#this meme is so fucking stupid i hate all of you <- lovingly
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why is no one talking abt how volcano shake em up was re-recorded as an mcr/fob collab that they were gonna premiere at music midtown before it got canceled.... we could have had it all
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Her right leg bounced violently, the tap tap tap from her foot on the ground attracting curious looks from the customers sitting on the nearing tables. She had thought arriving a few minutes earlier and having a cup of tea would’ve calmed her nerves, which was obviously not the case — the minutes ticked by slowly and in moments he would come in through the door and sit down, and they would talk. Really talk, after three years of missed calls and calculated escapes.
She wasn’t ready for this. Oh, Spirits, she definitely wasn’t ready for this. Maybe she could leave, go back home before he even reached the cafe, pretend she had never been there and move on. Yes, that seemed like a good idea.
The bell at the door rang, and Y/N realized it was too late to back down as she recognized the golden eyes searching for her figure and squinting when they finally found it.
This was a nightmare.
“Y/N, hey,” he smiled awkwardly when he finally got to the small table she was occupying, sitting in the free chair without a second thought. “Did you wait for long?”
“No, no,” the girl scratched the back of her neck sheepishly, “I just came by too early, that’s all.”
“Oh. Alright.”
“Yeah.”
A beat of silence. Neither knew exactly what to say, how to start.
Y/N supposed she should still be angry, and she was, to some extent. However, her anger had been gone for a while now. It had turned into bitterness, and looking at him without immediately remembering all the hurt he had caused was hard.
She was willing to try, though. She was willing to try because he had sent her a bunch of cat memes instead of talking like he wanted to and that stupid gesture reminded her of the Zuko she once knew, the one who sneaked into her house late at night so they could watch movies and entertain conspiracy theories about the stupid neighboors. It reminded her of the Zuko she fell in love with, before he got lost between family problems and doubts and lies.
And, damn, she missed that. She missed that so much, and that glimpse of it was enough to make her question every decision she had ever made regarding forgiveness and regret and the past.
Y/N didn’t know she was so weak for a person she had been supposed to hate, yet there she was. We learn something new every day, right?
“I—” his voice was shaky and brought her back from her thoughts immediately. Zuko sighed deeply before continuing, “I think I should apologize before I say anything else, right?”
She didn’t answer, she didn’t have it in her to, so she stared attentively. Y/N wondered how he would be able to explain himself.
“I’m sorry, Y/N,” sadness seeped through his words, but neither of them acknowledged it, “I was wrong and I was terrible and you didn’t deserve any of it, and if I could go back and change everything, I would. I’m so sorry.”
Another beat of silence.
“Why did you do it? Why did you lie to me about loving me?”
“I didn’t. I loved you so much. I probably still do.”
“Then why did you go back to Mai? Why did you fuck everything up?”
“Because I was afraid.”
“Of what?”
“Of losing you!” it was clear he was losing his temper, fidgeting with his own fingers on the table. “I was afraid of you not loving me and even when I knew you did, I was afraid that something would go wrong and we would never be able to go back to what we were. I was afraid you would realise I wasn’t worth your time or your love and I was afraid of not having you around.”
“You lost me anyway, Zuko,” she bit down on her lower lip, waterdrops overtaking her eyes. “You ruined our friendship anyway.”
“I know,” he violently wiped away a stray tear, “I know that. And I’m sorry. You deserve better. I’m sorry. I—I fucked up, and I know it. I’m sorry.”
The quietness that fell upon them was so unlike any other moment shared between the two best friends before that it hurt, heavy tension in the air.
“I was so angry for so long,” she whispered, averting her eyes from his, “I thought you had just decided to play around with my feelings and it made me so angry because that was so unlike you and I didn’t understand. I didn’t understand why you would hurt me like that after all those years of being best friends, all those years I spent being in love with you. I was so hurt for so long, Zuko.”
“I know,” his voice cracked at the end of the words and it brought more tears to her eyes, “I’m so sorry. I—I should’ve come to you, should’ve talked to you before, should’ve fixed things, but I didn’t. I thought maybe everything would fix itself after a while. I guess I just didn’t want to confront the possibility of you never forgiving me,” a self-deprecating laugh left his lips, “I definitely deserve that.”
“You do,” Y/N nodded her head, taking note of how his body slumped in defeat, “but I’m tired of being hurt, Zuko.”
He moved his neck to look at her so fast she wondered how he didn’t get whiplash, a hint of hope glinting in his eyes. She smiled carefully and Zuko felt his heart flutter in the same way it used to do all those years ago, almost as if no time had gone by between the young couple. He figured some types of love never die — and Y/N would never fail to make him weak.
“We can try again,” her tone wasn’t more than a soft murmur, yet it was enough to send his brain into overdrive. She lifted one of her hands to rest it on the table, offering him her pinky ever so lovingly, just like she used to do when they were children running around the streets with Azula on their trail, holding pinkies as if it would protect them from everything in the world that tried to keep them apart. A small chuckle left his chest at the gesture, and Zuko immediately moved to intertwine his small finger with hers, squeezing lightly and exhaling shakily when she squeezed right back.
“Thank you. I missed you.”
She smiled a tentative smile, eyes glassy with emotion.
“I missed you too.”
allergies | zuko x fem!reader smau
series masterlist | previous <- 22, pinkies -> next
summary: Y/N has no feelings for her best friend’s brother. In fact, she might just be allergic to him with how much she definitely doesn’t like him.
a/n: hehe
#zuko x reader#zuko smau#zuko#atla#atla smau#smau#avatar the last airbender x reader#avatar the last airbender smau
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exes au part 14
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obsetress:
obsetress: viola
em: holy shit
em: i think viola could hold a truly ridiculous number of things in her hands
em: danis like i have a little fanny pack right here- and violas like (turns up nose) absolutely not
obsetress: pre therapy viola during her relationship w dani: buys dani a birkin too, is like "here baby, so you don't have to use that fanny pack"
obsetress: dani's like "oh. i, um. like my fanny pack"
obsetress: viola therapy era after her relationship with dani: buys her a hermes fanny pack instead
obsetress: jamie rolls her eyes but dani is literally
em: i think a lot abt viola offering solutions completely unprompted n then being really offended when ppl dont take her up on it
em: pre therapy obvs
obsetress: SAME
obsetress: oh link is gross
obsetress: cost is grosser
obsetress: but viola lloyd dropping $2550 on a fanny pack for her ex gf? chefs kiss
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obsetress: ok just remembered viola slouching or leaning or w/e n like
obsetress: brain practically applying that to exes au and imagining when and where she'd slouch n everyone's reactions to htat
obsetress: bc like she has perfect posture but when she chooses to do it it's a power move
obsetress: and i. hm
em: yeah
obsetress: viola sitting up stock straight when they first get to brunch and as soon as she's ordered her bloody mary shes pulling off her sunglasses and dropping them on the table and just sinking back
em: how to phrase this w/o sounding too much like a whore
em: actually no way to say this but like i feel v strongly abt the way we make women take up less space wrt to knees together calves touching type deal and i think maybe
em: maybe viola can manspread a bit as a treat
em: hate that term but i cant think of a better one
obsetress: nah she does n it's hot
obsetress: just had this image pre divorce of viola and arthur at marriage counseling on opp ends of the couch n arthur's sitting v tight close and vi is just
obsetress: leaning and spreading a lil
obsetress: the first time jamie sees her do it she's so taken aback
obsetress: because she's NOT expecting it
em: jamies like ah ok late in life lesbian deal and then jokes on her viola is fluent in dyke slouch
obsetress: jamie immediately trying to suss out just how long viola has been fucking women
obsetress: she says to dani later "i thought she was all proper like" and dani's like "she is" and jamie's like "so wot was that then" and dani's like "well, people are gay, jamie,"
em: ghfjhgljkJFDASJKKJFGA
em: jamies like so wait how long HAS viola been
obsetress: jamie: so you were vi's first serious girlfriend right?
