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angeldreamsoffanfic · 9 months

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“What do you want to be when you grow up?”

Steve hums as he feels the weight of the question settle in his chest, smiles though as his boyfriend wiggles closer. Cold feet brush against his calves, even colder toes wiggling as they start to leech all of his warmth. Steve shrugs though, a syrupy sort of slowness to his movement as he yawns.

“‘M dunno,” Steve finally responds. It earns him a huff of hot air against his shoulder, before he can feel Eddie nip a bite into the skin where his neck and shoulder meet. Eddie kisses the sore spot, but Steve can feel the smile that’s only just barely hidden.

Like it’s a secret just for him and him alone.

“You have to know,” Eddie’s voice is scratchy- just enough that Steve wants to try to search for the bottle of water that’s somewhere amongst all of the bedsheets. Steve blindly kicks his free leg out, the one that hasn’t been stolen by Eddie- and he grins when Eddie whines, before one of Eddie’s legs curls around his and tugs. “Stay still.”

“Sorry, baby.” Steve presses a kiss to the top of Eddie’s curls, and Eddie huffs out a soft and only slightly indignant noise. “What do you want to be when you grow up?”

“A famous rockstar,” Eddie’s fingers are cold as they press into Steve’s arm, and Steve hums all soft again as Eddie rolls. His back is pressed flush to Steve’s front, and Steve smiles as he hears the soft ‘ping’ as Eddie takes his rings off. There’s a little dish that sits on Steve’s nightstand for that very purpose, only so Eddie doesn’t have to sleep in the things. “Touring the world and all that.”

Steve hums again, presses a soft kiss to the very back of Eddie’s neck- and relishes in the tiny little shiver he’s granted. Presses another one, and it earns him a grumble as Eddie shifts backwards a bit. Eddie turns his head to catch Steve’s eyes in the early morning light, and Steve can’t help but smile when his eyes meet Eddie’s.

It’s too early, really, the sun beginning to bleed a bit over the horizon. Yellow-orange light a hair too bright over the skyline, and Eddie’s eyes go a sort of chocolate brown because of it. Steve’s not sure if it’s too early to tell Eddie he loves him. It most likely is, if only because Eddie and Steve haven’t been together for more than a couple of weeks.

He wants too though. Wants to tell Eddie all sorts of things- how he’s loved him for a while. How it was easy to fall in love with him— a sort of thing that was easy and then immediate because he fell all at once. He doesn’t want to scare Eddie away though, that’s the thing.

Doesn’t want to tell Eddie that he’s the first thing that Steve thinks of in the morning. Doesn’t want to admit that he wishes he’d never left Eddie and Dustin alone. Doesn’t want to admit that he holds himself accountable for the scars that now disfigure Eddie’s skin. Doesn’t want to admit that he thinks he’ll regret that for the rest of his days.

It’s easier to admit little things.

That he knows just how Eddie takes his coffee in the morning, with too much sugar and just a little bit of milk. That he knows that Eddie loves DnD and fell into it because of his home life from back when Eddie still lived with his parents. That he knows he is Eddie’s first real boyfriend, and if Steve has anything to say… he’ll also be his last.

But he wants. Oh how he wants. He wants to be able to tell Eddie just how much Steve loves him. Wants to equate Eddie to all the good things that happen to be in Steve’s life. Wants to explain that while Robin is part of his soul, he’s pretty sure that Eddie is his soulmate in every universe. It’s a lot, he knows that, Steve has always been a lot.

But he… Steve wants to be enough for Eddie.

He doesn’t know how to answer the question in all honesty- because… well.

“What do you wanna be when you grow up, sweet thing?” Eddie’s turned back around in his arms, and Steve smiles a little bit wider when Eddie is pressing a soft kiss against his jaw. Eddie presses another one against the corner of Steve’s mouth, and it earns the older teen an even wider smile as Steve sighs all soft and syrupy again. “Mhm?”

“Dunno.” Steve shrugs, and he trails one of his hands up Eddie’s back. Cradles a wide splayed hand against the back of Eddie’s skull, twists his fingers into his curls as gently as he can. Eddie is smiling, a little knowing twist to his lips that Steve wants to kiss away. So he does.

Presses his lips sweet and saccharine to Eddie’s, tries to explain all he can by the touch itself. Eddie is recipient, because of course he is- and Steve’s chest fills with a sort of warmth he can feel all the way down to his toes. Eddie’s wiggling closer, a cold line against his body as he tries to pull all of Steve’s warmth into himself.

Yours, his soul cries. Let me be yours.

“What do you want to be when you grow up?” Eddie asks again, words whispered right against Steve’s bottom lip. Eddie’s eyes go warmer in the still bright light, the sun turning all gooey and soft as it continues to breach the skyline. “C’mon and tell me, please?”

“Wanna be yours.” Steve admits.

“Yeah?” Eddie’s grinning as he presses another little kiss onto Steve’s bottom lip. Steve hums as Eddie’s teeth catch it, a little heat behind the nice. It burns, twists and writhes in Steve’s chest. “You wanna be mine, sweet thing?”

“Yeah,” Steve breathes, eyes blinking open and revealing blown pupils. “Wanna be yours.”

Eddie hums, all soft and syrupy, a mimic to how Steve knows he sounded earlier. Eddie leans just a bit forward, scraping teeth against Steve’s jaw. Soothes the burn the bite leaves behind with a small kiss, and Steve hums himself.

“You already are, sweet thing.” Eddie promises, and Steve nods into Eddie’s neck as the older teen pulls him closer. “Mine, hm? That what you wanna be?”

“Yours, just… just yours.” Steve agrees.

Eddie smiles, eyes all dangerous and a little too warm- before he guides Steve’s mouth back to his. Steve lets himself be kissed, easily relents to being tucked into Eddie’s embrace. It shouldn’t be as comforting as it is, but oh how it is.

The sun is bright and blazing when Eddie finally pulls away, lips kissed all pink and just a little bit swollen. Steve smiles as he watches as Eddie’s tongue flicks out to swipe against his bottom lip. Eddie hums, sweet and soft, before he is careful as he cradles Steve’s jaw in his hands. Eddie leans down and presses one, two, three kisses quick right to Steve’s mouth- before he pulls away with a uncharacteristically shy smile on his lips.

“I wanna be yours too, sweet thing.”

Steve’s grin widens as he pulls Eddie down again.

#angeldreamsoffanfic #steddie #steddie ficlet #steddie fanfic #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #stranger things #stranger things ficlet #steve harrington x eddie munson #idk what this is #mentally there’s smut that comes after this #if y’all want i can regurgitate the smut onto paper but it would get posted on ao3 #it would specifically be soft dom eddie and subby steve having morning fun times #also the one-two-three kisses is how my partners and i say ily to each other #fun little easter egg for u

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skinnypaleangryperson · 1 month

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Bojack Horseman is the last piece of media that I would have expected to have a consistently enduring fandom. It's pretty much non-existent on an average day on Tumblr, but it's obnoxiously popular on other forms of media daily, and it kind of feels like tumblr is dying out in most content anyway, and even on here there's still a decent amount of content that's posted daily that is decent enough for a piece of media that was canceled years ago and wasn't super popular or mainstream even when I was out. It impresses me daily, it's a good thing, since BoJack is the love of my life anyway and is boring as it is, really all that I need for the rest of my sad, lonely, pathetic life.

