bc E&L had broken up for a year and some change. Yes two years is technically more but when have they ever been accurate/consistent when it came to eleanor relationship timeline? They have never even been able to keep it to one straight story on how they met or their anniversary it's pathetic.

It also logically doesn't make sense [taking the offical line at face value] that they didn't see each other for two whole years. From 2010 to 2015 they were in 1D together seeing eachother literally everyday for 7+ months. In 2016 there are pictures of L&H both at the xfactor when louis was there performing with steve plus the harry pick of him headed into the hospital and without going into sad details we can figure out why he was there.

I do personally get so upset when people bring up 2016 as "break up proof" knowing what was happening then and why L&H would have looked upset/sad then. Anyways in 2017 we had Jamaica larry with louis being pictured in Jamaica while harry is there working on HS1 [and right before the louis pics we had receipts of louis being seen on the beach with mitch it was humm but once pics came out placing louis in Jamaica it became 😳]

Plus once HS1 tour started later that year louis many times was spotted out in random cities he had no reason being at and the only thing going within the next coming days was a HS1 concert. And naturally those louis spottings were the HS1 concerts where harry was lovingly singing up to a mysterious person in the VIP box. I could go on like the sharing of vintage clothes during quarantine and HS3 being very I STILL FUCKIN LOVE YOU BABE with a very I've been commited since I was 16 vibe BUT you get the point.

Moving on to just the concept/notion of them even being able to stay away from eachother that long makes no sense. In late night talking one of the lines goes "it's only been a couple days and I miss you" and when I heard it it reminded me of those late 1D receipts of harry when going out to clubs with nick and other friends [nights when louis didn't join them] he would just get drunk and be needy complaining about missing his baby.

And of course when it came to prime 1D larry louis after seeing harry everyday for 7+ months straight and FINALLY getting to go home and see his family asked if they could invite harry's family over for the holidays bc he would miss harry. I think both have made it plenty clear they can BARELY handle a week or two apart and some think they would not see eachother for TWO YEARS. The times they did have an argument of some kind I assume one would jet off to another city stay for a couple days and than come crawling back home bc they missed their baby. Harry does seem like the dramatic type who would write a song about something like "oh I jetted off to LA for the week and couldn't handle my baby not around me."

Now as for the Hunger song lyric "as one year turns into two I'm still not over you." Side not fuckin love this song it's beautiful and I'm mad it wasn't on an album. ANYWAYS this song is kind of tricky bc it's just a leaked 1D demo harry sang so we don't technically know when it was written or by who. I DO think it was a four demo and most likely harry DID write it based on how harry's voice sounds, the emotion harry carries when singing it and the genre of the song.

I will continue my thoughts based on the notion he wrote it and it's about larry. So to me as always they were put in a shitty situation as a closeted gay couple in a MI that thinks that wouldn't sell or make them a popular artist. With Louis song WMI he talks about their younger selves and how if only their younger selves could see their older selves and how they made it and YES they are STILL madly in love louis is STILL the love of harry's life regarless of what outside people have to say about them being in love. Well I see hunger in the same light. Young harry was so insecure when it came to many things most likely one was about how he was in love with louis and "certain people" didn't agree with it.

The one year... than two... is older harry reminising on the past. Like shit we were just two young teenagers falling in love and in the blink of an eye one year passed and than two where has the time gone? And even though many years have passed since those days in the xfactor house "he [harry] is still not over you [louis]" he is still the love of his life as he always has been nothing anyone tells him will ever change that.

My biggest deal when it comes to "they broke up" is it's usually people who don't understand a thing about long term relationships and ended up making larry into something toxic where they were constantly breaking up and dating other people. Larry has made it clear that's not who they are. Did larry have issues ABSOLUTELY especially given the situation they have been put into but larry has made it very fuckin clear they didn't just pack up and leave behind the best person they ever knew.

And they certainly didn't allow those assholes who told them they wouldn't last and shouldn't even be a thing to end up being right. Louis WMI DC MV, almost all harry FL MVs show how hard they fought to make it work and escape the glum of being around those assholes and into the sunlight their SO provided.

I just don't see how would just walks away from the person they always called home and got many matching/romantic tattoos together. The tattoos will ALWAYS be the biggest deal to me bc most don't even get one matching/romantic tattoo with their SO so for larry to get as many as they did. You just don't get that many tattoos with someone unless you know without a shadow of doubt this is the one I will be with till my last breath. Point blank I don't think they officially broke up [certainly not two years] and nothing will ever change my mind on that.

#larry #they didnt break up #louis songs #harrys songs #1D songs #larry songs #hunger demo #we made it #to young #late night talking

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austronauts · 2 years

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Hi bestie I'm making a presentation on Mitch to my friends (please don't ask I have immeasurable brainrot and need to get it out somehow) but I don't really know what to include to really encapsulate all of his... everything so what are your personal favourite moments/ important Mitch lore. Also if you could drop some pics of him sitting on men's laps and engaging in otherwise questionable activity that would also be appreciated lol

oh my GOD. that is SO CUTE and i am so so honored to be called upon to help you with this incredible project.

i feel like (although its in need of an update. not me doing quarterly updates of this mitch marner primer like it's my actual job) my mitch marner primer will have a lot of the content you're looking for (if you haven't already seen it flkjdlsss. apologies in advance for the insanity of this even existing) *also my matt martin tag, justin holl tag, and patrick marleau tag has a lot of adorable gifs and photos!)

random things that immediately come to mind are what justin holl and alex kerfoot and Zach hyman said about mitch that just STAY WITH ME because i feel like they convey what mitch means and is for the people around him: justin holl: “you can’t really put into words how much Mitchy means to this team” alex kerfoot [when asked about where the leafs miss mitch the most - when mitch was out with injury i think]: "we miss him everywhere" zach hyman listing the things he'd want on a desert island: mitch

Other lore stuff (this is going to be very stream of consciousness and messy...apologies in advance)

The way Mitch draws SMILEY FACES and stuff on his gloves to remind him that hockey is supposed to be fun (and sometimes he writes Z on it - presumably for Zeus. Other times he's written H on it for Hayden, a child cancer patient/friend that Mitch befriended during his London Knights Days, which you can read more about here)

THE ENTIRE ATHLETIC ARTICLE about what mitch was like during his London Knights days https://theathletic.com/2469915/2021/03/25/mitch-marner-ohl-season/. THIS IS SUCH A GOOD ARTICLE but does have a paywall…if you don’t have a subscription, copy+pasting the athletic link into here should allow you to bypass

This video of Zach asking reporters if they caught Mitch singing loudly in the lockerroom lmao. I just LOVE how every single Leaf immediately points out Mitch as the one who's most likely to always be busting out into song and dance. I just know he was a Gleek when he was younger i just KNOW IT

What Jon Cooper says about Mitch. i just know jon cooper is smackin his lips somewhere out there wanting to sign mitch to play for him. Coops i know what you are

The way it's literally IMPOSSIBLE for mitch to go ANYWHERE or do anything without acquiring at least 3-5 doting father figures who want to kidnap him and squeeze him like a stress ball (same)

EVERY. SINGLE. THING about the 2015 NHL draft class and the friendship between connor dylan and mitch. every single thing

The way Mitch takes ANY and EVERY opportunity he can to gas auston and his teammates up! and his general inability to chirp anyone without immediately backtracking (most noticeable in the leaf to leaf with matt martin) and being a big loser about it. I know he always says he LOVES getting under his friends' skin and being annoying but i feel like this is like the time he asserted "he was thick for his size"? aka patently false but we love the DELUSION for you, babygirl! no but fr - it is generally impossible for mitch to get through any media appearance without complimenting or referring to auston at LEAST once. that boy is a simp to the core for auston matthews. this i think is even sweeter because - idk about now - but it's pretty clear that mitch's dad saw auston as a massive rival to mitch and a threat to mitch's potential success with the leafs? so mitch's friendship with auston and general "HEART EYES HUMINA HUMINA AWOOOGA HES SO GOOD HES MY BIG BOY HES MY MASSIVE MAN" demeanor about auston is all...in spite of his dad

The way he's never met a goalie he hasn't fallen in love with

The way he loves all dogs and kids (and the way kids seem to gravitate toward him). he's a CARICATURE of a man.

