Hiya. Confession: So I took a long break from tumblr because it was taking over my life but I’m back now because Bucky. Obviously. I’ve mostly been writing fiction the past few years, but this is my VERY FIRST dipped toe into fiction of the “fan” variety. This story was running through my head ALL day at work yesterday so I had to get it out. I was brought back to writing from all the awesome (Y/N) x Bucky blogs I’ve been reading, devouring entire Master lists in fact. (Ahem, @squishybucky@writingruna and @imaginingbucky. Still making my way through @you-and-bucky ‘s list and I’m loving it!)
I’m still learning this new form of writing, so please be kind but helpful tips are welcome! I pretty much wrote it last night from top to bottom with very little editing, but mostly I’m posting now before I lose my nerve. :D This story is loosely based on my life experience when I fell hard for a guy, wishing I could’ve been as bold as the reader is.
Summary: Reader is 26 years old training with the avengers. She is slightly accident prone with a sheltered background, resulting in aversion to swearing. No verbal filter and says most things without thinking. She gets creative with curse words. First meeting and developing feelings for Bucky.
Warnings: none? Mostly Fluff with a little heat at the end. :) I can’t handle pretty much any smut without dying of embarrassment. :)
“Nice try, Hawk, but you’re about to eat mat, mother trucker!”
You had no verbal filter. Everyone on the team knew that. After almost a year of training together, they were used to your bizarre outbursts and ridiculous exclamations. However, you grew up in a very religious, uptight household and despite distancing yourself from those beliefs years ago, old habits held strong. Such as your inability to curse like a normal person. Any response to excitement, pain, surprise, or fear resulted in a random phrase that usually began with the first syllable of the intended word.
“Kick his asteroid, Nat!”
The redhead rolled her eyes, but kept focus and had Clint on the mat in seconds.
You pumped your fists in the air with a triumphant yell, then approaching the mat in anticipation of your own sparring match. All training focus had dissolved, however, as the gym doors opened revealing Steve and a dark-haired stranger. Curiosity peaked as you joined the welcome crowd approaching the newcomer. Shoulder-length hair covered his down-turned face, but the glint of a silver hand not covered by his left jacket sleeve explained all.
my thoughts on 5x20 (and why it’s better than 3x20)
WOW. I woke up, the sun was shining, my skin was clear, Olicity is rising and Arrow is back on top again. GOD BLESS.
So I’m doing something different with this recap. Normally I just give bullet-point impressions of the ep. Today I’m doing bullet-point reasons of why I think this ep is better than 3x20. If you know me, then you know that 3x20 has long been my favorite Arrow episode. I had severe doubts that 5x20 could top it. Even when the spoilers started coming out. But then I saw 5x20.
This episode had THRILLS.
The way it started, with Felicity on the floor and Oliver scoping the bunker out with the gun?? Protective!Oliver is hot hot hot! 🔥
The way these two bickered in the present day was harsh and rough and absolutely appropriate given how 5x19 ended.
It was also very married and adorable and them. They were more real with each other here than they were in 3x20, I hate to say.
The flashbacks (which the title card said took place 11 months ago… but then MG said on Tumblr last night that he felt it took place closer to 5x01 than it did 4x23 so… basically… somewhere in the summer. Let’s say LATE AUGUST and call it a day) were so full of tension-laden chemistry that I about burst into flames during that scene with Felicity cooing over his boo-boo on his arm.
Yeah that’s another reason 5x20 >>>> 3x20: the flashbacks. Olicity focused flashbacks beat s3 Hong Kong flashbacks any day.
Olicity was so much of this episode. And anything that wasn’t Olicity was the team trying to save Olicity. And Dyla working out their shit. That sure beats Lazarus Pit resurrection and joining the LoA if you ask me.
Oliver and Felicity having a picnic on the mats, eating take-out and drinking two (2!!!) bottles of wine is basically fanfic. ITS FANFIC.
Oliver coaching Felicity on how to do the salmon ladder is also FANFIC.
Oliver demonstrating for Felicity is basically the most preening show pony he’s ever been and I’m here for it. So is she.
As demonstrated by her jumping him with a kiss right after. You get him, girl!
Okay, I’m not sure a love scene this hot on network tv during the 8pm hour is allowed. 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
But it’s also fun? Cuz they’re enjoying themselves and each other? And tender? Cuz of all the hearteyes? How is this better than 3x20? I don’t know but it IS. It feels… righter.