#I keep trying to cling on to Rick as a comfort character too but honestly it's just not the same #whenever I just cling on to Bojack 100% I fall into this weird headspace where it just feels right #it's perfect for someone that loves niche bright colorful but at the same time depressing medium #with BoJack being my perfect type as a partner #as a mentally ill fanfic maladaptive daydreamer #and a someone who struggles severely with alcoholism and suicide and is looking for validation with that struggle daily #ans ALSO #has been looking for a sense of online community for years that doesn't just randomly die out #I've been checking Bojack culture everyday for literally 3 years straight without missing a single day and there's always something going on #granted the fandom does not care about me but actively despisees me and has made me suicidal more times I can bother to remember at this #point but considering how bleak and resourceless my life has become it's still a pretty good deal #it's much more preferable to that dead inside #utterly empty neurotypical feeling that comes with most media fandoms

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malarkgirlypop · 4 months

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He's the Boss Part 4 (Bull Randleman x F!Reader)

WELL WELL FUCKING WELL. Jesus christ I have been looking at this part 4 in my wips for ages. Finally got an idea, that then may have spiralled into a whole fucking rabbit hole, but lol here we are! But anyway it's done, woooh, we get a bit of Cowboy Bull thrown in so that's fun! I hope you all enjoy the last instalment of this Bull series. But not to worry, I love Bull and I'm sure I will write another one for him. We need more Bull content goddammit! if this is bad don't tell me lol

Based on the HBO show and the actors who portray the characters, no hate to the people involved.

Tag list: @footprintsinthesxnd, @vikinglover07, @next-autopsy, @panzershrike-pretz, @xxluckystrike, @bucky32557038ww2, @b00ks1ut, @paula-912 (I can't remember of anyone else has asked to be tagged, if you have please remind me, I'm so bad!)

I finally left the room. Bull and I talked for hours laying together on his bed. I looked at the time it was four in the morning, I knew I had to leave before everyone else got up. It wouldn’t be a good look sneaking out the Seargents room in the early hours of the morning, looking freshly fucked.

“I have to go.” I whispered trying to get out of bed, Bull pulled me back down onto the bed kissing me gently on the lips. I groaned in frustration, he was making it very hard to leave, and he knew it. He watched me intently as I got dressed again, laughing at me as I scoured around for where I had thrown my bra. He was enjoying the show.

I waved goodbye sneaking out of the room, closing the door quietly behind me. I walked down the hall, the realisation of what just happened hitting me. I couldn’t help but grin, I skipped down to my room. I shut the door behind me, flopping down onto my bed. I glanced at the time, “Ugh I have to be up in 3 hours.” It was a later start on the Saturday but we still had duties to attend even if there was nothing to do here in Austria. We were still waiting for the German army to surrender, but even then we weren’t set on going home after that, they were still fighting over in the Pacific. I fell fast asleep under my covers being so tired from the events prior.

My alarm blared next to me, I groaned rolling over wrapping my pillow around my head to block out the annoying noise. I sat up smacking the clock off. A knock rapped on my door, George didn’t wait to be invited in, waltzing into the room and shutting the door behind him. He flopped down onto the bed next to me.

“We gotta get up, Y/N.” He moaned into the pillow, I peeked my eye open at him, he looked like a bus had hit him. His hair all tousled and dark circles under his eyes.

“No.” I mumble into the pillow, pulling the covers over my head. He pulled them back down inspecting my face.

“Why do you look so tired, you barely drunk anything?” He squinted at me.

“I didn’t get to bed till late. Do we have to get up?” I asked, enjoying the warmth under the blanket. I was so cosy I didn't want to leave my little nest I had made.

He raised his head from the pillow scanning my features, his brows furrowed together in concentration. “What do you mean, you didn’t get to bed till late? We got home at the same time. You and Bull put me to bed. You and Bull. YOU AND BULL!” I flinched away from the man as he pounced on top of me pinning me to the bed.

“Shhh, George!” I said trying to cover his mouth which hung open.

“I just didn’t sleep well is all.” I lied, pushing him off of me. I threw the covers back, hastily getting changed into my uniform while George looked at me, I could see from here the cogs turning in his brain.

“Stop thinking so much, you’ll hurt yourself.” I threw the pillow that had fallen off the bed at his face.

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We walked down the hall together, “So nothing happened last night?” George asked for the umpteenth time.

“George, would you quit it! I told you. After I put you to bed, Bull and I had a drink and then we parted ways.” He looked at me suspiciously, still not believing the story I had told him.

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We made it to the mess hall in time for breakfast, standing in line for our food. Luz spoke cheerily with the other men, seemingly forgetting about the terrible hangover he had. I grabbed a few things off the table that had been prepared, popping them on my plate. My eyes constantly flitted to the door waiting for Bull to walk in. Even though I had only seen him a couple hours ago, I desperately wanted to see him again. Send him a little smile or wink as he walks in. A look that we shared that no one else knew but us.

I sat down at the table with the rest of the Easy men joining George and I. They all chatted as I nibbled, patiently waiting for Bull to arrive. But he never did, his tall frame never coming into view. He had missed breakfast all together.

“Hey little bird!” George snapped his fingers in front of my face, pulling me from my focus on the door. I looked at him, confusion on my face.

“We are leaving, come on!” George said as I looked around the table we were the only ones left there.

“Why did you call me little bird?” I asked standing, following George with my plate and putting it on the counter to be returned.

“Cause you were nibbling on one piece of toast all of breakfast like a little bird.” George said over his shoulder as we walked out of the mess hall. I sighed trailing behind. I had wanted to see Bull so bad, but I know he’s a busy man.

We walked through the buildings, I walked behind George sighing loudly and scraping my feet. George walked briskly ahead, only turning around occasionally to check I was still meandering behind him. Another sigh left my mouth but it was quickly stopped as my arm swinging by my side was snatched up swiftly. My eyes widened as I went to scream, but a large hand covered my mouth stopping any noise from leaving my throat. I was dragged behind one of the walls of the houses we were walking through. I struggled tirelessly against the firm hold that had me, with no success. This person who had me was very much stronger and bigger than me.

“Easy there!” The warm timbre of the voice stilled me. I knew that voice anywhere. His hands set me free as soon as I stopped struggling. I swung around to face Bull. I crossed my arms over my chest trying to appear annoyed, but the grin on my face gave me away.

“What on earth are you doing, Bull?” I asked him. He grinned down at me.

“Come with me.” He replied, gently taking my hand in his leading me away.

