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Soul-Food - Osamu x Reader
Enemies to lovers - Requested by @notsochillnerd - with Atsumu as a terrible wingman who just wanted to check out his brothers' nemesis...
There is only one thing more annoying than Miya Osamu with his cooking talent, excellent marks, and unfairly good looks: his twin brother Atsumu.
“No.” You say again, arms filled with produce. He’s in your way and he’s not even sorry about it.
“Come oooon!” He whines, draping himself over the railing of the stairs as if this is a photoshoot for some perfume. “I’m so hungry! And Osamu won’t cook for me! I’ll even pay you!”
“Wow, now I want to do it even less, knowing you might not have paid me in the first place.” You snark, patience wearing thin.
“Now get out of my way, I need to get to my room.”
“To do what?” He steps to the side, but his face remains close to yours. You’re not the fastest as it is, even less when carrying that many vegetables.
“I need to cook.”
“Perfect.” His grin is so wide, it could split his face. “You cook, I’ll eat.”
“No.”
“Are you sure?”
You hesitate, if only for a second. But Atsumu is like a shark and that was the single drop of blood that he needed.
Half an hour later he’s sitting at the little table in your apartment.
Your kitchen isn’t spacious, but equipped with everything you could possibly need - there’s a reason this school costs an arm and a leg each year. And Miya Osamu got the scholarship instead of you.
You wouldn’t have any problem with it if not for your father breathing down your neck. He’s got the money to send you here twice if he wanted to, but in his twisted mind, a 100% is barely a passing grade and you should have been able to win the scholarship, monetary status be damned.
“What are you making?” Atsumu asks from behind you.
“Udon.”
“Why is it black?”
“I’m using Sepia.”
“Why?”
“Because I can.” You snap back, hoping against hope that he will fall quiet. He doesn’t.
-
You’ve spent almost a year in a class with Osamu.
He might not always get a better mark than you, but he quickly figured out how much you hated it when he did. There’s nothing worse than someone else gloating over your loss.
The teachers love him and tolerate you.
So far they’ve been kind enough not to put the two of you into a group project, or maybe they just played it safe. The sheer bloodlust you feel when he grins in your direction must have tipped them off.
But this year is going to end soon and your teachers expect you to come up with a dish. Your own creation, not unlike the dish you had to make for your entry exam. This time, however, it’s supposed to showcase what you want to do, going forward.
You can’t bring the same thing you made for your entry exam, even though it was perfect and a delight - you made it roughly one hundred times before.
Your father has always been a fan of the Kaiseki Ryori and while you had loved taking part in the Haute Cuisine as a child, feeling grown up as you nibbled on tiny bites of expensive food, it has lost its appeal on you.
After all, there’s a set number of times you can eat a meal, even Chawanmushi, before you get sick of it.
“Hello? Are you still listening?” Nuisance number 2 asks behind you and you flinch, staring down at the dough that you kneaded for too long.
“What’s Osamu doing for his exam?” You ask, feeling a little guilty about your attempt at spying.
“Why do you want to know?”
Nevermind. Now you only feel annoyed.
“Just because. Maybe I want to talk about something other than you.”
You move to throw the dough out, only to be stopped by Atsumu’s voice.
“What are you doing?”
“I messed it up. It’s not going to taste good.”
“So what? I’m hungry.”
“You want to eat gross noodles?” You eye him warily, but he shrugs with a grin.
“It’s definitely going to be better than what I’d produce myself. But since I hate cooking, I’d probably just get takeout pizza anyway.”
“Aren’t you an athlete?”
“Yeah?”
“And they let you eat Pizza?”
“They don’t know. Or they don’t care. Whatever you like better. I mean, they gave me a list of stuff I should keep away from but that’s like, all the food I usually consume.”
“Here.” You pull out a pen and paper. “Write down what you eat in a day. Snacks included. And drinks.”
“Why?”
“If I have to endure your chatting, you might as well get something out of this. Now, shoo!”
You turn, lid of your composter already open when his voice reaches you.
“DON’T THROW AWAY THE DOUGH!”
“Fine!” You snap. “You can eat your disgusting noodles!”
They don’t taste that awful in the end, not with your delicate sauce with mussels and steamed broccoli that turned out so good Atsumu licks his plate clean.
-
You’d been part of the track club in Middle School, switched to Volleyball in High School because they had fewer practice hours per week. Your marks had always been more important than any side activities, your future as a part of Haute Cuisine decided before you could walk. But it had been fun, especially when Coach gathered you after practice to talk about the importance of self-care. How certain foods could make or break you. How important salt and minerals were for your body, how food was more than calories, protein, carbs, and fat.
You’re not even a little bit rusty when you scribble down a meal plan for him. You keep it easy and as cheap as possible, light on the cooking because you figured he must be the opposite of his twin in the kitchen if he came begging for food… You’re not sure if you’re buying his excuse of a brotherly fight, but you’re not ashamed to say that you didn’t mind him praising your food over Osamu’s. Suck that, Miya!
Meanwhile, Atsumu’s brows are pulled so high, they’re hiding behind his bangs.
“What’s that supposed to be?”
“Your new meal plan. You follow that, you’ll increase your stamina.”
“But it’s so much work.”
“It’s not.”
“It is.”
“Whatever.” You get up, throw the pen down at the table. Your patience has never been the best anyway.
“Hey, hey, hey.” He follows you to the sink but not to help with the dishes.
“You could cook for me.” He offers it like it’s a great deal. You snort.
“I bet there’s something you want. Something I could do for you…” He wiggles his brows now, looks disgustingly like Osamu when he got a better mark then you. And that kickstarts your brain.
“I want Osamu… I mean the recipe…You know, what Osamu made to get the scholarship. If you can get me that dish of him to try, I’ll cook for you.”
Atsumu grins in a way that doesn’t feel good but he nods.
“Alright, it’s a deal. You’ll cook for me and I get you the dish.” He holds out his hand to sign the deal but you’ve been the daughter of a cutthroat banker for too long to fall for that.
“I’ll cook for a week.” You tell him firmly and watch with a sick satisfaction as his face contorts. He looks awful when he’s pissed and there are definitely not enough moments of the Miya twins looking awful.
“Two weeks.
“One week, only dinner.”
“One week, lunch, dinner and snacks.”
“Are you insane?”
“Do you want Osamu’s food?”
There’s a moment of Silence, and you’re eyeing each other, calculating who’s bluffing and who’s not.
“Fine.” You huff eventually, because you feel it in your bones that trying that damned dish will get you a step closer to figuring out what you need to present for your Final.
-
You feel like a drug addict, going down the deep end, when Atsumu appears at your door one week later, carrying a Bento-Box wrapped in the cutest fabric you have ever seen.
“Are those little foxes?” You ask, eyeing the reddish-tinted animals on the grey fabric.
“What if ?” He asks back, nose up in the air.
“Jeez, I was just curious.” You snap back and muster him. He doesn’t look malnourished.
“What did you eat this week?”
“Why do you ask?” He sets the Bento-Box on your table and saunters into your kitchen, peering into the still empty pots and pans.
“You’re an awful liar.”
“Okay, so I told Samu that you cooked for me.” He throws his hands up in the air like you’re the one making a big fuss about things. “Told him it was fingerlickin’ good. Got him all angry and puffy.”
You are not ashamed to say that comment lifts you off your feet just a little bit. Hah!
“So?” You ask cooly, untying the Furoshiki with eager fingers.
“So he insisted that he would cook for me. Everything went according to plan, I pretended it wasn’t as good as your food until I asked for the dish he made for his entry exams.”
“Did you know what it was?” You ask as you lift the lid of the box.
“Maybe.” He says and you can hear in his voice that he knew. He probably didn’t tell you just to experience this.
“He made Onigiri?” You ask, your voice a little shrill.
You had made Chawanmushi, a dish literally to die for, practiced one hundred times, and he beat you with Onigiri?
“Try it.” He reaches for one of the Onigiri in the box and you slap his hand away.
“Mine!” You hiss angrily and his grin is almost feral.
“I’ll take a walk around the block then.” He jokes, moving toward the door. “Leave you alone with it.”
“Leave.” You wave him off. “I’ll make dinner later.”
“Half an hour.”
“Leave!” You huff and the door clicks shut behind him.
-
You bite into the first Onigiri and time stops for a second.
The rice is cooked to perfection, but you know the different varieties well. He must have splurged on this kind, bought from a boutique farmer of some sorts.
It’s filled with tuna and spring onion, but it tastes different then all the Tuna Onigiri you’ve had before. You write down all the different things you can taste, compare them to the knowledge you have but still - did he use a spice you don’t know? A combination you’re not familiar with?
The taste lingers, but you cannot put your finger on it. You feel a little weepy too, as if you had just watched your favorite movie from when you were a kid. You sniff and take the other Onigiri, bite into almost cautiously. It’s Tenmusu, your favorite kind of Onigiri.
This time, literal tears run down your cheeks. The shrimp is crisp, the sweet sauce calling you back to childhood, reminding you of the few free afternoons you got to spend with your mother, just the two of you, no work allowed. You only remember to write down the taste and ingredients when the last bite has disappeared and your hands leave the paper stained.
Well… You’re no closer to figuring out what to make for your finals, but you might be getting your period soon. Why else would you be moved to tears by food?
-
“Onigiri, huh?” You ask Osamu after class the next day. You can’t help yourself.
He looks up from his phone, surprise on his face. It’s ridiculous how good that makes him look.
“What about it?”
“I heard you made Onigiri for your Entry Exam.”
“Ah, yes.” He smiles, the kind of smile that makes you want to slap it off his face. “Tsumu told me he made you try it.”
You can feel your face go slack. WHAT?
“What did you think?” Osamu asks, way too confident for your taste. “Did you like them?”
You can’t decide between a huff and a snort and the sound that does come out reminds you more of a dying walruss.
“They were probably pitying you.” You point out, nose in the air. “I showed up with Kaiseki Ryori. I made Chawanmushi.”
“Ah.” Osamu sounds like he’s not sure what that is. But you’ve gone over that in class, he’s just messing with you.
“Well, when do I get to try it?”
You blink. “What?”
“Yeah, it’s only fair, right? After you tried mine.”
You swallow thickly, look around for some help, but you’re the only one’s still in the hallway.
“Fine.” You huff eventually, because he does have a point. “As long as I don’t have to eat it.”
His brows furrow and your mind unhelpfully supplies you with the information that his eyes are a different shade than Atsumu’s. Osamu’s eyes are almost as grey as his hair, reminding you of the sky outside.
His mouth moves and you blink, try to focus on his voice, but fail. Your collar feels too tight around your neck and you pull at it, too aware of Osamu’s eyes that flicker to your neck and stay there. God, what’s going on?”
“What did you say?” You ask in the most snooty voice you can manage. “I wasn’t listening.”
“Why do you cook something you don’t like?” He asks. “Don’t you enjoy cooking?”
Something snaps inside you like a rubberband that has been pulled taut for too long.
“Why do you care?” You sniff and he rolls his eyes.
“I was just asking.”
“Sure you were. But you’re psychological warfare doesn’t work on me! You can flutter your long eyelashes at someone else!”
Osamu laughs. “I wasn’t-”
“Neither was I. Well, are you coming or not?”
“Where?”
“You wanted to try my Chawanmushi!”
“Gesundheit.” You turn, not the least bit surprised to see Atsumu standing there. It’s lunchtime for him, he’s coming to collect his goods. “Or was that a codeword for something naughty?”
“Oh god, you’re awful.”
-
You know that the Chawanmushi has turned out as perfect as all the other times. You can tell by sight and smell, but you cannot bring yourself to try it.
The thought of it has you swallow back bile but you serve it to the brothers with the biggest smile you can manage.
“Here.” You present it in tiny, elegant bowls.
“Are you in pain?” Osamu asks and you drop the smile.
“Go f-”
“Why is it so tiny?” Atsumu asks, eyeing the bowl skeptically. “I’m hungry.”
“I made you Curry.” You tell him off. “This is just a tasting. You can’t eat full bowls with Kaiseki Ryori, you’d never manage that amount of food.”
“Don’t underestimate me.” Atsumu digs in, spoon clinking loudly against the bowl to the point you fear for its life.
He’s done with it before Osamu has even tasted his, still smelling the dish carefully, pulling the spoon through as if to check for clumps.
“It was fine.” Atsumu gives his mark as one would comment on an order of KFC. “Now, the Curry?”
You huff but don’t get up, eyes still trained on Osamu. Then, finally, he brings the spoon to his mouth. If you’re focusing a little too much on his full lips, that’s entirely because he’s the world's slowest eater at the moment and nothing else.
His face remains passive.
Cold sweat runs down your back as he slowly but surely finishes the dish and nods appraisingly.
“It was good.” Osamu says calmly. “The Curry?”
Breathing is a little hard at the moment, but you manage to get up, collect the bowls - you don’t throw them at the floor in a fit of rage and you’re very proud of yourself for that - and get them safely to the kitchen sink.
Your hands shake a little as you serve the Curry in three different plates, but if the boys notice, they don’t comment on it.
“I hope you like it.” Your voice is back to normal, your wounded heart tucked safely back into your chest. “It’s packed with protein and healthy vegetables to make sure you have all the necessary nutrients. You could eat this every day and wouldn’t have to worry about losing out on anything.”
Atsumu digs in without another word. He beams around the spoon, curses loudly.
“This is so good.” He says, mouth full.
“Pig.” Osamu announces next to him, puts the first spoon into his mouth and-
You can see it, in the widening of his eyes and the light blush that appears on the height of his unfairly sharp cheekbones. He likes it. He likes it very much.
You should probably feel a bit more upset about the fact that they insult your Chawanmushi but get high on your Curry, but then again, it just feels good to watch Osamu have the same reaction to your Curry that you had with his Onigiri.
“You should make this for the Exam.” Osamu points out in between a groan and another spoonful of Curry. “It’s amazing.”
“No!” Atsumu shakes his head, still speaks with his mouth full. “The Udon you made yesterday. That was crazy good.”
“What Udon?” Osamu’s voice has a tint to it you cannot place. Does he know about the Onigiri you tried but not about the deal itself? Is he jealous he didn’t get to try them?
“Okay, so she makes the Noodles herself, right? This time without the freaky black stuff-”
“Sepia,” you throw in but he ignores you, “But she used pork belly for the sauce and something creamy and mushrooms, I think-”
“Shiitake.”
“And I tell you, Samu, it was so so good! Like, it reminded me of Mom making that stew, you know? When Dad had that big sale thing and we got to celebrate it?”
Osamu’s eyes light up in a way that has you looking down at your food, heart thrumming in your chest like a hummingbird on speed.
“Can you-” He hesitates for a second. “Can you make me that?”
“I could.” You point out, not at all feeling the upper hand. You feel nervous instead as if this is a test or something worse. You swallow thickly, try to think of something to wager against it. Your mind is unhelpful at best, offering the possibility of a date - as if!
“If I get your recipe. For the Onigiri.”
Osamu’s mouth clicks shut. He blinks, clearly surprised. Then he grins, the kind of grin that tells you this isn’t going to work in your favor, at all.
“Sure. So, Udon tomorrow?”
“I was going to make Katsudon tomorrow.” You point out, pissed that he’s overthrowing your meal plan. Atsumu looks like he’s gotten a glimpse of heaven.
“Really?”
-
You hate to think about it, but the week is nearing its end and Osamu feels less like the devil and more like the dangerously cute boy from your class now. The dangerously cute boy who’s going to get a better mark than you, take the promised internship at one of Japan's leading five-star restaurants and laugh in your face if you don’t shape up right now.
Your father is as helpful as ever.
He’s currently obsessed with the Yakimono part of Kaiseki Ryori, taking you out to dinner each weekend only to try new variants that you should use for your Final Exam.
The food is good, there’s no denying that, but it lacks the emotional touch you had with the Onigiri.
The same Onigiri that you’ve made three times already. They never taste like Osamu’s.
You’re suspecting that he skipped on one ingredient in the recipe, the one thing you could not put your finger on when you tried them.
“Hey.” Atsumu’s waiting at your door when you return from coffee with your mother. She had been even less helpful, talking about the new dessert dish she was creating. You might have gotten her cooking skills, but you hate baking almost as much as Chawanmushi.
“I thought we said we would skip the cooking over the weekend.”
“Yeah, about that.” He lifts a heavy bag. “I wanted to ask for a favor.”
“I’m not setting for you.”
“Why would I- Never mind, I wanted to ask… Could you like, show me… how to cook?”
You blink in surprise.
“Why would I teach you that? Don’t you have your brother?”
“He’s not a good teacher.” Atsumu points out and you snort.
“So you want to learn how to cook? And stop harassing me and Osamu?”
“No, no, I will still harass the two of you for food, but it looked easy when you did it, so I thought you could teach me, maybe?”
“Fine.”
“I’m even pa- Fine? Oh, wow, that was easy.”
“If I can ask you some questions in turn without you judging me?”