The way he complains and whines SO much whenever his teammate posts a photo without tagging him, even if he's not even in the photo. the constant need for attention. the babygirl behavior!

The way he sTILL HATES VEGETABLES and distrusts soup because of the texture and YET will make "ice cream soup" by mixing it with a spoon until it's all melted before he eats it. like what the fuck? what the fuck.

his utterly guileless warmth and happiness and enthusiasm for LIFE, hockey, and his PALS. he's a little stupid sometimes but he's so sweet and so CUTE and just a little k-pop group maknae-coded man

The way he melts himself into older players' families so thoroughly their kids believe that mitch is actually one of them

Moments of Mitch sitting on other players' laps or generally needing to be the most tactile physical-affection craving baby:

mitch and matt napping and spooning

this just makes me laugh bc mitch...wat are u doin

anyway, i will end this with what my friend said about mitch: i think once you're friends with mitch you just accept that he will be cuddling and spooning and draping himself over you. look. all these men clearly have the tired expressions of 'look, mitch just happened to me i didnt have a choice.'

#i hope this helps!!!!!!!!!!#im prob forgetting a lot...my brain at this point is just..it holds onto so much useless mitch marner information it scares me

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tradetobest · 8 months

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hrpf recs? 🙏

OH BOY OK. so. this list definitely leaves out some of my faves, but thats just because there are some things that i Will Not rec... like 300 of my bookmarks are private its CRAZY. anyway.

in the interest of length i will probably only be reccing 1-3 fics per ship, so this is my ao3 recs section shortened from the 78 eligible items to whatever i thought fit this list best. so. with that out of the way lets get started

sidgeno

More Things In Heaven And Earth by CloudCover (Unrated, 23.8k)

The hydrophones have been picking up nonsense for the past three days and Zhenya has had it up to here, honestly.

i must have babbled about this fic for a full fucking week to anyone who would listen after i finished it. MERMAIDS. the way their relationship develops over time. the way. the way EVERYTHING. i love this fic with my whole heart

Just What Was Rumpelstiltskin Expecting to Do with a Baby, Anyway? by withershins (T, 24.7k)

Turning to a witch to save a loved one's life is one of the riskier gambles a person can take, but it's one that's arguably noble and brave. Falling in love with the witch, though—now that's just foolish.

now if theres any sidgeno fic i have recced more than the first one its this one because OH MY GOD i love this fic so much. like .... the tumblr post its based off of is one of my favourite little blurb posts EVER and withershins captured it PERFECTLY this fic is PERFECT to me..... please read this

Clear Blue Morning by CloudCover (Unrated, 10.4k)

Zhenya is re-looping the hair elastic around Alina's braid when he becomes aware there’s someone standing in the doorway. He glances up, and his hands freeze in place. Sidney fucking Crosby is standing there, looking hesitant, with a half-empty water bottle dangling from one hand.

not only am i a sucker for kid fics i am an absolute SUCKER for single parent/hockey player fics, and this encapsulates my love for that. plus, geno's daughter is adorable in this. i ADORE this fic ive read it like 8 times.

the full version of this list is here and i would REALLY recommend checking it out because all of the fics on it are really good and i literally got a headache trying to cut it down bcs of how good these fics are ok

1634 (marnsthews)

Pull a Tavares by nationalhorribleleague (Series link, T, full series wordcount 42.2k)

Mitch Marner signs as a UFA with the Toronto Maple Leafs after seven years as an Arizona Coyote. How Auston Matthews and Mitch Marner deal with it (and fall in love).

OUGHHHH..... WHAT CAN I EVEN SAYYYY,.,,, yotes mitch to toronto and him and auston fall in love is like My Perfect Fanfic. literally my dreams come true. if you have never read this PLEASE READ BOTH FICS theyre both so fucking good

Three Loves by MycroftexMachina (T, 20.8k)

Mitch Marner: secret genius.

i used to joke about hrpf fics being super minimalist in their tagging and descriptions but holy fuck does this fic's outside understate whats on the inside. i have never felt the way i felt while reading this fic its literally insane. if you read nothing else on this list read this because the sheer emotion it evokes and the subject matter and everything to its core spoke to me on an insane level. i love this fic so much.

mceichel

LITERALLY ANY MCEICHEL FIC BY IDDAY IS GOOD. ALL OF THEM ARE GOOD READ ALL OF THEM. THIS LIST WOULD BE ALL IDDAY IF I RECCED ANY OF THEM JUST READ THEM ALL (but particularly you can make me a drink, take it offline, camera flashes make it look like a dream, with abandon, no other shade of blue but you, and out of the blue) READ ALL OF THOSE TRUST

Part of Me (Pours out of You) by crankyrage (M, 14.2k)

“I don’t know if you’ve heard but Edmonton Oilers’ Captain Connor McDavid is using your last single as his goal song this year,” the interviewer tells him lightly. “I’ve seen,” Eichel smiles at him charmingly. “I write songs for people to cry to at 1AM, so I’m not really sure if he understands what that song’s about.” (Or, Jack's an international, grammy-winning pop star, and Connor's, well, Connor.)

once again i fall victim to my own nonhockey/hockey tendencies, but this fic is worth all of it and more. i AM crazy about popstar jack and the entire plot of this fic. please read this

Some People Watch Golf on TV (and Neither of Those Things Make Sense to Me) by crankyrage (T, 40.4k)

His relationship with golf is probably one of the most complicated in his life. He loves it. Breathes it. Lives it. Gives everything to it, and the only thing he gets in return sometimes is rejection and this pain to carry around to remind himself that he’s a failure – that he’ll never be what they say he could be. And yet, no matter how much golf rejects him, makes him hate himself, makes him hate the world, hell golf even took his best friend from him, he always comes back. It’s almost like an addiction. So, Connor loves golf. Would die without it, probably. But, at the same time, sometimes not only is it not rewarding, it isn’t fun in the slightest. (Or a PGA Tour AU that no one, truly no one, asked for)