Also: full-on “morning after” scene where they’re cuddled up NAKED together on the mats. NAKED. NAAAAKEEEEED.
They want me dead. That’s all there is to say. This cuddling is TOO MUCH.
Of course then things have to get real with Felicity saying it doesn’t mean anything. Oliver’s eyes are saying “excuse you, it meant A LOT to me!”
Also: “it was nice”. GIRL PLEASE. It was more than nice. Oliver, you’re not gonna take that lying down are you? Show your girl what “nice” really is. 🔥🔥🔥🔥
Or…. save it for the reunion sex. I wouldn’t mind that.
(this said, I still am not convinced we’ll get reunion sex… are we that lucky? i have my doubts)
BUT Felicity was right to say what she did. And she did give Oliver and opening. Figure your shit out and get back to me.
Newsflash: he didn’t get back to her. 🤦♀️
BUT! The present day shows them finally talking this shit out. The shit they should have talked out an EON ago.
Oliver trusts her, he will always trust her. He doesn’t trust himself. He’s not sure if he’s a monster or a hero.
The tear when he told her this nearly murdered me. Death by tear.
Felicity is sure he’s a hero, but he has to believe it. But when he does… it’s ON.
In case you’re concerned: this ties Olicity’s fate with the main conflict of the season. Once Oliver has what he needs to defeat Chase, he will have what he needs to reunite with Felicity.
So if you’re one of those people who keeps sending me anons, step away from the ask box and read one of my posts. THEY ARE REUNITING IN S5. 5x20 CONFIRMED IT. Stop asking me if I still think they’re reuniting. 😂 It’s obvious that I do!
Where was I? OH YES. Okay, so 3x20 ended with Olicity separated and Oliver selling his soul to the LoA. 5x20 ended with hope for our favorite pair reuniting (and for good this time).
Is there any comparison? I don’t think so.
Also, Chase approaching William. I am officially shook.
God bless this episode. And god bless Olicity. This is my ship. The stunts, the arguments, the selfless acts of heroism, the heart to heart conversations… this is why I’m here.
You just started your Junior year in high school, well that wouldn’t be so bad except, you just transferred to a whole other school, so you literally know, nobody.
You get sent to office to get your schedule, the lady at the desk had way too much perfume and smelled like an old woman’s house.
You inhale it all and cough a bit
“Are you okay dear ? You’re not trying to get out of the first day of school are you ?” she laughs likes she made the most funniest joke in the entire world
You just fake smile at her, grab your schedule and be on your way.
You walk through your new school halls, wishing this day would be over and done with, but it was just beginning.
1st period was math , which you sucked at.
You sat down and tried to not look any other way , you opened your math book and started flipping the pages , not really paying attention to the people coming in.
“Okay you guys, we have a new classmate..” your teacher says out loud
“Great..” you say under your breath
“Let’s give a warm welcome to Y/n!”
The classmates glance at you and look the back to their phones and friends, acting as if you were a brick wall.
Well this was going to be a great year you said to yourself.
You start to walk to your 2nd period, it was P.E, you didn’t care much for physical activity, but you weren’t terrible at it.
You get changed into your attire and it seemed all good, some girls would giggle and laugh at you, but seriously, what could you really do ?
So you walk out of the locker room and get to your P.E group.
Today’s activity was simple, walk for basically the whole period, which was easy enough for you.
You walked alone, of course, but not really minding that, it was a great day out, you so you couldn’t complain.
Watching everyone hang out with their buddies, and friends, and even significant others made you feel sad. You never had a lot of friends in school, only really two best friends , you moved and you were heart broken, you use to call each other the 3 musketeers, you did everything together, the mall, shopping for the right clothes, go to parties, even did cheer and wen to cheer camp. You hated moving, and you hated this school.
After basically walking for 30 minutes you go back to the locker room, the girls laugh and pointed again, sure , that’s all they did, but it still hurt.
You shed a tear or two as you walked to your 3rd period, it was hell from there, everyone ignored you, 4th period was a little better, you met a friend, she was nice, her name was Jessica.
You also had 5th period together so you walked to that class together as well.
Unfortunately you guys didn’t have lunch together so you sat alone, you ate your food, alone, it was embarrassing.
You ended up in the library just eating and drinking, while reading a book, it was your only escape.