“Me, judging someone? Never.” He puts a hand on his chest, probably aiming for his heart, but he’s now swearing on his left ribcage.
-
You watch like a Hawk as Atsumu prepares the Omurice. He’s got a bad habit of getting distracted, but he’s not a bad student.
“So…” You swallow your nerves. “You and Osamu used to play Volleyball together, right?”
“Yeah. He could have gone Pro, like me. But he said…” He raises his hands to make air quotes and lowers his voice into a deeper pitch to mock Osamu, “Skillswise I'm just as good as you. But I think that, when all's said and done, you love volleyball just a teensy bit more than me.”
“And you were okay with that?”
“Nah.” Atsumu flips the Omurice onto a plate and hands it over to you. “Try.”
“It’s good.” You hand it back to him. “Eat.”
-
When Atsumu leaves, you’re left with even more questions than before.
What does it mean to love something so much you’re willing to pass up something good?
Atsumu is making good money as a Pro, even now. But Osamu had no idea if he was going to make it into this school until he tried.
And why did he make freaking Onigiri?
Midnight has come and gone when you put a jacket over your sleepshirt and slip out of your apartment in nothing but booty shorts and bunny slippers.
You’re not sure if there’s a nightguard. There might be, this is still a mixed dorm filled with hormonal teens and tweens.
Even though you’ve never been to Osamu’s place before, you know the route by heart. You had memorized it in a childish fit when you realized his room was just below the fire escape.
You wouldn’t allow him to survive you in case of an emergency.
You knock twice before you can hear movement. The door opens and you almost swallow your tongue.
His hair is in disarray as if he’d dragged his hands through it all night and there’s the imprint of his pillow left on his cheek. He’s topless and you keep your eyes trained on the imprint on his cheek as if you don’t notice his happy trail or his still well-trained abs.
He blinks slowly and yawns.
“What’s up?” He asks. Something moves over his face, quick like a sparrow. “Shit, are you hurt? Did something happen?!”
“No, no, I… Shit, I don’t know, I-”
“Come in.” He pulls you inside, but he calculates wrong, uses too much force for your quivering body. You end up mushed against his chest, face plant right into the warm skin.
If you die like this, you won’t even be mad about it.
“Shit, sorry.” He grabs you and puts you at a distance again, blush high on his cheeks.
“Your Onigiri.” You start, before he can realize that you’re flustered too. “You didn’t list all the ingredients.”
“I did.”
“Did not. They don’t taste the same.”
“Ah.” He makes that insufferable sound like he knows everything you don’t.
You want to poke his abs, but you decide against it, mainly because it would make you look weird. But they do look ni-
“Tea?” He asks and you hold your right hand with your left, just in case it turns sentient.
“Yes, thank you.”
“Your Onigiri don’t taste like mine, because I make them for someone.”
“What?”
“The Tuna one.” He looks at the kettle instead of you, but his voice is wistful, distant. “I always make that one for Tsumu.”
“And the Tenmusu?”
“It’s my Mom’s favorite.” He says softly and you can’t help it, but you start to cry.
“Your Mom likes Tenmusu too?”
“Ah, shit, don’t tell me- Wait, here, take this…” He hands you a tissue to blow your nose and dry your tears.
“So you’re saying your secret ingredient is love? You’re really going to stand there and make me believe that you got the scholarship because you put love in your food?”
He shrugs. “You don’t have to believe me. But there’s a reason your Chawanmushi did not taste as good as your Curry.”
“Oh fuck off.”
“Gladly.” He smirks at you and this time your hand is faster than your mind, pointer finger digging into the firm muscle of his right pectoral.
“Don’t mess with me.”
“Why not?” His face moves closer to you, or did you move closer to his? “Isn’t it fun?”
Whoever moved first doesn’t matter now as his breath washes over you. His eyes skip to your lips and you lick them, no thoughts left in your brain.
Behind him, the kettle whistles, signaling that the water’s cooking, but neither of you moves.
This could end very badly, or very great, however you want to look at it.
Your mind, helpful as ever, comes up with a sentence that just slips out of your mouth unprompted.
“Atsumu said that you loved Volleyball a little-”
He draws back the moment he hears you speak, face now closed like a window that has let down its shutters.
“Right, Atsumu.” He says, interrupting you. “You should get back to the bed.”
“But the tea…”
“I forgot.” He takes the kettle off the stove. “I was going to make a hot water bottle for myself. Sorry.”
-
Somehow, somewhere, you took a wrong turn.
Maybe it was when you started liking Osamu, in this weird way that has you enjoy the bickering and the competitiveness. Maybe it was even before that, when you let Atsumu get away with his needling, fed him Udon instead of throwing him out.
Or maybe it was even before that, when you didn’t put up a fight everytime your father decided for you, when your mother put work before spending time with you.
It’s a good thing that Finals are right around the corner.
You can’t focus in most classes, left staring holes into Osamu’s back.
Atsumu’s stopped showing up himself, probably now a master in cooking for himself. Or he’s gone back to Osamu, to fantastic Onigiri and whatever else he knows how to make.
-
Four days before the Final, someone bangs on your door.
“Jeez, I’m coming.” You pull the door open to reveal Atsumu, soaked and clearly pissed..
“You okay?” You ask. “Or do you need a towel?”
“Why are you not a couple?” He asks back. “Like, the tension was there, you were practically undressing each other at the table - in front of me, might I add - and yet you’re not even speaking to each other? I even cooked all my meals these past weeks in the hopes of hearing good news but Samu’s acting like a bug crawled up his ass and died.”
“What are you even talking abou-”
“Oh, don’t fool me.” He steps inside and moves toward your bathroom without asking. “I just ran here because all I get from Samu are cryptic messages. Did you say something?”
“No, I-”
“Spill.” Atsumu points at the kitchentable, hesitates for a second, then he points at the kitchen itself. “Make some food while your at it. Also, can I have some change of clothes?”
You make Okayu with ginger and honey, the rice porridge a comfort to your heart and a boost to Atsumu’s immune system.
It’s not a long tale. It could be, probably, but you refuse to go into more detail than necessary. Atsumu might be kind of a friend, in his weird, annoying way, but he’s still Osamu’s twin brother.
“I’m gonna go talk to him.” He grabs the bag with his clothes and stalks off, dressed in one of your oversized hoodies and bright pink pajama pants, both things slightly too short on him.
“Give him a chance when he comes back,” are his parting words.
But Osamu does not show up.
Neither does he the next morning in class.
-
One of the teachers calls you over after class.
“You and Miya-san are pretty close, right?” She starts, speaks on while you’re still trying not to choke on your spit. “Could you bring him the notes from today? He called in sick. Tell him to take care and rest, so that he can take part in the Final.”
“I-I will.”
You end up in your own room instead, debating if you should just leave everything in front of his door and run. If he’s not at the final, you automatically win. But that’s not a win you’d feel good about, if you’re being honest to yourself.
Before you know it, you find yourself making Oyaku again, with Ginger and Honey, the one food that always gives you comfort and boosts your health. The process is simple, but it still calms you down every time. When it’s done, you look down at two portions and know what to do.
-
“Osamu?” The door is closed, but you can hear faint shuffling behind it. “I made you Oyaku. I heard you’re sick and got your notes from the teachers. I didn’t tell them that I’m a friend of yours, but she was convinced of it and didn’t let me change her mind. But I… we kinda are friends, right?” You feel so weird talking to the closed door.
“Even if you don’t like me, we got to keep up the reputation. Eat the Oyaku, okay? Winning doesn’t feel the same if you kick yourself out of the game.”
You put everything in front of his door and leave, lingering at the end of the hallway, just out of sight, until you hear his door. When you look back, the Oyaku is gone and all you have to do is wait.
-
Osamu is already outside when you step out of the classroom.
“Already finished?”
“Onigiri doesn’t take that long to make.”
“Ah, right.” You nod, don’t know if you should avoid his gaze or follow your instinct and look a bit more closely. He sounds healthy at least.
“What did you make?” His voice is gruff when he asks.
“Ginger Honey Oyaku.” You answer, voice soft. “Which might confuse the teachers because I had all the ingredients ready for honey-glazed pork belly but I decided against it at the last second.”
“I’d have loved to try that pork belly.” Osamu sighs dreamily. “But that Oyaku was so good. I could eat that everyday and never get tired of it.”
“Same.” You smile but it falters when you feel his eyes on you and you know you’ve got to say it. “I made it for you.”
“Yeah, I know-”
“No, what you said… about the Entry Exam.” You can feel your heartbeat, like the fluttering of hummingbird wings. If you’re going to pass out during your confession, you’re going to kill Osamu for it.
Behind you, the door opens and two more students step out. Osamu looks at them and back at you and you nod, point down the hallway. “Let’s take a walk?”
There’s a broom closet not far down and you slip inside only to regret it seconds later. There’s barely enough space for the two of you, his breath washing over you as you try to focus on the words you need to say. Out loud, so he can hear them too.
“I want to beat you.” You can hear him snort, but you keep your gaze on your hands. You won’t be able to speak if you look into his eyes. “But you’re also really funny and caring and cute, in a way. I could see myself, I mean, I already, you know-”
“What about Tsumu?” He asks, voice strangely hoarse.
“What about him?”
“Don’t you like him more? You don’t feel the need to beat him every two seconds, right?”
You roll your eyes and groan.
“Seriously? The best thing about Atsumu is that he looks kinda like you.”
If you had wanted to say more - you didn’t, but you hate letting anyone else have the last word - it leaves your mind the second his lips press onto yours.
Your mind’s not yet caught up, but your body is, hands dragging through his hair to pull him closer, to marvel at the softness of it - what conditioner is he using? - to have him a little closer.
His hands are on your hip, your back, roam over your shoulders, leaving warm trails and goosebumps behind.
Then there’s bright light and a shrill shriek and you burst away from each other only to face one of your teachers.
“What? The indecency! During an exam no less! Detention! Detention!” Her garbled words don’t make much sense, but the last word you understand.
Osamu sends you a look, his eyes speaking of little guilt and a promise to continue this latter. You can’t help but feel the same.
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As it turns out, Detention automatically overrules your exceptional Exam marks. Neither of you wins the internship. Neither of you cares.
Osamu had applied to an Onigiri shop not far from the school as a second option and with your last name you have no trouble securing an internship with a well-known nutritionist for Pro Athletes.
Your father is not happy about your change in dreams, but when you explain the earning capacity of this position, and the business plan you’re already halfway through making, your excitement swaps over.
Your mother, as usual, barely listens. But you take it in stride, her usual droning on about a recipe she’s working on, by thinking about how in less than an hour, you’ll see Osamu again.
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“You guys owe me.” Atsumu declares during Movie night. He’s perched on the edge of the couch, the last piece of the Pizza in his hands. “I’m talking about food for life.”
“We could have done it without you,” Osamu insists, arm around you, face nuzzled into your hair. He pretends he’s watching the movie, but you know better. He’s been thinking about the cheese crackers in your pantry for hours.
“If I hadn’t pulled you out in the rain to talk things through, you wouldn’t have gotten sick and your girlfriend wouldn’t have made Oyaku for you! That’s enough reason for you to love me forever!”
“If you hadn’t interfered he wouldn’t have had to think we were dating instead.” You point out and dig your hands into Osamu’s grip on your arms, moving away from him.
“Babe, what-” He starts but you nod in the direction of your pantry. “Get the crackers. I can’t watch you any longer.”
“Really?” His face lights up like a child in front of a Christmas tree. It’s worth the ridiculous price you paid for the crackers.
“Really.”
He kisses you and the moment could be perfect. But there’s still Atsumu, fake gagging in the background.
#I loved writing the banter#hope this is something good#my writing#osamu x reader#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu#haikyuu fluff#haikyuu!!#haikyuu x you#haikyuu drabbles#hq x reader#miya osamu#miya twins#miya atsumu#osamu fluff#osamu drabble
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lovesick . romance tropes with blue lock .
(full length fics coming up soon!!) .
" hey nana, no matter how much or how often people hurt each other, loving someone is never a waste .
ISAGI
childhood friends to lovers & in the rain
you always admired isagi. every since the age of 7, he had been obsessed with football. it was really rare to find a passion and ambition like his. and he was so nice to you! and cute.. and hot.. and driven.. and- okay, you liked him. like, a lot. but he was in love with someone.. something else. football. it was what he lived for. but you were next, really. isagi would come to you with stories, ideas, and just about anything. and you would listen religiously, because that was the only thing you could do to keep your heart from bursting. these habits, and your 10 year crush, carried on until high school. you were neighbors, so you always walked with him to school and back. it looks like someone forgot to read the weather report today, because it's rainy with a chance of a confession.
"you like me? i like you too. you're my best friend!"
"yoichi. i like you. like, like like. like love."
"i love you too!"
".. yoichi isagi. it's been 3652 days since i've liked you."
"oh. that kind of like."
RIN
enemies to lovers & academic rivals to lovers
you hated itoshi rin. you HATED him. you hated how he always acted all high and mighty and thought everyone was below him and called everyone that didn't fit his high ass standards "lukewarm." you hated how your name was always second to "itoshi rin." in every exam, in every lesson. you hated him and he hated you right back (or you thought) though, that didn't really explain why he was standing in front of you with a heart shaped box, eyes wandering across the room, one hand scratching his neck bashfully, with a little bit of blush on his cheeks. your jaw almost dropped. yeah, you hated itoshi rin, but was he always this pretty? his eyes were spotify green cerulean, and his hair framed his face perfectly. now, up close, you noticed that his eyes weren't blue ー they were teal. his jawline was sharp. was it bad that you wanted to kiss it? was it bad that you wanted to kiss him?
"HUH?????? I THOUGHT YOU HATED ME?" wow, excellent thing to say to your crush!!! woooo!!! you dumb bitch..
"hated you? uh.. i never really hated you.."
"oh..."
"yeah.."
silence.
CHIGIRI
stuck in a elevator & hot neighbor
wow, moving was the best decision you ever made. the rent was way lower, the community was friendly, and your neighbor was, well.. hot. hot as fuck. he was tall, with long and silky red hair, and the prettiest pink eyes. and he was really nice. cookies on the day you moved in, frequent hi's and hello's, and he even invited you for dinner some day! no doubt, you were head over heels. and how could you not be? he made one hell of a pasta. so, would it be considered good, or bad that you're currently stuck in an elevator with him? you were going out to meet some friends, you so did your makeup and everything. he just got back from the gym. god, he was really eye candy.
"you look nice. who're you all dolled up for?"
"just some friends. you?"
"got back from the gym."
"so.."
"hm?"
and then there was a crash.
".."
".."
"holy shit. what was that."
KUNIGAMI
best friend's older brother & protecting you
ever since you were eight, still watching icarly on the tv and dressing up dolls with your best friend, you had been MADLY smitten with her older brother. honestly, who wouldn't be? he was so nice, treated you with utmost care even when you were younger then him. he never lost his calm, he was always kind, and... he was extremely handsome. you always chased after him, but he always just thought you were his little sister's best friend. naturally, you enrolled in the same college as him. you were only a year younger, and with the mindset that kunigami only liked smart girls, you got into college with amazing grades. so why was it, that every time you tried to dress up all cute for him, he barely paid attention. it wasn't like you were in the same friend group, but really? just a occasional 'wow, those clothes suit you.' and a smile? how dense was this guy? and on top of that, you always attracted unwanted attention.
"hey, girl, let's go out."
".. no."
"why not? listen, i have a lot of girls chasing me, and i chose you. you must be honored."
"i have a boyfriend.."
"sure you do. listen, just give it up." he moved his arms towards you.
"no means no." a familiar voice said, grabbing that creepy guy's hands.
"and who're you?"
".. her boyfriend."
REO
fake dating
the silence was deafening.
"what. did you just say?"
"i said, date me. for 2 weeks, fake date me. just to get my parents off my back."
.. is he being for real? you knew mikage reo since you were 5. your parents and his parents were business partners, so you saw each other a lot. it was him, with his little purple bowlcut, at 5 years old, who excitedly took your hand and introduced himself. reo quickly became a close friend of yours - until he moved overseas for his little football trip or something. you hadn't seen him in years, yet he came back, knocked on your door, and made this crazy proposal. sure, he'd grown into a hot guy.. a little bit too hot. his fluffy purple hair framed his beautiful face perfectly, and his curious eyes looked at you, waiting for your answer. his lean and toned arms were visible from the black half sleeve he wore, and traces of a fully defined body were visible from under... maybe this wouldn't be such a bad idea?
"so? yes or no?"
NAGI
sharing a room
going on a trip with your crush was the BEST thing that had ever happened to you. well, it was until about 10 minutes ago. reo, your mutual friend, decided to sponsor a trip for every one of his friends for reasons only god knows. you all met at the lobby of the expensive hotel he booked, and drew straws to see who'd get which room. reo, being the sore loser he was, (no reo hate i love reo) switched up the straws as soon as he got the shorter one. so, just your luck, right? getting stuck with your crush, nagi seishirou, in one room. you're so gonna kill reo when you get out of this.