I ASKED FOR IT. I DIDNT KNOW I ASKED FOR IT IT BUT I DID AND IT IS AMAZING AND BEAUTIFUL AND OHH. THIS FIC LITERALLY ALMOST MADE ME WATCH GOLF. in all seriousness, i have blabbed about this fic so much anyone who knows me irl would probably roll their eyes but its just so good, such a good exploration of learning to love and just. god. read this

the ghost you're dressed up as by brockachu (E, 36.7k)

Jack thinks he made his own dream boy. Jack thinks he made his own nightmare. "The whole house creaks, long, drawn out, groaning, like some sort of creature calling in the night. Maybe old houses just can’t help being old. Connor leans into Jack’s left side, runs soft lips up the curve of Jack’s ear, whispers not-words that Jack can’t process. The hum cuts out. The groaning snaps off. There is no sound. No Connor."

a MASTERFUL exploration in how writing can be used. literally one of the best pieces of literature i have read PERIOD. i have never been a big fan of horror OR non-linear narrative but this fic does both AMAZINGLY and in such a way that i can and will talk about it all the time. READ THIS FIC.

mcstrome (plus)

The Next Next One by yourblues (M, 71.2k)

No, Dylan has not picked up a copy of the book, nor does he plan to anytime soon. No, he has not talked to Connor about it. He hasn’t talked to Connor about anything in a long time, but the media does not need to know that.

oh my god. this fic got recced to me and i didnt read it and shoved it in my marked for later and it kept like, popping up to haunt me and finally i said fuck it and read it and OH MY GOD ITS SO FUCKING GOOD!! nevermind that im insane abt the 2015 draft class this fic is just SO GOOD its insane. read this because op did SUCH a good job i cant even describe it

nobody wants to hear you sing about tragedy by orphan_account (T, 14.4k)

The thing is, Dylan and Mitch and Connor used to be in a band, in high school. They were a fucking trio, like Blink-182: Mitch on drums, Dylan on bass, and Connor on guitar. They called themselves Ten Minute Misconduct, and they fucking ruled. They sold an unprecedented 40,000 copies of their first album, which was out before they’d even graduated high school, and they went on legit tours and had legit fans. Brothers for life. They were gonna conquer the world together. And then, two years ago, Connor abandoned them. (Or, sometimes you just have to bury the hatchet. The Pop Punk AU.)

the second in a series that has a benneguin prequel that is also very good!! i LOVE bands . and my bandom history made me read this and NO REGRETS i loved this fic so fucking much. if you love bands and warped tour and like. that sort of Vibe please read both fics in this series

Heart Duplex by jamesiee, solarperigee (T, 15.6k)

“Oh, shit,” Dylan laughs, pointing at the screen. “What about this guy?” The description is objectively bad and Dylan has to bite his lip to keep a straight face while Connor reads it. What up I'm Mitch I'm 19 and my best friend fuckin ditched me to get a place with his hot swedish boyfriend so I need someone cool to make him jealous Must be chill w hockey (leafs 4 lyfe) gays (dick 4 lyfe) and video games (fortnite 4 lyfe) NO LIZARDS THEY SCARE ME “Oh my god,” Connor whispers in the flattest voice possible.

this is the plus in mcstrome plus because this is mitch/connor/dylan!! it is FUCKING HILARIOUS and amazing and beautiful and just. the vibe is excellent. i have reread this fic so much and it gets better literally every time because its just that good. insane.

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liebe geht durch den magen by lighthousetowers (T, 6.2k)

All Leon wanted were some easy recipes, and instead he got this guy, this – Matthew Tkachuk, alias tkachukycheese, YouTube channel owner by bi-weekly afternoon and dietician who works a lot with school classes by normal profession. Matthew holds up a potato peel broken in two pieces. “And just remember, if it doesn’t work out perfectly, that’s fine. It’s all about practice and trying and enjoying the process. Perfection isn’t a prerequisite for being liked. Just look at the Oilers."

this fic unironically singlehandedly got me into mattdrai. literally SO good i have read it so many times. and another nonhockey/hockey au. you know me.

ambigous middle area between mattdrai and mcdrai. mcmattdrai

(Get a Torch and a Flame and) Burn the Path You Want by Linsky (E, 80.2k)

If there’s one thing Leon knows, from the very beginning, it’s that Connor McDavid isn’t for him. If there’s a second thing he knows, it’s that Matthew Tkachuk is a grade-A asshole.

common linsky banger. i LOVE the wolfverse and these three in this fic are jus SOOOOO,..... GAWD. like i ate it up like fucking . pasta with butter. and i LOVE pasta with butter.

mcdrai

if we make it through december (we'll be fine) by softnoirr

“Are you uh,” Connor takes a breath, “Are you doing anything for Christmas?” Leon pauses. Or: Connor and Leon go home for the holidays, break up, and come back together, just not precisely in that order.

WHO BRINGS THEIR EX TO THEIR PARENTS PLACE FOR CHIRSTMAS. connor mcdavid, thats who. and it makes for some EXCELLENT FIC. i lovelovelove this one so much

j,. jamie and trevor?? ship name. 611???? what are they called

There's Gold in Them There Hills, or Alchemy for Dummies by CitrineDaydream (E, 43.2k)

Jamie Drysdale is a witch. Well, a witch-in-training, out on his final journey to prove himself-- a pilgrimage to put himself through the seven steps of Alchemical Process. His contentious spirit guides have sent him across the continent from Ontario to California to find something that they refuse to reveal to him. Trevor Zegras is a rookie ranch hand, leaving New York for the freedom of the West. Far from home, he's still kept up with his families traditions and the ways they work with nature for prosperity and protection. He is absolutely, definitely not a witch. Jamie is at least intuitive enough to know the gold he seeks isn't literal metal, but that's about as far as he trusts his instincts, and that's the majority of the problem. When his spirit guides freeze him out in an attempt to foster his intuition, the goofy cowboy seems to be the best bet he's got to unlock his path to growth that he can't seem to find to on his own.

this started my cowboy kick literally this fics fault its CRAZY. i dont even. know how to describe how much i fucking loved this fic its so good PELASE read it if you love cowboys or witches OR if you have eyes. 10/10

AAND THERE WE GO!! or at least. i have to stop because i ran out of open ao3 tags and the site has stopped working. please enjoy when you can anon!! and if you want somethign specific just lmk

but also there is this one elias pettersson/brock boeser or however you spell that fic and i literally know NOTHIGN about these guys but this fic was so good ask if interested because i am interested in introducing others to it

#asks #fic recs #ao3 rlly killed my plans here damn #i did get a lot out though and rlly this is pretty comprehensive #and if you followed me you probably like at least one of these so #enjoy!!

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Cirque du Soleil: Kooza review

Kooza changed the trajectory of my entire life in April 2008. I can point to no other singular event that has had such undeniable direct impact on me. It gave me flying trapeze, which in turn gave me boundless passion, remarkable trust, countless friendships, and a list of extraordinary sights and experiences far too long to catalog. After thirteen years since last seeing Kooza, three years since my last Grand Chapiteau show, and over two years since seeing any Cirque at all (probably my longest time away from this company in a decade), I had the pleasure reuniting with this show in its home city.