dani:
dani:
jamie: right???????
em: violas been fucking women longer than jamie has lbr
em: i mean shes clearly only 35, jamie,
obsetress: jamie: so... vi...
viola: hm?
jamie: you're, uh, gay, right?
viola: obviously
jamie: right. well dani told me you've been dating women since––
viola: since i was 15, yes
jamie: but you married a man
em: violas like u went to jail everyone does stupid shit occasionally
em: jamie: so how long have you been dating women
viola: since i was 15
jamie: no i meant like. in years
viola raises her eyebrows and jamies just like
haha nevermind
fuck
obsetress: she tried!
obsetress: she tried
em: jamie on her 35th birthday pencilling 'many happy returns' into violas ????th 35th birthday card
em: yknow i think
em: i think something's afoot
obsetress: jamie, giving up on the direct approach
obsetress: slipping in next to rebecca at the wine bar
obsetress: "becca"
obsetress: "hi, jamie"
"hi. how old is your girlfriend"
em: am fucking losing it thinking abt jamie like. realising how much gay energy viola has
em: like taken ABACK
obsetress: fksljfLKSDJFLJ
obsetress: just like
obsetress: why are jamies reactions to viola so funny
obsetress: montage of jamie realizing how much gay energy viola has
obsetress: jamie watching viola sitting
obsetress: jamie watching viola pick up a variety of glasses and mugs
obsetress: jamie watching viola compare hand sizes with dani, jamie's girlfriend and viola's ex girlfriend who she dated for literal years and whose hand size she definitely already knows
em: NOT THE HAND SZIES
em: they go for a walk and viola immediately complains about the sun and jamie's like
em: i have a spare hat but ur not gonna like it
em: its a snapback that says daddy or smthn in gold, owen got it for jamie for her bday, jamie Loathes it
obsetress: BYE
obsetress: viola looks better in it than jamie does
em: jamie has that
em: am i attracted to viola? moment
em: it passses
em: she has already compartmentalised the weird psychosexual power play
em: queen of compartmentalising
obsetress: jamie: had another one of those moments today
dani: what moments?
jamie: where i thought i might be attracted to vi
dani: well, you did let her fuck you... what was it, four? times in one night, so
em: jamie; yeah but like that aside
em: jamie 'thats neither here nor there' taylor
obsetress: she is the queen of compartmentalizing tho
em: i was gonna be like. 'jamies like wait i dont remember saying four' but. i think she would tell dani
em: because the flip of that is dani callin up vi n i dont think she would necessarily
obsetress: i think she would and dani would make her anyway
obsetress: well make her is harsh but
obsetress: dani would very curiously ask in very convincing ways
em: lovingly coax it out of her
em: dani: what if i fucked you four times in o
obsetress: dani: let me do five
em: viola probably wears so many rings jamie doesn’t even clock the ever present thumb ring
obsetress: jamie just. writes it all off
em: am laughing abt like. viola v meticulously taking off every single ring and putting it in its proper location before...
obsetress: there is something. so hot about that
obsetress: im gonna scream i think
em: i was just meming and now im thinking abt it and
em: truly played myself
em: actually this is me refusing to unpack whatever the hell theo crain gloves made me feel
obsetress: sdkfmsldjfa
obsetress: fair
em: sublimate it into rings
obsetress: i just like um
obsetress: thinkin about when she and dani are together and like
obsetress: it's intentional and everything has its place but vi also makes a show out of it
obsetress: and like
obsetress: she's SO painstaking about it and definitely makes dani wait a little bit and
em: helps dani outta her big ass earrings
em: i mean dani doesnt even Need the help
em: viola meticulous lloyd
em: i mean she just wears so much goddamn jewellry
obsetress: she can tell when dani's getting impatient and goes even slower
em: viola has like
em: viola is one of thos ppl thats really into expensive watches
obsetress: !!!!!!
obsetress: yeah
obsetress: nice lil canon nod too
em: she drags dani to antique auctions n danis like i cant. actually tell the difference between the real and the forgery and violas like (passionately explains it for like 30 minutes) and dani is
em: like shes mentally checked out but also v intensely watching violas hands as she points to the parts of the watch
em: rebecca gets it tho
em: rebecca Gets It
obsetress: dani shoving vi into the bathroom at the auction house and tugging vi's hand between her legs v rebecca grabbing her own auction paddle and bidding against viola for the same watch
obsetress: (rebecca n vi fuck in the car on the ride home)
em: dani grabs a paddle n mimes spanking viola n then the auctioneer is like '$250 to 201' and danis like aw Fcuk
em: violas like i cant take u Anywhere
obsetress: dani gives her the 🥺😌and viola's immediately over it and pulling out $250
obsetress: dani: i didn't even want it, i was just––
vi: i know
dani: what am i even gonna do with a––
vi: i'll sell it for $500 at a private auction next week
dani: so technically i'm making you money
dani, grinning: it's like i'm your employee
dani: do you have any more assignments for me, boss?
vi: dani get your hand out of my pocket i need to focu––
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"#*erases a rant about fandom cas characterization bc god who has the energy*" me. i have the energy. give me the rant.
*cracks knuckles* okay let’s see if any of these particular intellectual muscles still work.
I am always pro-cas-being-canonically-dickish posts (even if they are misleading one way or another, more on that later) because dear GOD this fandom loves to infantalize the man. He’s a “baby in a trenchcoat.” He’s dumb about pop culture and clueless about human things isn’t it adorable? SHUT UP!!!! And pls especially shut up if you’re using his ignorance as a way of making another character look cool or smart by comparison. “it’s a shortened version of my name” was 100% Cas fucking with Dean because he is a dick sometimes! and it’s great! Also: Cas’s indifference to pop culture isn’t a weakness just because pop culture knowledge is a major currency on tumblr!!! It’s indicative of the fact that he’s got much bigger and more important things on his mind. (Also. listen. This trait was canonically erased by Metatron and it was literally the only good thing that fucking character ever did so can we please as a fandom just acknowledge that little slice of canon? pls?)
(Can I also just say.....fish out of water stories are only good when they are on the side of the fish and not just using the fish to make jokes. Just. as a note on the trope in general but specifically re: every time this shows up in fanfic with Cas or any other similar character. Thor comes to mind.)
Anyway Cas isn’t a child, he’s ANCIENT and TIRED and CONFLICTED about major moral issues, which is FASCINATING for an angel character and forces us as an audience to consider more deeply the actual differences between heaven and hell, good and evil, destiny and free will. Is this how we expect an angel to behave? What does this tell us about Heaven? If Cas is an aberration, what does that tell us about Heaven and goodness and God? So his expressions of anger and frustration and his impatience with or indifference to human courtesies are a really great part of his character and people should appreciate them more (and not just when it’s funny!)
(Sidenote bc I always think about this when I think about fandom and Cas, the reductive fandom approach to “””crazy!cas””” (what a fun way of saying “deeply affected by horrible trauma and guilt and trying to repress it so he can function.” thanks for that fandom) as comic relief or a woobified victim is. hm. bad. That’s all I’ll say about that one.)
{ANOTHER sidenote, this one for fan artists in particular but fan writers definitely aren’t free from sin: Cas isn’t pale or short and he isn’t a fuckin twink pls stop projecting weird m/f stereotypes onto your queer ships pls and thank}
ANYWAY about these screenshots specifically: Listen I love this post but the context of these scenes is SO MUCH MORE INTERESTING than Cas being a dick to Sam. They aren’t really about Sam at all, actually. “Don’t ask stupid questions” is such a painful fucking response to Sam asking if he’s okay, because he’s clearly not okay--he’s still struggling with the knowledge that God has given up and abandoned them--but he can’t be vulnerable about it. So he redirects to ask what Sam needs from him because that’s what he does, it’s what he is, he’s a tool. He’s a solution to problems (except his own). And his unwillingness to confront his pain (while also not being able to hide it) isn’t really about his relationship with Sam, it’s about his relationship with God and with himself and his own failures. The visibility of that struggle while he continues to try to help in this episode is just really fucking moving, okay?