"uhh, i can take the floor?" you offered.
"okay. take it then." he said, plainly.
your eye twitched at his pettiness. ".. nevermind!! i'm taking the bed."
"hey." he frowned "we flip a coin.. i'm heads."
actually, your luck was sort of good. it landed on tails!
"this thing is rigged..." he grumbled while getting ready to sleep on the floor. which somehow included taking off his grey sweatshirt, to reveal abs and a body like a greek god.. wait, why were you even staring??
"soo... uh.. do you always take off your shirt before going to bed?"
lovemaiyo 2023. do not steal.
#🍓 penned by mai#isagi x reader#yoichi isagi x reader#isagi yoichi x reader#itoshi rin x reader#rin x reader#rin itoshi x reader#chigiri x reader#hyoma chigiri x reader#hyouma chigiri x reader#kunigami x reader#rensuke kunigami x reader#reo x reader#mikage reo x reader#nagi x reader#seishiro nagi x reader#seishirou nagi x reader#blue lock#blue lock x reader
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Hello, can I request Captain Levi x cadet reader enemies to lovers where Levi takes care of a sick reader please? Thanks 👍
Migraines
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At first, it was all fun and games; He’d piss you off, and you’d piss him off. It was a never ending competition of hatred that neither of you knew how had even started.
All you knew for certain was his gloomy demeanor really set you off, just as your overly confident personality really riled him up.
But when you suddenly stopped trying to get under his skin and kept to yourself, Levi felt the unfortunate need to find out why.
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Pairings: Levi x Captain!Reader
Warnings: Language, bullying
SFW, enemies-to-lovers
Taglist: @21aurora @deepzombieyouth @braunsbabe
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A/N: You got it lovely! Pls this request was such a fun write. Sorry for the long wait! Also I made reader a Captain just to make it flow a little easier? Hopefully it did?
As always, if something doesn’t match up to your preferences, I’ll happily re-write.
🤎Enjoy~
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“And that concludes today’s meeting. The next expedition is a go.”
Erwin wrapped up the weekly meeting with a confident smile; one you couldn’t help but grin along to.
“Excellent plan, Commander,” you grinned, shooting a fleeting look over to the man on the other side of the table from you triumphantly.
Levi rolled his eyes. He was always in agreement with Erwin’s plans; except for when you so full heartedly accepted them.
“Course you’re in favor, L/N. Leading a team is all you ever wish to accomplish in this line of duty.”
“Oh c’mon shorty; everyone deserves to be apart of something here.” you retorted with a chuckle, leaning back in your chair and folding your arms across your chest.
“Oh for wall’s sake,” Erwin whispered to himself in exasperation, running a hand down his brow. It was always a competition between his top two soldiers, no matter what the task at hand might be.
“As I previously stated; Captain Y/N will be holding down the left flank, and Corporal Levi will lead the Special Operations Squad along the right flank. You’ll both regroup at the head of the formation; there is no competition to be had here.”
Scoffing under his breath, Levi turned his head away. “Of course not. There never is any competition to be had.”
“Why you little-“ You rose from your seat and leaned across the table towards Levi, but the warning look flashing through Erwin’s eyes made you freeze and sigh in defeat. Standing back up straight, you made a show of smoothing our your outfit and hair, then smiled.
“Of course, sir. I won’t let you down.”
With that, you spun on your heel and exited the room alongside your fellow Captains.
Levi grumbled under his breath as he stood and pushed his chair back, shooting a glare to the back of your head. Seeing this, Erwin approached him and placed a hand on the shorter man’s shoulder.
“At least try to get along? I’ll speak with them as well, as this would be a two sided agreement, but please; try and cooperate with them for prep training and the expedition?”
Scoffing, Levi looked up and met his eye. “I’ll behave if they do. Besides, I don’t instigate.”
“Of course you don’t,” Erwin sighed, removing his hand. “You two might just get along, if you tried to.”
“Doubt it, eyebrows.”
Shrugging his shoulders to adjust his jacket more comfortably, Levi marched out of the room, leaving Erwin to softly smirk to himself as he watched Levi approach the Captain out in the hall.
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“Oi, L/N.”
You halted in your tracks and turned your gaze over your shoulder, only to see Levi leaving the meeting room with a deep scowl. Biting back a grin, you turned to fully face him and raised a brow.
“Yes, short stack?”
Levi grit his teeth and furrowed his brow, coming to a stop only a few paces away from you.
“Don’t forget prep training tomorrow afternoon. I won’t tolerate having to wait on your lazy ass frolicking around HQ when we have duties to attend to.”
“Oh, I’ll be there, don’t worry too much,” you reassured him mockingly. “I wouldn’t want to keep you waiting on me too long.”
Levi was silent for a moment, carefully evaluating your features and tone before responding.
“Whatever that’s supposed to mean, don’t let it make you late. Again.”
“I think you know what it means, but fine,” you smiled, reaching over to ruffle his hair in the way you knew he absolutely loathed.
“See you tomorrow. Oh, and do try and keep up on the expedition. It’d be a shame to have you not meet up in formation with the rest of the squad cause your short legs wouldn’t carry you fast enough.”
“Same to you, shit stain. Try not to miss the fifteen meter titans standing right in front of your blind eyes.” Levi growled out, his eyes sharp with hatred.
“If I can spot you in a crowd, no one has to worry about my ‘poor eyesight’. You don’t exactly stand out.” You scoffed over your shoulder, turning away to continue down the hall.
Left standing alone in the hall, Levi sighed. Just how the hell did Erwin expect him to get along with you?
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By the time lunch was served and devoured in the mess hall the following day, Levi still hadn’t spotted you anywhere. For half the day, this pleased him; one less annoying brat to deal with. In his books, the most annoying brat.
But when he stood out on the training fields and saw your entire squad without their Captain present, he became annoyed.
As much as he hated it, as Captain, it was his duty to ensure everyone was accounted for for their prep training. Pinching his brow, he barked out a command to the cadets before him before storming off.
“Seems someone decided to skip out on mandatory training. Stay put while I drag their sorry ass out here.”
With that he was gone, fists and jaw clenched as he thought of all the places you might be hiding.
The stables? Absent. The mess hall? Only the cleaning crew occupied the space. Erwin’s office? Empty but for the very man sat at his desk.
With a brow raised in surprise, the Commander greeted him.
“What brings you to my office, Levi? Aren’t you all preparing for prep training?”
“We were, till someone decided to go missing.” Levi scoffed, arms folded over his chest.
“Captain Y/N?” Erwin assumed, taking a stand from his chair and turning to the office’s large windows.
“Come to think of it, I haven’t seen them all day. Hange even made a remark about their absence.”
“Surprised shitty-glasses even noticed something non-titan related.” Levi huffed, following his Commander’s gaze.
“Y/N is scarcely tardy…” The Commander trailed off in thought, his brow pinched in concern.
“I’ve already checked the stables. And the mess hall.” Levi uncrossed his arms and stared curiously out the window. Why was he suddenly feeling a spark of concern as well? It’s not like he actually cared if you showed up or not…Right?
“Have you tried their room?” Erwin’s sudden question brought him out of his thoughts.
“…No,” Levi admitted, furrowing his brow. “Why the hell would I ever go there?”
“Well other than the obvious that they might be there, I’d only suppose it would be because you’d care to check up on them?”
Levi let that sink in a moment, then scoffed in irritation. “Fine, I’ll check for them there. But only because you ordered this damned prep training.”
“Thank you, Levi. You’d better go check soon.” Erwin hid his smile by turning back to his desk and taking a seat.
“It’s good to see you care about them.”
“I don’t.” Levi sighed as he made haste towards the door, racing out and down the hall.
For a moment he wondered where your room might have been. Through which of these winding halls did your door reside?
Stopping in his tracks, he found himself before one of the many oak doors lining the Captain’s hall. He knew this was your door, but how? Surely, he thought, he hadn’t accidentally memorized where you stayed?
Snorting a sigh, he raised a hand and hesitantly knocked. Silence met his gesture, so he tried again. And again. Feeling beyond frustrated, he finally spoke up.
“Oi, brat. You in there?”
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Removing the covers from your head, you squinted your eyes open with a groan. Even with the curtains drawn shut, your room was still too bright.
You’d known you hadn’t felt the best during the meeting yesterday, but had only shrugged it off to be your annoyance towards the day. But to have woken up the next morning with a migraine and a fever, you figured you were in for one hell of a day.
Breakfast hadn’t gone over well. In fact you’d hardly gotten a few bites down before you stumbled back to your room to collapse in a sweaty heap on the rickety mattress. For an hour you convinced yourself a little rest would enable you to keep going, but every time you stood up the room would spin and your stomach would churn. Eventually you’d given up and resigned yourself to the dark room, wondering when you’d get yelled at for lack of attendance.
Now, it seems the time had come.
Rubbing at your eyes, you propped yourself up on an elbow and glared at the door.
“The hell you want short shit?” You rasped out in a hoarse and stuffy voice. Silence met your response, then you could hear the faint sound of your door handle rattling. With a final click, your door swung open and bounced off its hinges. Glaring at light that shone in, you groaned and fell back against the bed.
Of course it was him.
But…hadn’t he been the first person to race into your mind the moment someone came to check on you?
Levi slowly walked in, narrowed eyes analyzing the state you were currently in. Messy hair, red nose, pale skin, squinted eyes, tense shoulders.
He huffed, standing in the center of the room with crossed arms.
“You look like shit.”
“Thanks. Thought I’d take a leaf outta your gloomy book.”
You two glared at each other, silent and unmoving. Finally it became too annoying for you to keep quiet anymore. Clearing your throat, you spoke.
“So? Why are you here?”
“Cause you aren’t out for prep training,” he responded dully.
“You do this for all the female Captains? They don’t show up so you break into their rooms to watch them sleep?” You snorted, sitting up straight finally.
“Nope, just you. So far you’re the only dumbass Captain I have to track down and check on.” Levi uncrossed his arms and let them hang at his sides as he looked you over once more.
“Awe, you do care-“ a series of deep coughs racked your body, causing Levi to take a step back.
“You should be in the infirmary, being this sick. And for the record, I don’t care. I have orders, same as you.” He huffed, turning his gaze away from your disheveled form to the covered windows lining your room.
“And I’m sure those orders consisted of you breaking and entering?” You raised an unnamed brow, then sighed.
“I tried getting up, tried eating, tried forcing myself to work…Didn’t happen. Head cold and migraine.” You explained up briskly.
“I gathered as much…” Levi’s voice trailed off as he returned his gaze to you. For the first time, you saw something other than annoyance in his eyes when he looked at you now.
Pity? Concern? You couldn’t quite tell, but the new look in his eyes relaxed the tension in your shoulders.
“If you won’t go to the infirmary, then I guess you need someone to look after your sweaty ass.” Levi continued, though his tone carried a silent question rather than the usual authoritative tone he always used with you.
Surprised, you couldn’t do anything but nod along in agreement.
“I suppose I could use some help getting more meds…I was only able to find enough for one dose earlier.”
“I keep extras in my office.” Levi was quick to respond, then seemed to realize his slip in character and furrowed his brow.
“ ‘Suppose I could grab them for you, but just so we’re clear I’m only doing this to get you back to your duties. It’s pathetic you can’t even manage this much on your own.”
Despite the throbbing ache in your head, you grinned sluggishly. “That’s rich, coming from the guy who rushed in here to offer me help in the first place.”
“I didn’t-“ He sighed, unable to come up with anything to dispute your claim. It was true, after all. “Just shut up. You’re giving me a migraine.”
With that he spun on his heel and left the room, not bothering to close the door after himself.
“Prick,” you mumbled, turning over in the bed to get comfortable again. Through your annoyance, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself.
True, you were always at one another’s throats. It was an aggravatingly amusing way to pass the time most days. But that look in his eye…It was stuck in your mind, playing over and over again in a loop. Why? You couldn’t be sure.
But the moment he returned with a glass of water and a roll of bread to accompany the bottles of medication in his arms, you realized you might just like this side of Levi better.
Through his glair, you could detect the tiniest hint of satisfaction in his eyes when you finally gave him a genuine smile.
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Hi, how are you
Can you recommend me any enemies to lovers, buddie fics, please
Hello! I sure can! I haven't read many tbh but here's some that I have and I loved! (I'm taking the word "enemy" and turning it into "rival" with a few of these tbf)
@letmetellyouaboutmyfeels has done a whole bunch, all of which I devoured and loved.
I'll Scrawl it on Every Wall I see - (Buddie, Teen, 29.7k)
Don't Play Games (Come My Way) (Buddie, Explicit, 43.1k)
Love and Bullets Both Shatter Hearts (But Only One Can Put You Back Together) (Buddie, Explicit, 11.2k)
Carbon Date Me, Excavate Me (Buddie, Explicit, 7.4k)
@daffi-990 also has an excellent Rival Firefighters fic with chapters coming out ever week!!
Stuck now so long, we just got the start wrong (Buddie, Explicit, 31.8l (so far))
And I'm gonna tag a load of mutuals cause I've suddenly forgotten every fic I've ever read so if you guys have any other fics for anon, please lmk!
@theotherbuckley @hippolotamus @watchyourbuck @neverevan @bidisasterevankinard
@fortheloveofbuddie @spotsandsocks @rainbow-nerdss @jesuisici33 @wikiangela
@thekristen999 @underwaterninja13 @cal-daisies-and-briars @steadfastsaturnsrings @loveyouanywa
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hey sweeties!! kel and i put a list together of all the submissions we got for our event and split them into two masterlists of fics for you all to read and enjoy! this is my part of the list, so if you don't see yours give @beskarandblasters 's list >here< a look and see if that's where your fic/submission ended up!
we can't thank you enough for submitting and helping us give a voice to the smaller writers of the fandom ♥ oh, and for any multi chapter fics/series, we only read the first chapters to make it fair!
please make sure to read each fic's warnings carefully and happy reading! ♥
@iamskyereads - Compulsion (Ezra x ofc!Beatrice)
i can't even begin to describe how much i love this fic already. it's so smart and the worldbuilding?? incredible!! it feels like a sequel to the film, or like it could easily take place in the same universe. just brilliant. and ezra's voice is so clear here, i could hear him saying every word. and the oc, beatrice, is fascinating already, i can't wait to see where it goes!
@all-the-way-down-here - This Is Why We Fight (Dieter x nb!oc!Bell)
i love the start of this. both dieter and bell have excellent characterization and the conversations being had by every character feel so real and are so important. bell's group of friends all sound like friends i would have, and i would love to hang out with them. i love the direction this is going!
@linzels-blog - Delta Palms Tropical Resort (Frankie x f!reader)
ahh what a delightful little fic! it feels very much like an early 2000s rom com and i mean that in the best way! very cute and i love the vibes. everyone's characterization is great and i can't wait to sink my teeth into the rest of it!
@elvenmother - Context and Perspective (Marcus M x f!reader)
completely obsessed with this concept. i love a good enemies to lovers and this is such an awesome way to do it! i always see marcus m fics featuring someone without superpowers, but to have a character that's just as powerful as him? sign me up!
@kedsandtubesocks - In the Dead of the Night (Din x f!reader)
one of my absolute favorite din fics. the worldbuilding and din's creature form is incredible. i love a horror au that's flipped on its head. i also love the "creature is also the hunter" trope and this does that incredibly well. the atmosphere is off the charts.
@ghostofaboy - Rock Bottom (Frankie x original male characters)
god, i don't even know where to begin with this story. it's so raw and visceral and i can't say enough how much i enjoy it. i love reading something new and especially if it's coming from a male perspective. this is, unfortunately, something i could see frankie getting up to. frankie is such a deeply tragic character and this fic does that justice in a dark, but really intriguing way.
@ishabull - The Way We Were Drawn (Marcus P x f!reader)
ohh this is such a sweet fic. i love the imagery painted and the dynamic between marcus and reader is so sweet!
@secretelephanttattoo - Headshots (Marcus P x f!reader)
this fic is beyond sweet and so dreamy. the ideal scenario for anyone, in my humble opinion. who wouldn't want to take pictures of handsome fbi agents and then fall in love with said agent?
@lesbianhotch - you walk by and i fall to pieces (Frankie x f!reader)
THIS WAS THE CUTEST DAMN THING. i love me a nervous frankie (hello, have you read my fic lmao) and this was by far one of the cutest. i'm obsessed with reader's confidence and i just know those two are gonna be menaces once they're together. throw in some patsy cline and i am a goner. this is going on the reread list for sure.
@insomniamamma - Remain Nameless (Ezra & Cee w/ gn!reader)
ok, this one actually made me cry. i'm not sure if it's my own sleep-deprived ass that caused it but this is probably one of the most beautiful but sad fics i've read in a long time. i mean all of this in the best way because i don't normally get emotional from fics. prospect as a movie makes me emotional, though, so it doesn't surprise me that this did as well. it's such an incredible missing scene that i can, unfortunately, see absolutely happening. have some tissues nearby.
