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(Descendants AU. ignore the very very large time jump it's fine-)
          
          Tacio looked around the room, trying to catch his breath as he tried to find the people they had thought would still be in the small castle. It was his castle that him and Charlie had bought, which was obvious very cute, but of course the layout had to be so confusing. He turned a corner, almost bumping into Becks. "oh- sorry queen sorry i'm just- we have the kids accounted for and gumi where is- where is char i can't-" He paused for a second, running into his semi-outdoor studio, spotting his boyfriend laying on his sewing table. "...oh char."

(Descendants AU. hahaha i have problems.)
          
          Tacio sighed softly, watching the door close behind Noah and Sam before sitting down on his bed. He was surprised Hook even let him help with getting ready for his date, but Tacio was glad he did because he looked so good. Sure, there was only a thousand complaints about very minimal makeup but it was fine. He started putting everything back in its place, eyes catching onto a beautiful green fabric. He pulled the fabric out of it's rack, rubbing a hand over it. A certain person would look really handsome in this...at least if Tacio's brain was to be believed.

(Olympics AU. just a silly-)
          
          Noah looked around, making sure nobody was paying too much attention before setting his empty glass down. He snuck off towards the bathroom, making the occasional small talk when he needed. He knew this was a formal event, big sponsorship and team gala to celebrate winning the Stanley Cup, and he loved an excuse to see his boyfriend dressed up. The only problem was Sam looked too fine in that suit, and he wanted nothing more than to leave. He walked into the bathroom, smirking as he saw Sam drying his hands. "oh! perfect timing."

(Olympics AU. he is...processing.)
          
          
          Ilya leaned against the balcony, looking out at the lake as he slowly took another drag of the cigarette he coerced out of one of the guests. He could practically hear his fiancé in the back of his mind telling him how bad smoking is and how it's been years since he touched one why now, but he had only grabbed the one. He knew it was bad, and he knew how much Shane would hate him if he ever found out, but he couldn't help it. There were just too many thoughts in his mind, too many things plaguing him...he had to sit on them for a bit. Ilya had done a good job before of avoiding talking about them, but of course they had to get more persistent the night before the wedding.

(Siren AU. oh i love skipping to the middle/end of lore-)
          
          Nikolai grimaced as he was forced onto the hardwood floor, keeping his eyes down. He knew it was risky trying to run around Os Alta without directly coming into contact with the king, but it was no use. He heard Zoya pushed down next to him, looking over to make sure she was ok before hearing a tutting sound from in front of them.
          "come now, nikolai. you know better than that. after all, you were trained in procedure. did you forget during your time pretending, or are you purposefully being obtuse?"
          He looked up, scowling at him. "vasily."
          Vasily smiled, slowly standing up. "hello brother. i'm glad to see you've finally come home."

(Olympics AU. missed my puppy prince.)
          
          Nikolai shifted the bags slightly, unlocking the door to the apartment before slipping his shoes off and slowly walking in. He had fallen into an easy rhythm of checking in on Zoya and spending a majority of his day at her place, something she definitely hated but it was fine. He sets the bakery items down on the table, quickly plating everything in the way she liked before silently moving into the bedroom. He slowly opened the door, smiling softly at how peaceful she looked. She really was gorgeous, even if she never wanted to believe that herself. He slipped into the room, gently sitting on the bed next to her. "wakey wakey, nazalensky."

(Teacher AU. surprise they knew each other in college! and there's tension!)
          
          Tacio slipped the shin guards out of his socks, rolling them down enough to let his skin breathe as he tucked them into his cleats. He didn't have quite enough energy after practices to completely change socks, so he usually just rolled them enough to look normal with his usual Converse. He tucked his cleats into their usual spot in his locker, finally peeling his shirt off and tossing it onto his bag. He turned around as he heard the door open, seeing one of his fellow strikes Charlie walk in. Things had been rocky with the man since this year's musical was announced, and the way he was playing in practice today seemed like he wanted Tacio dead. He closed his locker a bit, fully turning around. "hey man, you ok? you seemed really aggressive in practice today, which i can respect but i'm not oklahoma you can leave my head on-"

(Olympics AU. i have the bug, help me.)
          
          Scott parked outside of their house, taking a second to unwind after a long practice and drive. He could see Kip's car in the driveway next him, which means that his husband was home from work and he didn't have to wait to gossip. He got out, grabbing his bag before walking up to the door and unlocking it. He set his bag down in its usual spot, walking into the house. "babe i have news!!"

(Olympics AU. hahaha- mental blocks, love them)
          
          Ilya crashed back onto the ice, cursing loudly as he slammed his fist against it. He had been stumbling for at least an hour to stand back up on skates, but it was taking forever lot longer than he had thought. He forced himself onto his knees, very slowly taking a deep breath before attempting to stand again. He got a skate under him, slowly shifting a bit of his weight over before standing enough to get the other skate under him. He shuffled until he got his feet back into the proper position, fully standing up before exhaling slowly. He felt stupid as he could feel tears prick at his eyes, but after two long years he was finally standing on ice again...it didn't feel the same but it's still felt right.