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Taunie steps out from the curtain, the suit she's wearing glistening slightly in the light. It feels so weird, without her mom's jacket. Its like she's walking out naked, which feels especially bad when Sheryl eyes her up and down, taking in her new look. Taunie tries not to blush.

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" You kept your sword" Florence murmurs, seeing the weapon hanging from the wall. Tall enough to be a symbol, low enough for easy each. Just in case. That's what Florence thinks anyway, " Still sharp too," he turns to Kaden, " When do you have to sharpen it?"

Kaden, wiping clean yet another glass, shrugs, " Never hurts to be prepared," he inspects it, squinting at its angles before nodding to himself, " Though really its not as often, given how busy this place can be. But better a sharp sword than a dull one," He places the cup away with a sigh. Florence smiles slightly - still ever so methodical that one.

buck/eddie | T | 5.8k |

When the tree makes its dramatic descent, all Buck can do is move out of harm's way and watch in horror, wincing when it lands with a depressing thump. The cat, somehow perfectly unharmed, tears through the wreckage, trailing a stream of firetruck red tinsel on its back for a few steps before shaking free and scampering deeper into the station and out of sight. “Well,” Buck says. “This might just be the worst Christmas ever.” Or, Buck and Eddie try to befriend an intruder, and get more than they bargained for.

teeny tiny slice of christmas buddie i wrote for the lovely @magicbeings as part of our gc fic exchange!

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Admittedly, the confused look on the Corviknight taxi driver seeing two of Galar's finest roughed up with a single box in hand was kinda funny. Though he didn't pry much, thankfully, but Arceus knows the questions going through his head. But neither Nessa or Piers paid much mind to that. The two sat in silence, satisfied, with Nessa beaming down at her little gift box.

" Sooo...." Piers starts casually, eyeing the box, then up at Nessa, giving her a teasing smile, " That gift for Sonia?"

Nessa flinches, heat coming to her cheeks as she looks at Piers wide eyed, " Wh- How did you-?"

" Oh, please, Nessie," Piers rolls his eyes playfully, " We all know she's the only person you would go to bats for. Especially for a small gift like that,"

Piers expects Nessa to rebuttal, as she always does ( always did, when they were younger), huffy and proud. But to his surprise, she opens her mouth, closes it, looking at Piers' with furrowed brows and.....something, in her eye.

" That's not true," she says quietly, " I would go to bats for all of you,"

Oh.

"Oh." Piers probably should have expected that. Of course she would, he's seen her send the meanest glare people's way when they gave him trouble when they were younger. She was never afraid of confrontation- she was always cool like that. Always been fierce and loyal. He should have expected that. And yet, he feels like he's been pushed off course, and he's stumbling to get back on tune, " Right,"

Nessa doesn't push, and he's thankful for that,but she does inch a little closer to him- noy too close. She knows he likes his space. But the meaning is still there. That includes you, too.

It doesn't take long to reach Hullbury. Nessa hops off the taxi, then turns to Piers, still delicately holding her gift.

" Not gonna take the train?"

" And risk, getting swarmed? No thanks," Piers smiles, " Hope your ready for some tabloids, though,"

Nessa cringes, "Ugh. Don't remind me." Piers chuckles heartily at that.

" Yes, yes, laugh it up," she says, mocking annoyance, " I need to get this thing in a better box, so I'll be off,".

Nessa is about to turn to leave, but stops. She then looks at Piers, a little uncertain.

" Do you.....want to hang out sometime? Me and the other's are planning a get together-"

" Rai and Sunny got Lee out of the tower?"

" Right?! I think they got Oleana involved,"

Piers snorts. He would have loved to see that.

"And, well. Its been a minute since we all hung out together.....I know your not big on big social events, but it would be nice if you were there,"

Huh.

When was the last time they all hung out? It must have been....ages. A small sense of nostalgia ached at his heart.

" .....Sure," he says after a beat, " Just don't expect any encores, yeah?"

Now it's Nessa who rolls her eyes, " You always say that," but her smile brightens, " But great! See you later then! I'll text you the details!"

And with a wave, she jogs off, gift in hand, a little bit brighter than she was before.

And as Piers flies back to Spikemuth, he can't help but think of a time long ago, where 4 kids would look at him with wide grins, and would usher him over. And he would, no matter how much he complained.

Quinn knew better than to disturb Naveen in the middle of his work. Especially given the whole " Do Not Disturb" sign right infront of him. He knows what he's doing is probably very stupid and he should just go back up to his room or do something productive with his time. And yet, his feet seem to have glued itself to the ground, to afraid to move away, too afraid to move forward.

This is so. Stupid.

Just knock on the door and ask a question. It'll be fine. Nodding to himself, he raises a shaky hand, and gentle knock on the studio door. He was about to knock again, but was cut off by a small "come in". Steeling his nerves, he opens the door, not fully, putting his body halfway through, as if he's going into an unknown, dangerous territory.

Naveen's studio was a decent sized, and yet the amount of fabrics and clothes around made it feel a little small. It was as neat as Quinn expected it to be, everything seems to be where it ought to be. Naveen was sitting at his desk, eyes focused on his work. His Scraggy sits below him, and gives Quinn a little wave.

"Uh. Hey," Quinn says sheepishly. Naveen nods, still focused on his work.

" Hello," he then looks up, " If your here for a commission, i'm telling you know you will be paying,"

Quinn chuckles, " Even among your friend and trusted Team MZ member?"

Naveen looks at him unimpressed, " I gave you two whole clothing items for free,". Quinn laughs a little louder, the tension in his shoulders ease.