“Where?” I queried, but I let him take me. I held onto his hand following behind my question still left unanswered. All he did was smile at me, his face beamed with excitement.

We walked for a bit, leaving the buildings behind we were staying in. He walked us onto a gravel road in between rolling fields. We walked all the way down the road, hand in hand, enjoying the scenery. We finally came to a stop under a tall tree, its branches so wide and thick it shaded us from the hot sun.

“Are we here? Is this it?” I asked again. Bull nodded, hopping the wooden fence with ease.

“Bull! What are you doing?” I asked in a hushed voice even though no one else was around to hear us. We hadn’t seen people since we had left the town.

“Come on, it's this way.” He held out his hand for me to help me climb over the fence. I stepped from one foot to the other, looking around to see if we would get caught.

“You trust me don’t you?” He said hand still reaching out for me. I sighed nodding, I did trust him. I climbed over the fence, Bull lifting me off the other side, once I had reached the top, and placing me gently on the ground. We walked into the field, the edges lined with pine trees. It seemed to sprawl for miles, filled with lush green grass and patches of wildflowers and trees here and there.

I watched as Bull placed his thumb and index finger in his mouth in a ‘o’ shape. I tilted my head curiously, but soon figured out what he was doing, when a loud whistle left his lips. I stared at him as he swung around sending me a wink. I heard the sound of heavy footfalls racing towards us. There in the distance a horse sprinted towards us. It nickered and whinnied as it ran. It arrived stopping right in front of Bull. It pushed its head into him, as he lifted his hand to pat it.

“Come on over, he’s not scary.” Bull beckoned me over, as I stood wearily to the side. I moved closer, reaching out for the horse to smell me. He snorted softly pushing his head against my hand as I stroked the bridge of his nose.

“I don’t know what his real name is but I call him Randy.” He told me. I couldn’t help the laugh that left my lips.

“What?” He asked, looking confused.

“Randy, I love it!” I laughed more, hiding my chuckles behind my hand.

“Well it’s Sir Randy to you, if you’re going to take that attitude!” He said with a serious tone. I couldn’t help but throw my head back in laughter at his antics.

“Hello Randy.” I cooed as I patted the horse. I watched Bull raise one eyebrow, not looking impressed.

“My deepest apologies, Sir Randy.” I bowed deeply to the horse to show my respect for his title. Now it was Bull’s turn to laugh as he watched me.

“Alright, you ready?” Bull asked, I looked at him puzzled. We hadn't been here more than five minutes and he was ready to leave.

“Are we going already? I asked, a pout on my lips. I didn’t want to go just yet. Bull smiled walking towards me. His arms wrapped me in a tight hug, as he pressed a kiss to the top of my head. I rested my head on his chest looking up at him. Bull’s head dipped down, his lips finding mine. He kissed me softly, letting the touch linger before pulling away.

“You’re so cute.” He hummed lowly in my ear, sending butterflies swirling in my stomach.

“No we aren’t leaving. We’re going for a ride!” Bull beamed down at me, my brows knitted together as I pieced it all together in my head.

“We’re riding Randy?” I asked. He nodded. My eyes widened. “I haven’t ridden a horse before! Also whose horse is this? Are we allowed?” The questions tumbled from my lips in quick succession.

“Yes we are riding Randy. It’s fine the owner will never know. And who cares if we are allowed or not, it’s fun.” Bull moved away walking back over to the horse, patting Randy on his back. The horse snorted in response. Bull turned back and looked at me, “Plus I have seen how you ride, you’ll be fine.” He sent me a cheeky wink. My cheeks flushed pink, a giggle leaving my mouth.

“You’re up first.” Bull said to me as I made my way over. Bull clasped his hands together for me to step into, he boosted me up onto the horse. I sat on Randy’s back, feeling unsteady since there was no saddle for me to sit in.

“Can you ride bareback?” I asked, looking down at him. Bull grinned, sending me a wink.

“Not like that!” I swatted at him with my hand, but he dodged me easily.

“Yeah. I used to ride bareback all the time, back at the farm.” He said as he hoisted himself up onto the horse, his large frame sitting in front of me. I wrapped my arms around his waist, leaning my head into his back.

Bull clicked his tongue nudging Randy in the side. The horse snorted and started walking forward.

“Where are you going to take me?” I asked from behind him, craning my neck up to see over his shoulder. But his torso being so much longer than mine made the task difficult. I opted to look out at the side view, since I couldn’t see a thing in front of me.

“Well I saw this nice creek, looked good for a dip.” Bull said in his country drawl. I didn’t have time to react to his comment, before he kicked the horse in the side.

“Heyah!” He yelled, Randy took off in a sprint. I yelped in surprise, holding on tightly to Bull. Randy cantered through the field leading us to a gate, we passed through it quickly. I was trying to admire the view but it all just blurred past due to the speed at which we were going. I held on for dear life, but felt safe with Bull handling the horse.

We finally reached the small creek, willow trees swayed in the breeze, their long branches reaching down and touching the water.

“Oh, Bull, this is stunning.” I said, casting my gaze around at the scenic view. He dismounted the horse easily, landing steady footed on the ground. Before I knew it, I was being plucked off of Randy. Bull’s strong hands taking under my arms and lifting me gently to the ground. He placed me on my feet in front of him.

I couldn’t help the smile that tugged at my lips. I leant forward, kissing him gently. But Bull seemed to have other plans, his mouth taking mine hungrily. I moaned into his mouth as he kissed me deeper. His hand finding the buttons of my top, I pulled back laughing, swatting his hands away from me.

“Hey! We can’t do it here! What if we are caught?” I blushed thinking about being caught in that certain predicament with Bull.

“Oh no ma’am, that wasn’t my intention.” Bull grinned a cheeky smile.

“And then tell me good sir. What was your intention?” I asked prodding his chest with my finger. Bull grabbed my wrist, pulling me in closer.

“I was just helping you get undressed. We are going for a dip after all.” He laughed heartily, the noise sending shivers up my spine.

“Well, last one in is a rotten egg!” I squeal, charging down the grass towards the creek. Flinging my clothes off as I went. Bull wasn’t far behind, shedding his own attire just as quickly.

“I’ll get you, Y/N!” Bull laughed as he chased behind me.

“I would like to see you try!” I screamed as he scooped me up in one foul swoop.

Bull ran into the warm water, with me still in his arms half naked. I snuggled in closer to his chest. Running my hands down his torso.

“Can we stay like this forever?” I asked, kissing him softly on the lips.

“Always!” Bull smiled down at me, his sweet eyes creasing at the sides. His lips pressed against mine. “I promise.”

