#laybacks of note

[edgecallskating]

Laybacks of Note No. 3: Mirai Nagasu

[cinnamoonblue]

It reminds me of you

ONE SHOT - Ryomen Sukuna/Reader (female)

DESCRIPTION: Modern AU - fluff

SUMMARY: You want a Labubu so bad, especially the one which reminds you the most of your boyfriend, and he makes sure you get everything you want.

WARNINGS: english is not my first language, explicit language, pet names (princess, brat, woman), reader described as a female

WORD COUNT: 2,9K

✰ MASTERLIST ✰

NOTE: This is my first Sukuna one-shot ever, and I'm so excited. I have been wanting to start writing about him for such a long time now, and recently I finally become a Labubu mami and I love them so much and they have always reminded me so much of him so I had to write this. I hope you have fun reading this short one-shot with Sukuna as your mean, rude and grumpy man to the world, but being the most carrying and sweetest boyfriend to you. I know that for a lot of you this might not be the most correct take/description of modern day Sukuna, but low-key I think that he will be a big softy for his girl. ♡ Enjoy reading ♡

!PLEASE IF SOMEONE KNOW WHO IS THE ARTIST BEHIND THIS FANART OF SUKUNA IS IN THE BANNER LET ME KNOW SO I CAN CREDIT THEM!

It all started when one day you saw a TikTok of some girl unboxing something called Labubu. The moment you saw the fluffy small monster you fell in love with it and wanted one immediately. Sadly, when you checked the website where they sell them everything was sold out.

Since that day, your boyfriend has been hearing about these so called Labubus all the time. Sukuna, being Sukuna of course, doesn’t get the hype behind them and thinks that they are just a waste of money, but you choose to ignore him and his opinion.

Tonight is Friday, surprisingly both of you have it off today from both your university and the part time jobs you have, so you have decided to just stay home and do nothing. Ordering a takeaway from the nearest ramen shop closest to your apartment, you two eat your dinner while doing your own stuffs – you snuggled up in bed watching your favorite series, while Sukuna is playing games with his friends on his computer.

Your boyfriend seems to be losing as you can hear him loud and clearly cussing out his opponents and friends, but you don’t pay much attention to it as you are quite use to this type of behavior from him.

You and Sukuna are very different as people. When you started dating two years ago it came as a surprise to everyone around you. While you are more of a layback, nice and open person, Sukuna is a menace. He is rude, he is mean, he is eighty percent of the time grumpy, and he is probably the biggest cocky asshole a person can be or meet - is what everyone will say if you ask them about your salmon haired boyfriend. What they don’t know is that they are right, but also very wrong. He is all this and even more, the list with his bad sides and qualities is quite long. What they don’t know is that your boyfriend is also the most carrying, loving and sweet boyfriend any girl in this world would dream about, but only you get the chance to call him yours.

To this day you are the only person who he has let to know him on such a deeper level. Even his closes friends, Uraume and Toji, had never seen how sweet and carrying Sukuna could be until they met you, which leaded to a lot of teasing and messing around with him from his friends, but even when it seemed like he couldn’t stand it when they do it, from the inside Sukuna didn’t really care. As long as his girl is happy, he is willing to do the best he can, so you never feel unloved or cared about.

As they night continued you have switched from watching your favorite show to scrolling on TikTok. Tonight is a very important night for you as Labubu is having a big restocking and all you want is to get your hands on two boxes – one for you and one for your boyfriend.

Even though Sukuna doesn’t like or see the hype behind them, they remind you so much of him, and because of it you want to match with your boyfriend and get him one as well.

You know that you can’t keep yourself awake till four in the morning when the release will be so instead you put alarms to wake yourself up. Getting up from the bed before you fall asleep, you go to Sukuna who is still playing and wrap your hands around him.

“I’m going to sleep now.” You say to him as you place kisses all over his face while his eyes are focused on the game he is currently playing. “Are you coming to bed soon?”

Cussing out one more time as his team loses, he takes his headphones down and turns to you. Taking your face in the palms of his hands, he pulls you closer to him as he crashes his lips into yours. The kiss you share is both aggressive and gentle at the same time, but you don’t mind.

“No, princess. All because someone doesn’t know how to play.” He says to the mic attached to the headphones from which you can hear Toji’s voice complaining about Sukuna and his skills.

You laugh when you see your boyfriend’s grumpy face and kiss his lips one more time. “Don’t take too long.” You tell him as you wish him and Toji goodnight.

Your alarm rings at exactly three fifty-eight in the morning, but in your sleepy state you turn it off and roll to the side hoping that you will find your boyfriend next to you but instead you are met with an empty bed. Sitting up in bed you open your eyes and see him still on his computer talking quietly, probably still with Toji, making sure not to wake you up.

Grabbing your phone to see what time it is, the realization hits you. The Labubu drop. It is tonight and it is happening right now. Unlocking your phone and typing the website you breathe out for a second as you see that it is loading so you still have the chance to have your hands on two boxes, after all you are just a minute late after four.

“No, no, no, no.” You scream in despair as the website crashes. This makes your boyfriend immediately turn around and look at you. Seeing you whining and hitting the pillows in the bed with all the power you have in you, he takes his headphones off and gets up from his gaming chair.

“What’s wrong, princess?” Getting in bed and wrapping his arms around you he pulls you closer to his big define with muscles body.

“I failed.” You cry as your turn towards him, burying your head in his naked chest and wrapping your arms around his neck.

Looking down at you Sukuna raises one brow. What have you failed exactly? You have already passed the last exam you had, so what it could be you failed so badly at four in the morning?

“What are you talking about?” His voice deep as always makes you look up at him.

“The Labubu war. I failed getting us Labubus.” Crying out dramatically, you bury your face again in his chest.

“Woman, are you fucking crazy?” He can’t believe that this whole scene is all about some overpriced kid’s toy. “You can’t be serious. All this at four am, for some ugly ass toy?”

Pulling away from him, you give him an offended look. “How could you call Labubu ugly?” You try to push him away from you, but this is impossible. This man is at least five times your size if anything you made things worse, as he pulls you to lay down with him.

“They are, princess.” His arms tighten around you even more as you gasp when he offended your little obsession again.

“No, Kuna they are not.” You protest once again as you try to escape your boyfriend’s deadly grip. “They are extremely cute, and you have no idea how much I want to get us some.”

“Why you keep saying us?” Easing his grip a bit he looks at you once again with confusion and a bit of irritation written all over his face.

“Because I want to get one for you as well, so we can match.” Propping on one arm on the bed you move your body a bit sideways to Sukuna’s in a way that you can balance it as you start running the fingers of your other hand through his soft salmon pink locks.

“I’m not carrying this ugly ass toy anywhere.” A makeshift of a mocking laughter escapes past his lips as he can’t believe that you want to get him one as well, even when you know that he doesn’t like them.

“You were going to put it in your car as a car charm.” Grabbing a bit of his hair in a fist you pull it playfully, making him hiss a bit from it.

“Oh, so you already decided where I’ll put it.” He playfully rolls his eyes as you nod at him.

“You know, I don’t know if I have mentioned, but they remind me of you so much.” Pushing yourself up with one hand, you cross one leg over his body and now you are sitting on top of him, tracing his tattoos with your fingers.  

“These monster looking things?”

“Yes, Kuna. These monster looking things.” You reply with a smile as you bend your body closer to him, your faces now millimeters apart. “Because they seem evil and mean from the outside, but they are actually super nice, and sweet, and cute.” With every word you say, you place a kiss on his lips. His grumpy face doesn’t change much, but you know him very well and you know that he enjoys what you are doing. “Should I stop?”

Giving you a warning look with his dark crimson eyes, you just laugh at him as you continue to kiss his lips. “I’m not cute.” He murmurs in between your kisses.

“Sure, Sukuna. Sure.” You whisper with a smile.

It has been a week since that night. You have promised yourself that you will get Labubu no matter what next time they drop, but the problem is that it won’t be any time soon. You have found a lot of resellers in your city, but the prices they sell them for are crazy and as much as you want one for you and your boyfriend you won’t spent that much money on it.

Coming home from a long shift from work and a long day from lectures all you want is to take a hot shower and snuggle up in bed. Sukuna is working tonight as well, but you don’t know when he will be home. The nightclub he works at doesn’t close until five in the morning and even if you text him, he won’t be able to response, so all you can do is guess when he might be back.

After taking your hot shower before bed your whole body feels a bit relaxed, but it is still crying for sleep. Instead of putting on pajamas, you go for one of your boyfriend’s T-shirts. The moment you put it on, you hear the front door of your apartment opening.

Walking out of the bedroom you are met with your tired boyfriend’s face. “Hey, Kuna.” You say as you go to him and wrap your arms around him. “Why home so early?”

“It was slow. They can manage without me.” He grunts as he pulls away a bit but still holds you in his arms. “I have something for you, brat.” He tells you, giving you a tired, cocky smile, the one you love so much.

You can’t help but smile. This is the real Sukuna for you, the one only you have the privilege to see - grumpy, but carrying; tired, but still very loving.

Nodding with his head, Sukuna leads you to your living room, and you both sit on the sofa. Taking his black backpack from his bag he tells you to close your eyes, and you do exactly what he tells you to do. You can hear him unzipping the bag and then taking something out of it, pulling it on the table. “Okay, open them now.”

Opening your eyes, you look at the coffee table and see what is on top of it. Gasping loudly, your eyes widen, and you can help but happily stomp with your legs on the floor. Two Labubu boxes. He got you not one, but two Labubu boxes as you wanted. “Sukuna… you… how?”

“I have my ways.” He smirks at you.

The excitement in your voice fills up the room and you can’t help but throw yourself in your boyfriend’s body. “I love you, Kuna. I love you so much.”

Wrapping his arms around your body and rolling his eyes as you buried your face in the crook of his neck, he murmurs. “Yea, yea. Me too, brat.”

Pulling away from him you give him a quick kiss on the lips before you take the boxes in your hand.

“They are not from the two different collections, one of them is the one you wanted the most, so…” Hearing this you are not surprised. He might be grumpy and seems like he doesn’t always pay attention to what you are saying, but Sukuna always listens. Of course, he has heard, and against his will, remembers all the things you have said about this stupid keychain of toys. He knows which collection you want the most, and which color you wanted, but he has managed to find only one box from it, but he hopes you like the other one as well.

“Okay, let’s open the macaron one first.” You excitedly say, as you closed your eyes and started to open the box. “I really want the pink one.”

Sukuna can’t help but smile. You are adorable. Not only now when you are all excited as a little kid about some toy, but in general. He will be lying if he says that he doesn’t love this childish side of yours. He adores it. He adores everything about you.

Finally, opening the box and the small package the Labubu is in it, you open your eyes. “Oh my, Kuna, look how cute it is.” You coo at the grey Lububu in your hands, pulling it closer to you in a hug.

“But it’s not pink.” Sukuna comments as he takes it from your hands to observe it better, still not understanding the hype.

“It doesn’t matter, it’s still super cute.” Reaching for the other box, you take a better look at it, before you open it. It is the ‘Have a Seat’ edition, the other one you wanted the most, because here is the Labubu that reminds you the most of Sukuna and you are praying to be it in the box.

Doing the exact same blind opening as you did with the first box, you take a deep breath before opening your eyes. You not only scream, but also jumped from excitement, which made Sukuna flinch in surprise.

“Calm down, woman. You’ll wake the neighbors up.”

“Baby, oh my, Kuna. Kuna, look!” You excitedly start to jump on one spot on the sofa, your excitement through the roof, because you have got the one you want the most. The salmon pink one, with red eyes with heart shapes in them. Your own Labubu Sukuna. “I got you in Labubu version.”

Turning the Labubu, towards him, Sukuna just rolls his eyes. It looks nothing like him. He is a tall, big, scary for some people man, not a pink furry monster keychain. “It looks nothing like me.” He grunts.

“Yes, it does, Kuna.” You pull him closer for a kiss. “Thank you. You made me so happy tonight.” Placing a kiss on his cheek, you also wrap your arms around him.

“Only tonight?” He slightly tilts his head to take a better look at you.

“A bit more, than usual.” You reply.

Two weeks later you, Sukuna and Toji went out for a few drinks. Sukuna didn’t drink tonight, because he has decided to go out with his car, and right now he is the only sober one, he has to drag you and Toji to where he has parked.