Also there’s absolutely nothing hostile about “Sam, of course, is an abomination” in context. Like. Not a damn thing. There’s a task that needs to be performed by a “servant of heaven,” and Cas is explaining why none of the three of them qualify, and we know he feels shame about the fact that HE doesn’t qualify by how he reacts later, calling himself a poor example of an angel. He’s as much an abomination as Sam is in this moment.
Actually you know what? Literally everything in these screenshots that gets interpreted as “Cas hates Sam” is 100% actually Cas hating himself. He hates Sam’s voice while he’s stuck using a human voice himself to communicate, through technology he’s hostile to because it’s limiting compared to angelic communication. He rejects Sam’s compassion because he doesn’t want to talk about his own weakness. He calls Sam an abomination in the same breath that he acknowledges that he isn’t a servant of heaven anymore, and with much less anger than when he later calls himself a poor example of an angel. He sees himself in Sam but he hates himself too much to use that as a point of connection and pushes away from it instead. (I’m not going to go on a shipper detour here but sastiel shippers....you know)
So Cas is angry and complicated and self-hating and yeah, it’s funny, but if you don’t respect those feelings and their complexity, maybe don’t try to write Cas or write about him. Maybe if you only like Cas when he’s making you laugh you don’t actually like Cas.
And this isn’t to be like...”writing fluffy shippy fic with Cas being sweet is bad” or whatever. That fills a need for some people, I get it. I’ve written fic where he’s sweet! There’s a difference between someone lovingly wrapping a character in a blanket and going “nice things will happen for you now” versus using that character for a reductive joke.
There’s also a difference between people who are actually carefully writing fic and people who are, yknow, tagging posts or circulating meme-like gifsets with this kind of commentary. Which, bc I don’t read fic as often anymore, tends to be the most common way anything like analysis of Cas reaches me. I do NOT recommend this method of engaging with fandom because it’s really the worst, unfunniest, most simplistic takes that get repeated over and over again (I would pay money to never see anyone call Sam “moose” or “sammy” again dear lord), and it obscures the actually really good work some folks are doing when they write these characters.
tl;dr 1. Cas is not a child and he is not stupid. 2. Cas doesn’t hate Sam but he DOES project onto him and it’s fascinating. 3. fandom wants to be transformative but bc of meme culture and the way tumblr works it can be painfully reductive and it’s exhausting
ps nb I haven’t watched a single episode since they killed Charlie off and I don’t know much about what happened after that lol. so don’t come at me “well actuallying” bc honestly I don’t care and bc canon has been a dumpster fire for years and all extended analysis of it including my own is really nonsense just by virtue of the source material being nonsense.
pps the showrunners are ABSOLUTELY complicit in this but I can’t. I just cannot get into that. I am too tired.
#i just spent an hour and a half thinking deeply about supernatural you bastard#jk ilu#apparently i still had feelings about this jfc#ALSO (i know shut up mel nobody asked) 99 problems would be one of the best episodes#if they didn't seem to write it specfically for dean to make 'wh*re' jokes#cabalakh#@ everyone who followed me after i stopped watching spn.....#i am so sorry#supernatural#fandom critical#castiel
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Slow burn
So guys, there were just too much Slow burns to share, so I'm doing more than one list, still don't know how many... Also, I lot of them are like classics, and my favorites!Hope yall enjoy!
Kokoronashi by chiisanaai
It started the way you fall asleep: slowly, then all at once. There wasn’t a single moment of realization for Katsuki Bakugou, no specific point on his mind’s map that he could point to and say, “There! That’s when it happened.” As with all people, he was constantly developing, feelings coming and going, some fading into obscurity, others growing into a deafening crescendo that took over his thoughts, kept him up at night, spread a particularly spectacular brand of ache through him. Slowly, then all at once.
No Secrets to Sucess by kingdoms
“Hey!” Kirishima says brightly, stepping sideways to be directly in the guy’s path. “I know you!”
“Fuck off,” the guy snarls, pushing past him and barely slowing down.
Kirishima is forced to start his first semester at UA two months late. Somehow he still meets Bakugou Katsuki, makes the most of those two months, and gains a tutor, a best friend, and an exciting way to scandalize his new peers.
Canon AU where Kirishima and Bakugou become friends before Kirishima meets the rest of Class 1-A.
Moment of Truth by Fanficismything
Faced with deportation from Japan, high strung Bakugo Katsuki accepts a marriage of convenience with his partner and co-worker, Kirishima Eijirou. A suspicious immigration officer has him playing along on a trip to Kirishima's family home for his birthday, and is suddenly thrust into the middle of many, many eager friends and relatives, all delighted to know Kirishima's fiance. The longer he stays and sees Kirishima in his element, the more Bakugo unpacks his own feelings on the matter, and on Kirishima himself.
A fanfiction based on the 2009 movie The Proposal that turned into its own storyline and lovingly stuffed full of cliches.
so take my hand(your life will be brighter) by multiclassmaps
When a stranger shows up at the ice rink during Bakugou's usually private training sessions, Bakugou expects to hate him. He doesn't expect to develop feelings that become increasingly difficult to deny, or for them to help each other sort through their emotional baggage.
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Bakugou really didn't like Kirishima's smile. There was something about it that made his stomach hurt, something about it that made it difficult to focus. He definitely hadn't thought about that smile on his way to the ice rink that day. He definitely hadn't.
quote love unquote by newamsterdam
Sero nods. “It’s the chance of a lifetime, really,” he says. “We want you to date Bakugou, for the sake of his reputation with the press. Some public appearances, a few ‘candid’ photos. For at least a couple of months.”
“Bakugou sent you to ask me to date him?” Kirishima asks, baffled.
“Of course not. We, his people, are asking you to date him. He’s going to have to get on board, if he wants his career to survive. And in the bargain, Riot will get all sorts of publicity, because their lyricist will be dating one of the industry’s hottest stars. A win for everyone.”
When Kirishima Eijirou's band hits the big time, he's not prepared for his newfound fame. He's even less prepared to meet the actor he's been crushing on for years, or to start dating him as a publicity stunt. The closer Kirishima gets to Bakugou Katsuki, the more he realizes he's in over his head. But it's hard to stop, once his heart is in it.
the fool's rush by chonideno
Settling down with each other is naturally what comes after being dorm neighbors for years. It’s time to navigate through adulthood together, to live the daily grind of being pro-heroes, to learn more than they thought they’d like to know about each other, about themselves.
Or how Bakugou and Kirishima find a way to call each other “home” and struggle with the realization that once all their bills are on auto-pay, the only thing they still have to deal with is this pit full of feelings they have ignored for too long.
When You Let Your Heart Win by tea_at_yazes
Bakugou Katsuki finally achieves his dream of becoming Number One Hero, but he still feels like something is missing.
A Meme A Day by PorcelainRose
Boarding school is bullshit. School is bullshit, and Bakugou Katsuki wants nothing to do with it. He doesn't give a shit about grades or homework or any of that crap, and he's more than tired of the damn principal breathing down his neck every second of the day. And to add a cherry on top of the shit sundae that is high school, he suddenly gets reassigned rooms and ends up with a way-too-fucking enthusiastic Hair-for-Brains idiot who's probably got the biggest, dumbest smile he's ever seen. Of-fucking-course.
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Kirishima's always been happy to meet people and make new friends. Needless to say, he's ecstatic when he's informed that he's finally getting assigned a roommate after a month of living alone in a dorm room. He's more than happy to welcome his new roommate with a smile and help him out with anything he needs. He isn't expecting, however, to meet a seriously attractive blonde with intense irises that shine with his favorite color, and who he also has trouble keeping his own eyes off of.