You got a glimpse of a guy who was being a little louder than he should, he caught your attention, he had chestnut brown hair, tan skin, and cheek bones that could cut you. You cocked an eyebrow, he was a little cute, but still too loud. You looked at your watch, it was almost time for your 6th period, so you got up and started to walk out of the library.
While you were walking you held your head high, swaying your hips just a little, hoping he would notice, well little did you know, he was.
Jeff’s Point Of View
Well, shes’s pretty I thought, she has a cute figure, I wonder why I haven’t seen her around, I shook my head, she must be new.
I got up and started walking to my 6th period, I noticed the girl was walking ahead of me, and the same direction, I come to find out we have the same class together, it was Science.
“Okay class, now everybody welcome Y/n , she’s new and just transferred”
I look at her up and down, I get a closer look, and she’s so damn beautiful, almost breath taking, I need to get to know her.
Regular Point Of View
I smile and wave and a few people wave back, giving me a little bit of confidence
“So today we will be in pairs, how about you and Jeff ?”
The boy from the library looks up in shock but then quickly goes back to his cocky self
“Yeah sure.” he says , shrugging his shoulders.
You sit down next to him and start to open your text books
“You’re not going to need those.” Jeff says as he looks at you
“How do you know?” you ask a little sassy toned as well
“Because we are working on a project, that includes your notebook, we’re literally making our own science.”
“Oh okay, well what are we going to be doing?” I ask
“I was thinking about making a computer that does your homework for you.” he says
“Wow.” you rolls your eyes
“What? Google isn’t cutting it okay ?” he says
You giggle a bit, and that brings a smile to his face
“No but on a serious note, what do you have in mind?” he asked
“How about a dating site that matches you through music and tv shows?” you say
He looks at you for a second in confusion, them simply smiles “That could actually be really interesting.” he says as he writes that down
“You could be the designer, since you have good taste.” you admit to him
“You think I have good taste?” he smiles
“Yeah, I mean , your fashion style, you know.” you say as your move your hair back
“Got it.” he puts his thumbs up.”
Before you both knew it class was over and the bell rang
“Hey what class do you have next?” he asked
“History” you said
“No way?! Me too!” he said
“Wait really? “ you asked
“Yeah, we can walk together if you’d like?” he said a little shy
“Yeah i’d like that.” you smiled
The next few weeks became a lot like that day, math was slow, P.E was hell, 4th and 5th period were very fun because of your friend Jessica, and then after that You saw Jeff for lunch, 6th, and 7th period.
You guys became really close, he was a really nice guy, sure he let his cockyness show sometimes, but not in a bad way, he was a jock, so it was expected from him.
“Why don’t you come over to my house ?” he asked
You were a little taken back
“Oh , Jeff I’m not like that…” you say a little offended
“No no oh my gosh not like that Y/n, for the project! We need more time and 30 minutes isn’t enough.” he says
“Oh! Okay I need to ask my mom if that’s okay -”
“You need permission?” Jeff asks a little confused
“Yeah” I say a little embarrassed
Jeff noticed so quickly said “Hey all parents are strict over theirs daughters, not so much the boys am I right?” he laughs
And you giggle as well “Right, well I’ll text you and let you know what they say!”
“Okay cool.” he says
Your parents say yes since it’s a school project, you quickly text Jeff saying you can make it.
“Great, you can come over around 4:00pm?” the text said
“Sounds good” you say
Jeff sends you the address and you start to get ready, straightening your, putting on a floral top, some white jeans,a jacket, and a pair of sneakers, you grab your books and head out your door.
Getting to Jeff’s house, you were in schock
“wow, it’s huge.” you say as you walk to the door, you ring the door bell, it was a fancy bell ring , of course.
Jeff opens the door and smiles, you realize he changed as well.
“Hey!” he says as he waves
“Hi!” you wave back
“Well I don’t want to keep you outside, come in!” he says
Looking around his house and you start to realize Jeff must have the richest parents in th world
“Sorry I didn’t pick you up, my car is in the shop.” he says
“Oh it’s not a problem, you actually live like 3 blocks away.” you smile
“Wow really ? That’s good to know.” he starts to walk into the kitchen
“ Do you want anything? We have water, soda, juice?” he asked
“I’ll take a water.” you say
He opens the fridge and it’s like a super market
He pulls out a Fiji water and hands you it
“Thanks “ you smile and start to drink it
You open your notebook and start to talk about the project.