“Come on, get in asshole.” He tells Toji as he tries to get him to sit in the back seat of the car. Once he gets Toji to get in the car, he closes the door and gets to the driver’s seat.

“The fuck is this mouse hanging on the mirror?” Toji laughs from the back of the car as he points towards Sukuna’s grey Labubu hanging on the rear-view mirror.

“This is Labubu.” You turn around to look at Toji as you explain to him what Labubu is and you show him your salmon pink one, placed in a little car basket on the air conditioner on your side.

On your way to Toji’s place he heard everything about Labubu, and the story of how you got them. “It was last week when we went to the mall and bought them their outfits and the car seat.” You happily squeak as you take look at your Labubus. Your Labubu is dressed in a cute pink outfit, and Sukuna’s wears a black robbery mask, with a silver and gold chain around its neck and a gun in one hand.

“We are here. Now get out before you throw up in my car.” Sukuna turns to Toji as he parked in front of his place. He knows that from tomorrow Toji won’t stop making fun of him, all because of this stupid toy.

Before Toji gets out of the car, he pats Sukuna on the shoulder and leans closer to tell him something, which you don’t catch. “Aren’t you a big softy, Kuna?” Without giving Sukuna a chance to response, Toji is out of the car, as he knows how to piss his best friend off the best – call him weak for you and use the nickname only you can call him.

“What did he say?” You ask once you two are alone and Sukuna starts the engine again.

“That Labubu sucks.”

END NOTE: I hope you really liked this short one-shot. Sukuna is one of my most favorite anime men (I have only two most favorite men lol) and this is the first time ever I write something about him, so every criticism about it will be appreciated, as I plan to write a lot more about him in the future. If you liked this feel free to like, comment, reblog or message me ♡ Thank you for reading it ♡♡♡

writing, format, header © cinnamoonblue & dividers by © cinnamoonblue and @bernardsbendystraws, fanart @su2kuna on X/Twitter ©cinnamoonblue, do not copy or plagiarise my work.

[jackiequick]

Iceman. Ice cold, no mistake and—wait he has a kid?! | Top Gun Fanfic ❄️

Summary: The day people find out about Iceman’s private life would be the day he makes sure, he knows it firsthand. In other words, Tom Kazansky meets his future wife the day his fellow pilot finds out about his daughter.

Established father daughter relationship: Iceman & Skysolo

Pairing: Tom “Iceman” Kazansky x Hazel "Daredevil" Quinn

Note: Pre-Top Gun Maverick, so Amber Kazansky is around 5-7 years old

——

There were many things Iceman was, or least how he presented himself to people. Strong, levelheaded, flies ice cold and no mistake if he had a say in it.

Some people were honest a bit scared of the man, might even idolized him, and even rather intimidated to say the least due to his looks. 

Yeah sure he was rather layback and chill, cracking a few wisecracking jokes with his teammates and family. Swearing his cheeky smile with pride. Ask Maverick or Slider, they’ll tell ya the truth to that showing smile.

But one thing that Iceman made sure was to keep his private life separate from his aviation one. At home, he was just Tom. Tom Kazansky.

And there is a reason why.

His daughter.

Amber Nic Kazansky.

His angelcake, his little snowball, and his reason to keep fighting. His angel eyes. He kept her private from the public eye, safe and sound in his arms. Mentioning his kid every once in a while at work but people always assumed he was talking about Maverick’s kids or Goose’s son.

Because he was considered their uncle, to everyone on base.

But they don’t ever assume his own. He didn’t blame them, he never specifically said his daughter name out loud to the masses to hear. Only his close family and friends knew about Amber’s existence. She was one of Maverick’s sweethearts afterwards and Slider’s little glamorous girl.

And if ever did his angel eyes to work, he made sure she never left his sight. It was a big place, she could get lost however Amber was smart enough to know her way around the base too, even if Tom liked it or not…

Such as today.

Tom wasn’t supposed to have work that weekend, it was Sunday for gods sake but his bosses had other plans for the Lieutenant Commander. He was called in to finalize some paperwork, check on installations and probably head to some meetings. Which meant he would be stuck in his office for most of the day.

Tom sighed, knowing he had no choice but to bring Amber with him due to Maverick being busy and his sister being in another freaking state. However he didn’t mind the company, since he was able to show his daughter the planes, possibly getting to see a familiar face such as Wraith or Hollywood, look at the frames on the wall and the view of the building from where they were standing.

And to be honest, Amber loved it. She was shy about it all but she couldn’t help but grin. Her eyes sparkled at the huge planes, the classrooms filled with aviators, the darling style of the technology they had and clean cut frame of the building.

Tom stayed in his office playing the radio and doing paperwork with Amber by his side sitting in the blue beanbag beside from desk. Even though Tom was working, he pauses writing on a form hearing his 7 year old curls bounce as she sang one of the songs on the radio as she played with her Barbie dolls.

“And here we go, we know the start, we know the end!” She sang, brushing her doll’s hair with such passion, “Masters of the scene. We’ve done it all before and now we’re back to get some more..”

“You know what i mean.” Tom sang along softly, twirling his pen in between his finger grinning, “Voulez-Vous!”

One thing was sure was how much she loved singing ABBA’s popular songs when it came on the radio. She definitely got it from her aunts and uncles, he can’t blame her. When music like that starts playing it becomes contagious, where you just have to sing along. 

Amber stood up from her beanbag chair and started to twirl around, dancing holding out a hand for Ice to take. He hesitated cause he was at work but he shrugged, removing himself from his seat taking his daughter’s hand and twirl her around. Her infectious laugh and cheeky grin matched her father’s gracefully.

The two of them, dancing until the song was over and radio played Dolly Parton’s 9 To 5. Tom returned back to his desk, twirling the pen back in his hand chuckling. Meanwhile Amber went to grab the grapes that were packed in her bag as she sat down and ate, looking out the window at the planes.

———

A few short hours later, Slider walked in greeting his niece and best friends, sitting down to talk with Ice over the planes they would flying next weekend. Amber was finally starting to get bored and begging her father to walk around the base with him. She wanted to spend time with him or her uncles to explore for a while, instead of being laying around in an office.

Slider noticed the look on his niece’s face and said, “Oh come Tom, it’s just a little walk to see the other side of base. I know your overprotective but cut the baby some slack.”

“Ron. I know that, she’s been here before she could walk but what if she gets lost, huh? Half of people don’t even know about her.” Tom explained, with a sigh.

“She’ll be fine! Won’t you, baby?”

“Slider!”

“Ice! We’ll have fun, right babygirl?”

Amber smiles, “Yeah! Daddy pleaseeee! I will be careful.”

With a sigh, he nodded and replied, “Alright. Okay, you can go and explore the base but be careful. I don’t want you getting lost or get both of you and your uncles in trouble.”

“No promises. They are a bunch of cowboys like you said.”

“Clever girl. And watch your tone.”

Slider chuckled taking his niece’s hand and teased his best friend on how they’re gonna cause some trouble. Probably even bring Goose and Mav along for the ride. Ice just rolled his eyes and chuckled at them.

Ron knew that his niece was very important to his pilot’s life and understood why he’s been overprotective of her since day one. He was a single father, yeah sure their friends were there too but Tom was the main caretaker of his daughter’s life. Of course he wanted her safe and sound wherever she is. It was also a private part of his life, that he wanted to maintain calm and not go off the rails.

But like everything, change happens and surprises come along the way. Weather he liked it or not.

He was talking to Hollywood when it did, keeping Amber close by the tarmac of the planes. Hollywood was kneeling down to the girls height, letting her play with his helmet in the meantime.

Both men were chatting about the way the newer pilots almost got jet washed during training session a couple of days ago and how they needed to tweak the planes safety alerts. Amber was holding Hollywood’s helmet and enjoying the colors when something caught her eye. More like someone.

On the tarmac, drew out a nice sliver dollar plane as if someone just gotten off the skies and landed on the ground. She caught wind of the small wave of damage the plane got on the edges but the man—no women, since she removed her helmet, who step out of cockpit, climbing out of the darn thing had some trouble finding grin on her. 

She didn’t know if to be impressed or intimidated by her.

Dark locks like her uncle Mav, a dark olive green jumpsuit like all the other aviators and attention grabbing attitude towards the person she was talking to. Amber didn’t get a good look at her face though. So in her brain, she couldn’t if she was good news or not.

She was taken out of her gaze, following her uncle Slider and Hollywood inside still holding the helmet. Slider was called by Viper for something real quick, leaving her with Hollywood. Amber got a bit annoyed at that, she wanted to explore but she got stuck sitting on a bench instead.

It was half bad, due to her and Hollywood talking about the latest movie she saw.

Since her dad and uncles took her, Bradley, Austin, Jenny and Dane to see a rereleased of The Empire Strikes Back. The kids haven’t seen those movies yet, so it was their first time. But Hollywood couldn’t go cause he was too busy so he couldn’t, instead Wolfman went taking his place.

“And then Luke fought Darth Vader! Austin screamed saying he could do it better than him. And I said ‘no you can’t!’ but he didn’t believe me.” Amber exclaimed with a laugh, “Why did Leia kiss Luke then Han in the movie?”

Hollywood chuckled at her enthusiasm for the movie and repiled, “Well he did to prove a point to Han. But you kids will have to watch the next one to find out what happens. Did your Aunt Carole or Drey took you to see The Little Mermaid yet?”

“No! They said we gotta wait for they can buy it and we can watch it at home. But I wanna see it.”

“How about I see if I can get Drey to change her mind? How does that sound? She owes me a date anyway.”

Amber giggled at that and nodded, suddenly she had to use the restroom and Hollywood pointed to go down the hallway, next to the double doors. He watched her from where he was standing, smiling.

———

After she used the restroom, Amber noticed that Hollywood wasn’t there anymore but on the other end of the hallway talking with Wolfman. She rolled her eyes and grunted, rushing her with a glare to Hollywood.

“Hey! You said you’d wait for me.” Yelled Amber, tugging at his pant leg with a glare that similar to Iceman.

Expect that glare had a hint of fire within them, like there was smoke behind the ice cold blocks. Wolfman noticed it and would’ve chuckled if he wasn’t a bit confused about Amber being here. He was sure he saw her walking with Slider earlier.

“I’m sorry, kiddo! I got caught up with Wolf, he will telling me something important.” Hollywood apologize, for his mistake but he still saw the glares.

He noticed Amber walking away, her temper and annoyance getting the best of her. All she wanted was a small walk around the base with someone like her aunts or uncles but they were more or less distracted with work. She couldn’t even blame them for being caught up with work but she was smart enough to know she deserves some attention and respect.

Hollywood and Wolfman chased after the 7 year old, as her blonde locks bounced across the hallways of the base finding herself in the wonders of the building. She pushed her bangs past her eyes, popped up her collar of her jacket.

A few mutters and mumbles could be heard of people asking who’s child was that around the corner, as she stopped in front of the rows of pictures frames displaying days of older class photos. From 1960s to now. She blocked out the whole noise of officers, captains, commanders and even some lingering lieutenants who walked past her.

She saw a few pictures frames of planes her favorite was the Tomcat due to the display of grays and or blues, speaking volumes of the way it swords the skies and classic modeling that carried two passengers. She knows her uncle Mav had small miniature replicas near the speakers at his house, telling the kids to not play with them. 

She wasn’t one to absolutely desire the trill of piloting one of those lovely things. But she wouldn’t mind being in the backseat of one, watching them go fast and the high from being in the clouds. Hell, her uncle Merlin and Maverick took her in one of those for a quick joy ride before her surprise birthday party last year. They were only off the ground for a few minutes, nothing special but it was fun.

Amber sighed, smiling softy at the pictures wishing she wasn’t alone but with her uncles. Like Merlin, Maverick, Slider or even her uncle Buzz. But then again, she did run away from them and they were busy.

She heard a loud, “Kazansky!” as she wiped her head around to see Jester and Stinger talking probably searching for her father.

As one of their fellow members, said that he was in his office and heading to a meeting.

She even heard Cain’s voice yelling “Maverick! Kazansky better get say something good about you and Merlin’s flying today or so god help me!”