But Kooza also gave me perspective. I’ve seen so much since then, and when I reflect on Saturday’s show, the best comparison I can draw is the feeling of driving past your childhood home and finding it just a little bit smaller than you remember. Maybe you spent so many hours playing on the tire swing out front that you didn’t notice the chips in the siding. Maybe you spent so many summer nights catching fireflies that you forgot how drafty the living room windows were in the winter. Little things like that, all of them easily outshone by happy memories and love. But as an adult you notice those details, and even if I (I am not exaggerating) wept through the reveal of the bataclan, I wasn’t blind to the handful of flaws that made the show fall just short of what I remembered and treasured. In a way the best part was standing outside the tent before the show began, because then it was absolutely perfect. It was still out of reach. Inside it was exactly what it is: a live show full of passionate human beings doing their best for their audience. I adore them for that. And I will always, always adore Kooza. What follows is an honest (and I promise overall extremely positive!) act by act of the show, chipped siding and all.

Short version: see Kooza, have your life changed. That’s my personal guarantee, anyway.

Pre-show and animation: I had completely forgotten the “move away from the stage” bit and right off the bat it knocked the wind out of me. It was one of a small handful of details that aren’t preserved anywhere but the live show. It was the perfect reminder of how lucky I felt just to be in the room. The king bumbles around, one clown is a tourist, and the other is a maintenance worker. Very classic Kooza. The kinda mystical, music box-y version of “Pearl” used during animation and intermission is splendid but it’s the only song they feature like that. I would have loved to hear more arranged similarly!

Opening: It was a tighter opening than I remembered! They cut right to the chase, and I would argue it’s to a small detriment. This was one of my main criticisms of the show overall - that it was almost too tight. I would have liked more time to linger on non-act moments like these to really heighten the emotion. It’s funny since Kooza was so widely lambasted for pacing issues in its earlier years to find that they have overcorrected a little bit. But regardless, Cedric was an adorable Innocent and I have no doubt he would have been even more so if he’d been given more of a spotlight. Trickster was Mitch Wynter for my show and I have a whole other section for him down below, so I’ll just say he was the sharpest, most electric Trickster I’ve ever seen. He wriggles his fingers in a way that suggests he’s tweaking the strings of a marionette, or as though he’s shaking off some invisible static electricity. It’s a fantastic touch.

The reveal of the bataclan was every single thing I have been hoping and dreaming for for thirteen years. It’s huge, it’s bright, it breathes, and the Trickster is the consummate conductor. He almost always moves a half second before everyone else, so when the Red Army jolts to life (literally, they did a little collective jump), you know it’s because he made it happen. The music shook the whole tent, you could feel it in your chest, and then there’s me, one hand over my heart and the other over my mouth, tears rolling down my face. It feels so goofy to write out, but every bit of it was sincere! I felt welcomed home.

Charivari: Again, very tight (pejorative). I would have liked to see more! There was less acro than there was when I saw it last, no balancing on balls - really it was just some dancing, a little bit of Chinese pole, plus the jump off the top of the bataclan and the ensuing parachute throws.

Contortion: We had all three contortionists tonight and they were fantastic. They were introduced by more remarkable, magnetic control from Trickster: you really felt like he was pulling them into the spotlight himself. However! This is the exact same choreography from the show’s premiere! That, I think, is worthy of a little disappointment no matter what. It’s been fifteen years, Cirque. This act has never not been in the show. They’ve had fantastic artists fill this role for years, and not one of them has been permitted to add their own flair to this act? No one saw anything worth refreshing or mixing up for a decade and a half? This is a complaint only someone who has a ridiculous relationship with this show would complain about because the act is objectively phenomenal, as is the trio performing it. But hi. It’s me you’re dealing with. And I would have liked to see some change embraced here, for the sake of innovation and artistic expression.

Aerial straps: I have never in my life seen someone perform straps like Haley Viloria. The strength is one thing, but her flexibility is supreme and so different for an act like this! And the endless spinning! She is a wonder. I have long been feeling stale towards Cirque’s straps act because they’re in like every show ever and so often they’re so similar, but not this one. This is a masterpiece.

And obviously I couldn’t comment on this act without going over the Trickster/Kashmir interaction. ...Except I can, because I’d rather address it when I get to Trickster overall. But I love this implied relationship one thousand percent.

Diabolo: In for unicycle duo, which was kind of a shame because I love Pearl. But! William is so high energy - an absolute blast and delight to watch perform. And I’m obsessed with his costume, so I was very happy to see this act.

High wire: Three artists now, and I’ll be bitchy by saying there’s pretty much never been a high wire act that I have cared about too much. I dunno what it is, I just don’t care for the discipline very much. What I DO care very much for though is Kathryn’s Alambre Alto! Holy fuck! I honestly spent a good portion of the act just watching her dance. Now is a good time to say that she is so fucking good as the Spirit Singer, maybe the best I’ve ever heard, and I am obsessed with her.

Kooza dance: Loved! High energy! Bright! Fun! Camp! What more could you want from this. Joanie as the Soul Singer is a phenomenal time. I will say though that, yet again, everything felt like it was happening on 1.2x speed for no clear reason. We hardly had a moment to appreciate the rats covering the Crooner’s robe before they were being dragged off - he was obscured by haze and then boom, rats, then boom, they’re gone.

I have never had particularly strong feelings for Crooner beyond “cool dude,” but that is no longer the case. He was so much fun. He commanded the stage in a way I felt Trickster never quite achieved, which is curious given that they’re functionally the same character and literally the same actor. I think it’s because of the mask - Mitch just seemed more at ease blowing the lid off as Crooner, and I found myself wishing his Trickster carried the same energy.

Wheel of death: No more skeleton dance! I missed it! Another non-act moment that would have added to the setting. But we did get a very cool new transition interlude instead.

This act... dear god. Always phenomenal. I’ve seen a lot of wheel of death acts by now (even got to try it once lol) and this one remains the best by a mile. They got a little standing ovation at the end of their act (I am obsessed with Canadian audiences, they are the cutest). I LOVE the clawing, stalking walk the artists use for their entrance and refer back to several times during the act. And I need to give a specific shout out to the apparatus itself - that thing gleams with a real wickedness. It’s a gorgeous piece of equipment.

Hoops: I’ve been looking forward to seeing this act for so long and Anna delivered in droves! I did find Verto Divum pretty forgettable, but what was not forgettable was the luxurious feather cape she wears for her entrance and exit. This character is the Underworld equal to Kashmir for certain, with just as much chemistry with Trickster as Kashmir did... maybe even a notch more. Flawless act.

Chair balancing: Here’s an example of tight (complimentary)! This was much more dynamic than I saw it last, excellent pacing, and a frankly magnificent rendition of Prarthana. The crowd loved it. Chair balancing haters take note, you are extremely wrong.

Teeterboard: Man, Hum Jaisa Na Dekha has this way of telling you the show’s nearly over in the most tragic, upbeat way. Let me down easy, Hum Jaisa, I’m begging. Flawless execution of the act and some really big tricks I didn’t expect (was there a triple triple in there??).

And a very lovely detail is, after watching the Trickster conduct the world around him, the Innocent conducts the band himself. It’s a lovely little full circle moment, and an emotional twinge as we approach our denouement.