@sweetercalypso - Unlikely Friends (Joel x gn!reader)
this fic is one of my absolute favorite fics for joel. a big reason for that is i have a cat named tilly. and imagining joel reluctantly and grumpily cuddling with my tilly makes me emotional, ok??
@softstarlite - The Casualty of Love (Javi P x f!reader)
very cute! i love the awkward tension around not seeing someone for so long and there being a huge glow up maturity-wise from one of them! seeing someone in a new light is always a strange thing and i love the start to these two and their journey!
@julesonrecord - Shots (Jack x f!reader/oc)
probably one of the best post-movie fics i've ever read for jack. the way jack's trauma and therapy is handled is so fucking brilliant and tonic is one of the best fucking characters, god. eva is written so well and i just. i can't recommend this fic enough. if you like jack, hell even if you don't, give this fic a shot. i promise you'll come out of it liking it.
@coulsons-fullmetal-cellist - The Audition (Dieter x f!reader)
goddd this was so cute! dieter's insecurities don't come up very often and i absolutely love what a match he and reader make. she's so sweet with him and takes such good care of him. and he loves her so much and i love them ok
@max--phillips - A Little Lipstick Never Hurts (Max P x f!reader)
this is one of the best explorations into kink that i've ever read. it's so respectful and hot as fuck. completely obsessed with this take on max as a character and i can't get enough of the dynamic between him, reader, (and eventually dieter). it may not be everyone's cup of tea, but i highly encourage you to give it a try. max gets some well deserved lessons taught, and who doesn't love that?
@coastielaceispunk - The Gift of Lingerie (Max L x f!reader)
god, this was so fucking hot. i'm so here for a mentally healed maxwell in a healthy marriage with a fulfilling sex life lol the little bit of teasing on both their parts was beyond sexy and i loved how equal everything felt. ugh, will be rereading this one for sure.
@lotrefcp - Hidden Away (Javi P x f!reader)
i'm obsessed with a no nonsense reader with just as much attitude/sass as javi does lol i just kept reading going GET HIS ASS. an excellent start to a universe i'm excited to sink my teeth into!
@beefrobeefcal - On the Waterfront (Frankie x f!reader)
oh, this is dark. i love the vibes immediately. i've had a weird fascination with the mafia for most of my life and this has that air about it. a dark, chubby mob boss!frankie is right up my alley for sure. i love that he's still frankie tho. sensible, practical, but with an edge. mind the warnings.
@flightlessangelwings - La Estrella de Mi Vida (Javi G x f!reader)
ahhh so romantic and so tragic!! i swear, it's impossible to make javi unappealing but this fic is just so sweet and manages to make me love him even more (somehow). but i love the added drama and tension from outside forces!! i need to read the rest of it asap!
@littlemisspascal - Rockford & Roan (Tim x f!reader)
my god, i love this?? i'm not usually one for superpowers/soulmate au's but i'm in love with the practicality of this? it feels otherworldly without being too much and it's very grounded. i love the reader and the way tim is written is so believable. i love that we as a fandom have created such a visceral image of this character from only a minute's worth of footage!
@something-tofightfor & @the-blind-assassin-12 - Aphelion (Oberyn x Ellaria & f!reader)
goddd the imagery painted in this one. so heartbreaking. absolutely breathtaking. i'm a slut for vampires and i'm a slut for oberyn/ellaria. this is absolutely something i will be reading the rest of lol
@bluestar22x - The Rockford Files (Tim x f!reader)
ok this is insanely good. one of my favorite books of all time is "red dragon" by thomas harris and i felt like i was reading that again while i read this. the details of the case and the cadence of everything was top notch. obsessed with the psychic element thrown in there and i'm beyond excited to see where tim and psy end up next!
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@sweetenerobert - Fiction vs Reality (Tommy Miller x m!reader)
ohhhh my god. you give me a bisexual tattoo artist tommy miller with stretched ears and i'm supposed to be normal about it??? UNLIKELY. i am extremely tempted to edit this into reality ngl but my god. this was so fucking hot lmao
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Do you have any all time favorite fics? Any that specifically inspired your own? I absolutely love some recommendations for feel good, sexy, engaging romance (enemies to friends to lovers or just friends to lovers) fics. Thank you so much!!
Hello! And YES, I absolutely do. Some of these are the classic ones that everyone recs, but I've also included some WIPs that I am really loving atm that make me happy. SO:
Classics I re-read all the time:
DMATMOBIL - @isthisselfcare. This singlehandedly got me back into the fandom. I'm sure you've read it, but if you haven't, you absolutely must!
I love everything that @scullymurphy writes (plus they have great taste in music, and wine). Start with Universal Truths, but the recently completed Teach Me How To Forget is also delicious.
Similar for @thebemoon, I just love their stuff. The Darkwood Wand and The Gloriana Set are just so fun and enjoyable. I smile the whole way through.
Love and Other Historical Accidents by @pacific-rimbaud is frequently rec'd for a very good reason. Beautiful.
Also I have to shout out The Nature of Purity by @starsoforionwrites for some really interesting takes on wizarding society (and electricity!!!) which I am still thinking about.
How to Win Friends and Influence People by @olivieblake is the closest fic I've found to a Caput Mortuum-esque unhinged Hermione, and is really great fun.
Now we get to the WIPs that I'm loving, which again probably don't count as inspirations but are very much in the genre of things I love to read (and therefore, write!)
You Do It For Me by @zeebee3 is just delicious. Talk about fics you smile the whole way through.
I am ADORING Scary Partner Privilege by @nightbloom7reads. It deserves SO MUCH hype, because it's just excellent.
Erotic Friend Fiction by @whiskeygreen hasn't been updated in a while, but it is hilarious and you have 47 delicious chapters to get through!
Things Without Remedy by @onebedtorulethemall is also brilliant and deserves more hype. Very sexy big brain, hyper competent Hermione, and very sexy laboratory descriptions too. Anyone who writes anything about time travel I instantly am in awe, because I just don't think my brain could ever work that way.
Finally, If These Walls Could Talk by @incognitotoro is absolutely delightful. Bloody love cursebreaking, bloody love the medieval period, bloody love when they both exist in a fic.
these are all I can think of off the top of my head, but yes, I hope there are a few that you haven't come across yet! xxx
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Hello. What are your favorite books/series with romance? I'm asking because from all interactive fiction I've played, I think the way you shows relationships (not just romance, btw) is both realistic, and interesting. I tend to be pretty disappointed in this point, in general. So, if you don't mind, I would love to hear your recommendations
Do you mean Interactive Fiction books? Or traditional fiction/series and movies? If it's the latter, I'm afraid I can't help you much — outside of RPGs and IFs, I don't like romance. 😄
But if you mean IFs, I can tell you a few of my favorite romance options, but some of these books aren't necessarily centered around romance or relationships. So, you may find them a bit lacking, but I personally really enjoyed the journey.
The Wayhaven Chronicles — Mason is pretty fun 😋. You probably know Wayhaven already, but if you don't, this series is romance-centric and very in-depth with relationships, so this is probably the closest to what you're looking for.
Tin Star — Preston is one of my fav ROs of all time. This book is NOT romance-focused, but I think it's excellent, and again, Preston's route hit me like a train. I love that bastard man.
Zombie Exodus: Safe Heaven — I really like Rilley (╥_╥).
Way Walkers: University — Semryun is amazing.
Mecha Ace — Hawkins is such a great enemy-to-lovers route.
Choice of the Deathless — I can't, for the life of me, remember their name, but it starts with a W. Wackfield? Something like that. It's a rival-to-lover affair, and it's great.
There are more stories with fantastic ROs (and platonic relationships), but these are the ones that have stuck with me throughout the years. I hope I could help a little bit!
#oh just remembered!#but there's a label called Heart's choice that it's all about romance#I haven't played them yet but check it out! I think the games are free to play#recommendations#personal
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The Spreadsheet Digest - Vol 17
Hello darlings!
It was another big week - 24 fics! I should really start sleeping at night instead of reading until 3 am.... oh well. Enjoy the fruits of my sleep disorder!
You can find the Spreadsheet in all it's organizational glory here and all of my previous recommendations here.
Recommendations below the pedro meme (created by @gasolinerainbowpuddles)
Ravish -a Joel series by @psychedelic-ink
I've read a few like... cam girl/chat service/sex work type AUs and I have to say this is one of my favorites. I really really love the little Dieter cameos. And a little birdie (the literal author) told me he may be making an appearance in a future installment??? I am so excited ugh. Joel is like... stunningly hot in this despite being the kind of guy that falls in love with a cam girl. Yummy yummy
Seven minutes in heaven (the bathroom) -a Frankie one shot by @tieronecrush
A fun twist on the bathroom quickie trope. Frankie is so filthy in this fic and it is fantastic. I really like the ending also. Made me giggle
A Savage Place - a Joel series by @gasolinerainbowpuddles
SUB JOEL MY BELOVED!!! This is one of those more realistic sub joels where he's confused as fuck about liking it, but he really clearly needs someone to take control for a little while. I really fucking love this so much. (there's pegging in part 2 @ my pegging enthusiasts <3 ) Reader is hot as hell, also. GOD I love this.
Whistle in the Dark - a Joel series by @gasolinerainbowpuddles
Romantic cucking <3 No but okay the like basic plot is that your husband is a piece of shit who cheats on you so you like forcibly cuck him with Joel and Joel has feelings and it's sooooo hot and so good and like... affirming? and sweet? And your husband deserves to have his dick cut off bc he does something real fucked up, but having to watch Joel Miller dick his wife down GOOD is a start.
He hurt me but it felt like true love - a Joel one shot by @iamasaddie
Mean sexy Joel is pissy cause he found your dildo and he's gonna make that your problem. It's so hot. Vaginal DP????? GOD DAMN. Someone said DP isn't depraved a while back (eyeroll). They should read this. This is beautifully depraved
Feral Woman - a Joel series by @gasolinerainbowpuddles
This series has me feeling so many emotions. Watching FW/reader/Julia/Bug heal over time and learn to trust again is so fucking good. Susan is the light of my motherfuckin life I love that woman with all my heart. This series is GORGEOUS
Endless Night - a Joel series by @gasolinerainbowpuddles
yes i basically worked my way through Puddles' masterlist can you fucking blame me look at this shit. Anyway. EnNi reader/OC is, on the surface, the sunshine to Joel's grump. But the thing I love about her is that she's got this underlying darkness that adds so much depth to the grumpy x sunshine trope. I'm also eating up the borderline enemies to lovers dynamic going on here. Joel is such a dick lmao. I'm so excited for the rest of this fic.
All the good girls go to hell - an Ezra one shot by @psychedelic-ink
DUBCON with PRIEST EZRA yesssssss. The Haunted Hoedown is the gift that keeps on giving. This fic is so fucking HOT. Ezra as a priest seems so wrong and so right at the same time. This is excellent. I'd gladly go to hell for this man UNF.
Three's a crowd - a Marcus P/Javi P one shot by @agentmarcuspike
Marcus motherfuckin cute ass baby Pike watches Javier Peña fuck you. Yeah. Cucking Marcus Pike. That's what this is. Marcus is also characterized perfectly. Like this is so fucking cute actually. And it's really hot. obviously.
Begging for you to take my hand - a Joel series by @jupiter-soups
This fic is driving me up the wall in the best way. Joel is a big dumb idiot man who is like... not emotionally intelligent enough to realize he's in the wrong while trying to do what he perceives to be the "right thing." Here's what I commented verbatim on part 2 "Joel 'You Deserve Better Than Me' Miller back on his bullshit. I love this so much. Joel is so sad and so stupid i kinda wanna hit him." So if you're like me and you like to watch Joel be a sad little idiot who is also super hot.... this is the one
Refuge - a Joel series by @cool-iguana
GAH THIS IS SO GOOD!!! This fic really situates you in reader's head. Like you feel disoriented and frustrated and scared when she does and you feel like a powerful badass when she does and it's SO good. Basically in this one your husband joel shows up with some kid who is def not your kid in Jackson after you've been there for a hot minute and it's a big wtf moment. There's some other shit going on that I don't wanna spoil but like... this is so good. I know I keep saying that but GOT DAMN
Exposed - a Javi P one shot by @atticrissfinch
big fat dub con warning on this one. I so rarely see Javi written as a creep and I really fucking enjoyed it. I would like to humbly request more creep!professor!javi p
The Apprentice - a Dave York one shot by @pedropascalsx
This has like mafia!au vibes while not really being that, but what I mean by that is that the big bad murder daddy who you thought you'd be scared of saves you from murder father (ur dad). I really liked the characterization of Dave in this and the smut was HOT
Stockings - a Joel one shot by @atticrissfinch
Daddy kink daddy kink daddy kink. This is inspired by a photo that literally looks like denim shirt joel is helping you put your stockings on. This fic manages to be adorable and aggressively hot at the same time. I am in love.
Slumber - a Joel one shot by @cool-iguana
I love a good somno fic. also this is literally their 2nd fic they ever wrote and it's so good?! TALENT. There was a thing in this that caught me off guard bc I fully did not read the warnings, but I was not at all mad about it... HOT
Yearling - a Joel series by @justagalwhowrites
Holy motherfuckin shit balls dude. I'm noticing that I'm reading a lot of Reader-Who-Is-Extremely-Traumatized fics this week and I refuse to examine why that is but also they all have handled the heavy content very very well. Anyway. Reader is super duper good with horses and Joel is so soft and Ellie is so Ellie and I love all of this. I really love the way Kit builds the world in her fics. Like the opening chapter and then the way Bambi's back story is built up and the spaces that she exists in, they're all so vivid and good and real to me. I'm so fucking in love with the way Kit includes these details like reader singing and playing music, joel's coat, the light on in the house when Bambi is gone. It feels like nothing is there just to be there, like it's all important and it has a significant impact on the story and man... (also if you're worried about starting a longfic that's not finished, it updates like twice a fuckin week. Fast writer lol).
The Cabin in the Woods- a Dave York one shot by @xdaddysprincessxx
Getting kidnapped by Dave York and held in his cabin in the woods. Dark dark dark fic and so fucking well written. Love this <3
Isn't She a Doll? - a Dave York one shot by @proxima-writes
You are Dave's perfect little housewife and that is definitely the only thing going on here. Nothing out of the ordinary at all. (just read it)
Who do you call? - a Joel one shot by @chloeangelic
Your hot neighbor Joel helps you get rid of a spider! How sweet of him. Oh and then he rails you on the couch. I really love the way they have a whole conversation while they're fucking about how long it's been since they've fucked anyone. Chloe just has this wonderful way of infusing humor into really really hot fics that I adore
Does your mother know? - a Joel one shot by @cupofjoel
Another bathroom quickie for the rec list and god DAMN this one is hot. Close Family Friend!Joel (god I love putting this man in situations). There's something about being forced to stay quiet that just makes everything hotter.
Cellmate's Nephew!Joel - a Joel series by @toxicanonymity
JoJo is actually the love of my life. His tattoos, his voice, his dick print.... sigh. Can't wait to get out prison so this man can rail me on every available surface between the prison and Mabel's house.
The Man That I Love - a Joel series by @lumoverheaven
Joel is an idiot who doesn't know what he has until he almost loses it. The first part is heartwrenching and sad and I love it. The second part is wonderful and makes me tear up a lil
I said I didn't feel nothing, baby, but I lied - a Veracruz one shot by @iamasaddie
Veracruz is so hot. I swear that man could punch me in the face and I'd suck his dick for it (that is not healthy oops). This lovely little drabble is literally just you getting your ass spanked so raw you won't be able to sit for a week and it's HOT AS HELL
Creep - a Joel one shot by @theywhowriteandknowthings
Joel Miller is your super hot creepy neighbor and he manages to get you to fuck him and that is definitely the only thing going on here. nothing fishy at all. nope. totally normal reader fucks her creepy neighbor fic. (just fucking trust me and read it ok?)
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Happy Reading!
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Hello! I've been loving the ship asks. I saw you mention Lucius/Arthur in a previous post (for Dron 🙌🏼) and was wondering if you would be willing to expand. I love this ship so so much but I haven't come across many other Luthur shippers 😍. That bookshop scene in CoS though, just saying 👀
thank you so much for the ask, @lumosatnight - absolutely delighted to find someone else who has the exceptional taste to see the potential lurking in lucius malfoy/arthur weasley.
i don't have a huge manifesto for this one - although many of the things i mentioned when yelling about my dron agenda also apply for luthur. they're written to be different ends of the spectrum of the same personality type - and, especially, written to have mirrored attitudes towards their role in wizarding society and their duty to their families and causes. they occupy mirrored roles in the war - which means they'll have mirrored experiences post-war, which would make the hurt/comfort slap. they occupy mirrored positions in harry, dumbledore, and fudge's lives. there is a lot of space in this ship for really dramatic political-intrigue-with-feelings stories.
but, most importantly, they - just like theirs sons - are fucking obsessed with each other. them beefing in the middle of the bookshop is iconic - not least because it comes directly on the back of arthur walking up diagon alley [having discovered that harry saw the malfoys in borgin and burkes] banging on about how much he'd love to have lucius arrested, and just before lucius slips the diary into ginny's cauldron so that he can neg arthur over a minor professional success by making his daughter a murderer. they spend half the series trying to one up each other - aided and abetted by ron and draco - often in ways which, even as the tone of the series gets darker, are just pure camp. arthur strutting into the manor to have a rummage in lucius' secret compartment... well, the smut writes itself...
and, as i've argued for dron, that silly, petty, campy tone allows them to be brought together in all sorts of settings in ways which feel not only fun but plausible. a big reason why lots of marauders-era enemies-to-lovers or rivals-to-lovers pairings always feel a bit dull to me is that the characters selected usually lack that sort of 'i claim to hate you and yet could recite, from memory, everything you've eaten for dinner for a month' spark [james couldn't pick regulus out of a lineup, be real]. but luthur do - and that could lend itself so well not only to a bit of fluffy high-school crack but to a first war things-aren't-serious-until-they-are fic that it depresses me i've never found one.
plus, ron and draco having to confront the idea of their dads snogging is excellent.