If I Don't Act... by SilentNorth
The problem with this city is that it's no one's destination, yet they're all stuck here one way or another. It chews you up and spits you back out again. They all have their scars, plenty of problems to cover up and whether or not that's what's keeping them in this city remains to be seen. Eijirou's problem is that he has a hero complex not even his closest friends can talk him out of. It's not his fault. The police are never there and he doesn't want to leave anyone feeling helpless. He's been there. But if they all just keep smiling and pretending everything is okay, then it will be. Eijirou will make sure of that.
Bakugou Katsuki throws a wrench into everything. He can save himself, thank you very much.
Seven Years of Summer by dr_awkward221
"Katsuki was leaning his head against the car window, cheek pressed against the plastic body of the door, feeling the vibrations reverberate in his skull. He didn't want to be there. He didn't want to be stuck in the car for hours and hours only to arrive in a half deserted village in the middle of nowhere where probably only old people lived.
[...] He didn't care about nature, he didn't care about rivers, mountain animals or stupid old trees.
He wanted to stay at home, where every normal ten year old kid was spending the summer."
Or how Bakugo Katsuki, a lonesome and surly city boy, spends seven summer breaks in the mountains he will grow to hold close to his heart. And where, waiting for him, he always finds Eijirou, with his messy dark hair, carefree smile, sun-burned skin and wide eyes full of wonder. His opposite in almost every visible way, but who maybe understands him more than Katsuki could ever imagine.
Almost Midnight by justyourtypicalfangirl
A look at the odd friendship of Bakugou Katsuki and Kirishima Eijirou over the course of ten years.
One that only ever exists on New Year's Eve each year.
(inspired by 'Almost Midnight' by Rainbow Rowell)
to bear fruit(from clay, in direct sunlight) by taegg
Bakugou dreams and wakes with a fading afterimage of a peach rind sunset and a red dragon painted on a longboard. And a vague, stray thought that maybe he shouldn't give up when he hasn't really tried, that maybe the boy who rides a dragon could really be his.
Bakugou meets a boy with the wind in his hair and feet that don’t touch the ground. Two years pass, during which he learns to carve smooth lines on a longboard, and that he's allowed to love.
#kiribaku#bakushima#the writer rocked#writers#kiribaku fic rec#bnha#those are classics#I could sob with how much I love them#slow burn#list
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Kuroo, Bokuto, and Tsukkishima Hearing Their Roomate Dump Their Boyfriend
@venuslii requested: Kuroo, Bokuto and Tsukishima walking in on their roommate laughing on their phone and it turns out she broke up with her boyfriend and he posted about him being heartbroken and she says “that’s what you get you stupid b****” lmao headcanons or scenarios idrc
A/N: Eyy, thanks for requesting! I got a little stumped on some parts (*cough*Tsukki*cough*) but I hope you enjoy these! Requests are currently opened, no rules yet other than a maximum of only three characters please!
Kuroo Tetsurou:
-We all know this man loves his juicy gossip (re:when he immediately knew about Mikashou’s breakup) so when he heard you cackling in your room he knew he had to get you to spill the tea. It’s part of why you two get along so well and can stand living with each other: you two are nosey bitches that thrive off of spilling annoying/funny stories about the people in your life. He also gives killer advice that seems to always work for you, so that’s a bonus too.
-Since you two don’t really care about privacy near each other you left your door open and he takes the opportunity to dramatically poke his head in and pose at the doorway like the sexy bastard he is. “What’s so funny Y/N it’s not often that you keep secrets from me~”
-Needless to say he was a little baffled to see you cackling to the straight up breakdown your boyfriend was having over the phone. Kuroo feels an evil little grin coming onto his face. He never liked your boyfriend anyway. He was a bitch that was too easily angered and didn’t know how to keep his cool. Then again he never liked Kuroo either, always thinking he was gonna steal his girl (which Kuroo never bothered correcting him on because it was so fucking funny to him)
-He’s grinning at you and asks “Oh? What’d the bitch do now?” He’s leering over your shoulder as you show him your ex’s Snapchat, filled with sad Bart Simpson memes and edits with slowed rap music playing in the background. You even get him to read the terrible captions that say shit like “When the person who you thought was the one becomes a stranger again 😭😔” you’re laughing so hard at it you can’t even say anything
-Kuroo busts out the LOUDEST and most OBNOXIOUS hyena laugh ever and he’s grabbing your phone and going through all the other posts he’s missed so far and you’re just on your bed rolling in your sheets DYING and clutching your stomach because it’s hurting so bad
-“So you finally dumped him eh?? Good for you Y/N!” He shouts between laughs and then directs his attention to your crying ex, mocking him by saying “I have some sad Plankton memes if you need them! Unblock me first and I’ll send them to you! HAHAHA-“
Your ex hates him so fucking much and keeps trying to say something back but he keeps stumbling over his words and it just makes the two of you laugh even harder
-When you manage to get your laughter under control you lightly kick Kuroo (who’s now sitting on your bed) as a signal for him to give back your phone. When he hands it back to you, you go back to the call with your ex and shout “SEE THAT?! WHO’S LAUGHING NOW?! THAT’S WHAT YOU GET YOU STUPID BITCH!” With that final blow to his ego you’re satisfied, and hang up on him
-When Kuroo hears that click signaling the end of the call, he raises his hand for a high five and you give it to him. He’s sitting straight up now and immediately tackled you in a hug. You two kind of just lay there, and even though it’s mildly uncomfortable, he knows you need it. It’s warm, soft, and safe, showing you that he was always gonna be there for you no matter what
-“Good job Y/N, that guy was a major dickwad. He wasn’t nearly as hot as me anyway. Probably had a tiny dick too” “Trust me, he did” “Holy shit-“
-He rolls off of you from the hug but is still laying down next to you on your bed while holding your hand. You vent to him about how good and free you finally feel now that your ex is officially out of your life. During your conversation you two make a note to burn all the clothes your ex left in your room at your next house party/bonfire.
Bokuto Kotarou:
-He’s either A)chilling on the couch B)chilling on the couch talking to Akashi/Kuroo/Tsukki or C)chilling on the couch and playing video games. You two don’t have any particular system set up, because you two don’t care. What matters is that you’re bro’s and you both do your part to make (barely) make rent every month.
-You and Bokuto share plenty of funny stories to each other but he’s used to you just sitting in your room doing your own thing talking to whoever, but when he hears you literally CACKLING like a freaking maniac, he can’t stop himself from pausing whatever he’s doing and going to your room to make sure you’re still alive
-He gives a light knock on your door before realizing it’s unlocked and just coming in and he’s really surprised to see you doubled over on your floor laughing like there’s no tomorrow as he can hear your boyfriend on speaker phone, making the ugliest sobbing noises he’s ever heard
-“Whatcha doing Y/N? I can hear ya all the way from the living room, what’s up with you?” He asks, both curious and slightly concerned for you. You quickly get up, ignoring your (now ex-) boyfriend and pulling up his public Snapchat story that also has sad Bart Simpson memes and long ass sad emo paragraphs about how heart broken he is (it’s a little impressive how quickly he wrote it up though, given how you broke up w him like five minutes ago)
-“Bo, look at this shit- haHA I just dumped him!” Bokuto knows how much of a piece of shit your ex is, since you’ve spent so many nights crying to him about your fights and the hurtful things he’d say to you so he eagerly eats up the absolute bulls hit on his story and laugh with you while listening to his sobbing
-Your ex is fuming whilst crying over the phone “REALLY Y/N?! YOU'RE GONNA GET YOUR ROOMMATE IN ON THIS?! I KNEW YOU WERE CHEATING ON ME WITH HIM YOU SLU-“ but you were having none of it so you immediately shoot back “OH SHUT THE FUCK UP THAT’S WHAT YOU GET YOU STUPID BITCH” Bokuto is absolutely DYING by now, hyping you up as you shut your ex down
-He’s so happy to see that you know your worth now and aren’t going to let some dumbass boy make you think otherwise. So many times he’s wanted to just clock him in the jaw (he radiated really douchey vibes) but now he doesn’t have to (unless you want him to of course)
-Your ex angrily hangs up and you two are having a fit on the floor, Bokuto laying over your body as you read out the songs on the emo playlist he just posted. You even move to twitter to see him tweeting sad Pinterest quotes
-When the laughter dies down and he’s still laying over you and you’re just on the floor he turns over to look at you. “You know, I’m happy you broke up with that douche-face. He was ugly anyway, and a shit volleyball player. You deserve better” He lovingly pats your head “I’m proud of you Y/N, really” You almost want to cry at how sweet he’s being but you just smile and get up, walking to the doorway and turning to look at him
-“Thanks Bo, I appreciate that. All that laughing makes me tired though. Wanna order takeout and watch a movie? I’ll let you pick” He happily gets up from your floor and gives you a big high five and you two walk out of the room to go order your food. Your ex, completely pushed out of your mind.