She was rather shy but curious, when it came to things like this. Her uncle Mav always got into trouble for his interesting, in color words to say the least, flying skills. She winced hearing the yelling of her last name and others across the hall, as you can hear plenty muffled noises in between. Amber didn’t like it, so she glanced at the pictures once again, this time being of the 86’ class and ran finding herself outside of a briefing room.

She knew the room she stood outside of, being the same one her dad’s higher rank, Viper, taught the 86’ class in. Well it was very much similar, at least. She stood on her tippy toes at the window, looking inside to find it empty inside but the door easily locked.

It was across the small hallway her father would possibly be having his meeting in. Amber instead of boring herself, she found herself wondering outside the window playing with one of the tiny toy Blackbird plane, she had in her pocket that she took her father’s desk at home and placed it against the glass window pretending to fly it.

She giggled to herself softly using imagination and said, “Ladies and gentlemen, this is Officer Kazansky speaking. I will be showing here the flight manners, I liked to call a barrel roll. And if you’re lucky, you can surprise the other pilots with this one by sneaking up on them.”

Little did she know, some female works were walking past her and listening giggling catching onto her last name. Some were confused even shocked, plenty around it adorable and others were jealous thinking that Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky was secretly taken if that was really his kid.

——

Just as Ice was about to enter his meeting with Jester, Cain and Stinger to explain his wingman actions up in the sky, Slider went rushing in as as Maverick was about to head inside.

“H-HEY! I-Ice, we got a little—” Slider began to explain what he heard from Hollywood and Wolfman, but was surely cut off.

“Where’s my kid?” Tom asked, looking over his shoulder and around for his daughter.

“I was just about to get to that. Long story short, I left her with Holly for a while and when I came back, he and Wolf said she was gone.”

“Gone or ran? Amber ain’t gonna run out unless something happened.”

Maverick cut in, “Wait! Amber’s here?! In the building?! Slider what’s wrong with you?”

“Hey! It wasn’t my fault Viper called me earlier into his office, so I left her with the guys! They said she ran from them as the two started to chase her down." Slider said, telling the shorter pilot.

“Find her! I don’t care about myself right now, I’ll take the heat like always but Jester would be more mad that you guys left a child unattended in the building.”

Tom shared a look with his wingman, something both him and Mav knew all too well, the panic, fear and annoyance at the thought of their children missing. Slider or some of their friends didn’t get it yet, since not all of them were parents but they had nieces and nephews. Slider was of course one step ahead of them, saying that he already sent some of the guys to go search the blonde.

Maverick gave Ice a soft smile, “Hey. They’ll find her, if not we’re leave the meeting early and get her ourselves.”

Tom’s eyes were turning ice cold with a glare that somewhat soften at his words nodding, then entered the meeting quietly. Iceman being too quiet wasn’t a good thing for anyone, it meant his mind was racing around with throughs to rush out and resume work for another day. But had to stay focused, he knew Slider and the others were on the case. Maverick was frustrated by it all, yelling for Merlin who walked past by to see if he saw Amber, who shock his head but went searching for her…

———

The girl in question was walking around the base, passing a few short notice offices and lounges to find not many familiar faces. She was getting shyer and slightly curious as the moments went on, regardless she knew she got herself in trouble by running away. Amber eventually stumbled upon an office that brought a soft smile to her face. She gently knocked on the door, fixing her jacket and holding her plane in one hand.

It open to reveal the man who this office belong to brown mustache, deep brown eyes and tipped baseball cap staring at her. Mike MetCalf, Viper, looked down at her blinking twice at her small figure. He heard a few of his 86’ class rushing across the building yelling and shouting softly a few words, as it clicked in his head. They was looking for her.

He kneeling down in front of her, noticing the same deep look as her father, covered with blushing tears as if she was trying not to shed any. He put a hand on her shoulder, “Amber, sweetheart. What happened?”

“I..I ran away..fr-from..from Hollywood and Wolfy..” She replied with a small voice, a soft glare trying to keep her tears from falling.

“That’s wasn’t the right move and you know it. I don’t know why you did it but you weren’t supposed to that..”

“I know…”

“Come on.”

He takes her hand, leading her inside his office as he lead her to the counter against the wall near the window. He told her to stay there, as he was in middle of a conversation with an pilot at the moment. She looked up at the pilot, Viper mentioned, as she titled her head remembering the dark hair women from eariler. This time, she saw her face.

She was looking right at her.

Her rather soft features combined with rich one such as the woman’s nose and eyebrows that curled in a way as if she was analyzing the situation. There was something about this women that made Amber not know if she would be scared or shy about her, as she looked away from the brunette.

Viper noticed the looks and said, “Amber Nic Kazansky, meet Hazel Quinn. One of our pilots here, she’s been here before months ago but transferred recently to hopeful longer stay.”

This time the women—Hazel, looked at Amber with a slight difference, analysis of her state with soften concern and worry for the young girl. Hazel looked at Amber, twisting in her chair and standing up to sit beside the little girl. She noticed her glares, her last name ringed bell. Iceman. Flies ice cold, no mistakes.

She never met the man or even seen pictures but heard about him. If though he never met him, she can see the results of his child from the blonde hair to the eyes. But there was a sweetness that Hazel read to her face, a loving and gentle pace to the girl. A doll that needed to be protected. She can only imagine what made this girl run away but she might have an idea coming from a family who lend their lives to the military herself.

Hazel smiled softly, “Hi.”

“Hey..” replied Amber, looking up at the women.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?”

“Y-yeah I’m fine…how about you?”

“I’m alright but you don’t seem like your fine.”

“I’m fine..”

“…look, I guess you don’t want to tell me what happened cause we just met. But whatever it is, you should at least tell someone. They will try to understand.”

Amber stayed silent, her smoking glares still knees deep she wanted to say something like a witty comeback or a rude interception of her works but she didn’t.

Hazel contained her obvious observations and continued, “Okay I’ll humor you. I bet that you wanted to spend time together with your father or uncles but they got too busy, playing hand off with you instead? You wanted some kind of respect and attention today but didn’t get it or know to tell your guardian at the moment about it.”

That seemed to soften Amber up, as she looked over her shoulder and nodded, she left like she wasn’t exactly scared around this women but somehow understood and willing to listen. I guess what they say is true, sometimes a complete stranger can be the easiest person to talk to than anyone else closer to you? Huh? Hazel watched her, waited for her to say something as she noticed Amber tuned to face better and explain.

She told her, everything about how she wanted to spend time walking around the base and explore with her family members but she really secretly wanted was some more moments with her dad. But she understood he was busy today, since he originally wasn’t supposed to come into work at all for that matter. Amber couldn’t blame him and didn’t even bother to say anything but it sounded like she was annoyed with that fact herself. She knew Viper was listening, as she watched her in a way he looked at his own children and godson. 

Hazel wanted to give this little lady a hug because she knew that feeling all too well herself, wanting to spend time with her parents but they were busy sometimes with military assistance. But she could tell from how Amber spoke of her father, she loved him very much and wasn’t even mad at his efforts, as if she knew she will get her attention soon enough.

————

And she was right. Because less than a half a second later, you could 8 rushing footsteps and yelling of 4 men, possibly even 5 at Viper’s doorstep.

“Amber!” Yelled the voice. As the girls turned around to see Tom Kazansky—no, Iceman, standing there with his hand on the doorknob with a mix of anger, worry and deep questions laced across his face. He continued, “Sweetheart what were—”

“I’mma stop you right there, flyboy.” Said the only female voice in the room, being Hazel, who stood up from the couch facing Iceman with a hand hovering his chest to pause him.

It was as if the room fell silent for a millisecond.

This brunette just stop Tom Kazansky in his tracks. The Iceman. Hollywood and Wolfman were just outside the door, as you only heard a small sniff or murmured noise coming from there. Wolfman blinked confused then recognize the voice, knowing who she was.

She was like a female Maverick but with a strong levelheaded voice, dark humor and a wildly competitive side to boot. 

Princess Leia but in aviator form in simpler words.

Slider cough slightly, standing there awkwardly entering the room to check up on Amber’s current state that matched his own. They were both staring at Daredevil and Iceman, who just locked eye on another.

Tom’s ice cold glares that tend to be laced with deep fried anger watching all the angles in the room, locked eyes with the brunette. She was breathtaking. Stunning in every way possible due to the way she challenged him at the moment.

From her short brown hair with feather bangs that almost fell over eyesight that she didn’t even bother to fix. Rich blue eyes. Craved out cheekbones that enchanted her beauty. Along with the nude, almost red lip that she carried added to her frame.

It took a moment for Ice to contain his combating composure and focus on the task at hand. But dear god was this women gorgeous in his eyes! 

Tom cleared his throat, scoffed with a slight chuckled and said, “I’m sorry, who might you be?”

She crossed her arms, with a light smile pointed across her face with a stance and replied, “Hazel ‘Daredevil’ Quinn. One of your new Lieutenant Commanders, sir. I’m assuming that she’s your daughter?”

“Yeah, ma’am, she is. I apologize if she intercepted your and Viper’s conversation earlier. She almost gave me a scare..”

She scoffed, “Some father. Shouldn’t you have been looking after her? Look, she told me what happened and how she felt. I don’t blame you for anything but maybe take a few minutes to listen to her next time.”

He raised a eyebrow, “Look, I would’ve been keeping an eye on her but I unfortunately got caught up with work, so I entrusted her with my friends and she got away from them. I messed up and so did they, i take full accountability for what happened today. None of this was supposed to happen but I’m more worried about her right now.”

Hazel took one a look over her shoulder at Amber, as Tom followed her gaze with a sigh already telling by his daughter eyes that she was a bit down in the dumps. He kneeled down in front of her, put a gentle hand on her cheek meeting her baby blues and asking her tell him what happened in a calmer tone this time. Hazel sat beside her, listening to what she told her.

Tom sighed lowering his head as he listened to his daughter’s words and shook his head, not catching on the small signs that she wasn’t enjoying her day, he apologized greatly for it. His first job was father, pilot second. He knew that, it’s why he tried to keep his private life separate from this base but here he was in Viper’s office listening to his baby girl thoughts.

Sometimes he forgets what’s it like to be a child and feel unheard or not wanting to bother adults with your own business.

Amber pushed back her bangs and lowered her eyes, before looking up at her father and said, “…I’m sorry, daddy..i know I shouldn’t have ran away but i wanted to see the base with you..but everyone was busy or talking with other people…it felt like Hollywood forgot about me..”

“Honey, why didn’t you come back to my office or at least, find your uncle Mav to tell us how you were feeling?” Tom asked, with a soft tone that sounded almost like a whisper, nothing like the pilot people are used to hearing.

“You were handling a lot of paperwork and i heard Jester call your name..and I didn’t like it..and uh, you were about to go into a meeting. I didn’t want to interrupt you..”

“And you through because i was about to head to a meeting to bail out your uncle Mav, I wasn’t gonna have time to talk with you? Baby, as busy or annoyed as i can get, i will always make time for you. I’m sorry you thought running around base was the best option…oh..all you wanted was a little bit of attention, didn’t you?”

She just nodded at that. She must’ve sounded selfish or brash, wanting some attention than it seemed like she already had. Hell, due to her lack of communication she had 5 men searching for her.

“Amber, honey, you’re still so young and you won’t get it now but when you’re older you will. I didn’t want to stuck in my office all day, it wasn’t even my intention to make you feel that way either. If it was up to me, i would’ve been taking you flying or have you see a new selection of planes we have gotten this month but my schedule said otherwise. When you’re old enough you will understand what i mean. I should’ve went with you and gave you my full attention instead of having you hang out with your uncle Slider.”

Slider intercepted with a light mocking gasp, “Hey! I was a nice babysitter.”

“You lost her, you idiot.” Tom commented.

“Blame Hollywood and Wolfe for that last part.”

“Yeah, sure, buddy. We will.”

Wolfman and Hollywood scoffed hearing that part but nodded, since they did take a part in losing the young blonde. The duo walked in apologizing for their mistakes, as Wolf even ruffled Amber’s hair in efforts to make her crack a smile. And to his efforts, it worked.

Hazel leaned backwards in her sat and whisper softly to the young blonde, “Well now you got all the guys fondling over you, sweetie. Feel a little better?”

Amber nodded and wrapped her arms around Tom’s neck as he picked her up, embracing his little angels warmth not wanting to let her go. He humming softly asking, “Angel eyes?”