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Hello! I see that your requests are open so.. I am requesting Azul enemies to lovers hcs where at first, they saw themselves as love rivals because they liked the same person but then the feelings slowly fade out for the one person and soon for each other (hopefully this isn't extremely specific, also definitely not one of your server demons with those demonic tsum bots)
┏ ⋙THE PERFECT ONE FOR ME - AZUL ASHENGROTTO X READER
Synopsis: You and Azul had a common crush on Jade, which lead you to become rivals for his love. Little did you two know that Jade knew all along, and instead of leaving it as it is, he decided to take a different approach in the situation…
⋙l o a d i n g…
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“Azul.”
“Y/N.”
The sharp and hostile snap you had in your voices contrasted the kind smiles you two sent towards each other, clutching the bouquet of flowers you had with a furious passion to just fistfight the other party.
It’s no mystery to the both of you that you both have a crush on the vice dorm leader of Octavinelle: elegant and kind (most of the time), charming and refreshing… Jade was the center of attention, no doubt, and because of that the two of you always had been competing for his love.
“Well, as his childhood friend, I’m sure he would find my flowers more highly regarding than yours,” Azul snidely remarked.
“Oh really? Last time I checked, you’re the boss that always caused him to overwork and I always have been recharging his batteries since day 1. He’d think yours is insincere,” you counter-attacked, Azul’s eyes twitching.
“We’ll see about that!”
“Fine!”
You stormed into Monstro Lounge, sending death glares at one another as you butted heads and shoulders with one another as you both headed to Jade’s direction.
Meanwhile, Floyd rested his head on the counter as Jade was cleaning a glass. Floyd sighed as he pouted. “Jadeee~ They’re at it again. Are you seriously gonna let them continue doing this?” He frowned at his twin brother who merely chuckled at his sentence.
“Don’t be silly, Floyd. Of course, I wouldn’t let this go any further. It’s no fun seeing friends fight, so I’m going to try making them get along with one another,” Jade smiled.
“Jade!” the two of you called in unison. “Ah, there they are… Azul, Y/N, could you come here for a moment?”
“Actually I was gonna give you-” “Here, Jade these are for you!” “Why you little-!” “QUIT YANKING MY SHIRT, YOU DAMN OCTOPUS-” “YOU LET GO OF MY HAIR AND THEN WE’LL TALK-”
Jade sighed as he crossed his arms, smiling in amusement with Floyd grinning. “On second thought, you should keep at it.”
“Oh, Floyd…”
Jade cleared his throat. “Ahem, pardon me.” The two of you instantly stop, messed up from yanking each other by the hair and shirt (and you may or may not have bit Azul’s finger-).
“I appreciate your kind gestures for gifting me flowers,” Jade continued, “but I may I request a favor from the both of you?" Jade smiled candidly, making you both blush.
"Of course, anything for you, Jade," Azul smiled.
"Yeah, I'm sure I can help you with whatever," you said, snidely jabbing at the octopus who gritted his teeth at you.
"Excellent! Now, I want you both..." Jade clasps his hands together as he cheerfully praised, the two of you looked at him in anticipation, ready to prove to Jade you're better than the other.
"...to go on a date with one another! Right here in Monstro Lounge!" the eel smiled.
Your jaw dropped in disbelief, looking at Azul who gave you the same expression of bewilderment.
"B-but, Jade, we can't possibly go on a date!" Azul told him exasperatedly.
"But that's the point," Jade replied, " I want you both to get along. Listen, I don't like seeing my two friends fight each other. So, if not for each other, at least do it for me?" Jade flashed a sad look, to for the normal students of NRC, knew to stay weary for its deceiving nature. But for the two of you? God, you both fell for it hard.
"Alright..."
"Wonderful! I'll ask Floyd to take care of the date!"
"What-"
"Make sure to dress up! Floyd will be the one serving your date!~"
"JADE WHAT-"
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"I can't believe this..." you muttered under your breath as you stood right outside the enterance of Monstro Lounge. How did you get yourself in this mess? You couldn't even get a date with the man of your dreams and now you had to have your first date with some slimy octopus.
Just your luck. At least Monstro Lounge was close for the day, otherwise there’s be too many eyewitnesses to see you absolutely humiliated.
"You look run-downed like your dorm," you heard a familiar voice snicker, you clenched your first together as you forced a smile.
"Well, kind sir, you look like an old man with that suit on!"
"Oh yeah? At least I look like a person and not trash litter!"
"At least I look like my age than 80 years older!"
"Shut up!"
"No, you shut up!"
"Could you both shut up?" Floyd groaned in annoyance, muttering to himself of how he was going to give an earful to Jade later, who probably would act blissful and oblivious to his brother’s lamenting. “Over here, losers.”
Floyd dragged his feet towards a round table, with soft candlelights that flickered in the dark cavern of Monstro Lounge, dimly lit to set the “romantic scene”.You eyed each other like two cats about to pounce on one another, slowly dragging your chairs out and sat on them slowly, the glare still lingers as you gave each other a stinging burn like a hot knife directly at the other.
“Are you lovebirds done?”
“WE ARE NOT LOVEBIRDS-”
“Yeah, whatever just order your food.”
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You twirled the silver fork in your hand, a slight growl escaped your lips as you watched Azul bit into his steamed chicken into his mouth with a scowl.
“Listen, I’m only here because Jade said so,” you grumbled.
“Same here,” Azul retaliated.
Tit for tat. Two college students who have grown out of their childhood years to become teenagers are displaying the true tactlessness of children.
Grown, but still tactless.
“I can’t believe it… I rather hide in my octopot than be here…”
“You’re what now?”
“E-erm, what?”
“He always hid in his octopot when he was younger whenever he was scared or embarrassed.”
“Oh would you shut it, Floyd-!”
“Wow~” your purred teasingly, causing the poor octopus’s face to flare up to a bright red, he wanted to disappear and sank into his chair to brace himself from the teasing he was going to receive by you, the true devil’s advocate.
“Hide in a pot? Who knew that the all mighty, confident and charismatic Azul could be a little boy who hides in a pot?”
“S-shut up! I-it was only because those dastardly children always made me cry…” he averted his eyes away, suddenly that teasing smile of yours faded, slowly turning into gnawing guilt.
“H-hey… no shame in that. I had my fair share of being bullied by bigger kids too when I was younger. Actually, some of them were also shorter than me.”
“Really?”
“It’s part of a loser’s life, what else?” You joked, snickering lightheartedly at him to which he blushed in embarrassment.
“Y-you’re calling yourself a loser too, you know!”
“I’m not denying I’m a loser.”
Azul was taken aback, mouth gapping slightly as he couldn’t believe it: his own rival calling themselves a loser.
“What… how could you accept the fact that your a loser?”
“Well, the kids all used to call me that when I was younger, and other weird names like ‘buttface’ and ‘ugly’, really low class type of…”
Azul clenched his fist. You’re just so…
“You’re so infuriating!” The dorm leader slammed his hands hard onto the table, the echo of the noise echoed almost chillingly in the lounge. “How could you allow yourself to succumb to their mindless and audacious words? Don’t you feel like wanting to take revenge and rise above them all? How could you be so… so-!”
You placed a hand on top of his, looking at him calmly. “I’m not succumbing to them. I know what they say aren’t true. Or at least… I feel like they were. Besides, it’s all in the past. I have friends back then and I have friends here now, it’s inevitable likewise to have people who don’t like me. I don’t think me ignoring them is accepting defeat, in fact I’d call it a win for being able to annoy the hell out of them for not answering them, and they left me alone. Thank sevens, am I right?” You smiled at him.
He breathed in the thick air and swallowed down his anger. He stared at you, almost in a daze, watching intensely the way your eyes shimmered in the darkness of the confines.
“Well, I’m quite surprised. Perhaps you aren’t all that barbaric after all…”
“Oh? Was the great, charismatic and charming Azul complimenting me? How cute,” you snickered with sarcasm.
“Oh, would you ju- wait, you think I’m charismatic and charming?”
Now it was your turn to burn a bright red in your cheeks, your smug face contorting into horror as you watched Azul smirking right at you.
Oh how the tables have turned.
“D-don’t get so full of your self, you slimy octopus!”
“Slimy? That’s not what you said 2 seconds ago.”
“Would you just-?!”
You leaned towards him from the other end, rising from your seat and towering above his head, a few inches apart from each other.
“E-erm…”
“Er…”
You moved away from him, sitting back at your seat with both of you blushing.
And it wasn’t out of anger this time.
“W-why were you so close? D-do you not know personal space?”
“W-well, why didn’t you push me away, h-huh?”
You both mumbled incoherently in embarrassment.
“Heh, too bad all this food won’t make it to their table,” Floyd stated, taken a bite of fried chicken into his mouth.
“Oh, please brother. I think Azul would be embarrassed we gave him a plate of fried chicken on his first date, no? We shouldn’t give him that in front of him. Yet.”
“Hey, Jade? What do you think’s gonna happen to them?”
Jade paused for a moment, smiling wider as the two of you babbled on, oblivious to his presence.
“Is it not obvious, Floyd? The perfect one for me: is none of them. They are the ones perfect for each other~”
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LOVE AND OTHER PICKLES, a BabeRoe fic for @mutantmanifesto for the #hbowarsanta23
Hello there, @mutantmanifesto! It's me, your secret santa. I had so much fun writing this little fic for you, I truly hope you enjoy it :') I had a blast being your secret santa this year and I wish you all the best for this holiday season!
Title: Love and other pickles
Raiting: T
Pairings: Baberoe with a side of Webgott and cameo by the ever amazing Chuck Grant
Summary: When Babe's takeout meal gets mistakenly stolen by someone in his building, the young man doesn't have any other choice than to start a passive agressive post-it note war on the bulletin board for everyone to see. The thing is: he didn't expect someone to actually answer...
Tags: Modern AU, enemies to friends to lovers, kinda enemies, gratious mentions of pickles and smoked meat sandwhiches, holiday fun, HBOwarsanta23, secret santa
Link to AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52501954
Or read in its entirety below the cut!
LOVE AND OTHER PICKLES
Babe didn’t know he could get this angry over a pickle.
As in, a literal pickle. A perfect sour pickle, crunchy and heavenly in its vinegar distribution. The perfect balance to his takeout meal he had ordered, a rich smoked meat sandwich, filled to the brim with tender meats and dijon mustard.
The only bright part of his day, which, Babe thought, was depressingly telling of the state of his mental health.
Looking down sadly at his sandwich container, neatly placed by the delivery guy right by his mailbox, Babe couldn’t believe this was happening. His shoulder sagged, his eyes closed.
“What the hell took you so long?” said the ever-annoyed voice of Joe Leibgott right behind him.
“My pickle,” Babe whispered, his sadness slowly morphing into indignation.
Babe could physically feel Joe wrinkling his nose. “Hey, man, gross. Don’t talk about that stuff,”
“No, it’s… The restaurant forgot my pickle,” frowned Babe. “They never do, usually. They even put it in a little separate box and everything.”
Joe looked inside Babe’s bag and looked up, his deadpan delivery mastered. “Why would you want pickles with Chinese food? Is that a new thing kids do these days?” he added, as if he weren’t only two years older than Babe.
Now fully confused, Babe looked down at his bag. “Chinese food? I ordered a smoked meat sandwich!”
Joe shrugged. “Looks like someone from another apartment took your order by mistake. I wouldn’t blame them, honestly.” Joe pointed at the multiple food delivery bags, all waiting in front of their respective mail box’s apartment numbers. “I mean, look at the mess here! We can barely walk, it’s like a minefield of cold hamburgers.”
“But… We have a system,” Babe complained, waving in the general direction of the lobby. “People can’t just… take whatever they want and not check their bags!”
Joe sighed, a clear sign for Babe that he was already done with this conversation. He looked at his nails as he offered his measly sympathy. “Maybe they were as tired as we are. Maybe they were evil and took yours just to spite you. Now, stop whining,” said Joe, as if he weren’t the biggest whining baby of all time, “just eat the stranger’s food. We have to finish the presentation before tomorrow or else Nixon’s gonna have our skins.”
Babe grumbled under his breath. They did have to work late, hence the delivery at his condo and he and Joe working until probably midnight and then some. Still, Babe could not shake the pettiness growing inside of him like a vine. The feeling was familiar. His friends called it Babe’s Petty Principles.
As soon as Joe left after a tiring evening of crunching numbers and deciphering numerous Excel documents, Babe, half manic with fatigue, took a sharpie pen, his trusty post-it notepad and wrote down a few lines, what he thought would send a clear message.
Taking the elevator down, he stepped into the empty lobby. Sticking the post-it note on the bulletin board for all to see, he smirked. Ah. That’ll show them.
To the pickle thief - how dare you!!!! I was looking forward to that pickle all day. Shame on you. That smoked meat sandwich was mine.
Contented, Babe then went to sleep, unaware of the ridiculous set of events he had just put into motion.
The next day saw him awake around seven. Sure enough, Babe went on with his routine, the thief almost out of his mind. With breakfast and coffee down the hatch, he dressed in his usual gray suit, white shirt and black tie, put on his winter coat and made his way down to catch his bus headed downtown.
As he opened the front door of his building, letting in a cold December wind that ruffled his amber hair, Babe stopped dead in his tracks. From the corner of his eye, he could spot a bright blue post-it on the bulletin board. As the pickle incident came thundering back into his mind, Babe remembered distinctively using a yellow post-it note. Which could only mean one thing.
The thief had answered.
Retreating back into the warmth of the lobby, Babe hurried to the board. Instead of his chicken scratch, there was a new note written in neat and elegant cursive. Babe could only gawk at the response.
To the weirdo who likes pickles: why.
I threw the pickle away. Also, the sandwich was okay, although there was too much salt for my liking.
Signed: the pickle thief
Babe audibly scoffed as he ripped the post-it from the bulletin board. How… dare the thief write that! The smoked meat sandwich was deliciously salty and the… The pickle! In the garbage? Unacceptable!
Babe saw red, his cheeks heating up as they usually do under stress.
“Oh yeah?” he muttered, crumpling the note in his fist. “We’ll see, then, pickle thief. We’ll see who will have the last laugh.”
As he ruminated on the bus, dark snow clouds literally hanging above his head, it dawned on Babe that he was taking this way too seriously. That it could happen to anyone, mixing up delivery bags.
Then, the image of his dear pickle in the trash came back to him in a flash. Babe sighed.
He knew himself pretty well, after almost thirty years of living in his own head. He knew that he didn't have a choice.
He'll take this way too far and win the post-it war. He had to.
As soon as came back home after a tiring day, Babe took the yellow note with the message he had carefully crafted during his lunch hour out of his pocket and pinned it right where the rude answer had been.
To the pickle thief,
Your crimes will be punished. How dare you throw away a poor innocent pickle. I should call 911 on you!!!! Poor small, innocent pickle! I will have revenge.
I am vengeance.
Now fully certain he had the last word, Babe was actually surprised to see a new post-it the next morning as he made his way through the lobby. Whoever was answering, they must be working nights, because Babe never saw a glimpse of anyone in the mornings, nor around five in the afternoon when he came back tired and hungry from the office.
This time was no different: a blue post-it note waiting, mocking him from afar. Babe hurried to the board, almost dropping his case in the process of tearing the offensive bit of paper from the wall.
Calm down, Batman. You seem a little obsessed over the pickle. Are you having pickle problems on your side?
Signed,
The pickle thief who recommends you get checked out.
Babe knew exactly what to answer. Without hesitation, he dug in his bag for his post-its and scribbled the answer leaning on the board itself, his tongue sticking out of his mouth for better focus.
Wow, that’s rich, coming from a guy (I guess?) who can’t even read the numbers of the apartments right! You can’t just take anything in front of you and call it Chinese food.
We. Have. A. SYSTEM. The world would crumble if we can’t get our orders straight!!!!
Triumphantly sticking the note to the board, Babe turned to the elevators, only to see his next door neighbor, Chuck, waiting in front of the reflective doors, his usual calm expression now puzzled. Babe waved as he walked closer.