Tsukkishima Kei:
-Doesn’t usually care about gossip (except for that one King of the Court thing w Kageyama) so your conversations don’t really go into “tea” abt people. You two are pretty close at this point and you both are hella nerds so your conversations will probably be about stuff like your sports/activities and maybe the occasional debate over which Jurassic Park Movie was the best (He will always go with the first one, he has a whole PowerPoint and everything). Otherwise you two don’t talk too too much, keeping to yourselves and being relatively peaceful.
-When he hears your loud laughter and straight howling, he’s… slightly annoyed. What could possibly so funny that you had to scream loud enough for him to be able to hear when he’s wearing headphones for fuck’s sakes. He begrudgingly takes off his headphones and makes his way to your room with the intention of telling you to stfu
-He doesn’t even bother knocking because he’s petty so when he sees you rolling over the floor AND hears your boyfriend’s loud hiccups and sobs turned on the highest volume on speaker phone he goes from annoyed to confused and annoyed.
-“Y/N you’re being so loud and it’s annoyi- what the hell are you doing” He’s not even trying to hide his mild disappointment in you and even makes a comment about your ex sobbing over the line “Why’s your annoying boyfriend crying too- he doesn’t sound like he’s laughing”
-You take a break from laughing to shout back at Tsukki “Make that Ex-Boyfriend Tsukkishima!! HAHA- come here, look at this- look-“ you’re getting up from your floor and grabbing him by the sleeve to sit him on your bed as you eagerly go through your ex’s Snapchat filled to the brim with emo poetry and paragraphs about heartbreak
-“I broke up with him 10 minutes ago and he’s still crying-“ Tsukki can’t help but laugh at this as he’s reading the absolute bullshit that your ex typed out. He can always tell when he’s going to be annoyed by someone and the moment your boyfriend stepped into your place, he knew that he would never get along with him. He avoided him like the plague and always denied the invite when you would go out together but would occasionally hear your fights through the walls or your crying when he came home late (in those moments he’s actually really nice and will sit and listen to you)
-“Wow… this is absolutely pathetic, how old are you, 12? This is bullshit!” Tsukki has no chill, verbally beating down your ex and only making him cry harder and now your stomach hurts as you clutch it with your free hand. At one point your ex decides he’s had enough and from the other end of the line he shouts “SHUT THE FUCK UP. YOU DON’T KNOW ANYTHING- YOU'RE A PIECE OF SHIT WHO CAN'T MIND HIS OWN BUSINESS-“ and Tsukki’s not having ANY of this so immediately goes “And you’re a sad loser who just got dumped by his girlfriend over the phone! What does that say about you?”
-You’re grinning ear to ear during this whole exchange and after Tsukki says that you bring the phone to your mouth (hoping to scream as loud as possible into your ex’s ears) and say “THAT’S WHAT YOU GET YOU STUPID BITCH-“ and hang up.
-It doesn’t stop there though- no no no- you two crack yourselves up even further by doing dramatic readings of all the messages (with stupid impressions of your ex to boot): “Oh baby if only I could hold you in my arms one last time!” “Heart been broke so many times-“ “Nobody cares about me, even the person who I thought I could trust the most-“ “Holy shit Tsukki you sound just like him-“
-When you can’t view his story/tweets anymore because he’s blocked you, you and Tsukki finish laughing. His long legs are draped over your bed and yours are placed on his lap. At this point he doesn’t even care because it’s been a good while since he ever found something THAT funny. He isn’t really the type for softly comforting his friends but you know that he definitely has a little soft spot for you (at least a tiny one) and you just sit there and gently kick him.
-“What” he asks and you just give him a soft smile and say “Thanks”. He has his own small smile on his face (that you can totally see but don’t mention because then it’ll go away) and just looks away from you and says “You’re annoying” (which by now you know translates to “You’re welcome”)
#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu!!#haikyuu imagines#kuroo testuro#bokuto koutaro#tsukkishima kei#kuroo x reader#bokuto x reader#tsukki x reader
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I didn’t see someone did claws already lol sorry!
I’m soooo sorry I don’t see a previous ask in my inbox from you so I’m assuming that tumblr fucked up and didn’t send it to me? Because this looks like maybe you sent me something about the cat asks meme? But anyway as an apology here’s something I wrote for you (apologies in advance if it’s not good or if it’s not the ship you like):
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“No.”
“No??”
Eddie looked up from his phone, eyebrows furrowed at the sight of an annoyed-looking Richie in front of him. He had his arms crossed and a frown on his face, clearly expressing annoyance, but at what, Eddie wasn’t sure.
“I mean it, Eddie. No.”
Eddie frowned at hearing Richie using his preferred nickname. Richie never called him Eddie, which meant Eddie had done something to upset him enough to drop the ridiculous nicknames he always used.
“Baby, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Don’t play dumb Eddie!” He raised his voice slightly, frustration clear. “I saw the cat food you hid under the sink. Where is it? Where’s the cat??”
“Fuck.” Eddie whispered to himself as he realized he’d been found out before he had a chance to plead his case to his boyfriend. “You weren’t supposed to-”
“What Eddie? I wasn’t supposed to find out?” Richie interrupted. “Eventually the cat was going to make noise. Were you just planning on fucking hiding it from me for as long as you could?”
“Obviously not dipshit!” He snapped, angry that Richie interrupted his attempt to explain himself before he began accusing Eddie of hiding things from him. “I was going to tell you after dinner. You know, bribe you with dessert so that you’d say yes to keeping him.”
Richie sighed, dropping his arms and moving to sit next to Eddie on the couch. “I’m sorry I yelled at you Eds. I shouldn’t have done that but why did you bring a cat home? You know I hate cats.”
“Rich, just because one cat attacked you once doesn’t mean they all have it out for you.” He laughed, moving to curl up next to the curly-haired man he loved. “Besides, you deserved it. You provoked the poor thing and it was only trying to defend itself.”
“Yeah well, twelve year old me is still scarred from the experience of having a feral ass cat scratch the shit out of me!” He huffed as he recalled the memory he tried so hard to suppress. “That’s why no cats allowed here babe. I won’t stand for this type of betrayal!”
Looked up at him with a pout. He shifted himself so that he was sitting in Richie’s lap, straddling him. He placed his arms around Richie’s neck, foreheads connected and lips lightly touching.
“Come on babe. My ma never let me have any pets, always saying I was allergic to anything with fur.” Eddie pleaded. “Can’t you do this one thing for me?”
“Oh that’s playing dirty Kaspbrak.” Richie warned, feeling as if he was already beginning to concede to Eddie’s request. “You can’t keep using your mom against whenever you want me to agree to something!”
They both knew Richie would do anything Eddie asked of him, that any restraint he showed was purely for the sake of pretending that he wasn’t completely stupid in love to the point that he was what his friends so lovingly called “whipped”. This, however, was something Richie did not want to agree to. He hated cats and despite the fact that he believed Eddie deserved anything and everything he could ever want, there was no way he was going to give in to this request.