Finale: Crown confusion - there was an entire clown act dedicated to the king’s crown, which is bigger and different from the one they’ve used in the past, and earlier in the show the Innocent was crowned with the smaller crown from pre-covid, but at the finale he’s crowned with... a pretend crown? Is that normal? Did they lose the prop backstage?? I was confused, I have personally seen two crowns this show and now when we need one the most, there’s nothing. Odd detail. I also didn’t love that the king so casually took the Trickster’s wand to knight the Innocent himself. The entire show we’re shown how powerful and difficult the wand is to control, and we’ve also been shown what a moron the king is. I wish this moment had been entirely Trickster’s, and instead his presence draws even with the rest. It’s a shame.

But. Despite the number of words it takes to describe what was kinda weird about the finale, it’ll take less than half as many to describe how little all of that matters. I was crying again, obviously. My heart soared when the Innocent received his new kite, and I loved that he wasn’t terribly sad to see them all go. Instead he focused on the happiness right in front of him. It was a beautiful sentiment.

Clowns: The clowns were good! Trimmed down, which is for the best, though I am in the slim minority of people who were actually affectionate towards the original ones, irritating as they were. More “childhood house” vibes I think - there was just nothing that was going to diminish the perfection of my first experience for me, so I still have a fondness for them no matter what. No Heimloss (rip, I like that weirdo) but the dog is back, which I was happy to see. And he’s better behaved. 😉

Music: Phenomenal. Kathryn is a star. Joanie is a delight. The band brought their all. Drum solo was a ton of fun. I hope we get some live recordings of them soon (Propel, if you’re out there...)

Trickster: OKAY SO. Here’s the deal. Mitch’s Trickster is good. He’s doing all the right things. But Trickster needs to be excellent to carry the weight of this show in the way its format demands. The Trickster is the show’s only through line. He is the sole character and catalyst, even above the Innocent, that absolutely must exist or Kooza isn’t Kooza. And if he’s not strong enough to draw the eye every single moment he’s onstage, that through line is lost. We forget why all this is happening and the show feels like act after act after act without connection.

That’s what’s at the heart of all my pacing and tightness comments. Despite phenomenal dancing and precision, the emotional through line that the Trickster is supposed to bring wasn’t quite strong enough to string the show together seamlessly. As a character Mitch’s Trickster was electric, sharp, and precise, and he also added a somewhat childishly playful element that lent a Peter Pan flair to the character. It was an excellent detail that immediately sets him apart from his predecessors. But unlike others I’ve seen, I was not tempted to look away from acts in favor of him. I wasn’t consistently aware of when he was onstage. His chemistry with Haley wasn’t as visceral as hers was with Mike Tyus. I was most aware of him when he was Crooner, and I think Mitch danced him more confidently than he did the Trickster! If he brought that energy to every Trickster moment, holy fuck would we be in business. I think it’s very achievable for him. I really hope I get another chance to see him in this role, because I have no doubt he has Top Trickster potential.

I see you, Mitch!! Now just make sure I can’t look away.

Overall: I’m not sure I could say more if I tried. Chiming in for that final “Kooza!!” cheer at the end was such a gift, and I shed a few more tears as we left the tent behind. I hope there’s more. But if there’s not, this is enough.

I will always be grateful to this show. I will always always love it. It’s my childhood home.

#cirque du soleil #kooza #reviews

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hey beauty!! i love all your instagram prompts sm and i was wondering if you could do one with madisonamateau (on ig) as the face claim! tysm <3

based on this idea! i really hope you like it, let me know what you think

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"This is my room," comes a gruff voice behind you as you keep looking out the window, taking in the greenery and the beautiful ocean.

See, you knew he would be here.

You knew, because Harry and Mitch were attached at the hip, and you didn't mind. You didn't mind seeing your ex every time you were invited to hang out with MitchandSarah & co, except when said ex decided to be an evil arsehole.

Perhaps, calling him an "ex" was weird, seeing how your time alone only consisted of you both getting high, mostly naked as he whispered the filthiest things in your ear and promised to make you feel good, be the best you've ever had. Other than that, though, he was an insufferable bastard. Since you never hung out with the man without your friends around–getting rat-arsed and high... and the activities that followed aside–, you didn't know if he was always this annoying.

He seemed to be getting along just fine with the others, especially Sarah and the other girls, so you had no problems scratching off the "women hater" off your list. And you can't ever recall him being this insufferable while you both were fucking which was, in his case, miserable. So, it was definitely annoying. You weren't that interested in him to think that he was being mean because he was secretly in love with you. That was a myth, a pathetic myth, wasn't it? No, you wouldn't steep that low. He was just an arse, full stop.

You turn around with an eye-roll, and within seeing his face, you nearly clench your fists like a ten-year-old. "Do you live here?" You ask, hoping the boring expression on your face is also detectable in your tone.

It's certainly not a surprise when Harry scoffs.

"I don't, but I picked this room first. Since, you know," he looks around, and walks further into the room, finally stopping at the feet of the bed. "You were late. As per."

"Oh fuck off. This isn't summer camp. Besides, I don't see any of your shit around. The room was empty when I arrived."

"If you bothered to look inside the wardrobe..."

Seriously, you find yourself thinking, how the fuck did you ever end up with this man. Naked.

There's a commotion downstairs, so you both turn to the door, but much to your dismay, there's no one coming to check up on you and hopefully, save you from Harry Styles' pathetic gob.

You turn towards the window again, eyes squinting briefly at the last bits of sunshine that's glinting from between the branches.

"Well. You shouldn't have left then. You weren't here when I arrived."

Harry shakes his head, and you swear you can see his nostrils flaring if you look carefully. Though, you just watch him with a smug smile on your face as he walks to the wardrobe and pulls open the white doors. True to his word, his clothes are there, perfectly folded, and for a moment you feel a pang of guilt before you look back up at his face and see the furrowed eyebrows.

"See. My clothes. I'm sure Sarah will sort it out for you, find you another room or summat."

"There's only three bedrooms. Can't sleep with a pregnant woman and her boyfriend, can I?"

"What about Rachel and David? Aren't you best friend's with her?"

"Harry, you're ridiculous. Just–" you wipe the sweat off of your forehead, feeling yourself grow hotter and hotter each passing minute. "–just sleep on the sofa. This is my first vacation this year. You go on holidays every week or so. Let us commoners have this."

"Oh, please. Didn't you have a girls weekend getaway or whatever the fuck in Soho Farmhouse two weeks ago?"

You can't help the scoff that leaves your mouth, and a raised eyebrow follows. "How do you know about that?"

"Because," he rolls his eyes, and slams the wardrobe shut. "You post seven hundred stories every day."

"You're a stalker."

"You sleep on the sofa."

You smirk, noticing how he avoided your previous statement.

To be fair, you hated posting on your story. Though, knowing Harry followed you on Instagram made posting on there fun, and seeing his username on the list of who watched your stories pop up at the very top every single time whenever you posted a story almost made you let out a mingy little laugh and rub your hands together, and scream "gotcha!".

"I won't."

"You're getting on my nerves."

"What a coincidence," you ignore the stare he's sending your way and walk towards your carry on, and start taking the contents out one by one, laying everything on the bed.

He watches with a scowl on his face, arms crossed across his chest, and a satisfied smile paints your features as you take out the toiletries bag next.