“Hm?” Amber responded, rubbing her eyes and rested her head on his shoulder.

“Can you forgive me?”

“Well, daddy, can you forgive me?”

He chuckled nodding, “Yeah I can. I’m still a bit mad that you ran instead of coming to me first but yeah, of course I forgive you.”

She smiled at that, “I forgive you daddy..how much longer do you have to go your meeting?”

“I cut my meeting with Cain short because I had to go searching for you. But I have another one in two hours, after that I’m all yours.”

“Are you in trouble?”

“Stinger understood but Jester was a little annoyed, but I think I got off the hook. And I think you need to apologize for giving Maverick and the rest of the boys a scare too, baby.”

She nodded hearing the last part, knowing she needed to do that at some point. Tom put her down on the floor, thanking Viper for keeping her in his office for the time being as the older man told him he didn’t mind it one bit. Slider was already walking walking the boys out of the office, leaving the father daughter duo and a certain someone left. Hazel was running her fingers crossed her hair, with a soft smile leading against the couch hearing them talk softly to another one prideful she was able to help.

However just as she about to continue her conversation with Mike, the two blondes turned to her. Amber thanked her firsthand, hoping to see her around more often if she gets a chance to visit the base once again and went to stand in the doorway waiting for her father.

As she stood in the doorframe of Viper’s office, she noticed something on both adults faces. Mainly because the fog cleared now for her. She would’ve giggled and cleared her throat but she was more than curious to see where this goes. Mike was standing beside her, giving the girl a small wink as he looked over his shoulder to see Maverick coming their way.

Tom cleared his throat and grinned, “Uh, thank you back there.”

“For what?” Hazel asked, with a sly smile.

“Knocking some sense into me. I wasn’t thinking straight at all, usually I’m more grounded than this.”

“So I heard. I heard of your reputation, but I never expected the whole father thing.”

“Yeah well, it’s something I don’t expect everyone to know. I have my reasons to keep my private life separated from my aviation one.”

“I get it.”

“Yeah?”

“I do. With a darling girl like that, I can see why you want to keep her safe. She’s a good girl, you got lucky.”

“I think so too. And she seems to have taken a liking to you.”

“I guess so. Uh, I’ll see you around, Iceman?”

“Most certainly, Daredevil.”

Amber rolled her eyes at her father not being as smooth as he would be and chuckled, “Ask for her number, daddy.”

All adults laughed at her comments and rolled their eyes, seeing how forwarded she was being today. To be fair, after the world-wind of a day Tom had his head wasn’t screwed on straight, so missed a stepped at being a flirt with his fellow pilots.

He gave his daughter a pointed look and chuckled, “I was just getting to that, sweetheart.” He continued looking at the brunette with his signature smile and added, “Can I have your number, beautiful?”

Hazel chuckled doubling over with a hand on her chest, still taking in the young girl’s forwardness as if it was the most obvious answer. It took her a moment before she replied with a darling smile, biting her bottom lip, “Yes. Yes you may.”

Without a second later, Hazel ripped a piece a index card from Viper’s desk and wrote down her number, handing it to Tom who grinned thanking her. The two talked for another half minute about whatever nonsense that came to mind, with a mention of a date next Friday if they’re both available and then some. Viper chuckled clearing his throat, as much as he loved seeing two pilots creating a connection, he knew time is money and he had meetings to get to today.

Both the blonde and brunette nodding grinning as Ice took his daughter’s hand and once again thanked Viper, allowing him to return to his previous meetings Daredevil earlier. Hazel waved at the two blondes and took a seat once again where she sat originally.

———

As one could imagine, the rest of the day went as follows, Ice went to his final meeting of the day with Amber this time right beside him. She didn’t mind it all, rather enjoyed being in the room with all the high ranking people and the view of the office in general. Maverick intercepted the meeting to check up on his niece and wingman, glad to see two of favorite people in the building alright and well. Stinger glared at the short pilot twice and pointed for him to exit the door as soon as possible.

Once it over, the father daughter packed it up leaving the offices and headed to the tarmac to watch the planes in the air. Since he always carried an extra pair of sunglasses, he slipped the another one in her hand as she gladly put them on.

Tom scooped up Amber, pointing out the fliers pulling the moves then landing from the safe zone. There were moments of comfortable silence between the two of them and others of them suggesting what else they should do that day.

“How about McDonald’s?” Amber asked, as her father placed her once again on the ground.

He thought for a moment, considering the opinions of today’s action and shook his head, “Sorry, angel eyes. Not today, maybe some other time.”

“It’s okay. I understand..I’m sorry again daddy for running off.”

“I know you are sweetie and I just hope next time you know not to do something like that again.”

“Yes daddy. So no McDonald’s?”

“Nope. We have food at home, but we can past McDonald’s on the drive.”

Tom smirked watching her face, as her mouth opened for a moment then shut pouting. Seeing that it would furrow her brown and having her nose snitch up at that rather rude idea. He knew it was a little mean act, but it was something his grandfather did to him as a small punishment and to see if the fast food restaurant was really worth it.

After a moment, her face returned back to normal as she let out a dramatic sigh and nodded knowing it was somewhat fair trick to play on her. She even let out a smile, following her father out away from the tarmac and into the parking lot.

The drive home was pretty okay, since the music that played on the radio allowed for a gentle sound to release whatever negative thoughts and feelings from across the day, as they went out the window. And yes, they did past by McDonald’s on their way home.

Once they got home, both ate something and showered early, that’s when Tom had the actual talk he said he was going to do earlier that day. Not to get into any heavy detail, it a long 20 minutes of Tom’s eyes almost shifting to his Iceman persona every few minutes at how his emotions sorta bottled up in him while scolding Amber.

He didn’t scream or yell, keeping his voice neutral the whole time.

Telling how that what she did was very reckless, irresponsible, that it a worrisome situation on his part and she literally made a down right stupid decision. Saying something worse could’ve happened if she wasn’t careful. He gave his two sense on the matter and explained to her all the possibilities of what might’ve went wrong today. Things she could’ve done instead and so forth.

Amber tear up hearing her father and just nodded listening to him. He said that he understood why she did it, she felt annoyed and unheard. Plus, she’s a kid, so she doesn’t know any better than to just run away from the issue and stay in her thoughts. However he does say that he felt good that she realized what she did wrong and went back to find an adult.

Yes, he rather it was him but he really liked the fact that she at least went to Viper’s office. Because it was a trusted friend and honorary member of the family.

Due to Tom sitting on the couch with her as he talked, he rubbed her shoulder and handed her a tissue to wipe away those tears that rolled down her cheeks. Apologizing as well for his decisions and own actions today, knowing he messed up on his part since he should’ve stayed with her the whole entire time, instead of leaving her with Slider and the older pilots.

That he should’ve read the signs and taken time to give her his full attention or something. Amber didn’t blame him, as she given her moments to speak her mind as well onto her own feelings. She promised to not try to run away again and go to him if she feels some certain way. She asked if it possible to go flying like old times and he replied that one day they can. Telling her how he will definitely try his best to make time for her, listen to her own thoughts better and keep himself as in the loop as possible.

He gave her a squeeze and a kiss on her cheek, as the two stayed there just talking about punishments, the rules for the rest of the week and exceptions to be set soon. She leaned into his touch and nodded hearing him talking, to be honest even though he was telling her no tv for a week and among other things, his voice was rather relaxing. Hushing her worries about a few things as she softly smile.

Overall the afternoon went well, a few shed tears and a couple of moments just to hear the other person out was exactly what was needed.

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That’s what I got for the first fic of the year (this was supposed to come out last year but shhh 🤫). I hope y’all like it.

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The Criminal And The Princess IV

Grumpy!College!Eddie X Sunshine!Skater!Reader

Summary : the aftermath of billy and eddies fight, but who gets punished for it?

Word Count : 2.3k

Warnings : wrote at 4am, mentions of billy (he doesn’t appear), swearing, dad is an asshole again, talks of food issues, eddie fluff, cute friendship fluff.

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Eventhough dad had said I didn’t need to go into the rink this weekend, I knew the ice would clear my head after all the drama the night before.

There was barely anyone in, your dad’s office dark. Lacing my skates, I popped in my earphones, making my way to the ice, gliding along.

I practiced my spins, dad had mentioned they were sloppy too. Apparently my whole routine for regionals was, that’s why he’d pulled Yrene back in. She’d been on maternity leave.

The music took over and I ignore the few people around me, leaping, jumping, spinning. Again and again. I went through the whole routine, replaying the song over and over again - it was a good thing I loved Hozier.

The song built up as I went into a triple spin, breaking out and leaping into a lutz, making sure my arms and legs were straight enough. I sighed, too wobbly.

Coming to a halt, a bit of the ice kicking up under my blades as I did. Again, the whole thing again. The sweet sound of guitar began playing, then the man’s melodic voice filled my ears, “You know the distance never made a difference to me.”

It started slowly, gliding across the ice, a few gentle spins just to show off a little bit. Catching my the top of my blade in my hand, I spun around twice - that was better.

My layback spins were always pretty good, one of the moves I always found joy in watching mom do. Once again the song built up, a few axles and then a lutz, finally followed by a triple jump.

I landed with ease, gliding along the ice, a few more spins here and there, one again holding my skate in my hand making it level to my head and the leaning back slightly. That was much better.

The lights flickered, there he was. Chest heaving I skated over to the man, noting how grey he was beginning to be. “What are you doing here?” he asked.

“Needed to clear my head, what did you think?” Pulling out my earphones I popped them back in their case. “Better, still needs to be brilliant though. Work on your lutz.”

I hummed, biting the inside of my cheek, that was the closest thing to a compliment I’d get from the man. “Ah there you are! You’re late,” my father said to someone.

Turning my face scrunched in confusion, “Eddie?”

“You know this young man?” dad asked.

“Uh yeah, what are you doing here?” Eddie was about to explain when dad cut him off.

“Mr Munson took it upon himself to injure one of my best hockey players, therefore will be helping out around the rink until I think he’s made up for it.”

“Is this about Billy?” I turned to my father, instantly feeling angry. “Yes, how did you-“

“Dad it isn’t Eddies fault! Billy is a vile piece of work and you know it!”

“Eden,” I heard Eddie speak from behind me.

“And what punishment will Billy be getting?”

“Why should Billy be punished?” I let out a breathy laugh, “Oh I don’t know, maybe grabbing your daughter and threatening her?” The last part came out in a snap.

“What? He didn’t tell me that,” my dad said, almost untrusting in the way he did. “Of course he didn’t. He’s an arsehole.”

“Language Eden. I’ll talk to Billy again-“ I cut him off, “Talk to Steve, he was there. He’ll tell you.”

“Either way, in this college we don’t condone violence, Mr Munson, if you’ll follow me.”

“Will you talk to Steve?” I asked.

“Yes! Fine I will talk to him, I don’t understand why you’re so insisted in defending-“

“Finish that sentence I dare you.” His eyes widened at me, and I could feel Eddie tense behind me. “Practice your lutz Eden, I’ll see you for lunch tomorrow.”

“Yeah,” I grumbled, going back to the ice, not before throwing a sympathetic glance at Eddie. Once again I started the song, letting it take over, yet I felt myself shaking with anger.

Of course Billy made it out like Eddie was the bad guy - he was a real piece of work. Next time I see him I’m gonna shove my skate up his - oh shit time to jump.

Spinning three times, I landed again, gliding along, feeling the ice becoming more damaged with every one. I don’t know how long I was going for, but I must have listened to Unknown / Nth about 10 times.

Pulling out my earphones, I heard a clapping sound. Meeting chocolate eyes I couldn’t help smiling, skating over to him. Leaning on the side, he spoke, “You really are a princess on that ice, you’re incredible.”

My face burned, luckily it was so cold in the rink I could blame my maroon cheeks on that. “Thank you.”

“No worries. I think I’d break my neck if I did that spinny thing,” he laughed, “I dunno who I’m kidding I’d break my neck just walking on the ice.”

“You can’t skate?” The boy shook his head, I smiled when a few curls fell into his eyes, he blew them away with ease. Yet they fell back into the place they just were. “I can teach you.”

“I think your dad would-“

“Munson, I didn’t ask to have you here so you could distract my skaters,” my dad shouted from his office above. ‘His skaters’ not his daughter, wow.

“Oh shit sorry, yeah you’re practicing.”