#YEEHAW #SADDLE UP PARTNER #IT AIN'T MY FIRST TIME AT THE RODEO #IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN #DO YOU?#IF YOU DO TELL ME #CAUSE IDK WHAT I AM SAYING #band of brothers #hbo war #bull randleman x reader #band of brothers fanfic #band of brothers imagine #fanfic

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oofishley · 5 months

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art block wont stop me from spreading the agenda

#oofishley #total drama #td sierra #td noah #noerra #they r my little dogs #i think they should hold hands and perhaps kiss #im writing my stupid fanfic full time because all my roleplay partners r busy

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rfswitchart · 4 months

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MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS! So, this fic was made as part of the TOH Fanfic Gift Exchange. I got @aretestarseeker, who wanted some Human Realm stuff and Hunter Angst. I think I filled those requirements well with this, and this was immensely cathartic to write. I may have even cried a bit writign the last chapter, it was pretty heavy. Anyways, as I did with Finding Yourself, this fic will post chapters once a day from now until New Year's, and I really hope you like crying, because this one is gonna hit like a train when it's finished. Also, thank you to @animationadventures for setting this up (if there were more people involved, let me know so I can add them)

#the owl house #toh hunter #hunter noceda #angst with a happy ending #toh fanfic #the owl house fanfiction #TOH Fanfic Gift Exchange #No seriously my partner cried several times reading this while I worked on it #get tissues for real #i'm not kidding

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therizino-ao3 · 6 months

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MCYT Yuri Week Day 4: Transgender

@mcyt-yuri-week

Pairing: Gem/Pearl (Gempearl)

Summary: Gem struggles with her identity, but as it turns out, her girlfriend was trans all along too.

Contains: kissing/making out, transfem!gem, transfem!pearl, gender dysphoria, internalised transphobia, gender envy (in a negative, I'll never be her kinda way)

Getting dressed in front of a mirror was a bad idea.

She knew that, obviously. But, well, she wanted to look good for tonight. Staring at herself, it was a wonder she ever even thought that was possible to begin with. Her shoulders jutted out far too wide and her face was far too square and jagged and she could see the bump of her adam’s apple. She was a deer-hybrid – and as proud of her hybrid status she was – she hated the thick, dark hair that crawled over her skin. The dress was so cute when she picked it out, but now, she felt so much like a boy playing pretend.

She forced herself to look away. She shouldn’t dwell on the negative thoughts. Tonight was going to be a great night! She was going to be with Pearl, watching movies and eating dinner. Pearl – her amazing girlfriend and also her greatest source of gender envy. She couldn’t help it. Pearl looked so pretty and amazing and even though she was tall for a woman and sometimes wore masculine clothes like suits – was still so undeniably feminine. Pearl – who she had been dating for a few weeks now – and still didn’t know Gem was trans.

Logically, Gem knew it would be fine. She wasn’t the only trans hermit, plenty of others were out and everyone supported them, but the idea of telling Pearl still made her heart twinge with fear. She had come so far and had been stealth for so long, the idea of someone else knowing? It was terrifying. But, it was Pearl. Pearl who was the most understanding and caring person ever. It would be okay. She had to keep telling herself that.

She finished the last details on her hair and make-up, took a deep breath, and sent Pearl a text.

It was several hours later and all her previous worries had floated out of her mind. It was so, so, so easy to forget when Pearl was right there and laughing with her and reminding Gem how beautiful she was. Her nails were painted and they were rewatching Legally Blonde and they were lazing about on the sofa, messy paper plates discarded on some coffee table – and just doing that, she felt so much like a girl her heart could burst. She turned to Pearl and Pearl turned to her, smiling.

“May I request a kiss?” she asked in her sweetest voice, leaning over.

“You may always request a kiss, Gem!” Pearl said, pulling her over the rest of the distance and bringing their lips together.

It was far from the first time they’d kissed, but it still felt surreal. Pearl’s lips were so soft against hers, brushing so gently, like fingers tracing along antique pottery. Gem buried her hands in Pearl’s silky hair and melted into her, opening her mouth and pressing as close as she could. Pearl reciprocated, deepening the kiss. They continued, somewhere along the way Pearl pausing the TV, so the room was filled only with their soft hums and moans and gasps. Gem brought one of her hands to Pearl’s waist, holding her. In return, Pearl rested a hand on Gem’s thigh, stroking up and down.

Gem stiffened and pulled back, “Wait, there’s something I need to tell you.”

Pearl paused, “Do you want me to stop what I’m doing?” It was a genuine question.

“No, it’s fine. It’s lovely, actually! I just… need you to listen.”

Pearl nodded and stared at Gem, waiting.

This was so much more nerve-wracking than she thought it’d be, “I- I’m transgender. As in, a trans girl. And I haven’t like, taken any hormones or had any surgeries or anything. I just… thought you should know.”

Pearl blinked and then smiled, sweetly, “Well, thank you for telling me. Y’know, Gem, I’m a trans girl too! And even if I wasn’t, it wouldn’t affect a thing. I love you for you, not for some body parts. And, if something I do ever makes you dysphoric, just ask me to stop, m’kay?”

Gem stared, having so much to take in. She felt like she was tearing up, “You’re trans as well?”

It felt impossible to believe. No matter how much she knew it wasn’t true, sometimes she felt like as a trans girl she’d never be as “real” a girl as a cis girl. But, knowing Pearl – a beautiful, confident woman – was just like her, it… made everything feel so much more possible. She hugged Pearl.

“Aw, Gem! I am indeed, and it’s lovely to know my girlfriend is too,” Gem felt Pearl bury her face into her hair. Gem felt like she was going to explode out of… something. Something positive, for sure.

“Can we just cuddle for a bit?” Gem asked, still desperately, desperately, in love with Pearl, more than ever before, even. But, right now, she didn’t feel like kissing.

“I have no complaints,” Pearl said, squeezing her girlfriend tight.

#please head the warnings! there is a LOT of gender dysphoria and internalised transphobia in this one #love projecting my trans issues onto fictional little guys. and then giving them supportive friends/partners #late because I had no free time during the week :(#mcyt yuri week #mcytyuriweek2023 #hermitshipping #hermitcraft #hermitcraft fic #therizino writes #fanfic #gempearl #geminitay #cw gender dysphoria #cw internalized transphobia #not maintagging pearl in case she sees... i would die

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aetheternity · 1 year

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So like in the Venti knotting scenario.. do you think he is able to impregnate his partner? Does HE know if he is able to? I am a strong believer of that he wouldn't pull out when he cums regardless if he can impregnate his s/o or not

(Pls not my breeding kink showingg give me your kids windman)

I like to believe that he doesn't know if he can or can't impregnate his s/o. He's not comfortable asking Zhongli if archon sperm can create life.

But yes he's one hundred percent just cumming inside because he loves being squeezed around when his beloved takes every drop he can manage.

But if he does know that he can, he sings a little tune into your ear right before he finishes, "I'm gonna get you pregnant, I'm gonna get you pregnant." He loves the deadpanned look you give him it's just too fun.