" Fair, fair,". Shuffling from the door and closing it behind him, the nervousness that plagued him before resurface, and he finds it hard to keep Naveen's gaze, " Um....I'm not here to talk about a commission, though. "

If Naveen was annoyed by the intrusion of his work time for something not work related, he didn't show it. He just looked up at Quinn expectantly. Quinn couldn't look him in the eye now.

" U-uh, well, um..." he clears his throat, his hands clasped together as if trying to hold him steady, " D-do you, ah....know how to apply make up well?". Quinn winces, hating how the words came out. He shyly looks up at Naveen, who merely raised a brow.

"I'm a fashion designer, Quinn. Not a makeup artist,"

" Oh." All the courage Quinn was barely holding onto slipped right past his fingers and into a drain, "R-right. Uh. Sorry. I shouldn't- sorry-"

" Wait. Hold on," Naveen interjects, " I'm not a make up artist, so I probably won't do as good of a job as you think i'll do," He then scratches the bsck of his head, " That and I don't have a makeup kit,"

" Wait, really?"

" Again. I am a fashion designer. I don't really consider makeup much," he gets up from hos desk and stretches, " We could ask Lida if she has anything. Or Taunie," he pauses, then shakes his head, "Lida."

He walks past Quinn, and opens the door. He stays there for a bit, before turning slightly back to Quinn, " Uh....if you need any sort of clothes, I can....make an acception. A discount or something,"

" Oh, you don't have to do that for me," Quinn says, a smile growing wider on his face. Naveen onlu shrugs.

NOT CANON just a potential backstory for my plza mc.

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I come from a big family. 5 older siblings, a few cousins, nieces, nephews, cousins, aunts and uncles- you get the point. When there's so many people under one house, your own space is a luxury, always having to compete for space and attention. I was lucky enough to get the attic - a place for me, myself and I. But even then, spaces can be so easily crossed - sometimes it never feels like its mine, not really. But thats the cost of a big family, I suppose.

All of my siblings are amazing. They're all so talented and smart that my parents are always fussing over them. Me? I'm pretty average all things considered. And I like that about myself, really! Even if it means I fade into the background as my siblings shine....I can't really be mad. Because i'm proud of them too! But.....but....

Sometimes, I wonder, whats it like. To be fussed over. For Ma to hold my face and purse her lip as she scans my face. Or Pa nodding in approval. And I know it's stupid and selfish. I'm already the youngest, i don't need anymore than I already have. But what if....what if I do something that makes them look? What would it feel like for them to fuss over me?

So I lie.

" I want to go to Lumiouse City,"

It seemed reasonable. Of course, anyone would want to go the pinnacle of Kalos. A reasonable, normal statement. I was not expecting my family to plan my trip for me. Save for the train ride there, plus cash for a hotel stay ( though looking back, it might not have been enough), even getting me a new rotom phone. Ma would fuss over my clothes and I felt Pa's protective eyes watching me throughout the day. My siblings would slammer around me more than they already do, talking away, proud of me for venturing off on my own. I made many promises to bring back souvenirs that I wasn't sure i could really afford. Because for as amazing as my siblings where, they never really went outside of our little space. I was the first. And it was a lot. It was nice. I never had so much attention on me before. I was finally being fussed over.

And yet it was still a lie.

Ma wouldn't stop crying as she kept peppering cheeks with goodbye kisses. Pa's stoicism softens into a " be safe" ( he was always a man of few words). All of my siblings me their goodbyes, pleasant or other wise.

I didn't really want to go.

What would I do in lumiouse anyway? What's there for me to latch onto? It's not my home, it's not where my space, so why would I even want to leave here?

....But they were all so proud of me. I couldn't back out now.

So I smiled, waved them off as the train went ahead. To Lumiouse City.

I'll....try to make the best of it.

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very aware i haven't participated in one of these for months and figured it was probably time!! ty @tealeavesandtrash, @circledwithaheart & anyone else who has tagged me in one of these recently :)

have mostly been writing Kinktober Filth so am digging a little deeper for something that's not smut in celebration of 911 season 9 being underway!! enjoy some forced-proximity-in-a-fire-lookout buddie x

A few days into their attempt at normalcy, Eddie practically leaps from his chair, approaching the window in comic slow motion. "It's a bear," Eddie hisses, when Buck eyes him with amusement. And alright, Buck’s intrigued. He creeps over, pressing their shoulders together in the name of getting a better view, and lets out a little woah. A black bear lumbers below them, just off the main trail.  While Eddie preaches the importance of carrying bear spray whenever he leaves, of looking out for scratch marked trees or stripped bark, of always disposing of their food waste properly so as not to entice them, he’s never actually seen one. And here’s Buck, not only getting to see the creature, but getting to see Eddie see it. "Eddie," Buck whispers, as if he’ll scare it off.  "Hm?" Eddie whispers back, eyes still fixed on the bear. "I read this thing about black bears—delayed implantation. So, they'll mate in summer and give birth in winter, but if the female doesn't gain enough weight, her body just absorbs the embryo. Cool, right?”  Eddie’s gaze leaves the bear, and Buck nudges him, because it’s about to disappear into a copse of trees and he's going to miss it. Eddie doesn't seem bothered, though. His eyes are big, and bright, and fixed on Buck. "What?" Buck asks, searching Eddie's face for clues. His skin warms under Eddie's attention, and he hopes he's not blushing. "Nothing," Eddie replies, but he's smiling. Buck mirrors him, a little bashful, and Eddie still hasn't looked away, like Buck’s face is just as interesting as a bear. Which is insane. “I like when you tell me stuff like that,” Eddie adds, softly.  Buck forgets all about the bear, after that.

5) body worshipping 

Jack Abbot would

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