“Hey, Chuck! How’s it going, man?” Babe asked, eyeing the already pushed button to call the elevator.
“It’s… I’m fine, thank you,” answered Chuck, still looking curiously over Babe’s shoulder at the board displaying his passive-aggressive note. “Uhm, Babe… What were you doing?”
Babe chuckled, his face heating up. “Oh, it’s nothing, really,” he answered, pushing the button a couple of times just in case it would help the elevator come down faster. “Just a pickle issue.”
Feeling Chuck’s stare on the side of his face, Babe kept his gaze carefully averted, scratching his head and scrunching his nose as he prayed for the doors to open.
“You’re having… pickle issues?” Chuck repeated. Judging by the tone of his voice, Babe was right to avoid his eye.
“No, no, not like that, jeez, why does everybody…” Babe trailed off with another nervous chuckle, scratching his nose. “I mean, someone took my delivery meal ‘by accident’”, he added, air quotes and all, “and now we’re having a friendly conversation over it.”
Silence.
“Through the bulletin board," Babe added, voice weak, "with post-it notes.”
It took a long few seconds for Chuck to process the information.
“Oh,” he eventually said, his deadpan delivery as Chuck as could be. “So it’s a Babe’s Petty Principle kind of thing. I see.”
The elevator finally dinged, the doors sliding open in front of them.
“You know what, I’ll take the next one,” said Babe, looking down. “I… forgot something in my car.”
Chuck nodded and entered the cabin. “I hope you win,” his neighbor said, “but don’t get that poor guy kicked out of the building for a pickle.”
“It was a very good pickle!” Babe shouted at the closing doors, as Chuck’s laugh echoed in the lobby.
In the reflection of the doors, Babe could see his cheeks were as red as his hair. He sighed, and pushed the button calling the elevator again.
I’m a new guy (confirmed) here. I didn’t know the “SYSTEM”. I do know how to read though, and you don’t need that many exclamation points when you write.
-Pickle thief
Babe grabbed the latest note absentmindedly that morning, reading it on the bus. Rolling his eyes and crumpling the paper in his coat pocket, Babe arrived at the office and headed straight for his post-it notes. Before he even opened his emails or removed his coat, Babe was furiously scribbling.
I’ll write as many as I want, new guy !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Then, blindly grabbing another post-it note, he covered it in exclamation points. Finally satisfied, he rolled back his office chair, looking up and nearly tipping over when he realized Joe Liebgott was watching him from above, leaning on the dividing wall between their cubicles. Even though Joe didn’t physically roll his eyes, Babe knew he was doing it in spirit.
“Back at it again with the passive aggressive notes, I see,” Joe trailed off, smirking.
Babe shrugged, discarding his coat on the back of his chair and turning his work laptop on. “The guy keeps answering ,” he muttered, half amused and half annoyed that Joe could read him so well.
“Look like you found your match,” Joe pointed out, glancing down on his side of the wall to grab his coffee mug and slowly sipping the hot liquid. His friend wiggled his eyebrows, much to Babe’s dismay.
Babe groaned. Just as he began praying for something, anything to wipe the smug expression off his friend’s face, he glimpsed David Webster, accountant extraordinaire, strolling in behind Joe, his expression furious.
Thank you, Lord, Babe thought as he assessed Webster’s level of anger to be a solid seven out of ten.
“Looks like yours found you ,” he said, smirking as Joe’s eyes widened.
“Liebgott,” Webster snapped, right on cue, “how many times do I have to tell you to file your reports before the due date?”
Closing his eyes only for a moment, Joe turned to face his work nemesis, as Babe liked to call Webster, who, when not in presence of Liebgott, was actually a very decent guy, albeit sometimes a little arrogant.
“Webster, it’s eight in the fucking morning,” Joe snapped back, and Babe settled in his chair, thankful for a distraction this early in his work day.
Webster scoffed. “I can read the time, thank you very much. I was here at six this morning, because of you, fixing your mistake so that the company wouldn’t implode .”
Leigbott put down his coffee mug, raising his eyebrows to give Webster a snarky once-over. “Not my fault you have nothing else to do in the mornings. You probably sleep in a suit, waiting to go to work.”
“I don’t sleep in a suit, you know very well that I sleep in- '' Webster started, before shutting his mouth very fast, his cheeks reddening.
What? thought Babe, watching Joe’s eyes dart over to him and back to Webster.
“Anyway , that’s not the point,” Webster continued, flustered. “I need you to make copies of this document and go give them to Nixon, because I’m not taking the fall for your incompetence.”
Joe rolled his eyes. “Fine. Let’s go.”
Babe watched them leave, their steps angry, but their expressions… almost eager? Babe blinked, shutting down the thought. He hadn’t had his coffee this morning yet. He wasn’t ready for the truth. He decided to wait for his friend to come back, but not before shamelessly stealing Joe’s mug off his desk and taking a few sips.
If his hypothesis was true, Joe would owe him much more than one coffee.
For starters, therapy.
Alright, this is getting out of hand. Sorry for the pickle, won’t happen again.
Signed: pickle thief, over and out.
“Well, now I feel bad,” Babe told Joe after showing him the last post-it the next morning at work. “Maybe I pushed too far.”
Joe shrugged in his office chair, handing the post-it back. “Nah. It’s good, you won. You got it out of your system.”
Frowning, Babe leaned on the cubicle wall and gave Joe a sarcastic look. “Like you got Webster out of your system?”
Joe’s smile was all teeth. “Twice last night, I got him out of my system.”
Babe groaned. “Joe, come on! Why didn’t you tell me you were seeing him?”
Shrugging again, Joe leaned back In his chair. “Dunno. Didn’t think it would be a recurring thing until it was.”
“So are you… official?” asked Babe, folding the post-it in his pocket.
Liebgott smiled again, this time a little more genuine. “I guess, yeah.” Then he seemed to remember where he was, because he snickered. “I won’t tell him, though, and I'll complain that he forgot our anniversary in a month. That’ll drive him mad.”
Babe kicked him lightly in the shins. “Hey. Be nice. Webster’s a catch, actually. Don’t know how he fell for your ugly mug.”
Liebgott sighed. “Yeah, me neither.”
A pensive silence fell on the two friends. Wanting to lighten the mood, Babe nudged Joe’s shin again. “You know he actually went to Harvard?”
“Webster went to Harvard? No, really? He never mentioned it before,” Joe answered, completely deadpan, while Babe barked a laugh.
“You really should write to the pickle thief if it’s that important to you, you know," Joe eventually said after a few hours of serious work. "Maybe invite him somewhere to make peace, or whatever.”
“Yeah, maybe," Babe said, his mood immediately picking up "Thanks, Joe, that’s actually a great idea."
“I am smart most of the time, you know,” Joe muttered, sighing dramatically.
I’m sorry, man, I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. Let me make it up to you.
Sandwich shop, this saturday, seven o’clock. My treat. I’ll be wearing a blue sweater.
-E. Heffron
The bell jingled and Babe’s head shot up for the tenth time since he sat down at a quarter to seven. Thirty minutes later, no sign of his pickle thief. This time it was a family making their way to the counter, the children running around happily while the father gave their order.
i dont think he’s gonna show , Babe texted Joe, frowning.
Joe’s answer came swiftly. Just wait. Maybe he was busy stealing other pickles.
Babe decided that he would wait until eight, to give the guy the benefit of the doubt. He ordered another coffee and sighed, scrolling on his phone.
Around seven thirty, the door opened once more. This time, Babe almost didn’t look up, engrossed in an online quiz about which Hunger Games character he was. Glancing up, he saw a man scanning the restaurant, then zoning in on Babe, his fierce eyes as focused as a hawk. The man looked down at his blue sweater, then started to approach.
Babe gulped.
While the guy walked towards him, Babe had time to detail him. Green, almost hazel eyes, dark hair as jet black as the night sky in January, pointy nose with the tip reddened by the cold outside, and the most attractive set of features Babe had ever seen on a man completed the portrait.
His face was as sharp as it was delicate, his strong cheekbones making him look straight out of Babe’s favorite tv dramas. A light stubble covered his cheeks, and as he walked even closer, Babe cringed as he realized the man was frowning deeply. Something in Babe suggested that this was probably his neutral expression, but Babe couldn't count on wishful thinking.
The stranger took his last steps towards Babe, who started to really panic. His pale skin and the dark circles under his eyes suggested someone who probably rarely got out. Then again, Babe had the same matching set of dark circles, so perhaps the guy was working in a soul-sucking office too.
The man wore a long black coat made of wool, unbuttoned, and when he finally stopped right in front of the table, Babe could make out dark blue scrubs underneath. Ah. Not an office worker then, maybe more like a doctor, or a nurse.
Great. Babe antagonized someone who helped others on the daily. Nothing to calm his anxious conscience.
They stared at each other in tense silence for what seemed like an eternity. Babe maintained eye contact, trying to decide if it was normal to be slightly aroused by the intensity of the man in front of him, while being terrified of his scowling.
“Heffron?” the man asked after eyeing him as Babe did to him not a minute ago.
His voice was raspy and Babe was delighted to hear a Cajun accent, hidden beneath the layers of animosity the man seemed to radiate towards him.
“Y-Yes, that’s me. Uhm. Please, sit down,” said Babe, willing his voice not to waver.
The man seemed to think about it, then sat in the booth in front of Babe, stiff as a stick. They sat in silence, Babe’s face hotter by the minute. He felt so warm, from awkwardness and panic, the only image his brain conjured was the Wicked Witch melting at the end of W izard of Oz.
“So,” Babe said after clearing his throat. “Uhm. Pickle thief.”
“Eugene Roe, actually. Pickle thief was my father,” Eugene Roe said with an absolutely deadpan delivery that made something in Babe’s stomach flip.
“Right. The famous mister pickle,” Babe joked lamely.
Then, something incredible happened. Eugene's expression softened, like he thought Babe’s line was actually a little funny, but wouldn’t let it show. It gave Babe a little courage. Maybe this wouldn’t be so disastrous after all.
“Look,” Babe breathed out as Eugene kept looking at him, “I’m gonna say it right now: I’m sorry I was a jerk through post-it notes.”
Babe swallowed before continuing, keeping to the little speech he prepared and practiced to a supportive Chuck Grant last night. “I shouldn’t have snapped, it wasn’t fair to you. It was a Babe’s Petty Principle situation and it shouldn’t have escalated like that, so, uh… Yeah.”
Beyond embarrassed, Babe grabbed his empty coffee cup, nervously tapping the sides with his short nails. “Sorry,” he added again, wincing.
Eugene blinked, the first sign that he heard anything Babe had just said.
“Babe?” he asked, his frown deepening.
“Yeah?”
“No, I mean… Your name is Babe? Babe Heffron?” Eugene asked again, his puzzled expression doing unfortunate things to Babe’s stomach.
“No, uh… My name is Edward, but everybody calls me Babe,” he explained, feeling a familiar blush creep up to his ears. “I’m the youngest of my friend group.”
“Ah. I see,” Eugene said slowly. He leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms. “No way I’m calling you Babe.”
“But you just did,” Babe contered, smirking.
Eugene gave him a dark look. Oops. Why was it so attractive? Babe’s stomach felt like it was on a rollercoaster of contradicting feelings.
“So anyway, sorry. Again. I thought you wouldn’t show up,” Babe said, while Eugene flagged down the waiter.
“I just came out of a shift at the hospital, actually. I came straight here when I saw the board,” Eugene casually explained. “Hi,” he added when the waiter came over. “We’ll have two smoked meat sandwiches, pickles for both. Thank you.”
The waiter nodded and disappeared behind the counter. Babe watched as Eugene removed his coat, revealing a small, but strong frame.
“So… You’re a doctor?” asked Babe, desperate to hear Eugene’s drawl in any way possible.
“Surgeon,” Eugene clarified. “You?”
Babe sighed. “Marketing. I mostly do Excel spreadsheets that nobody looks at after. Exciting work.”
Eugene shrugged, his expression once again softening. “S’not bad. What else do you like to do, except antagonize perfect strangers in your building?”
Babe smiles sheepishly. “I only antagonize the doctors in my building, actually.”
The smallest smile undid the frown on Eugene’s face. “I see.”
“I'm actually a boring person,” continued Babe, eyeing the waiter as he got out of the kitchen balancing two plates on his arm.
“Someone who has a catchphrase for his… what was it again? Petty principles? That’s not boring to me,” shrugged Eugene, just as the waiter stopped by them and delivered their orders. They both nodded in thanks as he walked away.
“My friends coined it. I can be… I mean, principles are important,” Babe said, waving his hands around, intent on being the most humble he could be.
“Yeah, that’s why you’re going to give me your pickle again,” said Eugene, his eyes now twinkling with a light Babe was enchanted to see.
Oh, he wanted to play it like that, uh? Alright. Babe could play.
“No way,” he answered, placing a protective hand over his plate, “ you owe me a pickle, mister.”
Eugene frowned, but this time Babe could tell it was fake, which made his heart miss a beat.
“What about the emotional damage I had to endure? I demand reparation,” Eugene said, crossing his arms on his chest.
“But you don’t even like pickles. You threw the other one away!” countered Babe, now genuinely confused.
Eugene scratched at his cheek to hide his mouth. “I might have lied about that.”
Laughing, Babe threw his hands in the air. “I knew it! I knew nobody in their right mind could say no to a delicious pickle with a smoked meat sandwich.”
“So… Can I have yours?” Eugene said after Babe dropped his arms.
Babe dramatically sighed. “I see only one way of settling this. We’ll split the pickle. How ‘bout that?”
Eugene pretended to think about it. “Yes, that would be satisfactory.” He extended his arm so that Babe would shake his hand above their plates. “Shake on it? From now on, we’ll always split the pickle.”
Babe eagerly took Eugene’s hand. It was firm and dry, and Babe had to make his brain shut up about the other things Babe would like to see Eugene’s hands do.
“Agreed.”
They shared a smile, Eugene’s first real smile since he stepped in the restaurant. Babe was glad, a million pounds off his shoulders.
Reluctantly letting go of Eugene’s warm hand, Babe started eating his sandwich. Soon, Eugene joined him. They ate in companionable silence. Babe eyed Eugene every chance he got. The doctor ate with appetite, even licking his thumb when a splash of mustard dropped on his fingers.
“So,” Eugene eventually said. “This might be the weirdest meal I’ve ever shared."
“Not me,” Babe casually answered, cutting the pickle in half and placing it delicately on Eugene’s almost empty plate. “Last night I ate dinner with my friend and his soon-to-be boyfriend.”
“What was weird about the dinner?” Eugene asked, seemingly curious.
“They kind of love and hate each other so much, they ended up aggressively complimenting each other. It was tense,” Babe added.
Shuddering, he thought back on the ferocious intensity in Webster’s eyes as he declared that no, Joe was actually the most wonderful person he ever met as Joe practically growled in agony at Webster.
“Oh… You’re right, that’s a weirder meal than this one,” Eugene said, laughing.
“Wait until you hear this other one,” Babe added, galvanized by Eugene’s laugh, “the other day, my friend Bill-”
The night dwindled away as they both shared stories of their respective friend groups. Eugene ended up telling Babe a few gross hospital stories, while Babe spilled the crunchiest office drama. Hours went by without the two men ever checking their phones, or wanting to leave.
Babe could feel a certain warmth as Eugene relaxed and laughed more easily. He was still guarded, but that made his smiles all the more rewarding. Babe was quickly addicted and discreetly texted Joe when Eugene went to the bathroom.
Pickle guy okay. Might be on a date, now??????
WTF??? please call me after.
Babe could feel Eugene’s eyes on him more and more, and let his blush reign freely. There was no way he could hide the effect Eugene Roe had on him, even if he just met the guy. As the night went by, Babe could feel a certain tension come back, this time a much more pleasant tension. Babe knew it well, could feel it in bars when he eyed a good-looking stranger for a night of fun, could feel it when he (mostly tried) to flirt with the blind dates his friends would send him on.
What really emboldened Babe was that Eugene was giving this energy right back, was now making jokes and letting the silences linger, happy to be in the moment with Babe. Thrilled by this unforeseen turn of events, Babe, for once, let it happen and didn’t fight the lightness and giddiness he felt, letting himself be totally genuine.
All of that because of a pickle.
As the closing time approached and they had to put on their coats to brave the cold outside, Babe found himself wanting this evening to last forever.
“Well, this was… uhm… very fun,” Babe commented, stepping outside and holding the door for Eugene. “I’m glad I could say sorry in person. And I’m glad you didn’t think I was a total jackass,” he added sheepishly.
“I’m happy you reached out… and that you’re not a psycho killer,” Eugene added, flashing him a small smile as he went outside.
The clouds above hid the dark sky, rendering it more like a soft, gray color. Suddenly, Babe looked up. Heavy snowflakes, as if on cue, began to slowly fall down on their heads. Babe’s heart leapt in his chest as he looked back at Eugene to find out that he was already looking at Babe.