#I'm so glad I finally got to incorporate that little song because I imagined Venti singing that to his partner as a joke and I could never #find the right time to write it into a fanfic #I'm talking i had this idea #last year or so

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non4ry · 1 year

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just two partners relaxing after a mission <3

#resident evil #ashley graham #manuela hidalgo #ashuela #re4 #the darkside chronicles #okay i’m going to infodump about the fanfic/au of them i’ve got in my head so people understand #this is set in the og 4 timeline btw.. i had agent!ashley first capcom 💥💥#anyways after re4 Ashley decides that she wants to become an agent #because she wants to feel like leon’s equal (she really admires him and looks up to him and has a complex about it basically but it’s not #weird like it is in canon vs ashley just being very traumatized and developing a personality disorder bc of her trauma lmao)#other than that I think she doesn’t ever want to feel like she’s helpless again and she doesn’t want other people to feel that way either #she has good intentions but is still in denial about how corrupt the government is (but she is very much starting to learn bc her father is #a total POS and she’s gonna realize how little he actually cares about her pretty quickly)#re4r made her a little too patriotic for me but that’s beside the point #Manuela is also an agent who was training around the same time as Ashley but her role is much different due to her BOW status #she’s also been in american gov custody since she was 15 and she does Not like them #I’m still going back and forth with how I write Manuela but she knows how expendable she is and knows they only keep her so she doesn’t get #traded off in the BOW black market and become of use to someone dangerous to the gov #there is a lot more about the progression of their relationship and their dynamic as a partner team but i’ll save it for the fic #unrelated to the plot AS FOR THEIR DESIGNS. i realized too little too late how DMC looking ashley is 😭 but it’s fine #I based her design off of her 3.5 design and my own personal spins #manuela’s outfit is much less elaborate because . she doesn’t want it to. catch on fire . LMAO.#I want to give her more outfits for Off the job scenes and really elaborate on the sense of style she develops when she’s on her own #also LET HER HAVE BURN SCARS?? I know that because she’s a BOW she would probably. heal much faster and her body would regenerate #but that’s lame so she gets to have at least Some scarring. capcom writing be damned #oh also this isn’t relevant to their overall stories either but they are both so autistic .. manuela listens to music to decompress #and calm down after stressful missions and she also hums/sings as a stim okay thank you that’s all

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novelconcepts · 7 months

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i’m starving, darling (let me put my lips to something) - She wants the excuse. She wants to do it, to let it out. Sometimes, Van reasons, it feels good, letting it out.

(Or: the first time she bites Tai, it's an accident.)

E, 7.1k words

Sometimes, it just feels good to give in. And these days? These days, when almost nothing feels good? When almost nothing is good? Van won’t apologize for it. Van’s done apologizing.

#fanfiction #yellowjackets fanfic #yj fic #taivan #yjoctober2023 #prompt 1: horror element/trope from the show #(cannibalism. the element is cannibalism)#sex and cannibalism imagery y'all this one is just all fucked up all the time #but in a loving sustain-your-partner-as-best-you-can way #easily the most aggressively intense thing i've written in a loooong time

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buttoneyedbee · 11 months

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This is my entry for the fanfic contest @restartheartvn is holding, Ezra, Sammy, Blaire, and the setting of Little Daea belongs to them!

Anyone under 18 should not interact with this fic or their game, as there are sensitive subjects involved in game that are inappropriate for minors. Thank you!

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June in the sleepy seaside town of Little Daea was the busiest of the year in Morgan Dust's little friend group. Everyone planned their own events through the month, but that didn't stop anyone from attending the ones planned by the town as well. This would be Morgan's third year dating Ezra, and he had planned something special to mark their third pride together.

Of course, in classic Ezra style, Morgan had no idea what to expect from this date. He had only given them one thing to go on, a text this morning that read-

"Be sure to wear your walking shoes, Sugar~"

With the assumption that Ezra could be taking them anywhere, Morgan dressed comfortably and made sure to slip into their comfiest pair of sneakers. They dabbed a small amount of lavender oil behind their ears and inhaled deep, the floral scent already dry on their skin. After a final check for essentials, Morgan shouldered their backpack and set out, a pep in their prance with thoughts of the raven-haired golden retriever waiting for them.

The walk to Ezra's meeting spot was a quick ten minute stroll to their local town park. Before long, Morgan saw a familiar curly-haired figure standing in the center of the park and couldn't help but smile. Morgan stopped short of Ezra, admiring the way he looked in the sun. He was wearing the sunglasses they had gifted him for last year's birthday, the sight made their heart beat harder in the depths of their chest.

As if he could read minds, Ezra looked over to see Morgan, a megawatt grin slowly spreading across their full lips. Morgan couldn't help but return the sentiment, bounding across the space left between them and launching into Ezra's waiting arms. They spun around for a moment in the embrace, the pair practically giggling. In their excitement Morgan failed to notice the way Ezra breathed in their scent, almost drinking it in while he nestled into the crook of their neck.

Ezra pulled away long enough to cup Morgan's face in their hands and pepper kisses across every inch they could find before Morgan erupted into another fit of giggles and squirmed free.

"Ezra Galverton, you are the cutest person, but I insist you stop before my heart explodes!" Morgan laughed and looked up at their paramour, who stuck his tongue out with a wink in response.

"How could I resist kissing such a wonderful face, sugarsnap?"

The deep pitch of Ezra's voice was smooth and velvety, the perceived purr to his words drove Morgan mad, but judging by the look on his face Ezra already knew that. Morgan looked up into lavender hued eyes and stood patiently on their tiptoes, lips pursed for a kiss. Ezra let out a throaty chuckle and cupped Morgan's cheeks, softer than before, and closed the gap.

They'd kissed almost every day for three years now, but neither of them had grown tired of the fire that enveloped them or the butterfly swarm that came to life in their chests in the moments before. Morgan had once called that feeling home in a sweet moment shared between friends, and again months later to Ezra themselves.

"Well," Ezra had pulled away just enough to see Morgan's face, still holding them enough to satisfy the need, "We should start our outing before we miss anything." A sly grin spread across his features knowing the suspense was almost over. Morgan nodded dutifully and linked their arm into the crook of Ezra's, allowing them to lead the walk a few blocks away to the steps of their town gardens. Pride banners hung from the roof and cascaded down the pillars, a soft breeze fluttering through the fabrics. As they walked closer, Morgan noticed the chalkboard at the door advertising a light show, and their brow rose inquisitively as they examined the conveniently small amount of information on the program.

The lobby was clean, and the only sign of anyone having been at the desk was a quiet stream of music emanating from old plug-in speakers nestled behind the desktop, barely visible to anyone passing by. The decoration was plentiful, a mix of framed botany displays on a large maximalist wall to their left stood out to Morgan, who styled people's spaces during their time off. The staff had arranged some of their dried flowers in the colors of a handful of identity flags, Morgan's eyes were drawn to the bright yellows and purples of the non-binary arrangement, their face lit up in comfortable joy. This place felt safe and warm, Morgan was almost certain Ezra had done extensive research to make sure they would feel this way.

"Oh look!"