“It’s okay, I’ve had enough for today anyway.” Sliding down the one of the gates to the rink I climbed up, sitting on a cold seat and took off my skates.

“I’m really sorry about this, what’s the old grouch got you doing?”

“Basic maintenance, cleaning and stuff.”

“That sucks.”

“It’s fine, I have to fit it around work for the next few weeks.”

“He’s acting like we’re in highschool,” I scoffed. “I do kinda feel like I am,” the boy chuckled. “I can stay and keep you company if you want?”

“Nah it’s okay, I think it’d just make Bennett mad.” I hummed, throwing my hoodie on and zipped up my bag. “Well are we still good for the library tomorrow?”

“Of course, I’ll meet you there at 3?”

“3,” I repeated, smiling, walking away from the boy. I made it to the door when I heard my dad’s voice again, “Munson get back to work.”

I couldn’t help but shake my head with laughter, what a sweet boy.

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The rest of my Saturday went uneventful, spending it with the girls, that was before Robin had to head out somewhere. “Anywhere nice?” I asked.

“Just uh .. meeting a friend.” She threw a jacket on, grabbing her phone and keys. “Steve? I thought he was working.”

“You guys and Steve aren’t my only friends, you know. I’ll see you guys later.”

Nancy called after her, making the girl stop with a questioning look. “Tell Vickie I said hi.” Robins face burned as she flipped us both off. “Oh my god!” I shouted, throwing myself back so my head way lay on Nancy’s lap.

“I know, you should have seen them last night. So cute. Anyways how was your night with Munson?”

“Good, we went to a diner called Benny’s.”

Nancy hummed, “Yeah I’ve been there with Jonathan, it’s nice.”

“Yeah, well we got milkshakes and then he walked me back.”

“I can’t believe your dad is punishing him for defending you.”

“That’s what happens when you go up against Billy Hargrove,” I rolled my eyes.

“Anyways, have you heard anything off your mom about Holly?” I asked.

“Mike did, said mom was shouting at him, then he kicked off at her. So he took Holly with him and they had a sleepover with Will and El at Joyce’s house.”

“That sucks, I’m sorry to say Nance but we really have shit dads.” She nodded, letting her fingers play with a piece of my hair. “You know my dad called me one of his skaters today.”

“Please can I hit him?”

“Get in line,” I laughed.

“Do you feel okay to eat with me today? We can make something together if you want.”

“You know that sounds fun, can we have those spicy chicken wraps?” She squealed, “God E, it’s like you can read my mind! I’ve been craving them for so long.”

“Craving? You’re not!” I sat up quickly, meaning that Nancy tugged the hair of mine in her hand. “God no! Jesus E, I’m due on!”

“I was kidding,” I laughed, running away as she went to hit me with a pillow.

It was always therapeutic to cook with Nancy, she never made me feel like I was any less because of my difficulties with food. Her and Robin were the best for that, along with Yrene.

“Did you get on okay with the milkshake?” Nancy asked, as she chopped up some veggies for our wraps. “Hm?” I looked up from chopping the chicken. “Well you don’t really like to drink them, especially around people you don’t know.”

Oh. I hadn’t even thought about that. I’d been laughing and learning so much about Eddie. Finding out that he lives with his Uncle, Wayne, and that he works at his garage a couple times a week. “Uh yeah it was fine.”

Nancy made a sound, I could hear the smile on her face. “What?” I asked.

“You um … just seem very comfortable around Eddie.”

“He’s a nice guy,” I shrugged.

“You shouted at your dad about him.”

I laughed loudly, “Yeah I did. Now, how are those veggies?”

“Done! I’ll grab some plates, you start making the wraps.”

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I woke up early on Sunday, showering and planning an appropriate outfit to wear one that dad wouldn’t moan at me for. Jeans and a knitted jumper would do. I sat on my bed, drying my hair, it was 10 so I had enough time.

“Hey,” Robin said, knocking the door before she popped her head round. “Hey!” I smiled at her through the mirror. She sat on my bed, making herself comfy against the dark green bedding.

“Cute outfit,” she smiled.

“Thanks, you’re very chipper. Good night with Vickie?” She bit her lower lip, trying to hide her grin. “Tell me everything right now!”

“We may have … kissed.” I screamed, calling for Nancy. “What?! What’s wrong!?” she shouted running into my room, only to be met by two large grins.

“This better be good because I almost had a heart attack.”

“Robin and Vickie kissed!” I said clasping my hands, hair drying long forgotten.

“Robin Carolin Buckley, you tell us everything right now!” Nancy said, squeezing next to me on the bed. Both of us looking expectantly at Robin.

“You’re meant to be meeting your dad, we can talk about it later,” The girl said. On that note my phone buzzed. Picking it up I couldn’t help rolling my eyes at the message.

Dad : Emergency meetings come up, have to cancel lunch.

Eden : Yeah it’s fine.

Not that he cares if it’s fine, because when does he ever care? “I’ve got nowhere to be until 3pm.” Nancy squeezed my hand. “Hey no being sad over shit dads, it’s time to hear about our wonderful friends love life.”

“So we went to a music store, they were open late having an open mic night for small indie artists. We were just stood there listening to this girl sing and she just … took my hand,” Robin couldn’t help the smile that broke out on her face.

“And then she just kinda kissed me. It was real sweet but so good,” she couldn’t help laughing as she fell back against my pillows, cheeks burning bright.

“Are you gonna go on another date?” Nancy asked. “Well she text me this!” Robin handed us her phone.

Vickie ��� : sorry for the early message, but I had a great time last night!

Vickie 🥰 : would you want to do it again sometime?

Robin 😚 : Hi! I had a great time too and yes i would love that.

Vickie 🥰 : well i’ll plan this date, are you free wednesday night?

“And you haven’t replied?” I said loudly.

“Well Wednesday nights are girls nights and I didn’t want to bail on you guys.”

“Robin if you don’t go I swear to god,” Nancy said sternly.

“Are you sure?” Me and Nancy looked at each other before saying in sync, “Yes!”

“Okay okay!” Quickly she text back confirming that she’d love to go out on Wednesday.

“Our babies growing up!” I cried, Nancy took me into her arms. “I’m literally older than you!” the girl said with a half serious face. “But now she’s got a love life, potentially a girlfriend, I’m so proud!”

“Oh shut up! What about you and Eddie, you’re having a study date later right?” she asked. “It’s not a study date! It’s just studying.”

“It’s a study date.”

“We’re studying James Hetfield, dunno how date like that’ll be.”

“Who?” Nancy asked.

“He’s from Metallica.”

“Oh Eddie loves those guys.”

“So I’ve heard,” I smiled.

“Oh my god!” Nancy said shaking me and Robin leaned over to clasp my hand. “What?”

“You like him!” Robin exclaimed.

“I’ve literally know him a week!”

“I knew Vickie for an hour and was figure out who’s last name sounds better when we get married.”

“Jesus Robin,” I laughed.

“Do you like him?” Nancy asked.

“I don’t know, come on I haven’t even really dated before. There was 2 relationship, one in highschool and one in middle school which doesn’t count - plus they lasted like 5 months combined.”

“It’s okay to not know. I just think it’s sweet you feel so comfortable around him,” Nancy smiled, squeezing me again in her arms. “Yes very sweet, now let’s leave her to get ready,” Robin pulled Nancy from my bed and out of the room.

Those girls were something else, but I wouldn’t have them any other way.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Writing Eden, Robin and Nancys friendship melts my heart 🫶🏻

taglist : @gnrquinn @flawiette @taylorswiftsloverfr @mygirlchaos @marvelcasey05 @ali-r3n @browneyes8288

let me know if you want to be added 🫶🏻

[gomzdrawfr]

[some oc rambles—maybe a new one!]

*Stares at my notes*

This was originally meant for my OC Raven, in an AU where an injury took her out of service—but the more I wrote it out and visualized everything, the more I realized I could turn this into a new OC instead.

Here’s the thing: I’m actually new to making OCs 😂 I mean, I do have little characters in my head, but Raven and Fish are my first real OCs that I’ve written down and made into something tangible, so this might be interesting and exciting!

Anyway, here’s some info:

- She has a pair of scars circling her wrists.

- Used to be a sniper but was forced to become a gunsmith/weapons specialist (designing, maintenance, repairing, customization), with maybe a dash of cyber-related stuff.

- Wears big circular reading glasses sometimes (to hide her visual impairment).

- Has a whole collection of trinkets; she loves making them from discarded items (keeps em neatly in boxes that she carves herself)

- Somewhat like Raven but without the cold demeanor—more of a nerdy look, chill and layback

- Black hair, wears a hat with goggles attached (not sure if there’s a specific name for this headwear).

- Owns a set of colored round-rimmed shades with a gradient tint (still deciding on the color since I haven’t picked her eye color yet).

- I also don’t know her name yet—LMAO I’ll think of a callsign (and yes it’s gonna be animal name adjacent)

- Pairing: …maybe Ghost… hehe.

♪( ´▽｀) Can’t wait to maybe draw em and brainstorm it when im more free

[corner-stories]

of axels, lutzes, and loops

Annie Leonhardt. Armin Arlert.

Daily Routines. Typical Toronto Traffic. Skating Lessons.

Figure Skating AU.

3422 words.

(ao3.)

Things are different now. Not just because they’ve made things official — years of awkwardly circling each other finally culminating into something — but because they’re no longer juniors. 

Nowadays the elements they perform have to match up to those who’ve been skating senior for years — whether it be Armin’s step sequence or Annie’s triple axel, Annie’s layback spin or Armin's signature quad toe—triple toe combination. Nowadays a popped lutz or salchow feels more heavy, more dire. Two-footed landings or spins that never seem to go beyond a level four seem to bring forth more consequences. 

But nonetheless, they find a way to carry on. 

Mornings are simple and straight forward — in which Annie hits the snooze button and proceeds to stare up at the ceiling thinking about how tired she is, all while Armin gently snores beside her. 

Armin only wakes after Annie gets out of bed and begins making coffee. He trudges into the kitchen just as she tosses pre-ground beans into the machine because she can’t be bothered to buy an actual grinder. Armin will make breakfast out of whatever they can find in their fridge as Annie tries to rub the remnants of sleep from her eyes. 

They chat as they work around each other, usually about shows they’ve watched, new restaurants they’d like to try, or whatever’s going on between the Leafs and the Canadiens now. They try not to discuss work, but on the cusp of the upcoming season the topic of their Grand Prix assignments is inevitable.

Armin’s tackling Skate America and the Grand Prix of Finland, competitions that will bring him to Lake Placid and Helsinki specifically. Meanwhile, Annie has Skate Canada and the Cup of China. While the former will only cost her a train ride to Montreal, the latter is bringing her all the way to Chongqing. As she stirs sugar into her coffee, she already dreads the inevitable plane ticket costs. 

The upside is that Skate Canada will give her an excuse to visit her hometown, to hop the river to Laval and visit her old man. Maybe even stroll by her childhood rink if she has the time. 

The two eat breakfast in silence before preparing for the rest of their day. Annie wonders just when she’ll find the time to clean her dirty skates as she loads them into her bag, the once white leather now covered in a medley of dark scuffs. In contrast, Armin packs a lot lighter, leaving his boots and roller bag in the closet as he slips a water bottle into his backpack.

The last thing Annie does before leaving the apartment is pour a hefty serving of coffee into her travel mug. Once that’s done she and Armin are both out the door. 

Throughout the brief elevator ride she sees her and Armin’s reflections in the mirrors on the walls. She takes note of certain things like his blond bangs obscuring the deadened look in his eyes or her usual bun looking particularly unruly.

They go their separate ways once the elevator reaches the lobby. Armin kisses Annie goodbye just after the door opens, pecking her cheek.

“I’ll see you later,” he says like a promise.

And as pressed-for-time as she is, Annie lets herself watch him until he disappears out the building’s front door. Once he’s gone she presses another button and lets the lift take her to the car park below.

The drive from Scarborough to North York is uneventful, Annie periodically sipping her coffee the whole way. By now the sun is just starting to rise, bringing the Toronto skyline into view so it can greet her like an old friend. 