“You look like an angel,” Eugene whispered, almost to himself, pointing at the halo of a nearby streetlamp illuminating Babe’s hair, bright white snowflakes sticking to the copper strands.
“That’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me,” Babe said, his voice strangled, after a few seconds gathering himself so he would not have to muffle a yell in his thick scarf.
Eugene looked down, smiling, and Babe couldn’t believe the sweetness of the moment. The snow falling felt more like powdered sugar at this point, with how sweet they were being.
Always the go-getter, Babe took a step forward, bringing him closer to Eugene. The other man did not move, turning his head so that he could look at Babe from the corner of his eye.
Being slightly taller than Eugene, Babe had to look down, inhaling through his nose to calm his nerves. He blinked a few times, drinking in the sight of Eugene, the tip of his nose already turning red, smelling the sharp, cold air around them alongside Eugene’s warm and rich scent.
Slowly, leaving plenty of room for Eugene to take a step back, Babe leaned down. Not only Eugene didn’t push him away, he leaned in , like he knew exactly what Babe would do. and pressed his parted lips to the corner of Eugene’s mouth in a chaste and sweet kiss. Electricity seemed to travel between the two, a sharp realization of wanting more, of seeing the other, almost like a recognition.
“Weirdest date I’ve ever been on,” Eugene chuckled warmly when they separated, his hand flying to his lips, like an afterthought.
Babe smiled wide, holding onto the sides of Eugene’s coat. He feels like if he let go, he would float away.
“Tell me about it,” he whispered, feeling himself blushing furiously as they walked back to their homes.
The next day, on the bulletin board, two post-it notes were pinned for everyone to see.
I’m very, very, very glad you stole my pickle :) How about same time, same place, next week?
I’ll be there
I think this time, it’s you that stole something of mine.
#band of brothers#BOB#hbowarsanta23#I hope you'll like it!!!#baberoe#webgott#modern au#christmas exchange#happy reading!
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griddlehark fic recs, part 4
hello and welcome to part 4 which is locked behind a community label because tumblr sucks. as a general rule i do not recommend smut because one person's sexy can be another person's squick and vice versa. nevertheless: i have some M and E rated fic recs (not all of them are smut, btw). please remember to check the tags before reading a fic.
with that being said: this fandom has some incredible writers and i'm very happy to share the below fics with you guys. tumblr usernames have been added if i could find them (sorry for the notification!). here is part 1, part 2, and part 3.
Flinch
M - InverseAlchemist
oneshot set after the pool scene in gtn. a beautifully written fic in which gideon and harrow share a bed for warmth (a classic) and harrow spirals a bit about it. there is so much longing.
So Familiar a Gleam
E - silverapples
short oneshot, harrow nova au featuring kiriona gaia. nova has a dream about kiriona and its just as disconcerting and interesting as you’d think.
turn you inside out (lick you like a crisp packet)
E - valancytrinit / @valancietrinit
long oneshot, modern au. a first of many wonderful fics from one of the best griddlehark writers in the fandom. gideon and harrow are roommates and gideon has a really bad 48 hours that culminates in a really good morning. this fic is an excellent balance of chaotic and angsty and sweet.
knife to a gunfight
E - dryrsheet
two chapter modern au. they were roommates! they were roommates sharing a bed! gideon is extremely oblivious in this one and the irony is delicious. also has one of the lines of all time:
“Okay,” Gideon said, “I need you to act like I am actually as stupid as you pretend to think I am and explain why in the fuck you want me to do that.”
hand to heart i swear
M - corpsesoldier / @corpsesoldier
short oneshot. harrow heals gideon’s stigmata. i very badly want this to be a thing in alecto, but i am happy with this fic version right now. this fic is superb and i love everything about it.
you're still the one pool where i'd happily drown
E - valancytrinit / @valancietrinit
long post-ntn speculative multi-chapter, completed. i love everything about this fic. i was literally hanging on every word when i read each chapter for the first time. the writing is incredible. there is a shower scene that is legitimately fucking shakespearean. additionally, i absolutely love the way that harrow’s mental health is portrayed in this fic as someone who struggles with similar conditions.
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E - imalwaysstraight / @nooomagnus
long multi-chapter college/uni au, currently unfinished. the enemies to anonymous tumblr mutuals to lovers fic. listen. this fic is an incredible experience for dramatic irony enjoyers. this fic is like dramatic irony: the fic. i love this fic so fucking much. another fic that has kept me on the edge of my seat while reading.
Bid My Blood to Run
M - winterkill / @thebrimmingheart
short oneshot. another fic where harrow heals gideon’s stigmata! the banter in this fic is wonderful. again, i really hope there's a scene like this in atn.
Let Me Hold It Lightly
M - downjune / @itstartledme
short oneshot set during htn. a classic ‘harrow sees gideon in her dreams’ situation. very tender and bittersweet.
Wormian
E - BonesforTime
long oneshot, postcanon au/spec. harrow works through some religious trauma. ok full disclosure: my favorite thing about this fic is the way it’s written. when i first read it, the prose had me completely fucking bewitched. the fic gets more speculative towards the end, and as it was written pre-ntn there’s some pretty big discrepancies with current canon. regardless, the fic itself is extremely well written and compelling.
east of the sun, west of the moon
E - zealotarchaeologist
short oneshot set during htn. another dream situation, this time featuring harrianthe and harrow/the body. the writing here is exquisite.
let's drink to feelings of temptation
not rated - overnights / @televangelists
long oneshot, modern bartending au. gideon gets hired at camilla’s bar and harrow is not having it. there’s women who hate each other. there’s customer service shenanigans. there’s ianthe in a grocery store. it’s a very solid modern au.
Mors Vincit Omnia
M - WalkingDisaster / @four-for-fidelity
long multi-chapter modern au, currently unfinished. a murder mystery where gideon is a witness in an investigation and has to assist forensic scientist harrow. it’s really well written and the mystery is very fun and macabre! it is currently unfinished but i am excited to see where the plot goes.
grab me by my ankles (i've been flying for too long)
E - valancytrinit / @valancietrinit
long oneshot, college/uni au. harrow is a competitive diver and gideon is a mechanic who ends up carpooling harrow to diving practice. there is a truly astounding amount of dyke drama going on here and it is excellent. the dialogue is incredible as well.
#gideon the ninth#harrow the ninth#nona the ninth#griddlehark#the locked tomb#fic recs#tumblr wouldnt let me tag half of these usernames so i just put in links to their blogs instead#neph.txt#neph tltposting
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Hello 😏 can I request primal play? “Run. If I catch you, I fuck you.” With IzuTobi? And if it’s not too much trouble either in a separate post or this same one, the same prompt but with indra
YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS, I LITERALLY LOVE THIS SO MUCH
(this is a combined post, Tobiizu and Indra x reader, separately)
Please, TobiIzu lovers, let me know what u think about this one cause I really liked it🛐👀💕
Tobirama x Izuna
"You have three days. Run, flee, hide. If I catch you, I'll fuck you wherever you are, no matter if there are people present or not." Tobirama's words bounce off every wall of his mind, exhilarating and terrifying in equal parts. Izuna eats his rice leisurely, watching the owner of the tavern he managed to find as a refuge wander back and forth. There is not much work to be done as the place is a proper shithole, but he moves as if he had to attend to 500 people at the same time.
72 hours is a huge advantage, considering the rules include the impossibility for the Senju to use his Hiraishin. If he wants to catch him, he will have to move like a normal ninja, ignoring the possibility of teleporting with his seals.
Izuna is convinced of having done a good job, putting between them at least a good few kilometers of distance and having used every hour of advantage in his favor, without wasting a second to get as far away from him as possible.
It all started as a stupid fight between the two, arguing about the past, particularly that time Izuna almost lost his life. They debated who of the two was faster before the albino developed his stupid technique, both claiming to have been superior to the other.
The decantation of this conflict ended in a terrifying bet, where Tobirama proposes to hunt down the Uchiha before seven days have passed. Giving him three days to escape felt like a joke, but he secretly appreciated it.
As the time limit he had to flee expired, he decided to set up his hideout in a lost village in the middle of nowhere, non-existent on the map, far from any popular road. He spent a good amount of hours covering any kind of trail he might have left, hiding his chakra so as not to be detected.
The Uchiha believes he has done an excellent job, relaxing and enjoying a plate of hot food from the decaying shelter he found. Everything seems to have gone perfectly, and he must stay there until the end of the bet, safe and secure.
On the fourth day, Izuna gets bored and decides to explore, finding a lake where he can take a bath in the open air and soak up sun. Life is sweet and easy without the constant nagging and fighting of his enemy, but damn he misses the bastard. He can even picture how Tobirama would fuck him against the rocks, half-body submerged in water, and his mind flies. He only returns to the shelter to masturbate with that idea in mind, not wanting to dirty the place with his business.
The fifth day is filled with uncertainty, the moment he calculated Tobirama would be nearby. He planted false evidence in the opposite direction, carefully planned footsteps and speed marks strewn along other roads, seeking to throw him off and waste his time. His strategy is flawless, and he figures he has found a way to make him swallow dust.
The Senju will lose.
The sixth day dawns with pure peace and the taste of being close to victory palpable in his mouth, imagining how he will rub in his enemy's face his uselessness for tracking and how bad his sensory skills are.
Tobirama turned out to be much ado about nothing, empty threats.
Izuna goes back to sitting at the same table he always occupies to eat, greeting the old man who runs the business of that destroyed place as if a close friend and devouring the food placed in front of him. He looks out the window as he finishes plate after plate, anxious to go back and laugh in the Senju's face.
He leans back in his chair when he feels like his belly is going to explode, and thinks he's crazy when he hears the old man talking to another customer. Since he arrived, he has never seen another person stop there, not even enter through the door, travelers having no idea of the place's existence.
Their conversation happens behind his back, and he listens intently without turning around. "Always wonderful meals from this place, one could expect nothing less from you." A deep male voice speaks calmly, complimenting the poor old man's services.
The person speaks as if a frequent visitor to the place, and that is what makes Izuna understand the seriousness of the matter. No one knows this site, no one can find it on the map because it literally does not exist, and there are no villages nearby.
"Lord Senju...you make this old man feel special, you are welcome here any time you please."
He has been found.
It takes not even a second for him to get up and run, violently opening the door and quickly moving deeper into the forest. It can't be, there's no way he's found a lost, non-existent spot and not fallen for any of his traps.
There is absolutely no way Tobirama could have read his strategy and discovered his plan so easily, without even announcing himself when finding him. How long has he been there? Was he waiting for Izuna to notice it on his own? Wasn't he intending to act?
He has no time to think as he jumps from branch to branch, suddenly agitated and with the urgent need to flee. Breathing hard only because of the surprise of the situation, he is desperate to get away from the place and make him lose trail of him.
Food rises and falls in his throat as he uses all his strength and runs, focusing on making his legs move to their maximum capacity. He swallows a few times to avoid having to stop to vomit, unable to waste time.
He has to run.
If he really sets his mind to it, he can manage to disappear, mislead him with quick strategies, and just move. Hell, he might even resort to hiding under his brother's skirt if he really wants to win, tempted by the need not to hurt his own ego.
Izuna feels how his enemy follows close behind him, too near for his liking, and hurries even faster. His legs burn from the effort and sweat runs down his forehead, but he has no time to stop. He'll have to struggle for a few hours to outrun him, figure out where to turn and which way to go-
BOOM!
The Uchiha unexpectedly falls to the ground, a sharp blow to the throat that robs all the air from his lungs and doesn't let him breathe. He writhes in the dirt and leaves, clutching his neck and feeling himself suffocating, struggling to get oxygen into his body.
What the actual fuck? Tobirama was behind him, how can this be?
As soon as he manages to open his throat again he violently coughs, almost vomiting (again) in the process, unable to focus his attention on understanding what happened. There were no obstacles in front of him, no high branches, why is he suddenly on the ground?
"I thought you'd be better at this, after the way you filled your mouth talking bullshit." His rival speaks with a teasing tone, mocking and towering his form with arms crossed. He looks at him calmly, smirk adorning the corner of his lips, taunting.
He can't find the strength to reply with sarcasm, still worried about being able to breathe normally, but he'd tell him to fuck off if he could.
A second Senju joins the meeting, a perfect clone that looks at him with the same condescension as the original Tobirama, and the Uchiha understands what his strategy was. The albino hid in the route he assumed Izuna would use as an escape path, years of knowledge gained from war and combat giving him clear information on what his enemy would do once aware of the danger, and sent his copy to make him run straight into him.
He simply had to hide and wait, let him sprint directly towards his arms.
Fucking cheating bastard.
"You said I couldn't use my Hiraishin, but you didn't say anything about other techniques." One of the two Tobiramas towering in front of him flips him over on the ground, pulling down his pants and exposing his ass to the air. The original hovers down on top of him and whispers in his ear "you'll take me twice today, just for being a pain in the ass." He can feel his erection against his bare skin, and the moment the Senju rises up and spits out his hand.
The rest is history.
Indra x Reader
An hour is not enough time when talking about being chased by Indra Otsutsuki himself, but he was kind enough to only walk in order to hunt her down. He will not hurry or rush the pace to capture her, only striding.
(Y/N) runs away as fast as she can, but nothing seems to provide space between her predator and her. She looks back and sees him moving calmly, straight in her direction. It is terrifying and distressing, unable to understand how it is possible that even when she runs as fast as she can, nothing manages to give her an advantage, to get away.
He didn't give her much time, an ever impatient man desperate to get what he wants, and the exhaustion the girl feels from having spent the last 60 minutes rushing is real. People stare at her passing by quizzically, wondering what she's doing and where she's going in such a hurry.
The Uchiha compound is large, spacious, but she can't find anywhere suitable to hide. Indra knows every nook and cranny of each part of his own territory, completely internalized with the place he built, leaving her with no options.
They have been in this insane game for quite a while, and Indra seems to rejoice every time he seizes her in his hands only to allow her to try running away again.
She simply devotes all her effort to maintaining a high pace, forcing her legs to keep moving, not letting her intensity or guard down. (Y/n) is convinced she will manage to lose him if she keeps up her rhythm, ignoring the fact she had her time to escape, yet Indra caught up with her in a matter of minutes.
He didn't reveal what would happen if he captured her, but the malice with which he implied it would be in her best interest not to fall into his hands filled her with a terrible urgency, desperate to get away, save herself.
When she looks back, Indra is only a few steps away, smirking with anticipation for whatever it is he has in store. It looks as if he might touch her just by stretching out his arm, but he just keeps on making her run.
The horror of being hunted by such a determined and cruel person creates deep emptiness in her stomach, her body giving up and slowing down little by little. She doesn't want to be caught, she doesn't want to face the consequences of it, but her legs scream for a break and her feet can no longer stand the effort.
In tears, she decides to slow down, and feels the exact moment when the Otsutsuki towers behind her, waiting for her to turn and face him. "You have failed." Is all she hears before a hand closes over her mouth and she senses the man's chest against her back, a choked scream on his skin, and pure panic in her veins.
The scene suddenly changes, a moment of movement that seems unreal, vision blurring in her eyes and quickly adjusting again. The setting changes completely, and now she finds herself in a room, facing a bed. "Three times I've allowed you to run away, three times I've captured you. It's now time for me to collect my reward."
She is pushed mercilessly to the mattress, while Indra looks at her with satisfaction and derision as he takes off his robe. "I mentioned running behooves you, yet instead you dismissed my warning as a game. Now, on to the business at hand."
#tobiizu#indra x reader#uchiha izuna x senju tobirama#izuna uchiha x tobirama senju#senju tobirama x uchiha izuna#tobirama senju x izuna uchiha#tobirama x izuna#izuna x tobirama#izutobi#indra otsutsuki x reader#otsutsuki indra x reader#naruto#izuna#izuna uchiha#uchiha izuna#uchiha clan#tobirama senju#senju tobirama#tobirama#indra otsutsuki#otsutsuki indra#indra#naruto imagines#naruto shippuden#naruto x reader
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10 Sunshine/Sunshine AKA cinnamon roll couple BL
A note: usually one half of the sunshine is a bit more quiet and introverted than the other, but they are both still sunny sweeties. Side dishes not included.
1. My Ride
Thai 2022 Gaga
Thai BL grew up with this pulp - a truly lovely and special little show featuring mature explorations of relationships using one of the softest, sweetest and most innocent friends to lovers vehicles. Kindly, overworked doctor meets broken-hearted motorcycle taxi driver in an “other side of the tracks” slow burn romance. The support cast is excellent, making for great friendship groups and family dynamics. With honest queer rep that adds to, but doesn’t impede the story, and genuine conversation about the nature of class, wealth, and classism, not to mention communication, honesty, and respect for boundaries, you can’t go wrong with this show. In other news, I am a sucker for a single dimple. Full review here.