Ezra exclaimed with a happy hum, pointing to the arrangement of light pink and blue wildflowers surrounding delicate white buds. The arrangement was fresh, and propped into a beautiful vase that stood front and center on the visitors help desk.

"The staff here really went out of their way to do all this, huh?" He whispered to Morgan with an appreciative tone, probably pleased they were enjoying themselves so quickly.

Before Morgan could say anything, a small wisp of a man came hobbling into the lobby, loudly pulling his chair from the desk and falling into his seat with a loud sigh. His fluffy white hair stuck up around his head and peeked over his computer screen, the sight was equal parts amusing and adorable in that strange way older people became cuter with age.

Taking a few steps to their right, Morgan crossed their arms and leaned against the help desk, peering atop the counter to get a better look at the new face. Large bug eyes met Morgan's dark greens, startling them into standing straight. The employee had oversized glasses with the thickest lenses either of them had ever seen, from his spot by the decorations Ezra exchanged a cautious look with them, but Morgan decided to speak up.

"Good morning," a pause, eyes frantic in their search for a name tag, "Bartholomew, oh wow." The biblical slap to the face took them by surprise, and at the mention of his name the old man smiled like Morgan was his long lost relative. He sat up in his chair a bit, beaming at them with such joy Morgan almost found it uncomfortable.

"Good morning, friends!" Bartholomew said loudly, including Ezra in his greeting despite the deafening silence coming from their end. "My name is Bartholomew, but you can call me Bart. I own these gardens and I am always happy when young people visit!" He took a shallow breath and continued, "Are you two here to see the lights? We have another show in 5 minutes, and so far only you two have shown up! Lucky for you, the tour is self guided and you don't have to listen to my rambling much longer." A hearty chuckle from Bart warmed Morgan's chest. They hadn't been too comfortable at first, but Bart seemed like a genuine person and had greeted them very respectfully.

Ezra wrapped his arms around Morgan's shoulders, taking over this encounter the moment Bart mentioned the lights.

"Ah. Yes, I have pre-ordered tickets for the next full timeslot." Ezra pulled two folded pieces of paper and slid them across the counter with the arm that wasn't wrapped fully around Morgan. The warm grip was comforting, but what Morgan couldn't see was the dry look on Ezra's face as Bart scanned over the sudden dynamic shift, and then the papers Ezra had slid onto his desk.

"You two are all set, head through the glass doors to your left, oh, and happy Pride!"

Bart sent Morgan off with a cheery smile and a small wave, which Morgan returned with a smile of their own. From their spot nestled into Morgan's dark hair, Ezra watched Bart smile at Morgan until they passed through the glass doors.

Unbeknownst to Morgan, a second shift in energy brought Ezra back to his happy-go-lucky attitude from before. Lacing their fingers together to continue this walk, and to ensure Morgan wasn't left behind if they got too enthralled with something to keep up, Ezra followed the small steps up and led them into the garden's indoor greenhouse.

Humidity blasted the both of them the moment the second set of doors opened, breezing past them in a sticky greeting not many enjoyed. Ezra's face screwed in disgust, while Morgan closed their eyes and took a deep inhale of all the different smells around them.

"It's beautiful, everything is so well loved here!" Morgan's voice was soft, but the joy in their words was unmistakable and it gave Ezra an extreme boost in both current mood and confidence in their ability to read Morgan. They watched as Morgan bounced from plant to plant, eyes wide and sparkling anytime they swiveled around to info-dump about the different things growing carefully tailored in the dirt around them.

Ezra's heart beat hard in his chest, one of the few lights of his life enjoying themselves to the fullest extent doing something he planned for them was the best feeling. They followed along quietly, having given up on getting a word in edgewise long ago, simply nodding and smiling after their jumpy other half.

After a few minutes of exploration, the lights in the greenhouse dimmed and Morgan shot straight up, panic scrawled across their features trying to find Ezra in the sudden low light. Warm hands found Morgan in a quick, fluid motion, rubbing up and down their arms in a show of silent support.

"Shhh, Sugar. You're safe, I promise."

Ezra spun Morgan around so that their back was pressed to him, whispering in their ear when they stopped, hands still firm on their shoulders.

"Now look over that way, by the grouping of snapdragons."

What had once been a dark blob of formless plant life was suddenly awash with soft yellow light, shutting off as soon as it had flashed on. Across the room a bright flare of purple lit up a bed of lavender, another splash of red lit up behind them just as quickly. As Morgan stood back in wonderment, a wide array of plants were highlighted in their respective lights one by one until the room glowed with every color of the rainbow.

Snapdragons, lavender, tulips, and all sorts of colorful things exhibited under the spotlights reflected across every glass surface placed around the room, a prism of light slowly forming tiny rainbow droplets that cascaded across every inch of the gardens. A slow melody began playing from the tinny speakers in the corners of the room, a piano arrangement that lent to the whimsical air and brought a wave of strange nostalgia over Morgan.

Ezra held Morgan tighter to their chest, a pure and wonderful feeling creeping through his heart and blossoming into an unadulterated moment of absolute peace. Morgan couldn't sit still, however, and grabbed Ezra's hand to spin around the small footpath in a goofy attempt to lead a dance with their much taller partner.

Their dance went on for the duration of the fluorescent rainbow lights, completely forgetting the whole point of a light show in favor of dipping and spinning one another around this lush garden of pride. A light sheen of sweat covered their faces, Morgan's normally straight hair curled tight around their cheeks in the humidity. Peachy blushes smeared across both of their cheeks, Morgan's freckles dark around the flushed skin. The shorter of the two laughed out loud, and then offered Ezra a ridiculous bow when the lights faded out and flickered back to the soft white glow they'd had before. The pair stood together a moment longer, chests heaving from the workout that comes with carefully dancing in a small area. Morgan straightened to their full height and clasped their hands behind their back, smiling up at Ezra, lovestruck look in their eyes.

"This was beautiful, Ezra. Thank you for planning this for us." As they spoke, they rocked back and forth on the balls of their feet, flustered by their feelings for the hundredth time today.

"I'm so happy you had a good time, sugar." Ezra beamed, admiring the handiwork of their date in the forests of Morgan's eyes. If anyone's eyes could literally sparkle, Ezra would bet money on his Sugar possessing that talent.

Morgan stood on their tiptoes to ask for a kiss, but before Ezra could oblige, a familiar voice rang out in the small greenhouse, startling them both out of their shared smooch-driven focus.

Standing in the doorway to the exhibit's outdoor exit, looking very pleased with herself, was Blaire. Shortly after, Sammy's petite frame came into view beside her, a small frown on their face.

"Blaire, I told you not to interrupt their date." Sammy sighed, and smiled sheepishly at the confused couple. Blaire cackled and crossed the room to squish Morgan and Ezra into a trademark bear hug. Morgan giggled, returning the hug immediately. From her spot squished between them, Blaire tried to ask something, but it came out muffled and wrong, which only made Morgan laugh harder. Ezra gently pushed Blaire back, Morgan stifling another giggle as Blaire took an exaggerated inhale for breath.