Getting a lot done you decide to take a break
“Do you want something to eat?” he asked
“like what?” you ask
“Hot pockets?” he asked
You laugh at that “Sure Jeff I would love a hot pocket.”
He smiles and heats up both of you one
Setting them down on place mats you start to eat.
“Do you wanna go to the tv room?” he ask
“You have a tv room?” you ask a little confused
“Yeah, come on.” he signals as he gets up
You grab your hot pocket and you water and start to follow him
Heading to the tv room your mouth opens
“You mean the theater room?” you almost yell
“Yeah I guess” he smirks in a cocky way
“You laugh and you guys watch spongebob on his gigantic movie screen
Enjoying the show you take off your jacket, Jeff couldn’t help but stare, you catch him looking so he quickly looks away, and coughs a little bit.
You smile at that and just continue watching the show
Going back to the living room you guys decide to work on the project a little bit more, well you forgot your jacket, soas you were writing Jeff looks at your arms and he noticed the scars on your wrist.
“Hey, whats; that?” Jeff pointed out , kinda regretting he asked, but then kinda glad he did
“What ?” then you looked and saw that your scars were showing, “Oh my gosh.” you got up from the table and started to collect your things
“Wait . don’t go Y/n.” Jeff said as he got up too
You were trying to get your stuff together and things kept dropping, so you just started to head to the door, as you were opening it Jeff shut it and puts your hair back behind your ear, that was your first touch, your first physical encounter touch. You quickly look up at him and saw the look he had in his eyes, his eyes, they looked sad, they looked concerned.
All you could do was cry, you put your hands in your face and you just cried, Jeff grabbed you and pulled you in, just rubbing your hair and back.
“Hey hey, it’s okay, you’re okay.” was all he really said, he never dealt with this himself, nor knew anyone who did, he was popular, and he wasn’t like you.
He asked if you wanted to sit down and you nodded yes.
He then got you an other water and said to drink it to calm down, you did.
“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked
“No, yes., I don’t know.” you shook your head
“I promise I won’t judge, or say anything.” he said
“It’s just I’m under a lot of pressure, my parents want me to become something big, like a scientist , or a corporate manager, or something like that.” you cry a little
“What do you want to be?” Jeff asked
“I want to run my own bakery.” you say
Jeff laughed a little bit and you yelled “You said you wouldn’t judge!”
“Calm down I said I wouldn’t judge you why you did it. I didn’t say I wouldn’t judge you for what you wanted to be.” he laughs more
You fold your arms and try to hide the smile that was peaking through, you loved when Jeff laughed, he smile was breath taking, his teeth were perfect, his jawline was so structured , and it just made you happy
“It’s cute that you want to own your own bakery, honestly, and you could totally do it, you could do anything you set your mind to, I promise that okay?” he said
“Okay.” you said
“Baby look, you’re one of the most sweetest , amazing, down to earth people I know, I don’t want you doing this.” he says
You were in shock
He called you “baby” you didn’t know what it meant, but you sure all hell liked where it was going
“Thanks Jeff.” you said with a smile
“Anytime, and hey, promise me, when you feel like doing anything like this, call me okay? It doesn’t matter what time it is.” he said
You laugh “Okay expect late night phone calls.” you laugh
“I’ll look forward to them!” he says with a laugh
Then things got pretty quite, but then all of a sudden , Jeff grabs your chin and pulls you closer to him, faces were inches away from each other, he looks you into your eyes, and he kisses you.
His lips, they melt into yours, they feel like how caramel mixes in with chocolate, it’s like your lips were made for his. He kissed you slowly, it wasn’t fast at all, his hands glided through your hair , your hands surrounded his neck and you could feel the passion in the way he moved, his hands traveled your body, in the most respectful but sexiest way. Tracing your curves of your skin with his fingers and gently touching them as he does so.
Soon his tongue enters your mouth and you tongues swirl around like its a twister. Dancing together, not giving up, and fighting for dominance you quickly discover that he wasn’t going to let you win, and you couldn’t help but smile try to fight even more.
As you finally break away for air Jeff just looks at you and you simply blush and ask “What?”
“Nothing” he shakes his head
You realize moving to a whole other school couldn’t be so bad after alll.
“So, how do you know each other again?” asked Yukako.
I held my water glass against my lips for a second longer, looking over at Alejandro, buying time. He looked back at me. We locked eyes.
What were we supposed to say in a situation like this?
But to properly tell this story, I need to back up a few days.