Early-morning radio does little to keep her awake, so instead she lets her thoughts drift and ponder as to what Armin might be doing now. She can already imagine him on the crowded Toronto subway, sitting next to a stranger with his headphones jammed over his ears, listening to the music for this season’s programs. His commute to physio is accompanied by sweeter, more youthfully earnest excerpts of Mahler's Symphony No. 5.

Meanwhile she’s here, alone in her old Toyota as the sound of talk radio mixes with that of typical GTA traffic.

Things seem to change once she pulls into the rink’s parking lot. As she makes her way across the concrete, she is no longer concerned with her significant other, the ungodly hour, or just how long she’ll last until she needs more coffee. Instead her mind is preoccupied by thoughts of axels and lutzes and loops. 

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As to be expected, her session is difficult. Coach Zeke never holds back, managing to find the perfect balance between pushing her to her limits and keeping her from the point of utter exhaustion.

On top of her Grand Prix assignments, she has a few more Challenger events to attend. Third place at the Cranberry Cup is a much better result than both she and Zeke could have asked for, but even with Nebelhorn awaiting her in a week’s time there’s still plenty of work to be done. 

So she works on her loop, an element that she’s struggled with ever since she began jumping triples.

At least her lutz has never let her down, even on the days where she two-foots her triple axel landing or stumbles during a step sequence. As Annie glides across the rink, the ever-present Coach Zeke in the corner, she unfailingly finds her back outside edge and drives her toe pick into the ice, effortlessly propelling herself through the air and completing all three turns before landing.  

When she’s done running through all her planned jumps for both her programs, she meets Zeke at the edge of the ice and he gives his honest feedback. With him fully sold on her idea to have White Swan inspired short and a Black Swan inspired free, the biggest thing he grills her on is her combinations. 

As clean as her lutz is, Zeke is dead set on using her trickier triple lutz-triple salchow combo for the short, utilizing her more consistent triple lutz-triple toe in the latter half of the free. In regards to her triple axel, he deems the hardest jump as better off uncombined.

She listens and nods along, motivated by both the faith she has in her coach and by how unwilling she is to argue at this ungodly hour. 

By the end of the session Annie is exhausted and she’s not sure if it’s because her coffee hasn’t fully kicked in or because she fell on her salchow landing. She chugs what remains in her travel cup as she makes her way to the change room. 

She chats with Hitch as her fellow rinkmate stretches. Sprawled on the floor in a full split, Hitch very casually discusses how Annie should really consider switching from Coach Zeke to Coach Nile — her testament to the latter’s skill being how quickly her triple flip—double toeloop combo has been improving.

Annie listens, but only half-heartedly. As she unlaces her skates and takes in the noise of Hitch’s usual smalltalk, the only thing on her mind is how quickly she can find her next source of caffeine. 

She leaves the change room with her bag slung over her shoulder, passing Porco and Pieck on the way. The pairs skaters are currently using the rink’s hallway to practice one of their lifts, Porco’s hand on Pieck’s waist as he carries her into the air with one arm and effortlessly keeps her aloft.

“Morning, Annie!” Pieck greets in a chipper tone. 

Annie looks up to see her rinkmate literally looking down on her, the darker haired girl smirking playfully as her partner holds her in the air. 

“Morning,” Annie replies in a dull, tired voice. Even now her voice sounds gravely, as she's really had no good reason to speak until now. She continues to make her way towards the door. “See you later.”

The sun is fully in the sky by the time Annie gets back to her car. She sits in the driver’s seat as she checks her phone for the first time in a while, as Zeke’s ‘No-Phones-At-Practice’ rule has no exceptions. 

As to be expected, Armin had sent her multiple pictures of his day as if to document the whole thing — pictures of his physio clinic’s waiting room captioned with a joke about the vertebrae in his lower back, his second subway ride to York University’s campus, and the coffee he picked up somewhere in between. How Armin manages to juggle training and a biology degree has always eluded Annie, but then again she has very similar thoughts as to how he manages to land the majority of his quad combinations. 

Lunch at a nearby diner goes by in a flash, wherein Annie eats a chicken sandwich with small bites and scrolls aimlessly through her phone. Post-practice is usually when she browses the endless stream of brainrotting, algorithmically curated social media posts, anything to just feel something.

Annie peruses the various clips and pictures of her fellow figure skaters, not just the ones from the North York Skating Club.

The area ice dancers seem to be in good shape, judging by the clips and pictures posted by the main teams that train at her rink. On one hand, Mikasa and Jean have opted for a medley of Debussy’s works for their free dance, a perfect compliment to their more graceful and balletic way of skating. La Cathédrale Engloutie and Reflets Dans L'eau are not tunes Annie often sees in competition, but perhaps it’s fitting for such a team considering how often she’s heard commentators laud Mikasa and Jean for flowing free like water.

But on the other hand, Sasha and Connie have decided to show off clips of their campy rhythm dance as a prelude to the season, choreography Annie swears she's seen in her high school production of Grease. Apparently, this year’s theme of “50s, 60s, and 70s” felt like it was tailor made for Sasha and Connie.

The last clips Annie checks out are of Historia Reiss, whose recent coaching switch is proving to be fruitful. Her choice to move to Ottawa had shocked their little corner of Toronto, as many were convinced that training under Erwin Smith was fitting for her. But judging by the reel Historia skating in an unfamiliar rink and the ease of which she enters and exits her combined jumps, training under Nanaba Kaspar was one of the best choices she’s ever made. 

Annie tries not to think too hard about it as she exits the diner and finds her car again. She tries to enjoy the sun in the sky and not let footage of Historia’s impeccable triple lutz-triple flip combo haunt her for the rest of the day.

Physio goes by quickly as well, Dr. Rheinberger poking and prodding at Annie’s aching muscles like she’s a science experiment. Despite being praised for her soft knee bend, her right one in particular has been aching her ever since she began skating senior. Perhaps it’s a testament of age, despite Annie barely being 21. 

Dr. Rheinberger is a small, petite woman, just like Annie, but speaks with the attitude of someone twice her size. 

She asks if Annie's been doing all her recommended stretches — to which the skater can only reply with a “Yes,” “No,” or “Kinda.”

The sternness in Dr. Rheinberger’s eyes give Annie the impression that she’s being judged, but she tries not to take it personally.

Annie leaves the clinic with just enough time to make one more stop. The cafe next door is a familiar place where speakers play a constant setlist of steel-string jazz guitar. She buys enough coffee to refill her travel cup and a donut to help her refuel, a treat she nibbles on as she drives back to the rink.

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…

Not once did Annie see herself ever becoming a coach. Yet once afternoon rolls around she’s suddenly bracing herself to explain the ins and outs of crossovers, waltz jumps, and scratch spins. 

The whole thing had initially been Pieck’s idea, as her and Porco’s usual teaching gig had necessitated the help of another instructor. Apparently demand for youth skating lessons were at an all time high, as every child in the city seemed keen on chasing their dreams across the ice. Porco and Pieck decided to extend the opportunity to her. For what reason she didn’t know, but perhaps every other broke skater with rent due at the end of the month had better things to do than spend an afternoon chasing children around a dingy rink.

Regardless of how she actually got the job, twice a week children from all around the GTA will file into the North York Skating Club — some excited to be here, others not so much — and Annie will assist the lesson to the best of her abilities. 

It helps that Pieck and Porco do most of the talking, often greeting the parents and children with a smile and even helping the little ones pull on their rental skates. It leaves Annie free to chug the rest of her late afternoon coffee before lacing up her dirty-ass boots yet again.

Today Annie works alongside a student named Zofia Zawisza, who resembles Annie in both the shade of her eyes and the shape of her nose, of all things. She is only slightly shorter than Annie despite being half her age, a fact that Annie tries not to let bother her.

Instead she focuses on helping Zofia through her jumps — the girl has a solid single toeloop and salchow, but seems to struggle with her loop, lutz, and flip.

Annie will never admit it, but Zofia happens to be one of her favourite kids to teach, mainly because the younger girl seems genuinely interested in proper technique, as opposed to spending the afternoon causing chaos on the rink. She appears to actually listen to Annie's explanations as to why a deep lutz edge is so important.

In contrast, Porco and Pieck are preoccupied with the rest of the class. Porco makes good use of his pairs skater muscles by picking Falco Grice off the ice, dusting snow off the kid’s knees in the aftermath of yet another failed toeloop. Meanwhile, Pieck is chasing little Gabi Braun down the rink and trying to keep her with the rest of the class.

Considering that school has started up again, Annie isn’t surprised to see certain students in dire need to burn off their pent-up energy. It reminds her of how she was at that age, wherein the endless hours she’d spend at a little classroom in Laval could only be tolerated by the promise of rink time in the afternoon — back then she lived to skate slightly more than she skated to live. And even if the pain of failed toeloops were particularly gruelling, she could usually force herself to the end by the promise of a shitty, watered-down hot cocoa from the concession stand.

Memories of her past fade as Zofia attempts another jump, which she technically lands but not without touching her hand to the ice. The entrance is good with a noticeable back outside edge, but the exit could use some work. Nonetheless, Annie skates over and helps Zofia up, assuring her that she’s on her way to a solid lutz. 

Before Annie knows it her ninety minutes of playing coach ends. Soon the parents of the students are either filing back into the rink or getting up from the stands after having watched the lesson from the start. Soon Gabi is leaping off the ice and Falco is awkwardly following. Soon Annie’s telling Zofia to keep practicing off-ice and that she’ll see them next week. 

The instructors follow the children as they move off the rink and into the changing area, where their parents kneel on the ground to help them out of their ill-fitting rental skates or hug them after an excellent lesson.

Annie ends up sitting in a corner of the space with Pieck and Porco, who are inevitably as exhausted as she is after a long day of training, physio, and attempting to earn an honest dollar in the expensive sport of figure skating. 

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1st PASS COMPLETE

The sun begins to set as Annie drives home. Even now she can already sense the days getting shorter, a sign that the remnants of summer will soon disappear and in its place will be fall and winter. Sleep plagues her eyes as she arrives at Scarborough — passing things like the Thai restaurant she and Armin frequent and the cafe they habitually grab croissants from every weekend. 

The next few moments go by in a blur, in which the most prominent thought in her mind is whether there’s still some leftover pad see ew in the fridge. She drives into her building's parking garate and pulls into a vacant spot. She grabs her needlessly heavy bag from the car and finds the elevator. The aging duffle filled with her skates and extra sweaters feels heavier than when she packed it this morning. 

The elevator ride is slow and through it all Annie lacks the energy to even look at herself in the mirror on the wall. She gets to her floor and walks to her unit, the strap of her bag digging uncomfortably into her shoulder. 

Upon opening the door she is greeted by many things — like the darkening Toronto skyline just outside her window, the fancy rug her father gifted her as a housewarming present, and the scent of Armin’s cooking wafting through the apartment. 

As Annie sets her bag down and drops her keys in the bowl, the sound of Armin’s voice enters the space.

“Hey!” 

“Hi,” she replies, not even bothering to hide her exhaustion at this point. She removes her coat, shoes, and bag and puts them all in the closet. She gets a glimpse of her dirty skates as she closes the door, promising that one day she’ll clean them even if the day is not today. 

With her now-empty travel coffee cup in hand, she walks towards the kitchen. 

Standing by the stove, Armin is making what appears to be shrimp scampi seasoned with garlic, parsley, and a squeeze of lemon. He seasons the meal with the same kind of dramatic flair she’s seen in the cooking shows he loves so much. 

“Hungry?”

“Not really,” Annie says as she places her empty coffee cup into the dishwasher. “I’m gonna shower.” 

Armin nods. “I’ll save you some.”

“Thank you.”

A hot, lengthy shower soothes her aching muscles, wherein she washes her hair and runs handfuls of suds over her body. Once she’s done she steps out, dries off, and rubs rose-scented lotion into her skin. Leaving her hair to air dry, she pulls a bathrobe over her frame and exits the bathroom. As she walks to the bedroom she sees Armin settling on the couch for the night, kicking his feet up on the ottoman as yet another cooking show plays on TV.

In the bedroom she changes into sweat pants and an old hoodie she had been gifted years ago, a garment she had picked up at her first Junior Grand Prix Final. It’s always amused her that the old bronze medal she won as a fourteen-year-old now resides in some drawer at her father’s house, yet the free sweater she’d been handed has stayed with her even to this day. 