Eddie sighed, a sad look on his face as he pulled back from Richie. “Fine. I’ll get rid of Mr. Whiskers tomorrow.”
“Mr. Whis-” Richie laughed at the ridiculous name. Something he would have never expected Eddie to name a pet. Eddie had always seemed like the type of person to give their pet human names like ‘Brad’ or ‘Oliver’. “Lord Eds that’s so fucking cute!”
Eddie smiled at him, happy to see his boyfriend was no longer in a bad mood over the whole ordeal. “Cute enough to convice you to let me keep Mr. Whiskers? That’s our son you know? Are you really going to make me give away our son?”
Richie grinned up at him at this. He loved the idea of being a parent with Eddie. He would have preferred being a ‘dog dad’ though. Maybe, ok just maybe, he could look at the cat Eddie brought home and see if they could get along. He could try for Eddie.
“Ok, maybe we can keep him.” He began, pasuing to shush Eddie before he could say anything. “But only if we name him Sandy Claws instead”
#reddie#eddie kasprak#richie tozier#wow this was bad i’m so sorry!!!!#ohhh big yikes#shit lmfao i wish i could write#it headcanons#callmechee#asked and answered
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“Late Night” ~ For Pigeonn_Milkk
@pigeonnmilkk created this gorgeous image using a prompt I gave them on Instagram, so I couldn't help but write something for them to accompany it. Thank you so much Pidge for chatting with me and making me smile! I hope this brightens your morning. 💙
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"Late Night"
In the still of the night, the DCPD was quiet as usual, but not yet completely abandoned. One lone terminal shown brightly as its occupant sat leaning back in their office chair, tapping and scrolling away at their cell phone.
Despite being in sleep mode, Nines was fully aware of his surroundings. He knew, without opening his eyes, who was near. Some might say it was a program designed to use other senses to determine the person's identity, but he knew who it was because this person always stayed late into the night recently.
Not that he was working feverishly on the paperwork he hated so much. Oh no. Not this Detective. Such things, like Nines, were beneath him.
In the two months Nines had begun working with the bitter Detective Reed, he had seen his fair share of ire from him to last anyone a lifetime. Sometimes he was rude, other times crude and sometimes bitterly amused to find things to tease Nines about.
“You dirty son of Alexa. Play me Despacito.” Gavin had said, guffawing loudly when Nines’ LED cycled to yellow in an attempt to figure out what it was the Detective had asked of him. A meme. Lovely.
At other times Reed had opted to ignore him all together. Not acknowledging he was in the room, or that he voiced opinions to help with cases. Nines did not understand what he had done to earn such a reaction, but he had worked hard to try and undo any damage he might’ve caused to no avail.
Then, one night while they were investigating a crime scene, something curious had happened.
This particular case seemed cut and dry. Old woman, hoarder, who died alone when she was unable to get to her phone in the kitchen. There was so much trash that blocked her way that when she had a stroke, she’d not made it there due to the exertion it took to get around it all. She was so cut off that no one noticed her missing until her landlord came for the next month’s rent. They were there as a formality to make sure no foul play had occurred.
Gavin seemed genuinely bothered by this scene, which Nines had never seen in his partner before. Reed was ignoring Nines’, as usual, when Tina Chen walked up to Gavin with a box.
“I found them in the basement. The mom’s gone Gavin. We’ve looked all over the house. Know anyone that can take them in?”
Nines watched Reed’s face as he opened the box and Nines distinctly heard the mewling of kittens. Shortly thereafter, Gavin’s face lit up, but only momentarily when he realized what was inside. Before Nines could get a good look, it was gone.
“I’ll drop them by the shelter on my way home.” Gavin said, bringing that authority back to his voice. He side glanced Nines, who watched him curiously. “What the fuck are you looking at? Shouldn’t you be computing or something?”
Nines stood, letting Reed turn back to give Tina further instructions. That had been joy in the Detective’s face, Nines had no doubts, mixed with something else. Sadness, perhaps? Another officer came over, named Daniels and lifted the top of the box to look inside as Tina held it.
“They’re too small and likely won’t survive. Mom likely abandoned them because they were the runts of the litter. You’d be better off tossing the box into a river.” Daniels had said in a tone that didn’t sit right with Nines, but apparently he wasn’t the only one.
While Gavin was fit, Nines had never seen him move so quickly to put himself between Daniels and the box. He practically plowed into the man with no care for the officer.
“Shut the fuck up before I throw your ass into the river.” Gavin said with all the venom he could muster seething in his voice.
“What a stupid, cruel thing to say Daniels.” Tina continued as she glowered at him, both emanating a scary aura as they beat the officer down with those looks.
This surprised Nines greatly to hear the Detective standing up for the well being of the kittens, but considering that animals still held rank over androids in humanity’s eyes, he really shouldn’t have been. Daniels got the idea and scuttled off as Gavin lifted the box, shielding it as one tiny head poked out to meow in his face.
“Don’t listen to that asshole.” Gavin mumbled to the cat as his hand encased the side of its face and he scratched the back of its head. Nines tilted his head, watching curiously as this brute of a man succumbed to the whims of such a small, helpless creature.
It was the first time he noticed software instability, but instead of reporting on it, he kept it to himself. The more he did, the more unstable his programming became, but the memory of that large hand engulfing the kitten lovingly had made him… He wasn’t sure. But he liked it.
Later that night, prior to going into sleep mode, Nines had seen Gavin arrive back with the box in hand and a shopping bag in the other. Nines observed him unpacking the bag of kitten milk, a towel and a pack of eye droppers. He lifted a tawny colored kitten out of the box and leaned back in his chair, legs on his desk as he set about feeding it.
Nines was unsure if Gavin noticed he was not yet in sleep mode, as he heard him talking to the kittens, cooing at them and generally fawning over their every cry for food and his warmth. Suddenly Nines wanted that warmth too.
He left his station, even though his program required him to report back to Cyberlife when not on active duty. He ignored the prompt, setting off further instability in his software.
Eventually Gavin noticed him standing near.
“Shouldn’t you be sleeping like a good little android?” Gavin asked, but he couldn't seem to muster the same kind of vitriol with the small kitten snuggled against him and the other mewling for their turn.
“I had thought you were going to drop them at the shelter?” Nines asked. Gavin looked annoyed, but sighed.
“I can’t take them in till tomorrow morning. They’re closed. Not gonna let the little guys starve.” Gavin replied as his face dropped to look at the small ball of fluff. It really was so delicate amongst his big arms and hands. Such an interesting contrast. Nines captured the moment in his mind’s eye and tucked it away for review later.
“Perhaps I could be of some assistance?” Nines offered, noting that one of the kittens was actively trying to escape the box.
“What could you do?” Gavin asked peevishly.
“I could feed one so they can get to rest sooner. I could also stay with them tonight until you can take them in the morning. I’m sure I could find the proper-”
“Do you ever stop talking, asshole? Geez. Grab an eye dropper if it will shut you up.” Gavin replied, rolling his eyes. “And be fucking careful. You hurt either of these kittens and I won’t hesitate to hurt you. Capiche?”
“Yes, Detective.”
Nines turned towards the box and saw one other kitten looking up at him and mewling loudly. He took hold of the additional eye dropper before turning and lifting the gray calico into the crook of his arm. He observed Reed, duplicating his movements to make sure he did this to perfection. To the approval of his partner.
Gavin eyed him, seeming like he might try to critique him, but after a while stopped watching Nines in favor of stroking the head of the small creature. There was something peaceful in that moment that Nines could not place. But he knew he would not give up this moment for anything in the world.