I was in Shizuoka, about an hour ride out of Tokyo, Japan. My goals were simple: visit the Magic Grand Prix tournament in Shizuoka, and then spend the next week seeing Magic stores and trying to explore a side of Japan I had not yet seen.
It was the last day of the Grand Prix. The world is slowly crumbling around 2,700 players, as the delicately placed banners and colorfully shaped signage are being stripped down and removed.
This is the saddest part of any Magic tournament: when it ends.
It’s when the convention center hall stops being a living, breathing embodiment of Magic, with a pulse that sounds like the slapping of cardboard and a heartbeat that echoes with shuffling. When this marvelous world goes back to being a white-walled building that will be used to host dance recitals, or cheerleading rallies, or car shows.
But there was a brief moment left. A flicker of life, minutes, maybe, before the convention center passed the threshold of no return and reverted to its blank state.
And that’s when I had the fortunate happenstance of being introduced to Ryan.
Blonde hair. A slight grin at the corners of his mouth. A full backpack. The discerning gaze of a Magic player. He introduced himself: a local player, formerly from the States, who now lived in Japan.
“I had heard from Helene you were staying around in Japan for a little longer, and I know it’s out of your way, and it’s probably a long shot, but I live in Nagoya, and it has a great Magic scene, and plenty of people who would love to meet you, and I know you like food and I would show you great food, and some of the sights, and we can play some games of Magic, and once again, I really know there’s probably a low chance, but if there is any possible way you could briefly come visit Nagoya during your stay, I’d be happy to show you around.”
“Yeah, sure. See you tomorrow?”
And that, ladies and gentlemen and those who identify as neither of the crowd, is how I travel.
I got Ryan’s information. And true to my word, the very next day, I found myself on a train, bound for Nagoya.
And so the tour began.
Delicacies, with a mix of known and unknown and unwanted-to-be-known contents, were consumed. A smorgasbord of 7 Magic shops were visited, showcasing so many shapes and sizes and colors that Doctor Seuss would have had a field day describing them all. Games were had. Stories were told.
We ended up by visiting one final game store: Mishimaya. A small family run shop, with that lovely musty smell that reminded me of childhood. And there we met a group of other local players.
And, well… It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a group of Magic players, in possession of decks, must be in want of a game.
Rajib. Kevin. Daniel. All from far-flung corners of the English-speaking world, we slammed down our cards. We ran Goblins into Angels. We laughed. We bantered. We talked about life in Japan. I took a picture of us. Put it on Instagram. We went out to dinner. Menus were attempted to be navigated.
It was a good time. We parted ways.
I hopped on a train, headed elsewhere, redrawing up new plans to account for the change of plans. And that was that.
Or so I thought.
Still riding the train back, something else unexpected happened. A notification popped up on Instagram from someone I had never spoke with. His name was Alejandro.
It read as follows: “You should take the [train] to Fukuoka. I still have an original Conspiracy box in Japanese to open and draft :)”
I looked it up on a map. Fukuoka was basically on the entire other side of Japan. My brain’s impulse was immediately to say no. I mean, it was a long way out of my way, I hadn’t planned on going there, time in Japan was precious, I didn’t know this person at all. It didn’t make sense, right?
Well, it’s a good thing that Japan has all these bullet trains.
I arranged to visit in a few days. Alejandro writes to me, “Just so you know, it’s actually quite a bit west of Fukuoka and a bit rural…”
Perfect. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I took the bullet train to a station. From that station, I took a subway train to a tinier station. From there, I took yet another train. Out the window, I watched the metal buildings turn into brick buildings, the brick buildings turn into blossoming trees, the blossoming trees turn into rice fields. For the first time during my stay in Japan, signs begin to look run down. Roads begin to look bumpy. The passengers on the train were no longer mostly in suits.
The train spit me out at my stop, and it was immediately clear I had walked into a Miyazaki movie. Little statues sat in the streets. I spotted farmers in the distance. The buildings all had wooden sliding door entrances.
This – this was the Japan I grew up thinking about.
I’m swept up from the subway station by a car full of strangers. Alejandro has rounded up five others – three local Magic players, whom he had taught himself, one of their wives, and her young daughter – to come meet me.
I’m taken to a restaurant, in an old wooden building, that has had many lives and seen many owners. There is a small museum in the front of the restaurant showcasing its history. People are sitting on pillows and tatami mats, eating from small tables.
The five of us sat down. I took a sip of my water.