"Say again, Blaire?" Morgan tucked a flyaway curl behind their ear, the damp strand sticking dutifully to the rest of their dark red curls. Ezra followed the motion, bright lavender eyes almost glued to it. He swallowed hard as Morgan's fingers slid down their neck in an absent-minded manner, unaware of the effect it had on him.

Blaire nodded thoughtfully in Morgan's direction, a smile still wide on her lips. "I was asking if you two wanted to come with us to get some lunch, we haven't decided where to go yet, but the usual spot has a drag show later we wanted to see!"

Morgan glanced up at Ezra, whose mood couldn't be read very well after the sudden appearance of their friends. He was smiling, even closing his eyes to think about Blaire's query; but Morgan was an overthinker and made a mental note to run the bubbliest of bubble baths for them later tonight.

Blaire smiled and pulled Sammy closer, the latter having been standing by the door watching the scene unfold until then. Sammy let out a small disgruntled noise at the pull, but made no effort to resist either. They readjusted themselves, taking a tiny step to the side for a bit more room to stand.

Ezra stared at the three of them, all looking up with various different emotions, all waiting for an answer.

Morgan looked on with support, probably thinking something along the lines of "I just want Ezra to be happy."

Sammy looked on politely, uninterested for the most part, but their eyes flicked between Ezra and Morgan a few times in some train of thought that Ezra would have to work out later.

Blaire stood inches from Ezra, staring into his soul with the fervor of a small child trying to bully their parents into an amusement park with just their eyes.

Ezra took in the three of them for a while, and just when the suspense was too much for Blaire, Ezra dissolved into a fit of laughter.

"You two are not good actors, by the way," they said between wheezing laughter. Ezra had spotted them duck back outside during their dance, and when they first arrived at the gardens, they'd been spotted trying to hide behind a particularly sparse bush.

"I saw you twice today, but I wanted to see what you had planned, so I left you alone." A few tears fell from his eyes, wiped away on the sleeve of his sweater.

Blaire protested loudly while Sammy hid a smile behind their hands, clearly amused by Blaire's friendly shouting. Morgan smiled at the group, grabbing Ezra's hand in theirs and turned toward the exit.

"Let's figure out what we want to eat outside, poor Mr. Bart would probably appreciate that." Morgan laughed again, covering their mouth with their free hand. Ezra felt their heart skip a beat at the sight, Morgan was almost too cute for their own good sometimes.

"Oh sure, it is gorgeous out today." Blaire had an appreciative expression, but a quick pull of sunglasses and a sigh from Ezra made the group laugh.

"I wouldn't mind walking to the beach after, and I'm sure B̷̹͌ļ̴͘ȏ̵̥s̷̜͝ş̴͘o̸͔͗m̶̧͆ wouldn't mind either~" Sammy's words sounded a bit wrong, but Morgan chalked it up to the dance exhaustion and didn't dwell on it too long.

Blaire and Sammy led the walk out, each individually talking about something different from the other. It took no time at all for them to exit the room, but Morgan had stopped a few times down the path to admire their favorite plants. After a few stops, Ezra waved their friends out, calling after them about meeting up outside in a few minutes.

The same walk from before, ripe with more information from Ezra's favorite plant nerd, took about ten minutes before Morgan almost jumped out of their skin mid sentence.

"Oh shit, Ezra we were supposed to walk out with Blaire and Sammy and I totally forgot!" Morgan scrambled to their feet and laughed through their time constraint anxiety.

Just before they left the greenhouse, Ezra pulled Morgan back into a tight hug. He ran his hand through their hair, holding their head against his chest. Morgan reciprocated the affection, their anxieties melting into a happy squeak that escaped their lips at the gesture.

"I love you, sugar." Ezra breathed into their fuzzy hair, nose tickled by the flyaway strands.

Morgan burrowed further into the embrace and felt a knot form in the back of their throat. Their eyes misted fast at the sentiment, but they usually did when reminded that Ezra really loved them.

"I love you too, Ezra." Their voice came out strangled and emotional, causing Ezra to pull away in concern. His eyes darted across Morgan's features, brows furrowed in a worried expression until he noticed the watery smile on Morgan's lips. Ezra felt quick relief wash over their tense shoulders at the realization of these emotions being positive and smiled.

"I'm glad you love me that much, sugar."

"It's impossible not to fall in love with you, Ezra." Morgan felt the hot tears spill over their lashes and chuckled when Ezra wiped them away with a soft brush of his fingers across their cheek.

The space between them grew short as Ezra bent down to place a deep kiss on the warm skin of Morgan's forehead, the freckle scattered skin of their nose, and finally the salty wet skin of their lips. The kiss was not nearly as long as either of them would have liked, but right at the apex of the butterflies Morgan's stomach growled in an audible attempt to remind them about lunch.

"Let's join up with our friends, yeah?"

"If you insist, sugar. I'd have been perfectly happy to take you home after that one." Ezra winked and entangled their fingers with Morgan's before sighing dramatically in a playful show of resistance.

"I for sure owe you a nice bath, cutie." Morgan teased, pulling Ezra out the doors to the greenhouse and back into the beautifully decorated garden lobby. "For now, I want to demolish a plate of stuffed french toast and walk to the beach~"

Ezra shook their head and smiled at the tease, mentally promising to get them back for it later. "Alright," Ezra paused to hold the front door open for Morgan, watching them bounce down the stairs before following close behind, "but I want half~"

Morgan feigned shock, placing a hand over their heart and another against their forehead in a dramatic show. From behind them Blaire yelled for their attention and Sammy stood a few paces behind her smiling at the scene. The four met up and started walking with no specific destination in mind, voices a loud and jubilant echo through the quiet streets.

The sun was high in the sky over Morgan's sunny seaside town, and as the group made their way through town Morgan sent a silent thanks to whatever force in their life that brought them here.

Little did they know it was a force closer to them than they'd ever imagined.

#restart heart #restart heart vn #ezra galverton #sammy maitra #blaire nguyen #restart heart pride fanfic entry #restart heart sugarsona #tysm to my partner for proofreading this fic like 85 times #restart heart fanfic #ezra x sugarsona

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fuckyeahgoodomensfanfic · 5 months

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Good Omens Fic Rec: It never hurts to keep looking for sunshine

After Adam's parents die in a car crash, Aziraphale is forced to start taking care of him as more than just an uncle. Don't get him wrong, he loves the little devil, it's just that he is completely clueless and could rather use some help. In comes Crowley, Adam's new nursery school teacher with his amazing skills in dealing with kids. Could he be the answer to all of Aziraphale's prayers - Adam-related and otherwise? Well, it looks like he might be just that, judging by the weird things Aziraphale's heart seems to be doing whenever he sets eyes on the man. Now, if only the tall ginger returned his feelings...