"Are you seriously unpacking right now?" Harry cranes his neck so he can see better. He looks ridiculous, standing in the middle of the room with arms crossed, but you refrain from saying anything.

In fact, you don't even answer him. Perhaps, you find yourself thinking, it was silly to unpack your underwear first. It wasn't as if you brought super "sexy" shit or lace everything. You can definitely feel his gaze watching your every movement as you take everything out carefully and place them on top of each other. With most of your underwear in hand, you get on one knee in front of the bedside table and open the drawer, placing everything inside and it's surprising how he hasn't claimed the bedside table yet.

"Look," he sighs. "I'll talk to Sarah, maybe you can sleep with her and Mitch–"

"–don't be stupid we're not making them sleep with other people because you can't be a gentleman and sleep on the sofa."

"Oh for fuck's sake," he growls, and you finally look at him, eyebrows raised in hopes of making him feel as stupid as he sounds right now. Unfortunately, though, he continues, "Okay, damn it, I'll sleep on the floor."

Fool.

"Common sense, Harry. Always pick sofa. No matter what."

"Were you born to make my life a living hell?"

"Look," you sit on the bed, and look around. "This is boring me to death. I'm sleeping on the bed. If you shut your gob, you can sleep with me on the bed."

Harry lets out an obnoxious laugh. "Just admit I was here first and you didn't bother checking the–"

"Yes, I didn't and what about it? I'm here now, aren't I? I'm on the bed, babes. Anyway," you get on your feet, and with one last look at him, you start walking towards the door. "I'll see you in a bit. I guess."

You both manage to avoid each other as much as you can throughout the day, and really, it wasn't that hard considering the good company of your friends, good food and good alcohol. You mainly helped Sarah and Rachel in the kitchen as the men lounged on the sun loungers, Mitch handling the grill and David helping you guys with the drinks that came in and out of the house pretty quickly with the way you lot consumed them like water.

You spend the night eating, laughing and drinking, sometimes singing along to whatever song played on David's fancy Bluetooth speaker, and everyone begins ushering inside with full bellies and most of them–except the very pregnant Sarah–with a tipsy smile on their faces.

You leave before Harry though, leaving him smoking his last cigarette by the pool while you run up the stairs and into the room, closing the door behind you. You quickly get rid of the romper and get your favourite pyjamas on, eyes searching for the orange makeup bag so you can take off the remaining makeup before bed. You knew it was silly not to do your night routine, but you still zip the bag closed with a sad expression on your face, not wanting to see your toner and night cream any more than you needed to as you throw it on the floor next to your bags. It's pathetic really, how determined you are to get in the bed before Harry can that you forego your whole routine and stick to some cotton pads. Though, plugging your charger and getting between the cool sheets make you forget all about it as you let out a sigh, and unlock your phone to do your nightly scroll before falling asleep.

As you double tap on a selfie, the door opens, and you hear him scoff, again. You keep scrolling though, and try to sneak a few glances at him as he makes a beeline for the wardrobe, and to your surprise, begins to undress. You try to stay calm, and not to think about how domestic this whole thing seems; being in the same room as him as he gets ready for bed.

Right, getting ready for bed.

You keep your eyes on your phone as his clothes hit the floor one by one, and when you look up briefly, he's got a pair of joggers on, and he's throwing the clothes he had on in the wardrobe.

He turns around, and find your gaze, and he rolls his eyes.

"I knew you'd be in bed, here, as soon as I heard someone running. Forgot you were a literal five-year-old," he mutters under his breath, loud enough so you can still hear him. "I'm not sleeping on the sofa."

"I love how you're basically arguing with yourself."

"Like I said, I'm not sleeping on the sofa. I didn't come all the way to sleep on a bloody sofa."

"Suit yourself. I guess we're sharing. Unless," you lock your phone, and place it on the bedside table. "You want to share," you shrug, adjusting your pillow and sigh at the cool fabric against your hot cheeks.

You can feel him thinking, the wheels turning in his head, and you finally hear the floorboards creek underneath his feet as he walks closer to the bed, and pushes the sheets off of you. The whole thing.

You blink in surprise. "Stop it, dude! What the fuck."

"I'm getting in! Fuck's sake, be quiet."

"You did that just to annoy me."

You're both quiet for a minute, Harry taking his rings off and then comes his socks, and he finally copies you, laying on his back on the bed. He covers the both of you, though you know it's not intentional since he couldn't do it without covering his own body with the duvet, and then he lets out a strangled sigh.

"The bed's too small."

"Are you calling me fat?"

"What?" He turns his face to you, and perhaps it's the first time he's looking at you– really looking.

His brows are furrowed, and lips turned downwards in a pout.

"I'm taking the piss, Harry. I know you're not calling me fat."

"Good," he says, though his voice isn't exactly soft. "I wouldn't."

"Good."

Silence.

It's unbearable.

Despite the hot weather, you feel yourself shiver, and you wish you were the only one in bed so you could do the whole burrito technique with the duvet. Alas... you stay where you are. You both do.

A dog barks in the distance, the high-pitched bark coming through the open window, and you can feel Harry breathing too fast beside you. You want to shout at him, tell him to fuck off and... not breathe too fast, though it sounds a bit too rude even for you, so you stay silent and wait for the dog to pipe the fuck down.

You try to turn on your side, because you could never see yourself fall asleep laying on your back like a vampire, but you almost fall, not anticipating the tiny space you've got going on. It's bad, and you know you're not going to get a good sleep. So, you find yourself contemplating about getting up and sleeping on the sofa because honestly, fuck him.

Harry shuffles next to you, presumably trying to find a good position to sleep in himself, but he lets out a groan and it startles you.

"What's wrong with you!"

"The bed's too fucking small."

"We've established that."

He sniffs, hands clenching the sheets around his body. "I don't sleep on my back. My back hurts."

You don't say anything, hoping for him to just get up and leave, go sleep on the sofa. He doesn't, though. It's another fifteen minutes before you let out another sigh, trying to get comfortable on the bed, and Harry copies you. You both turn on your sides, facing each other and Harry groans when your knee makes contact with his thigh, making you cringe in embarrassment. A quiet sorry leaves your mouth and he shakes his head, then turns the other way, facing the door.

"Fuck," he spits after a minute. "If we both want to fit, we'll have to cuddle."

"Cuddle? Fuck no."

"Just," he turns to you again, but the bed is too small for you both so his knees touch yours. "Just come closer. Either that, or go sleep on the sofa."

"Why don't you–"

"You're so stubborn! Come closer, I won't eat you or fall in love with you. Fuck."

You groan, but oblige for some reason, feeling your heart beginning to beat faster for some ridiculous reason.

It's been a long time, you find yourself trying to convince your heart. It's been a long, long time since you've been this close to a human being. Too long since you've cuddled with someone, so obviously you were going to feel a little excited, and weird. Yes, definitely weird.

You get closer and he lifts up his arm, you both sharing a look before you roll your eyes and place your hand on his wrist, placing it on your hip. He's quiet, eyes searching yours, and the crease between his brows are gone, and you want to laugh, because who knew it only took your skin against his to wipe that stupid grimace off of his face.

"I still think you're annoying," Harry mumbles, clearly sleepy. His hold on your hip becomes tighter as his thumb strokes your skin over the fabric.