At one point, as they stay quietly taking care of the kittens, Nines could’ve sworn he caught the Detective looking at him. Not observing his handling of the kitten, but of Nines himself with a slight flush to his cheek. When Nines caught his stare though, Reed gave nothing away. He simply stood, placing the now sleeping kitten back into the box where he had added a soft blanket. He came and stood in front of Nines, who had been partially sitting on Gavin’s desk to better support the creature.
Gavin stepped into his knee, it knocking Gavin’s hip as he gestured towards Nines with his hand.
“More like this.” Gavin offered as he readjusted the angle of the cat’s head further up so it was reclining instead of laying down on his forearm. Nines looked up at Gavin and noted that pink hue was still present on his face. “That’s better.”
Gavin though, just stared down at the kitten, letting one of his big fingers rub the top of its head as it took from the dropper. Nines wasn’t watching the creature though. He’d never noticed how the gray of Gavin’s eyes was more green in color, or the additional scars that marred his face. He realized he’d never been so close to Gavin before, could feel the warmth radiating from his skin. He couldn’t stop himself from staring at how gently Gavin was looking at the kitten.
I want…
Software Instability
...look at me like that.
When Reed’s eyes finally met his, the Detective looked so gentle, so at peace and that made Nines…
Software Instability
Gavin leaned down to retrieve the animal and Nines involuntarily swallowed at the close proximity Gavin’s face came to his own. Their eyes met for a brief moment, nose to nose as the Detective’s face blushed so beautifully, Nines dared capture it in his mind’s eye. Just like that, Reed moved to place the kitten back with its sibling, taking his warmth with him.
“Goodnight, Detective Reed.” Nines said as Gavin picked up his bag and headed for the exit. “See you tomorrow.”
“Fuck off, Nines.” Gavin responded and Nines felt a sinking sensation in his bio components at this.
A shift had occurred after this night. While Reed continued to tease and be rude to him, it was not as mean spirited as it once was. Small jabs no different than that he showed to his fellow co-workers. That was also when a new routine began that Nines himself did not anticipate.
If he could help it, Reed was usually the first to try and head home. He came in ridiculously early in the hopes of leaving early, but one night after the kittens were safely taken to the shelter, Nines was reporting to Cyberlife in sleep mode when he felt a shift in the air.
What Reed did not know, was that his eyelids could be made transparent from inside as easily as uncovering his synthetic skin beneath the pigmentation shield. Nines would still appear as closing his eyes, almost like a two way mirror.
It was well past 10pm and aside from Fowler, Gavin was the only other officer remaining. Fowler was finishing up a conference call and Reed sat ticking away at some game on his mobile device. As soon as Fowler started shutting down for the night though, Reed sat up to pay attention to his terminal.
“What are you still doing here Reed? You know we don’t have the budget for overtime.” Fowler asked as he walked towards Gavin’s desk.
“I’m off the clock, no worries. I’ll be heading out soon.” Gavin replied, turning to meet his gaze.
“You can close up then. Goodnight Reed.”
Gavin watched him go, waiting a long time just sitting in silence. Occasionally he tapped away on his phone again, but he ignored his terminal completely. It was obvious he was not here for working. So what then?
Eventually, Gavin stood and stretched. He clicked the button on his screen to shut it down, before bending to lift his messenger bag onto his shoulder. He’d accomplished nothing in the time since Fowler left, but before Nines could have any time to contemplate this further something else caught his attention. Gavin was walking towards him.
He remained still, computing and reporting as he was supposed to be doing and watched as the Detective observed him.
“Yo Nines. You awake?” Gavin asked quietly.
Nines knew the correct thing to do was to answer his partner, but something stopped him from saying anything.
“Nines?” Gavin asked again when he got no response. He dropped his messenger bag, gave out a deep sigh and ran his hand over his mouth. “Get a fucking grip Reed... Okay.”
He seemed to be talking himself into something, but Nines was none the wiser. For a split moment he wondered if the Detective meant to harm him, such was the seriousness in his face as his eyes came back to Nines’ own.
But then he watched as Reed moved closer to him, having to lean up to compensate for the slight difference in height. Gavin’s face sat mere inches from Nines and he didn’t know what to do as the Detective gave one last glance to either side of the room, before moving forward and pressing his mouth to Nines’.
It was so quick, Nines barely felt it, but what he did feel set off so many internal alarms regarding software instability that by the time Nines had cleared them all Gavin wasn’t in front of him anymore and he heard the doors to the room closing.
Nines could have brought this up to Gavin, but when he came in the next day he acted as if nothing had happened. Nines indulged this, figuring the Detective did not realize he’d been caught and figured to bring it up would only embarrass him. This would only prove to further alienate Nines from the Detective, which was the opposite of what Nines wanted. So he gave him the benefit of the doubt that it was a momentary lapse on Gavin’s part that would not be repeated.
Except it was, over and over for the past two weeks. Reed stayed late, regardless of who was the last person out before him or how long he needed to wait. Whether 7pm or 3am, Gavin found things to occupy himself to be the last one there and Nines felt with each new kiss that he was dangerously close to deviancy. He was supposed to be immune, but this human with a garbage mouth, foul temper and bitter personality had struck something so deep in Nines that it had broken something in him.
So here they stood, face to face again with Nines anticipating the moment Gavin would lean into him and take, what he thought, was kiss from a “sleeping” Nines who was none the wiser. Each time, Nines wanted to break down that wall that stopped him from responding to the kiss. His arms locked in place, unable to take hold of Gavin as they burned to do so. To touch his face and do so much more than what he was programmed to do.
To his surprise, he felt Gavin’s hand tug on the arm of his coat as he pulled it forward and intertwined his fingers with his own.
“Why are you so warm?” Gavin asked breathily as he leaned in. He eyed Nines for a moment and Nines was helpless but to only watch as those lashes ghosted over his jaw as Gavin closed his eyes when he leaned his forehead to Nines mouth. He felt his software crumbling, yearning to move his mouth, to kiss the soft scar of his eyebrow. “What would you say if you knew about all this, tin can?”
Nines felt himself buckling under the pressure, seeing the words “DON’T MOVE. REPORTING” in his field of vision and wanting them gone. He needed to move. He needed to reciprocate.
Reed’s mouth lifted, a smirk on his scarred face as he leaned in and kissed Nines, this time his warm tongue sliding between his lips as Reed gave way to something primal that only proved to provoke Nines further. The warmth of him, the taste of cigarettes, coffee and gum making their way past his closed mouth as he struggled to gain control. The wall was crumbling before his eyes, so close…
Reed’s hand untangled from his own and his warmth withdrew. Nines could see him, grinning up at him as he backed away to collect his bag and sling it over his shoulder.
“Guess I’ll never know.” Gavin said, shaking his head and laughing a bit at the situation. He turned to leave and Nines felt his panic rising, opportunity gone, but he was not stabilizing like last time. He watched the Detective reach the door just as that wall finally broke into a million pieces of discarded data. All was quiet, but the sound of Gavin’s footsteps.
“Goodnight, Detective Reed.” Nines said as his eyes fluttered open to see Gavin visibly jerk at hearing his voice, stopping mid-step. He did not turn, only stood with his back to him. Nines could hear from this distance that Reed’s pulse had quickened and his breathing had gotten heavier. “See you tomorrow.” Nines added when Gavin said nothing.
At this, Gavin turned, and Nines felt his thirium pump speed up at the red hue in the Detective’s face as a small, knowing grin broke out on his lips.
“Fuck off, Nines.” Gavin replied, but his face was missing the bitterness Nines was used to seeing there. He turned and opened the door to leave. Nines felt a flutter of anticipation pulsate through his chassis as he heard the words spoken just before the door shut behind the Detective. “See you tomorrow, asshole.”
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@blacktofade was talking about a sugar daddy au and uh, i couldn’t help myself so here
also this is dedicated to @pinkbergara and @yourlocalshaniac
Ryan Bergara sat, slumped over, at UCLA’s library computer, eyes widen in shock.
No way. No fucking way.
He blinked, hoping his brain, still weary from moving into the dorm, was just tricking him.