Length: 63,888 words

AO3 Rating: Explicit/ Spice Level 🔥🔥

Best for: Mostly Safe in Public, Pick-me-up, Human AU

Triggers: None

Read it here, fic by Dervila and elf_on_the_shelf

*Minor Spoilers* Honestly, I am very weak for ineffable dads. Aziraphale now has custody of his nephew Adam, and it’s time to enroll him in primary school. Unfortunately for Aziraphale, Adam's new teacher is very distracting.

This story is very very sweet. Sometimes kid dialogue can be unnatural, but here I felt it was the right balance. Adam feels like a 4 year old. Not too baby nor way too advanced. And Warlock’s is an excellent pre teen. Not much of the backstory is explained, and I do wish it had more of that. A bigger conversation between Aziraphale and Crowley about how they ended up as parents maybe. But in the end that isn’t what the story is about and that’s okay. We know where they are now, and they're going to move forward with it. They are both doting and wonderful fathers. They fit so easily together and there is no doubt that the children come first. Warlock is a particular favorite story line for me. I love how he doesn't push Aziraphale away. They form a pretty quick bond and that wasn't what I expected to happen when Warlock appeared in the story. The romance is very sweet, hindered by some misunderstands and miscommunications of course. But they get there in their own time. I love how Crowley makes the effort to show Aziraphale that he can trust and be safe in the physical side of things. Checking in, making sure Aziraphale knows that being physical isn't transactional. They'll go at whatever pace is comfortable. Some side characters are introduced that I'd like to know more about, but again that isn't what the story is about anyway.

A huge plus for this story is all the art included. Oh it just is so soft and tender and perfect. Mostly safe in public, at least until towards the last half. It's nothing very graphic, but I certainly wouldn't be reading those scenes next to my family.

Read it here, fic by Dervila and elf_on_the_shelf

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sunflowerdroplet · 8 months

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Bitter Memory

(Just a fic from my ao3 account)

“Well, the babies are finally asleep…” mumbled Mario as he tossed another log into the campfire. He hadn’t received a response to this, but he wasn’t surprised by that, what, with Luigi still giving him the silent treatment. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, looking at the lump that was his younger brother curled up in his sleeping-bag.

“Can you talk to me now, Luigi?”

No response.

“C’mon Luigi…”

*Sniffle*

“Please Weegee…” started the red-clad brother, making sure to keep his voice down so not to wake the babies. “…Anyone would’ve gotten angry at you for making babies cry…!”

The younger brother’s head finally popped free from his sleeping-bag, hair messy and teary blue eyes blazing. “And anyone would get angry if they got hit in the head with a giant hammer!” Luigi yelled back in a harsh whisper. “Even worse when your older baby sibling laughs at you afterwards!”

Mario’s head tilted in confusion. “Laughed at you? When did—I don’t remember doing that…?”

“Well, you did,” Luigi huffed and returned to his original position, his back turned to his older sibling. “Some big brother you are…” he mumbled.

Mario flinched hard at his brother’s words. That…really hurt. But then again, so would getting hit with a hammer. Moving from his spot by the fire, he approached his brother and settled by his side. Cautiously, he placed a hand where Luigi’s shoulder would be under his sleep sack. “…Weegee?” He didn’t respond but didn’t shake off his hand either. “C-Can you look at me, please?” Still no response. Mario could feel his heart aching the longer Luigi kept quiet. “…Weegee, do you…still love me?”

That got Luigi’s attention. In an instant, the younger brother was sitting up, head once again free from his bedding. “Of course, I still love you!” Luigi exclaimed, barely keeping his voice down. “I wouldn’t stop loving you for any reason!”

“Weegee…” Mario whispered, throwing his arms around his brother, hugging him tightly. Luigi tried to hug him back, but his arms were trapped inside his sleeping-bag. He made a frustrated whine which caused Mario to laugh and pull his cocooned brother into his lap. The younger squirmed a bit before settling comfortably with his head resting on Mario’s shoulder. The pair rested like that in a peaceful silence until Mario broke it.

“I have vague memories of when we fell down that hole, you know? Not as an adult, but when we were children. I remember…seeing you and myself laying motionless on the ground. I ran over to you first because, well, even as a baby you were still my top priority. I tried waking you up by talking to you and calling your name, but you wouldn’t respond!” He held his brother tighter as his voice took on a softer, almost child-like tone. “I was worried. So, so worried. You weren’t moving, you weren’t waking up! I was so scared that you wouldn’t ever wake up…!”

Luigi quickly realized that Mario was caught up in a flashback. It took him an embarrassing ten seconds to free his arms from his constricting sleep sack before he wrapped his arms around his now trembling brother. He too could vaguely remember the incident though he could only remember feeling upset because his older baby brother was upset. Clearly, Mario was more affected by the memory than he was.

“…That’s the only reason why I hit you with the hammer. I couldn’t think of anything else. And when I saw you back on your feet again, I was happy and relieved, b-but then you…”

“…But then I got angry with you…” Luigi finished for him, running a hand through Mario’s hair. Guilt filled him for misunderstanding his brother’s actions. How could he ever think Mario, at any age, would ever intentionally harm him? “I’m sorry, Mario. You must’ve been scared.” He kissed the other on the forehead and said, “You’re the best brother anyone could have!”

Mario felt something settle inside of him at his brother's words, an old wound finally healed. “And I’m sorry for getting angry at you as well. I guess I was still a little bitter from the memory…”

“You’re forgiven.” Luigi brought their foreheads together and looked deep into his twin’s eyes. “I love you, Mario.”

“I love you, too, Luigi.”

The two stayed cuddled up with one another before it was time for them to head to bed. Who knew what dangers awaited them once the sun rose? But no matter what, the two pairs of brothers would face them confidently together.

THE END

Extra:

"Hey Baby Mario," greets Luigi, bending down and picking up the child.

"Hm?" Baby Mario squeaked, head tilted as he looked up at the older man.

"I wanted to apologize to you and baby me for making you guys cry the other day. I understand now. You were only trying to help me, right?"

The red-clad baby eagerly nodded his head, innocent eyes shining up at him. "Mm-hm! Mm-hm!"

Luigi smiled brightly and kissed Baby Mario on the forehead. "Thank you for helping me, baby big brother! You're a true hero!"

"Weegee!" Baby Mario exclaimed, happily hugging Luigi.

A few feet away stood adult Mario with Baby Luigi. He smiled at the scene, and touched his touched his heart. The residual pain finally fading away completely. "Hmm?" he thought, feeling something tug at his shirt. He looked down to see Baby Luigi had a hold on it. "What is it, Baby Weegee?"

The green clad toddler proceeded to point at Luigi and Baby Mario before pointing to himself, more specifically, his forehead.

Mario laughed. "Of course, you deserve a kiss, too!"

"Woo-hoo!"

#mariocest #mario x luigi #mario bros #super mario #mario and luigi rpg #mario and luigi partners in time #fanfic #baby mario #baby luigi

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