"I know. Just shut up and sleep."

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ohhh ok!!! thanks for the clarification :)

can i request some headcanons for what turns marlon, mitch & aasim on?? if thats too nsfw than please can i request some morning after headcanons? thank u!!

❥ Marlon ♥︎ Turn Ons

Characters: Marlon

Description: What turns Marlon on.

Warnings: Pretty Suggestive… Very suggestive…

Notes: I was recently informed the other characters aren’t eighteen like I had assumed, so I’m limiting this to only Marlon!! I hope you understand </33 Also I might’ve been the one to make this more NSFW </33 I’d do a morning after HC if you ask separately though!!

Marlon

♥︎ I think Marlon could appreciate somebody who also has their own sense of style. I think in the apocalypse it’d be hard to find somebody who actually desires to look a certain way and aren’t focused entirely on survival. If you have piercings, tattoos, dyed hair, styled hair he’ll immediately take notice of it. Not so much a turn on, but definitely something he finds attractive. He gave himself a mullet, so if you also do something to make yourself stand out he’ll appreciate it.

♥︎ I’m torn between if he’d prefer dominance or submission.

♥︎ With his leadership role, it’d become his whole life. I mean, it’d have to be, right? He strives to dominate in every situation, especially in the bedroom. Or the office. Or the office/bedroom. He loves having control over his partner, loving to bring his leadership out and role-playing in a way.

♥︎ But I feel he’d also like a break? He’d be so used to being dominant and having control that it’d be nice to give it to somebody else for a change. He might be uncomfortable with the concept, but having somebody wash away his stresses by taking care of him would be such a relief to him.

♥︎ So, like, totally torn between the two.

♥︎ He’d be attracted to somebody who is capable and tough. As much as he wishes he could be protective and shield you from harm if you manage to take out a walker single-handedly and look hot while doing it? He might need a few minutes. He’ll be thinking about that tonight.

♥︎ If you actively treat him like a leader he’ll find it very attractive. He wants to be respected.

♥︎ If you salute him and say “yes sir!” (Even as a joke) After he asked you to fetch some wood, he’ll shrug it off at first, but after a few minutes, he’ll be like ??? Why do I keep thinking about that?? Was that hot?? Why was that hot??

♥︎ Marlon loves hickeys. He loves marking you and making it known you’re his, but also loves it when you do the exact same. He loves when they’re super red and visible. He loves looking at them, but he won’t admit that.

♥︎ Ohhh nooo… You gave me a hickey that literally everybody will be able to see… Babe, that’s sooo not cool…

#twdg #twdg hc #twdg s4 #twdg x reader #twdg marlon x reader #twdg headcanon #twdg imagine

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Wrong For This

EZ Reyes x F!Reader

Inspired first and foremost by @withmyteeth. Literally without her this fic wouldn’t exist. But also secondary credit goes to the song Favorite Place by All Time Low ft. The Band Camino.

Warnings: language, angst

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: Me? Taking my favorite Mayan and causing him pain? It’s more likely than you think. I’ve been crying inside over this idea ever since Cricket put it out into the universe. Also, it definitely made me want to finish my college AU that I have in the works for EZ. Anyway, I love these two and I will be 🥲 over them until further notice.

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You felt sweat beginning to bead along the edge of your forehead, seeping into the graduation cap that you had struggled to pin and keep in place. Despite the cover of the tent, it was still late May in California, and you were packed tight with a bunch of other students who were very much in the same position you were. You heard someone a few weeks ago make a comment about how the graduating class was smaller than usual this year, and you wondered if that was actually the case because they still packed you together like sardines. You liked your classmates well enough, but you didn’t really want anyone this close to you when you were this close to overheating.

Another speech started, and that’s what you should’ve been paying attention to, but you weren’t. You were too busy being distracted by trying not to let your graduation gown stick to the back of your thighs. You and your friends all wore dresses under your gowns so you could take nice pictures together, but as you sat there trying to cross and uncross your legs without bumping the people on either side of you, you wondered if it was worth it.

You were brought back to the reality of the situation by Ben, the kid who had been in almost every single one of your classes with you the last couple years, “I’ll bet you five bucks that she makes a joke about Dr. Mitch in her speech,” he did a decent job at keeping his laugh a whisper but you weren’t sure if you were going to be so successful.

You leaned over carefully, not wanting to knock your cap against his, “I don’t take bets I know I’m going to lose.”

Every year the student who was graduating at the top of the class gave a speech. You didn’t have a problem with that, but it seemed like you’d already sat through so many other speeches and it was getting hard to focus. As scary as it was to let go of the place that had been the epicenter of your life for so long, the thought of what was coming next was too exciting to want to sit in front of hundreds of people that you didn’t know because they were here for everyone else.

Plus, despite how long it had been, there was the nagging thought in the back of your brain that if the universe had been just a little bit kinder, there would be someone else up there giving that speech right now. He’d probably still rag on the professors a little bit, you were sure, but you’d at least be able to focus on what he was saying. If the powers that be weren’t so damn cruel, it wouldn’t be Ben sitting next to you whispering side-comments each time a new speaker came up to the podium.

You hadn’t heard much from EZ since he went inside. You wanted to see him, talk to him, but school took over your entire life. You didn’t even really go home to see your family too often let alone go and see friends. But you knew that he was out now, out early at that, and that provided you with some comfort.

You’d sent the graduation information to Felipe’s address, figuring that he would know to pass it along to his son. You included your phone number, too, assuming that Ezekiel probably had a different one at this point. He hadn’t reached out, though. You didn’t know if he got the date and time, but as you looked out over the sea of people, you wanted to believe that he didn’t, because he wasn’t there. You knew it was a bit of a raw nerve to touch, but he was still your person and you wanted him there. But he wasn’t. Maybe it was still too bitter of a pill to swallow, seeing you up there and knowing that he was supposed to be there too. You had everything that the two of you were supposed to get together. You didn’t think of it that way, but it crossed your mind that maybe that was exactly how he saw it. Still, you hoped that that wasn’t the case, that he just didn’t get the memo. It was less heartbreaking to think that there was a miscommunication than to think that he knew and decided not to come.

Shaking your head, you focused on clapping along with everyone else when she girl wrapped up her speech. It was probably great, too bad you were too busy being wistful to really tune into it. For all the excitement, there was a tinge of heaviness in your chest too. It was all amazing, it was everything you had worked for, but this wasn’t how you pictured it when you got accepted all those years ago.

While you were waiting for the next person to go up to the podium, you scanned over the crowd again. Everyone started to look the same to you, all just stranger's faces out on the lawn. You knew for a fact that some of these people had flown in, driven obscene hours just to be able to see their son, daughter, niece, nephew, best friend, whoever graduate. It was heartwarming, even if you couldn’t quite relate.

And then you saw him. You couldn’t even attempt to downplay your surprise and excitement, a gasp slipping out past your lips as you covered your mouth in shock. You wanted to wave. No. What you really wanted to do was book it down off the stage and go hug him. It would be worth it, you thought, after so many years apart. If they’d handed out the diplomas already you would’ve done it, not like you needed to stick around for anything after that anyway.