Annie yawns as she returns to the living room, making her way to the couch. She plops herself right next to Armin, easily settling her head on his shoulders as she sighs against his touch. A part of her had missed him all day, a part that only came out when she wasn’t twizzling across the ice or explaining the mechanics behind a loop jump.

On instinct Armin puts his arm around her, holding Annie even closer as he watches footage of a woman in a picturesque French country kitchen cooking pasta with an ungodly amount of olive oil.

“The shrimp’s still in the kitchen if you want it,” Armin offers, his voice a gentle whisper. 

Annie shakes her head, instead opting to close her eyes and breathe out. She relaxes for what feels like the first time today. 

Despite everything that lies ahead of them — more early morning sessions, more Challenger competitions, and their looming Grand Prix assignments — the rest of their evening continues in peace.

[mhedusard]

Five Reason why YOU🫵 should play fly forever Loving you 2

First of all what's Fly forever Loving you 2 ?

Fly is an indie otome game where your character will enter in 11th grade at the Hummingbird Highschool and where you'll eventualy find love and discover some hidden secret along the way.

It's a sequel of another game of the creator who found that the first lacked of constancy. You Can play the 2 without having to play the First since the important plot point are reminded (but I personally recomend you to try the first since it's still very enjoyable and you'll understand the story better).

Reason number one: custom your character

You Can chose your,apparence, pronouns and customize your character.

Reason number 2: Choose your best Friend

A recent update grant you the possibility to chose who is your best Friend between two character:Rachelle and Nabil.

Rachelle is your default best Friend since Fly 1 she's a Sunny girl who is determined to help you find love

Nabil is a funny and layback Guy with a baffling Bad Luck.

Reason number 3: Awesomes love interest

In this game you have 8 love interest.

(I'm going to présent them from left to right for first Line and same sens for the second.)

-Evan is a shy and reserved but nice guy passioned of litterature.However he seems to have some family trouble lately.He's Rachelle's best Friend.

-Josh is the guitarist of Nuggets on the run a group that he created with his brother Ben and Friend Beatrice. He's an Honest Guy who don't like drama.

-Juliette is the pianist of Nuggets on the run and an artist to the core.She's a very sensible girl who has been bullying last year partly because of the fact she's lesbian. (It's one of the main story Line of Fly 1).

-Kanan is an activist whose everyday life turn around making the World better in term of ecologie and politics. This made him gain the Title of kill joy by some of his peers.

Kanan and Juliette are both exclusive love interest: if you Choose the girl apparence you Can date Juliette and if you Choose the boy one you Can date Kanan.

-Clement is Rachelle's and Evan's best Friend. He's a flirty Guy with a hight self-esteem. He's still a lovely and comic person.

-Thomas a Guy who likes to act all mysterious and with who you share the custody of a cat named Java.He work at the Highschool despite being only 19/18.

-Mélanie is your local Mean girl who's a lot more tolerable than last year.She still likes to throw uncalled mockeries at you.

-Dahn is an ex star player of the Best basketball Highschool team of France who decided to change School and to go to Hummingbird.He's a sociable Guy who seems to blend in easely.

-Laurène is a very strong girl and Juliette's best Friend.She's serious and much more mature than most of adults.You Can have truth her without any worry.

Reason number 4: a beautiful story with gorgeous illustrations

While the setting of the story is not revolutionary some episodes genuetly made me gasp especialy for the episode 8 who spoke about revenge porn.The characters feel very humans(for the better and worst).

Reason number 5: HER

This is Candice Mc's best Friend until they move out and I love her so much. Part of it because of a side story that made me relate to her.

If this post convince you to give this game a try you should keep two things mind:

-This game is 100% french and there is not translation from what I know.

-Ajeb the creator of the game do all the sprites, illustrations,coding and writing alone so the update of episodes are slow but there is some special épisode who are disponible !

Side note: you Can download this for free on your computer/laptop and phone (it's not disponible for IOS thought)

[lines-on-ice]

Fics Masterlist

Works list on AO3 :

https://archiveofourown.org/users/Naelia/works

Yuri!!! On Ice Fandom :

Completed :

Dance the Night Away :

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59849539

Sara has a surprise for her girlfriend that she won't spoil for anyone - not even you ;)

Inspired byBlended-ice 's art - see Begginning notes

The Chocolate Guy : https://archiveofourown.org/works/45342445

""I can't wait to see next season, I bet he has so many surprises in store…"

Yuuri is now finishing up the Chantilly, and setting it to cool, closing the refrigerator with a dreamy sigh that doesn’t escape Phichit’s notice. He smirks, pulling out his phone while asking:

"Speaking of the next season of 'The Chocolate School'... On a scale from one to 'I'm packing my bags right now', how much would you like to be in it?"

----

Viktor Nikiforov is The Chocolate Guy, undisputed ruler of the pastry world, Chocolatier Extraordinaire and Yuuri's inspiration. But it is one thing to emulate his idol's creations in his own kitchen, and a whole other deal to end up meeting him in person participating in his TV show..."

Our Melody : https://archiveofourown.org/works/43290984

"He hears a bright note, then another. He hears them again, the same two notes, as he is entering a layback spin, and even in dreaming, he smiles. He knows what it means.

-

An AU where soulmates hear the same music in their heads. An AU where Victor is notoriously Tune Deaf and can't hear anything like that."

Magic in the Air : https://archiveofourown.org/works/45095416

"Yuri snorts, taking the wooden spoon out of the caldron and waving his hand to magic out the flames under the recipient. Viktor is already disposing the glass vials next to it, ready to be filled with tonight’s potion.

“Yeah, right. You don’t like this house, Viktor, you just like the neighbor. You’re always flirting with him. And that’s disgusting, by the way, stop it.”

An AU starting at Halloween and ending on Valentine's day. The best stories are made of magic, aren't they?"

[Explicit] Stinging Rain : https://archiveofourown.org/works/47901193

""Color, Vitya?”

The sub turns his neck this way and that to relieve some of the tension. Next thing will be new, something they’ve been discussing lately and something Viktor is very curious to try. Anticipation makes his skin prickle and he nods swiftly:

“Green. Very green.”

A hand under his skull lifts his head up and soft lips press to his own, before Yuuri murmurs against them.

“Good.”

Or: Victor and Yuuri celebrate Pride discovering New Kinks.

For Yuri on the Web Discord Pride Event 2023 - Contains exclusive fan art."

Queen Mila, Driver of Passion : https://archiveofourown.org/works/49831387

""The Queen once again turned her attention to the roses she had been sitting next to. The vibrant purple of their petals was the exact same shade of her lover’s eyes, and Oh! How she longed for her sweet embrace."

Mila, Queen of the Kingdom of Hearts, is the Driver of Passion. Yet, her own passion has taken over her heart and she now longs for the One She Loves...

For the Yuri On Cards collaboration"

Knight Sara, Borrower of Sorrow : https://archiveofourown.org/works/49831570

"Unthinkingly, her hand reached out to the Red Rose that adorned her dark hair. Her fingers traced every petal in a well-practiced manner.

Sara is the Knight of Sorrows, destined to fight other's sorrows, but could she still find happiness?

For the Yuri On Cards collaboration"

Until My Feet Bleeds And My Heart Aches - Official French Translation : https://archiveofourown.org/works/11333628

Ongoing :

You Are The Star I Am Dancing For : https://archiveofourown.org/works/51452398

"Yuuri sighs and locks his phone to put it back in his pocket. He really doesn’t like that his friend seems to worry more about his reaction to last week’s debacle than about the incident itself. Since Monday night, Phichit simply act as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened, remaining his bouncy chipper self, eager to dance whatever it is they have to dance to this week, and every bit as confident in their ability as the first day they met and he had declared in front of the camera that he couldn’t have had a better partner to win this thing.

How Yuuri hates having let him down so thoroughly…

“We were almost eliminated, Phichit.”

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A Dancing With The Stars AU where some characters are still skaters but others are pro dancers... Yuuri gets to compete with Victor! Hop in to see how it goes...

The fic is rated Explicit for a smut chapter that will come (very) later on and will be fully signaled in the previous chapter. If any other adulty content happens (again, in later chapter) it will be fully signaled in beginning notes and in the chapter itself to be skipped.

Contains original ART by YOI artists!

- Updates Monthly-ish -"

Write Me In C Major - Official French Translation : https://archiveofourown.org/works/11722560 - hiatus from original author

[edgecallskating]

Entry number 2 in my ongoing but sporadic series, Layback Spins of Note: Karen Chen!

[seoul-italybts]

[✎ TESTO ♫ ITA] Skool Luv Affair - BTS⠸ ❛ Where You From ❜⠸ 12.02.14

[✎ TESTO ♫ ITA] BTS

❛ Where You From ❜

어디에서 왔는지

🏫💕 Da dove sei spuntata? 🔔📚

__💿Skool Luv Affair , 12. 02. 2014

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Prodotta da: Layback Sound Scritta da: CREAM, Hangyeol, RM, j-hope, SUGA

Ragazza, da dove spunti fuori?

Sei bella, davvero chic, ora dove vai?

Quanti anni hai, sei una nuna¹?

Ah, no? Allora sono un tuo oppa²

(sei fantastica) il tuo viso è piccolo e carino

Sei una boccata d'aria, fresca come un'insalata, davvero aggraziata

Hai già mangiato? Non è che ci sto provando

Ti va di andare a berci un caffè? Ti piace il caffè?

Occhi carini, naso carino, ah, sei così bella

Già solo guardarti mi rende felice

Ah, ma da dove arrivi? Con quel bel visino,

Mi hai colpito il cuore con la tua freccia di Cupido

Ah, comunque, sei proprio bella

Qualunque ragazzo non potrebbe che esclamare, dopo averti vista

Prima che qualcun altro ti porti via, dovrei farmi avanti e conquistarti

Mi conviene farti mia³ prima di tutti gli altri

Da dove sei spuntata? Non vuoi dirmi il tuo nome? Sono davvero curioso Muoio dalla voglia di saperlo Da dove sei spuntata? Non vuoi dirmi il tuo nome? Oh, sono così curioso Muoio dalla voglia di saperlo

Anche se io sono di Busan e tu vieni da Gwangju

Non c'è molta differenza tra noi

Da Seoul all'isola di Jeju

Tutti amano, sai

Smettila di fare la preziosa se non vuoi essere sgridata⁴

Non farmi arrabbiare o cambierò idea

Quel tizio è così infantile, ti comporti così per colpa sua?

Se dici che lo preferisci a me, come faccio a non prendermela?

Ragazza, starai scherzando? Ma non vedi?

Il mondo è pieno di ragazzi come Hoseok, così comune

Hey, sul serio, quel tizio è così pieno di sé

Il mio cuore è tuo, vedo solo te

Oh cavolo, ma guardate cosa mi fa questa ragazza

Proprio non scherza, miseria!

Se continui così, mi manderai su di giri, il cuore fremente

Le mani tremanti, mi toglierai il respiro

Aspetta, ora ti piaccio? Anche tu lo senti senti, eh?

Ora anche il tuo cuore è pieno di Hoseokie Hoseokie

Ah, dopotutto, sei attratta dai ragazzi della Jeolla-do

Aspetta, di dove che sei, hai detto?

Da dove sei spuntata? Non vuoi dirmi il tuo nome? Sono davvero curioso Muoio dalla voglia di saperlo Da dove sei spuntata? Non vuoi dirmi il tuo nome? Oh, sono così curioso Muoio dalla voglia di saperlo

Anche mi dicessi che vieni dalla luna o una stella,

Non importa

Noi due siamo uguali

Sei una tipa a posto

Anche io sono un ragazzo parecchio tosto

Non possiamo che amare

Sì, io mi sto già innamorando

Da dove sei spuntata? Non vuoi dirmi il tuo nome? Sono davvero curioso Muoio dalla voglia di saperlo Da dove sei spuntata? Non vuoi dirmi il tuo nome? Oh, sono così curioso Muoio dalla voglia di saperlo

Anche se io sono di Busan e tu vieni da Gwangju

Non c'è molta differenza tra noi

Da Seoul all'isola di Jeju

Tutti amano, sai

Note:

¹ 누나 (nuna) è un appellativo/onorifico coreano che viene usato da ragazzi nei confronti di donne più grandi. Può indicare una sorella maggiore ma anche una donna con cui si è in rapporti stretti di amicizia, affetto o amore,

² 오빠 (Oppa): versione maschile di 누나 (nuna). Similmente, viene usato da ragazze con uomini più grandi, che possono essere fratelli maggiori o anche uomini con cui si hanno rapporti stretti d'amicizia, affetto o amore,

³ In originale, viene usato 깨물다 (mordere). È comunemente inteso in modo affettuoso per enfatizzare quanto si trovi tenero qualcuno o qualcosa, specialmente in relazione a bimbi o persone più giovani e pacioccose. Ad es: “아기가 너무 귀여워서 볼을 깨물어버리고 싶어” / “È una bimba talmente carina che le morderei le guanciotte”,

⁴ In originale, "궁디를 주차뿌기 전에 / Prima che ti tiri un calcio nel sedere": Si tratta di una battuta in dialetto (satoori) resa popolare da un comico in uno show del 2012 (궁디를 주 차삐까? / Vuoi che ti tiri un calcio nel sedere?). Nonostante suoni un po' violenta come espressione, in realtà il senso è fondamentalmente buffo e più generale, del tipo "vuoi una bella sgridata?", n.d.t.