“So, how do you know each other again?” asked Yukako.
That is the question, isn’t it? How do you answer that? How do you even begin to summarize it all into a short paragraph, or sentence, or word?
Let’s just back up for a second and review the facts.
I had traveled to Japan to visit a card game tournament as part of my job at Wizards of the Coast. I then met a local player, who showed me around his city for the day and introduced me to a number of players. They gave me a bunch of advice for my travels. I posted this on Instagram, of all places.
Someone on the other side of Japan whom I had never even talked to saw this, asked if I wanted to visit, I replied saying yes, and traveled 5 hours by train to get there. Once I arrived into Chikuzen-Fukae – the middle of nowhere in Japan – I met five total strangers, and was now sitting in a traditional Japanese restaurant, speaking with these people like they were family. Combined, we heralded from Spain, The USA, Japan, Nigeria, and London.
Pause for a moment. Cue, eyes widening. Cue, flashbacks to the many other times similar things have happened to me or other Magic players. Cue, the sudden realization that this is actually an extremely abnormal event.
Cue the realization that this is family.
I love Magic. It is the greatest game in the world. But even more powerful than the game, even more meaningful than the hours spent smiling and learning, are those people you spend those hours smiling and learning with.
It is a community of immediate friendship. A game which is a blacksmith that forges “Hello and Good Luck” into stories, stories into friendship, and friendship into family. A game which will always direct you to your long-lost cousin or your mystery aunt in every town, in every city. Time and time again, I have found there is always a family member there for you. There’s always someone from the family of Magic.
And there is nothing else like it. Not in the whole world. And I find it hard to imagine anything – truly anything – that could properly describe this series of events other than one word. So it’s what I said:
I elaborated more, but that’s really the only way I can best explain it. We laugh. We eat our meal. We learn about each other’s lives. I make goofy faces at the young daughter like any cousin would. And, in that short window of a single meal, we become a family.
That day, this family of Magic visited sites in this tiny town. We climbed the muddy path up a mountain and watched a waterfall in the forest. We visited an Island temple, wind biting at our noses. We dropped by the restaurants – which my new family knows the owners of – to see if they will open just for us. It is a neighborhood where you actually know your neighbors.
And, eventually, we drove back to Alejandro’s place, with sliding doors and tatami floors, short ceilings that hit my head and tall tales that hit my heart, and we sat at the wooden, engraved kitchen table. We smile and, knowingly, reach for our Magic decks.
That afternoon, my family drives together, an hour, to play in a tiny store for the local Magic tournament.
That night, I sleep on a rolled out bed, in a room kept warm by a kerosene heater. Like an uncle, Alejandro lights the heater for me. And, like a nephew, I wish him sweet dreams.
When I wake up, there are trains to catch. Things to do. New places in Japan to see. I bid my farewells.
My adopted uncle walks me to the train station. He gets on the train, going part of the way there with me. Like any family member, he gives me a long list of directions, trying to be careful I don’t lose my way back.
The train goes for about 20 minutes. Alejandro stood up to get off. He looked back at me. We had known each other in person for less than 24 hours, and yet, I already felt a bit emotional.
I nodded. He nodded. We may never see each other again.
But that’s okay. We both knew it would be far from the last time we saw our everlasting, evergrowing, evergracious family: our family of Magic.
Pairing: Jensen X Reader Summary: Jensen has a crush on you. Warnings: none.
Jensen spent the majority of the entire next week texting you and listening to the little 10 second clip of you singing in the trailer for your movie. You had such a lovely voice, it sent deep shivers rippling through Jensen’s body with the first note.
Robert and Matt with an S/O that has bad hypoglycemia and gets fainting spells because they're terrible at remembering to eat?
When Mat first finds out he’s real upset because COME ON you put him
through all that anxiety about the fainting instead of just telling him to keep
some food on him??? He starts carrying candy with him at all. times. because it
just really scares him whenever you pass out. He will lecture you if you skip a meal. It you
start to feel faint and he finds out you haven’t eaten that day he’ll be really
unhappy. Not only does he want you to be healthy and be able to get through a
day, but it gives him awful anxiety when you pass out because he’s so damn
worried about you, and he doesn’t want to have to be on edge around you all the
time because that’s not fun for either of you.
literally can’t figure out how you’ve lived into adult hood. He has emergency
snacks in his car for you, but every time he picks you up from your house he
requires that you bring food with you. He’s not going to take care of you, he’s
going to require that you take care of yourself. He typically sleeps in until
past noon, but he will set an alarm so he can wake up periodically and text you
reminding you to eat. Every time you wake up after a fainting spell he flips
you off. “Stop making me worry so damn much, Jesus Christ.”