He saw you see him, and despite the distance between you, you could still see the smile that broke out across his face. He was lurking at the back of the tent, not bothering to try and budge through people to find a seat. The rest of the ceremony faded into the background as you tried to get a good look at him. You immediately noticed the kutte that was draped over his black t-shirt, and you tried to push the slight sinking feeling in your chest away at the implications of that. His hands gripped the edges of it as he watched you, clearly taking the time to memorize everything about how you looked the same way you were him, although he was going to be much more successful in his endeavors. By the end of it he’d have an updated mental image of you locked away in his memory banks, a bittersweet thing to look back on when he needed it.

He wasn’t a kid anymore, that much you could tell. Along with the facial hair and fresh cut, he’d clearly picked up a solid workout regimen since the last time you saw him. He’d always been strong, but you could see it in the way he stood and carried himself that it was different now, that he was different. Even so, you knew that somewhere underneath all of that was the Ezekiel that you planned on sitting next to on this exact stage so many years ago. How someone could look so much more grown than the last time you saw them, and yet still somehow have that inherent sameness was beyond you. Maybe it was just because you knew him—he was always going to be EZ to you.

Another round of applause snapped you back to attention. You felt Ben nudging your shoulder and managed to pry your eyes away from EZ to see what he had to say this time. His jitters showed in the bouncing of his leg, the twisting of his hands. He had nothing to be nervous about at this point—they all made it, the hard part was over.

“One more then we finally get what we came for,” he whispered.

“Yea,” you murmur, “waiting eight years isn’t long enough—they gotta get those last couple of hours in before they finally hand it all over.”

When you redirected your attention back to the crowd, EZ’s eyes were still on you. Warmth crept up your neck and bled into your cheeks, only this time you were fairly certain it wasn’t from being trapped between your fellow graduates. You pressed your palms, dragging them down your thighs, but you couldn’t make yourself look away from him. You felt like if you did, he’d be gone again.

It felt like EZ hadn’t even blinked for the entirety of the next speech, eyes fixed on you still. If you’d been closer, or worse if you had been standing you were sure that you would’ve caved underneath that heavy gaze. The only thing that kept you tethered to your seat and the reality of the situation were the soft-spoken comments coming from the boy next to you.

“Shit,” Ben reached and excitedly patted your arm during the next round of applause, “It’s time.”

You were just as startled from the contact as you were by the realization that everyone in your row of seats was beginning to stand up. You had to chuckle at the slight disorganization of it all. Sure, they were sending you out into the world to save lives, but going up to get diplomas row by row was proving to be a difficult task. Truly, you expected nothing less.

Everyone clapped for everyone. The entire crowd applauded for each person, and there was something so wholesome about that to you. You knew for a fact that you weren’t the only person in present company without an entourage to hype you up. It was nice to know that it was a communal effort now.

You cheered a little extra loudly for Ben, knowing that he had been the only tether keeping your insanity intact through it all. You laughed as you listened to his mom and aunt, clearly able to hear their clapping and hollering above everyone else. It was heart-warming, and it showed on Ben’s face too.

For whatever reason, it didn’t hit you that you were up next. The sound of your name came through the microphone and speakers, and you snapped to attention. It was the shortest walk you’d ever taken on the enormous campus, but it felt like it took more out of you than the last years all pooled together. Your fingers were trembling slightly as you accepted your diploma, a little stunned still that this was all really happening, that it was actually over.

You turned and looked out at the sea of people seated on the lawn. Everyone was clapping for you despite the fact that they didn’t know you. It was nice, and it made you smile, but the only person you really cared about was still lingering at the back of the crowd. The bright smile on his face made all the years of struggling on your own for this worth it, it washed away all the time that put a chasm between the two of you. You didn’t remember the last time you smiled so hard.

The air thickened with excitement and anticipation. Everyone, not just you, was eager to get the hell off the stage and wrap this whole thing up. Closing remarks couldn’t come fast enough. Despite all the time you knew that so many people spent decorating their graduation caps, when you were all dismissed for the last time on campus, everyone took them and threw them up into the air. Now it was all of your turns to cheer and clap. You threw your arms around Ben in a hug, laughing as he lifted you for a moment before setting you back down. The two of you exchanged a quick goodbye and keep in touch, along with a few other people, before you looked back out at the crowd again. Your eyes scanned as quickly as you could, and you caught a glimpse of him amidst the ocean of moving bodies. Bundling up your graduation gown in your hands, you made a beeline for the stairs, slipping past your classmates who were still congratulating and saying goodbye to each other.

You stuck out like a sore thumb as you weaved through the crowd, the stark solid color of your gown sticking out among the rest of everyone’s nice outfits. You felt your shoulder collide with a few people along the way, and your apologies were half-hearted as you all but raced to the back of the tent, fully intending to bodyslam EZ in a hug. Your heart raced in your chest as you finally broke out of the thick of the crowd. Looking around, you couldn’t see him right away. Your heart sank as you continued to search for him. Glancing at the chair beside you, you saw a beautiful bouquet of red roses. You glanced over your shoulder, trying to see if someone had forgotten them in the midst of the excitement. But when you looked at the card, you saw your name in EZ’s unmistakable scrawl. The man truly should’ve been a doctor with his handwriting.

You didn’t bother to open the envelope, instead swiping up the items and taking off towards the parking lot. Your heels sank into the soft grass and dirt with every hurried step, but you hardly even noticed. No doubt people were watching you like you were insane, but you didn’t care. There were far more important matters at hand.

As your feet finally hit the blacktop, you heard the sound of a motorcycle. He was already halfway across the lot, and despite the fact that he wasn’t going to hear you, you still shouted his name. Your legs were as unsteady as your breathing as you watched him peel out of the lot. If you didn’t have the flowers and the card in your hand, you wouldn’t have truly believed that he even showed up, that this wasn’t just some cruel trick of your imagination.

You could feel the sweat on your back and without a second thought, you practically tore off your graduation gown, letting it drop to the ground beside you. You fought the urge to sit on the blacktop as you tucked the bouquet of flowers under your arm in order to open the letter. You tried to pretend that you didn’t notice the nervous shaking in your fingers as you unfolded the letter, not having any idea what to expect.

Your heart crumpled in your chest as you soaked in each word. You could hear his voice saying them so clearly despite the fact that it had been years since the last time you two spoke. Despite the time and the distance, he was still your Ezekiel, and that love never went away. Any letter that started and ended with I love you was either packed with promises or regret in between, and EZ had given up on making promises a long time ago. But your heart pounded hard against its confines in your chest as you reread it over and over again, bottom lip trembling because you could still feel the love in every word, even if they weren’t the words that you wanted to hear. Of all the things that had changed, the love still hadn’t, and you were starting to think that that made it all hurt more.

“Fuck,” there was no one around to hear the whispered word that fell from your lips as you dropped your face into your hands. How could he have been so close and yet still so far away?

Wiping away the tears as best you could without ruining your makeup, you folded up the letter and tucked it back into its envelope. You swiped your gown off the blacktop with a shaky exhale, not left with any other choice but to go back and grab your purse and keys so you could leave. You didn’t want this to be how it all ended, but as you started the long walk back, staring at the bundle of beautiful roses in your hands, you were starting to think that maybe you didn’t have any say in the matter.

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