⠸ ita : © Seoul_ItalyBTS | eng:  © doolsetbangtan © BTS_Trans⠸

[amcfilmmaking]

Better Safe Than Sorry Sound Design week 2 - 14/04/25 - 24/04/25

This second week I focused on creating the score and adding plug-in effects as well as automation and polishing the sound design.

For the score I focused on using the previously established sound design and distoring them through pitch modulation plug ins and reverb with D-verb and then repeating them to create rhythms and motifs throughout the film to convey Louise's paranoia. Within the final scene I make use of repetitive walkie talkie interferences and distorted cars passing at high speeds to create a sense of anxiety which I think was effective in building intensity. For both sound design and score I used pitch modulation, EQ-7 band and D-verb plug ins. For instrumentation like drones etc I picked instruments on xpand! and pitched them down to the point where it was pure bass notes that didn't sound like intruments anymore, distorting the sound completely. The instruments I used were the triangle, subsonic and fretless bass to achieve the driving force to the sound track which repeat at various points of the film.

As for the automation, the second scene is most likely the heaviest for automation as I wanted Louise's hearing to be distorted after she got hit by the car to add to her confusion and disorientation. To do this I automated low pass frequencies in the EQ-7 band and tightening the Q knob, and then I would simply write the automation up and down to create a muffled affect that would distort which I think was effective in heightening Louise's paranoia.

After track lay was finalised, Plug-ins were added and automation was complete all that was left was to mix everything up to the appropriate levels. I knew I wanted the first scene to be the most impactful as everything kicks off and so I boosted the sound of the helicopter that passes as Lousie opens the window, to create sudden intensity and drive.

After I polished off the levels and was happy with everything, all I had left to do was add the WLM plug-in to the master fader to make sure that the LUFS hit -23 dB so that it would be an appropriate volume for viewing.

With that Blue Monday was completed and ready for layback to Ben for credits!

[autumndreami]

More Notes :

◇I like little to no friend please. I am busy with lot thing my job, my business, exams and homework etc to point can't no longer speak to people. 😵‍💫

Small talk is ok like I like your story or fiction or etc

I used this blog for relaxing time :)

◇You may not ask me to law of attraction you anything - it just art skill I am working on my avi character, ocs, story. O.o

I can do vision guide message which mixed of my loa character in it. it part of my intuition want put a want message out there.

Maomao from The Apothecary Diaries what autistic savant geek look like. Yes we exist, She autistic advocate help community we exist. Often we love science and knowledge , solved thing like mad scientist and detective. Which I be view as mad scienceist too.

Another one is Geek Girl which get into world geek mind who love fashion and become a model.

Not only that we be feminine beautiful in sophisticated and romantic way and plan looking and layback style. Which yes autistic people can be sophisticated and refined it the lack of education we have taste and style. Lmao

◇ No Can you be skeptic over me please. You been seduction by my charm aura if I was after you. Move little on new born spirit :)

◇ I am autistic advocate who a lightworker raise awareness to the autism community we have talent, skill, artist, geek mind, savant, start seed, even being psychic and gifted, amazing mind. There lack of education out there for autistic community we have amazing mind. I made my goals to help community. You not alone :)

◇I set this blog for more mature classic autistic which I love poetry, poem, sophisticated ( none luxury way ) and simplicity, refined and classic art, romanticist, het spicy romance, savant / geek autistic. To show representation we have classic and romantic taste.

Oh yes I told i am flirt with with people with my romantic and sophistication side, because autistic people are not known to have sophisticated and romantic side because of lack of education on us. It even worse when said I can do law of attraction and I am gifted. Everyone is under love bomb spell by me 🥰 9 people who spying on me on here have higher level of erotomania toward me.

Hmmm might do with i born under venus......it love planet after all. It my fault :/ I might have love magnet at my side ....🤔🧐

◇ One main reason why I love Yoshino and Mahiro their fashion in first season was huge hint to me, they have erotic & poetic vibes and looks, next to their relationship play major roles, plot and end of the world setting, and music. Headcanon idea for Mahiro and Yoshino - Link Click great music, great character art, dramatic story, and plot, interesting male fashion. 

◇ Yuki and Oushi they have beautiful aesthetic & romantic vibes: Oushi is handsome with tight pants and green colors, green eyes, sexy black hair, his deep voice. Yuki with her pink hair, lovely lips, pink soft colors, looking romantically and mature.

Both are adult in college, both them have erotic and poetic theme going on, there also floral colors theme - Pink flower to it Green leaf and stem. It has deep represent behind it Oushi has Yuki back for her safeness and support. They have sorrow, sweet and spicy vibes with each other. This why i am obsession over it. What mystery hold on until them in future chapter ( haha i got small spoiled so badly, dont ask me for spoiled please!! ).

◇I know have mother vibes, so if want to be friends with me i can be motherly in nature good and bad.

◇Sorry I don't date girls at all. :/

◇ I known as lightworker I don't talk about new age on here, maybe once while. I talk about lack education that missing out there from health, to being mature for age, fashion, dating, etc. nothing special about me. At same time this blog is layback blog I often talk about spicy romance, anime, art, etc

Don't be friends with me just because I am lightworker. I really dont want friends on here. I have crazy busy life outside this blog. I used this blog for layback style. If have issue with me talk to me Instead of child game.

◇Second lead syndrome is fun I have addiction to tragically romance

◇You have be 18 over to be my friends and visit my blog. I post lot smut and ero context of my ships.

◇Mocking, scared me, copying and mirroring me just get truth out of me if I am legit or not. That not how it works. Yeah I know you better at that. Etiquette and Mannerism is key to get know real me.

And smile more often it not end of the world

[causeyousleeponyourside]

glaswegianightlifer

write (concerning) be all when you, you, the fucking pang can’t hardlystay/

gospel up in strangers baroque herding grovelled forefront/trainee

Stood up at the club.

Stood by your feet, a second Cain//

Babe, I cannot seem to find my Abel.

can feel the rays steering the sill impermanent for the gift cards lay still undressed/

hoaxed up with a bride, but

You’re next door in your nightgownfleece.

Thought of calling you through.

Thought of/

cross legged on the street took note a coaxed supplier burning meadow run until the west end, losing him and his freshsling.

the prone age shone a separate shade, dropped me off and split the fair.

I hope you’re too layback\\

concessionaire

[erikavixen-sl]

Cloudy w/ a Change of Pups

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[sesmantelar]

about to finish the onboarding process for one of the agencies close to home. then I will work on my paper for this class. I finished reading Please Look After Mom and I cried so so hard at this book. 10/10. or maybe I just feel every good book I read is a /10. I won't know unless I keep reading more books - forever in the pursuit of joy, deep emotion and knowledge. I'm very close to finishing Outofshapeworthlessloser and I believe I am over half way through Attached. Once I finish Attached, I will have to find a way to take notes or something though. All of these books I'm reading are beneficial to me and my mental health and I can feel concepts finally started to solidify/make sense. but to bring it all together, I really want it in one centralized location you know? If only I had all of my days free. I would be able to get so much more of what I strongly desire accomplished. but my life will be that way in my 30s, which are fast approaching. im struggling to get in the habit and mood of studying for school. I need to remember the commitment of doing a class every 1.5 weeks. this gives me 3 more days to finish this class. so far it's not hard, but my brain seems to want to shut down when it comes to academic reading vs reading for pleasure. This week I will decide on a final plan that I must stick to for my nose job. I am three weeks away if I stick with this date. it's insane and the time is only going to fly even faster but that's exactly why I need to commit and stand ten toes down on my final decision. I guess the underlying theme of this week is always standing ten toes down on every decision I make. I'm learning my layback spin and despite me being in my expected summer figure skating slump (the period in which my routine feels mundane and boring and my skating seems to suffer only for it to come back better and stronger). When I am centering the spin, sometimes I don't fully commit to standing straight on my left leg. when I do, it tends to land on the spinning spot much better. but this solid foundation and commitment to holding steady is absolutely necessary in order to then assume the layback position. im still learning, and I'm nowhere near leaned all the way back, but I have found that when I fully stand straight, engage my quads/posteriorchain/fully activate all my muscles to hold the hip forward position - the flex of my right foot and the lean back - the spin force catches me and I am able to hold at least three revolutions. I know what I want and im chasing it. and im standing ten toes down on my future decisions. gorgeous nj and glow this summer. insane body recomposition. long thick healthy 4a hair. always manicured. financially free. remote income of 10k after taxes without nursing involved. art and harpist as valid sources of income. based in Zurich or any other Swiss city I fall in love with. data analysis degree by 25. masters acceptance, visa and tuition by next summer. completely out of debt in two years. gold level figure skater in freestyle and dance.

[maxbrodbeckfilmblog]

The Man who Fell in Love with the Sky: Score

I wrote the score for The Man who Fell in Love with the Sky. It was our intention to have a score from early in the process, as we thought that the childish, fable-esque narrative lended itself to motifs and music to help embellish the tone created in the visuals. I am an experienced composer and have written the scores for several short films.

The pacing of the scenes was edited with score in mind, and we made a decision to begin the score after the edit was completed, so that I could more precisely write music to the beats of the action, rather than having to try and time the action to the music, which in this case wouldn’t have worked due to how little freedom Davide had with extending shot timings.

I had a meeting with Ivan on the day of picture lock, where we went through the film and picked specific moments where music was required to enhance the scenes. We decided to take our main inspiration from animated Japanese films, as they were a big part of our visual inspiration and fit the tone we were aiming for. I made notes on the timestamps and we came up with references for each area based off existing pieces of music.

I had a meeting with Gaby straight after, where I went through the exact areas of the film which would include music, with a description of the intended timbre of each sequence.

Some of my main references were…

The Boy and the Heron (Miyazaki, 2023)

The Wind Rises (Miyazaki, 2013)

When Marnie Was There (Yonebayashi, 2014)

The work of Ichiko Aoba

The work of Hikaru Shirosu

I began writing the score on the evening of picture lock, and completed a first draft for the sound department to use as a template to design around 1 1/2 days later, early in their process. I delivered a second draft of the score a week later. I did a third draft of the score for 2 days before layback, and exported stems so that Gaby had freedom to mix it into her sound design more precisely, highlighting open frequencies and altering overlapping ones.

The pieces I wrote were arranged for solo piano, accompanied by a string section of Solo Violin, Violin I, Violin II, Violincello & Double Bass, as well as a Vibraphone, Harp and Flute. The harp and flute have been cut for the final film, as they overlapped with the role of the design, and came off as goofy in the mix. The main theme is a piano waltz, which exaggerates the romantic melancholic tone, and is light and spacious as the film requires based off its themes. I wrote underscore for the interior scenes, which helps with the pacing and flow of the film and is a little quicker and more inspiring and creative, as is the action. The music I wrote for the final scenes went through the most alterations, and I am not happy with the result as it stands. It is something I’d love to return to after the crit, as I don’t feel like I’ve had enough time to make it to the best of my ability. The dark undertones of the dissonances in the score leans the ending too heavily towards the suicide interpretation, which we want to be more ambiguous and balanced, so needs to be brightened and toned down.

Overall I think the score adds a lot to the film. I had a great time writing it and I believe it helps with personifying the sky and emphasising Arthur’s emotions in each scene.