“Ow, what was that for?” Jace demands, eating mat hard as Alec swipes his legs out from under him without warning. Alec always tends to hold himself back during their sparring sessions, but this morning he’s unexpectedly relentless.
“I had to cover for you this morning,” Alec reminds him, not bothering to help as Jace struggles back to his feet.
“I said I was sorry about that, I was-” Jace starts to defend himself, but Alec cuts him off.
“And you didn’t even bother to come up with a decent lie,” he finishes, moving back into sparring stance.
Jace feints right then does a spinning back kick to the left. Alec doesn’t even blink, catching Jace’s ankle and flipping him back around without even adjusting his stance. Jace barely manages to stay off the mat again. He scowls.
“Who says I’m lying?” he retorts, circling Alec to find his opening.
Alec rolls his eyes and simply gestures back at Jace. Confused, Jace stops moving and looks down at himself. It takes him longer than it should, but eventually he registers that the black shirt he’d grabbed on the way out the door this morning isn’t actually his. Instead of being plain black, it’s a graphic tee, with the logo for Star Wars emblazoned across the front.
Jace feels the back of his neck heat up.
“Shut up,” he says, moving back into his stance. When he dares to look back up, Alec’s scowl has turned into a smirk.
did not begin as royalty. Had Oropher not founded Greenwood and not been
elected as the King of the elves there, Thranduil would have been a normal elf
living in Doriath.
considered he and Thror quite close, and often visited the mountain for dwarven
holidays. Their friendship was ruined when Thror found the Arkenstone, and
Thranduil attempted to warn him of the vices of a jewel
of Mirkwood, he learns each and every language
of the different Silvan elf tribes that live in his forest. When he comes to
his maturity, he can speak more than 200 languages. Fluently.
is younger than his wife
will sit in the woods and meditate for days.
It takes a lot of magic to keep the river enchanted and to project himself into
had the young silvan elves pull at his hair and ask him if he put powder on his
face. Aside from Legolas, he is the lightest elf in his kingdom.
being the king, he allows groups to govern themselves. If an issue is to
threaten Mirkwood as a whole, then he will call all the tribes together and the
-He is constantly
fatigued, and by elven standards, considered ill. He gives much magic to
Mirkwood to counter the darkness spreading through the forest, and it has an
effect on him. His people have asked him to sail for his own health, but he
politely refuses (he has had accidents at council meetings, where he tumbles
when he stands or blacks out completely).
-He has never
seen himself above his people. Ever.
trapped souls in his woods, has had men wondering his forest for years.
related to Eol. This is why he can enchant the woods to confuse intruders.
he wears was granted to him by children when he first arrived in Mirkwood. They
strung together flowers and twigs to make him happy after his father’s death. He put the enchantment on it.
has never liked Elrond. He blames his family for the destruction of both Sirion
and Doriath. Though he gains slight respect for Elrond when he refuses to keep
the One Ring in Rivendell. Thranduil expected Elrond to let his people parish
like his grandfather and mother.
attracts his people. It glows like starlight, and it is unlike anything they’d ever
seen before. He will cut his hair of sometimes, and give it to the children who
follow him around the woods.
has a sense of pride when Elrond is made to call him King. At a point, Elrond
could have been his High King, and in Thranduil’s not so humble opinion, the
line of Thingol has no right leading anyone.
was not born a King, he had to earn it, and after his father’s demise, his people
chose him. That’s something he’s very proud of.
-He is always followed around by children when
he leaves the palace. Even solo walks become completely interrupted by children.
Sometimes when he sits to eat in the woods, small children will crawl onto his
mat and eat with him.
-He is not
fond of Galadriel. She rules over a people she has never worked to lead. She
rules over his people. The Silvan,
and they are so dependent on her that they are lost after she leaves to
Valinor. Had not been for Celeborn ensuring their safety and integration into
Mirkwood, they would have died without the power of her ring.
at all like Legolas when it comes to his son’s strange fighting style. He doesn’t
like climbing trees nor does he like sliding off animals.
wine. It alleviates the constant pain he’s in (both physical and emotional). So
he gets drunk a lot.