2. Vice Versa
Thai 2022 YouTube
Jimmy is insanely charismatic and takes up all the air in (the proverbial cinematic) room, but I warmed up to Sea eventually. As a couple they read as more teasing and brotherly than sexy, but that’s GMMTV’s brand for you. I enjoyed the concept of this show (I’m big into magical realism and skewed reality - see my adoration for Color Rush) but JittiRain’s plot was contrived and weak (normal for them). Look, here’s the thing, flaws and all I pretty much spent this entire show smiling.
3. My Only 12%
Thai 2022 iQIYI
Y-novel adaptation (author Afterday - Bad Buddy) and strong little BL romance (tailor made for SantaEarth) about holding onto first love and childhood, but it’s buried under waffling family drama and formless side characters so that it took a lot of digging to get to - still I recommend it for the killer softly domestic couple chemistry.
4. About Youth
Taiwan 2022 Gaga
A truly lovely little coming of age high school BL with a classic YA low drama but high angst and an earnest depth. I didn’t even mind the singing, and that’s saying a lot. A weak seme/uke dynamic but tons of BL tropes (both rare in a high school setting but common for Taiwan) makes this one feel both sweetly and colored by an almost real world authenticity and grit. Full review here.
5. Ghost Host Ghost House
Thai 2022 YouTube?
This is light horror combined with family drama built around a well executed BL trough-line that felt honestly queer with fantastic chemistry from the lead pair. (I hope that we see more of them.) Pluem delivers the softest most seductive krap ever, Tod Techit (Kewin) is one of the prettiest humans on the planet, and watching these boys flirt over noodles is an unalloyed pleasure. Use of I/you pronouns is super interesting and cute as well. For me, personally, the surrounding cast, premise, and story didn’t resonate but if you like a touch of gothic in your BL this might appeal.
6. Dear Doctor, I'm Coming for Your Soul
Thai 2022 iQIYI
This is a romance between a doctor trying to save his patients and a reaper who is both his enemy and (eventual) lover (basically the genius premise of a gay Doom at Your Service). High concept looks good on you, Thailand. It’s lovely to see KarnNat back on screen together and they are still great, and Karn is just as painfully beautiful as ever. I enjoyed this one more than it’s ending deserved, and the best I can say is that it’s not strictly HEA but if you’re okay with Life: Love on the Line, you’ll be okay with this BL. It’s set up well, there’s no surprise unpleasantness like HIStory 3: The BL that shall not be named. Full Review here.
7. Secret Crush On You
Thai 2022 YouTube
Formerly call “The Stalker” for a reason. Highest cringe factor in the biz mixed with flashes of unparalleled genius and insanely good representation of multiple different kinds of queerness makes this entirely unique content we’ve never seen before in BL, the opposite of sanitized gay, like a naked glittery hello kitty doll having kinky sex. I was ALL OVER THE PLACE about this show. SCOY drove me nuts and made me bush but had flashes of unparalleled genius. It had a ton of things I really did not like (e.g. the humor was crass and awkward, and the whole stalker thing was extremely stomach churning, I suffer from bad second hand embarrassment). It also had things that really worked: (e.g. all the queers are INTO each other, it very Taiwanese feeling - in that there was no doubt that the characters want to bone). Honestly, if you can make it through the first half and survive the never ending cringe-factor that IS this show, the second half is entirely unique and kinda special. But I, personally, could never really like this show for all there were bits I loved. Full review of mixed feels.
8. The 8.2 Second Rule
AKA 8.2 Byo no Hosoku
Japan 2022 microfilm YouTube
Very short JBL about a schoolboy who makes magic candy for a series of handsome classmates, questing for a soulmate. Each ep is a new love interest and while the sweets help others, they keep failing to bring our sunshine the love he wants. Of course, he’s overlooking someone. The lead was very good and the theme, cooking, and eventually romance were charming, but it is a series of BL vignettes not really a cohesive story, no kisses or anything. Japan doesn’t give us sweet BL this short very often, so it’s nice to see them try out the style.
9. Ai Long Nhai
Thai 2022 iQIYI
Look, this show was just a typical Thai BL university pulp about a confident gay and a clueless manic pixie dream boy. It had potential, chemistry, and earnestness going for it, but no plot and not enough attention side dishes. In the end, it was boring and you know I always rate boring lower than hot messes (because at least the hot mess TRIED). That said, Ai Long Nhai is better than your average Thai pulp, nothing happens but at least the nothing was mostly shirtless and there were GREAT gay dads (IRL husbands Arm & Porsch).
10. Coffee Melody
Thai 2022 Viki
Stars Pavel (my love) as a cafe owner (Forth in 2 Moons 2) and Benz as a composer (Call it What You Want). This should have been my kind of BL - on the fluffy end of the spectrum plus honestly queer. Unfortunately, the slow pacing, manufactured angst, odd secondary story arcs, and a selfishly immature unlikeable wet dishcloth main character, Yi, meant its flaws outweighed its charm. Jean (flame on snark fairy) is MINE, I love him so much but in the end neither he nor Pavel in an apron could save this show for me. It’s not bad. It’s not good either. Ultimately so forgettable I’ve probably already forgotten it.
BONUS Strongberry
Please Tell Me So
AKA That's my Mr.Right!
Korea 2021 microfilm YouTube
Cute barista (played by Han Hyun Jun star of Love Class) has a crush on his customer, musters up the courage to ask him out.
Every list should come with a Strongberry bonus, like a cherry on top...
This lists dated Dec 2022, not responsible for keeping it updated. But if you have more to add or ones I have forgotten please comment or repost with additions! Keep the dream alive.
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#sunshine/sunshine#bl pairings#bl couple type#bl archetypes#Thai BL#My Ride the series#gagaoolala#Vice Versa#jimmy nation#GMMTV#JittiRain#My Only 12%#Afterday#Ghost Host Ghost House#tod techit#Dear Doctor I'm Coming for Your Soul#Doom at Your Service but make it gay af#KarnNat#Secret Crush On You#billyseng#Ai Long Nhai#Coffee Melody#rakutan viki#pavel phoom#Taiwanese BL#About Youth#Japanese BL#The 8.2 Second Rule#8.2 Byo no Hosoku#Strongberry
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Wheel Of Drarry (WoD) Round 1/2023 Masterlist
Hello there!
Recently the Drarrymicrofic Discord Server ran its latest round of Wheel of Drarry (WoD) Fic Gift Exchange between participating members. Here is the compiled Masterlist, based on the details submitted by the gifters themselves. Please enjoy these beautiful works <3
To participants: If you see any errors with the links or the usernames, or if you don’t see your fic and want to be included, please reach out to Isami (isamijoo) on Discord.
1. Gift for @peachydreamxx by @makeitp1nk
Title: Overcome with light
Rating: General Audiences
Word Count: 295
Summary: For dear Eliza, as part of the WoD exchange for @drarrymicrofic, based on her prompt ethereal. A gazillion thanks to my beloved @crazybutgood for the always excellent beta. Inspired by The Dreamer Trilogy; the title is from the song with the same name by Bowerbirds. Hope you like it!
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2. Gift for @steampunkserpent27 by @cavendishbutterfly
Title: As it was written
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences
Word Count: 4772
Tags: Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Post-Second Wizarding War with Voldemort (Harry Potter), War Trauma, Depression, Nightmares, Canon-Typical Violence, Trans Male Draco Malfoy, Hurt/Comfort, Healing, Angst with a Happy Ending, snuggling with your former enemy, and weeping in their arms, a kneazle who probably has a secret evil agenda
Summary: Harry keeps having nightmares after the war. Someone keeps saving him.
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3. Gift for @geesenoises by @wolfpants
Title: The Holly and the Ivy
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 4640
Tags: EWE, Non-Linear Narrative, Hogwarts Eighth Year, Quidditch Player Draco Malfoy, Castles, Flashbacks, References to A Christmas Carol, Miscommunication, Idiots in Love, Misunderstandings, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Holidays, Christmas, Fluff, Light Angst, Explicit Sexual Content, Charity Auctions, Rich Harry Potter, Prickly Draco Malfoy, POV Draco Malfoy
Summary: This year at the Annual Ministry Yule Auction, Magpies Seeker Draco Malfoy's time is up for sale. When Harry places the winning bid, will their contracturally-binding weekend together heal old wounds, or worsen them? Featuring a fluffy black cat called Marley, a castle on the western coast of Scotland, an Eighth Year Christmas kiss, and stupid boys who can't express their feelings.
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4. Gift for @thebooktopus by @themountainsgreen
Title: Midnight Confessions
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences
Word Count: 1576
Tags: Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Potioneer Draco Malfoy, Auror Harry Potter, Idiots in Love, New Years Eve, Fluff, Holidays, Confessions, Falling In Love, Drarry, alternating POV
Summary: Sometimes, you need that special charm to realise what's right in front of you.
Harry's and Draco's is a tentative friendship, built on the ruins of Hogwarts and losses they’ve both suffered. This year marks the first time they spend New Year's Eve together.
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5. Gift for @isamijoo by @steampunkserpent27
Title: Shared Glimpses and First Kisses
Rating: General Audiences
Word Count: 2029
Tags: Harry Potter EWE, Eighth Year, Pining, Fluff, Gift Giving, Getting Together, Yule Party, Dancing, Good Harry Potter, Good Draco Malfoy, Established Friendship, Oblivious Harry Potter, Banter, First Kiss, Boys in Love, Boys Kissing, Happy Ending
Summary: The Eighth years have put on their very own magical Yule Party to celebrate how far they have all come. Harry has invited Draco, knowing that his new-found friend has been having a tough year, but will he show up?
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6. Gift for @tink-wondering by @gallifrey1sburning
Title: Waifs and Strays
Rating: General Audiences
Word Count: 5279
Tags: Alernate Universe - Different First Meeting, Chance Meetings, Runaway Harry Potter, Lost Draco Malfoy, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Light Angst, Canonical Child Abuse (but nothing graphic), Libraries, Good Influence Tonks, Cousins don't let cousins grow up to be bigots, and friends don't leave their friends' kids in abusive households, pre-Harry/Draco, very very pre, they are small children then have many years to go, Alternate Universe - Pre-Canon
Summary: When Draco Malfoy was seven years old, he got lost in Diagon Alley and met a cousin he’d never heard of. When Harry Potter was seven years old, he ran away from home and met a friend he never knew he had. A story of how chance encounters can change everything.
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7. Gift for @basicallyahedgehog by @nelweensfic
Title: Patience is the best gift
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 4037
Tags: Omegaverse, mpreg, smut, fluff, Omega Harry Potter, Alpha Draco Malfoy, christmas
Summary: After almost a decade of being both a teacher at Hogwarts, and an Omega, Harry realises there’s only one thing he's finally ready for: founding his own family.
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8. Gift for @wolfpants by @isamijoo
Title: Take Your Time
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences
Word Count: 3000
Tags: Post-Hogwarts, Post-Battle of Hogwarts, Not Epilogue Compliant, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Getting Together, Kissing, The Deathly Hallows
Summary: Ten years after the Battle of Hogwarts, Draco Malfoy owns a repair shop in Knockturn Alley. One day, Harry Potter came with a job for him.
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9. Gift for @blue--dreaming by @peachydreamxx
Title: Treacle Tarts and Longing Hearts
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences
Word Count: 4230
Tags: Hogwarts Alternate Universe- Canon Divergence, First Kiss, POV Draco Malfoy, Friends to Lovers, Flirting, Pining, Fluff, Awkward Crush Feelings
Summary: Draco would usually find studying an absolute breeze, if it weren’t for Harry Potter being such a frustratingly gorgeous distraction.
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10. Gift for @quackquackcey by @sorrybutblog
Title: Two of Us
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 5559
Tags: Professional Quidditch, Fake/Pretend Relationship, except not really because Harry is too dumb to realize he’s doing it, Pining, Jealousy, Quidditch teammates, Himbo Harry Potter, Smut, based on the vibes of a hockey rpf!!, Harry is a little repressed but he gets it in the end
Summary: The gang goes to a gay bar. Or: five times Harry accidentally pretended to be Draco’s boyfriend and one time Draco told him to put out or shut up.
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11. Gift for @cluelesspigeons by @shealynn88
Title: For Everything, a Season
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences
Word Count: 1344
Tags: established Drarry, fluff, empty nest, parents with adult children
Summary: Harry misses the kids, but Draco knows how to cheer him up.
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12. Gift for @gallifrey1sburning by @blue--dreaming
Title: waiting for courage
Rating: General Audiences
Word Count: 1125
Tags: Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Pre-Canon, Pre-Slash, Canon Divergence - Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, Inspired by Alice in Wonderland, Happy Ending, Post Sectumsempra Scene | Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter's Duel in the Bathroom
Summary: In which Draco forgets about finding an odd book in the library as a child, but is somehow set on a better course anyway after an unexpected tumble.
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13. Gift for @nelweensfic by @cluelesspigeons
Title: Counting Down To The New Year With You
Rating: General Audiences
Word Count: 2117
Tags: Minor Seamus Finnigan/Dean Thomas, Minor Luna Lovegood/Ginny Weasley, Minor Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, New Year's Eve, New Year's Party, New Year's Kiss, Fights, Making Up, Grumpy Harry Potter, Healer Draco Malfoy, Sulking Harry Potter
Summary: Just before Harry left for the party, he and Draco had a massive fight. Will Draco forgive him before the new year begins?
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14. Gift for @sorrybutblog by @quackquackcey
Title: "Little Blond Shite"
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 22557
Tags: Hogwarts Eighth Year, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Draco Malfoy Wielding a Bat, Humor, Crack Treated Seriously, Hijinks & Shenanigans, A little bit of mystery, Some Action, Baking, Everyone Thinks They're Together, Getting to Know Each Other, Getting Together, Falling In Love, Some pining, Banter, Eventual Smut, Probably one of the best things I’ve ever written, Wheel Of Drarry Mini-Exchange 2023, Animagus Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy Has Long Hair
Summary: Picture Draco Malfoy now in the habit of swingin’ a Beater’s bat—(not unlike Steve Harrington from Stranger Things)—after Harry Potter snatched his wand during the war. Now picture Draco Malfoy in eighth year minding his own business, getting rid of his excess handbaked goods by offering them to fairies, only to accidentally push Harry Potter into a fairy ring and get him cursed. That’s the story.
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15. Gift for @written-in-ash by @tink-wondering
Title: Lacrima Mortis
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences
Word Count: 13954
Tags: Dementors, the Kiss, Azkaban, Veela!Draco, depressive thoughts, borderline suicidal ideation, self-harm, very brief and not really self-harm, but tagging it just in case, low self-esteem, mental health, microfics, within the fic itself, angst, happy ending, kind of an open ending, love is an important theme in this, as much as it is in the original story, canon divergent after the Lily’s and James’ deaths, wherein Voldemort truly died that night, but with a slight twist, so kind of, Alternate Universe, time travel, or more like time imprisonment, time-turner, Minor character death, nothing graphic and not from the character’s POV, No beta we die like Sirius, Spoiler alert?, canon compliant violence, Veela!Draco finding his mate, Panic Attack, cremation
Summary: Through history, Veelas have been hunted and almost decimated for one thing. A single thing that seems trivial and useless at first. A lone tear. Their last tear. Lacrima Mortis. Many advocated against the kills, yet it remains a potent potion ingredient. And now, though illegal, the hunt still perdures.
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hi spotty 💖 thinking about the evan with a b fic. feel free to ramble about it!
Hello 🥰
Well it’s @loserdiaz who started it all and then my brain started to have thoughts.
Don’t know I’d you’ve seen the 80s mini series which I loved and will be blending with the Netflix series
Eddie is going to be a Diana/Gil combo or they won’t have any time together so a bit of enemies to friends to lovers im going to age hen chim down a bit and probably age buck Eddie up from Anne and Gil.
Plan to have orphan/unwanted buck angst
A dead mouse scene
A mystery teacher
A boat rescue
A fall from a rooftop
Ruby’s house fire
Eddie leaving and coming back with a child maybe??? With Chim as his friend
Teacher buck and doctor Eddie end game
Some star gazing thanks to a tag by @daffi-990 (thank you love)
And I’m open to any ideas or suggestions if your brain is thinking thoughts. Lmk what you think 🩷
I’m very happy that you’ve been thinking about it thanks for coming to say hi 🩷🩷🩷 a little bit under cut
Lucy’s face gets a trifle smuger and he can feel the urge to prove her wrong bubbling up inside him. He could do it. It’s not that high. It’s not that far from one end of the roof to the other. How hard can it be? He’s strong and he’s got excellent balance.
“Buck.”
Eddie Diaz’s voice is serious, dripping with a message he’s not actually voicing but is in his eyes when Buck sneaks a look at him.
“It’s not a good idea.”
“Eddie’s right, it’s far too high. You could never manage it. Don’t worry, we understand.”
Her eyes are alight with challenge.
“Buck, don’t”
He ignores that, again from Eddie Diaz. Who is he to tell Buck not to do something. Just because he scored highest in last week's maths test doesn’t mean he knows what Buck can and can’t do. Doesn’t mean he’s better than Buck just because he’s smarter and taller and more handsome.
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