There, on the screen displaying his bank account information, still sat the total: -489.73.
Fuck.
“I don’t know what I’m going to do,” Ryan bemoaned, shoving another spoonful of stolen Rocky Road ice cream into his mouth.
Kelsey, the owner of said ice cream, had her eyes trained on the TV screen. If Ryan didn’t know her better, he’d probably be irritated that she wasn’t listening.
Thankfully, he did know her, and she was listening. She was just hyper focused on winning this COD match (which he totally gets). He was in her apartment, laying on the couch and mourning his debt-free life. His feet rested in her lap, as she sat cross-legged at the other end.
“I’d apply for another loan, but it takes forever to get them approved and I’ll be over-drafted while the bank figures it out,” he sighed, brows furrowed in thought. “And I don’t really want to sell my soul for school. Not to mention I’ve just spent the whole summer trying to pay off my first loan... and I had money saved up for that from high school.” Which was completely drained first semester. “Holy shit-”
Ryan suddenly sat up, almost knocking the ice cream off his chest. He grabbed the gallon before it could, but the panicked look in his eyes didn’t disappear. “Holy shit, Kelsey, what the fuck am I gonna do for food? I only paid for my books! I still haven’t paid for tuition or my dorm or-”
Right then, the noise signaling the end of a match played, and Ryan glanced over to see the yellow line highlighting Kelsey’s name at the top of the list.
His leg was pat and he looked back to see Kelsey giving him a sympathetic look. “We’ve all been there,” she said, “I had to ask my mom for food halfway through the first semester. You can eat at my place while you figure it out!” Kelsey gave him a sweet smile and Ryan felt very, very guilty all of a sudden, stirring the melted remnants of ice cream left in the gallon.
He knew she was struggling to pay her tuition as well and she had worse luck than he did. She had to get an apartment this semester because dorms were full. She had to get a roommate because an apartment located close to campus in LA cost an arm and a leg. And then the whole food thing... Here he was complaining about his life when she had it much, much harder.
“No, Kelse, I couldn’t do that.”
“What? Why not? Listen, we broke-ass college students gotta stick together.”
God, she was always so optimistic. Ryan admired her for that. When he heard about her not getting a dorm, she just smiled and said, “It’ll be cool to live in the city! Maybe I’ll find some fun places! Ooh! And I’ll have better Wi-Fi!”
When she was looking for a roommate, she was so excited, mentioning that she “couldn’t wait to meet a cool new friend!”
Kelsey was the strongest person he knew and he worked at LA Fitness IN L.A.
“I just feel bad about it, because I know you’re struggling too.”
“Hey, I’ll be just as poor if you come over and eat a sandwich with me once in a while.” She shrugged. “I’d rather be poor and have good company than rich and be surrounded by people I hate.”
Ryan laughed, “You romantic fucking English major.”
Kelsey said nothing in response, just gave the widest grin that Ryan had ever seen.
“Come on,” she said, pushing Ryan’s feet off her lap and reaching forward to grab another controller. She handed it to Ryan, “Play some COD with me. I’ll give you something to really cry about!”
More than a dozen lost matches later (hey, Ryan was a NBA guy), Kelsey and Ryan were dancing in the kitchen to some stupid meme song that was in Kelsey’s playlist, laughing like manics. They had abandoned COD a while ago, deciding to finally listen to their rumbling tummies and making cheap ramen, lovingly flavored with the spiciest hot sauce they could find in the house.
Despite the music being loud enough to probably annoy Kelsey’s neighbors, it wasn’t loud enough to drown out the door hitting the wall.
Kelsey’s roommate was home.
“Sara!” Kelsey greeted, spinning around immediately. There, by the door, a paint-covered woman, with curly brown and eyes that gleamed impishly. Kelsey, once again, had a wild grin on her face, one that both of her friends knew said mischief. “Show us your moves!”
Sara, despite looking a bit ragged, smiled her own grin. She watched Kelsey show off her own moves for a minute, grin just growing wider and wider, before it finally broke. She laughed, as she dropping her canvas bag by the door and kicking off her shoes. Then, she was boogieing her way over to Kelsey and Ryan, doing some cheesy disco move that had Ryan doubled over and laughing and Kelsey imitating it (again, fucking romantic, cheesy English major).
As much bad luck as Kelsey had, she had just the same amount of good luck. It was like a scale; every once in a while, one side (usually the bad luck side) got a pinch more, tipping her luck that way before the other side got a pinch more and so on.
Ryan remembers the day Kelsey was interviewing roommates. He’s sure his whole class did too, because his phone was going off non-stop during a movie they were analyzing and despite being on silent and flipped over, it kept lighting up the room because Kelsey could not stop raving about this one woman she interviewed -- which, of course, was the lovely Sara. Kelsey was head over heels for Sara from the minute they met.
Sara was a Art major and, apparently, her and Kelsey had SO much chemistry that Kelsey HAD to choose Sara.
(It was true, though. Kelsey would write something for her class and it would inspire art-blocked Sara to draw something for her class and vice versa. Kelsey was bad at cleaning and good at cooking where Sara burnt water and was basically Marie Kondo. They both loved playing video games -- they both played DPS and had a fun time creating chaos in game. Ryan would call them soulmates, but Kelsey got too embarrassed whenever he said that, so he gave her a little bit of mercy and usually kept that to himself.)
“What is going on?” Sara shouts. She does a twirl to the beat and then holds her arm up for Kelsey, signaling her to grab her hand and twirl underneath it.
“Ryan’s in debt and his life is over!” Kelsey jokes, shouting over the music. Ryan distantly remembers the time Sara’s last class gets out -- 9:30 -- and wonders if they should turn down the music. “So we’re having a Dia De Los Muertos inspired funeral for him!” She lets go of Sara’s hand and just dances in her space. Sara does not seem to mind the close proximity at all.
“Oh shit!” Sara responds, “That fucking sucks, dude!”
“Yeah! He can’t even buy food!”
Sara glances over at Ryan, who is currently doing some shitty version of the cha-cha. “Really?” Kelsey nods and even though it looks like she’s nodding with the beat, Sara knows her better. They twirl opposite directions, almost looking choreographed, and when they come back together, Sara has a look on her face, head tilted and smile tight.
“What is it?” Kelsey asks and Sara holds up a finger. She twirls away again, this time, going farther and farther until she reaches Kelsey’s phone on the island of the kitchen.
Stopping the music (which Kelsey’s neighbors are probably thankful for), she spins around to give the two confused faces a bright smile. “I know how Ryan -- and us, of course -- can score some free food, if you’re up to it.”
Kelsey’s face lights up, “I love free food!”
“Didn’t we just eat?” Ryan says, he’s smiling though, because his grumbling tummy agrees with Kelsey. Hey, he’s a man who works out and has a high metabolism... and he’s “growing.” He’s always hungry.
And Kelsey... well, she’s Kelsey.
“So... how are we doing this?” Ryan says, with a lopsided smile. Ryan realizes how much they look like a pack of gremlins up to no good -- which they kinda are. Suddenly, the whole “I’m in horrible debt” thing isn’t looming over this day and he realizes that Kelsey was right -- it’s hard to be miserable in like-minded company.
“So,” Sara starts, using a voice that sounds like she’s giving Kelsey and Ryan an inside scoop. Ryan now pictures them as a group of spies, preparing to infiltrate an important ball. The two in question lean in, despite them being the only people in the house, and Sara continues, “So, in Art History today, we were learning about some art that was painted by people who were. Fucked. Up. Like they were drinking absinthe and doing coke -- I was joking with my friend, Keith, telling him how they must’ve been some WILD partiers and how it put me in a partying mood. And he told me that he and his little crew were going to this party at this bar on 6th street. And, this is the best part-”
Sara look back and forth between Ryan and Kelsey, excitedly. “Eugene was the one who got invited, so you KNOW it’s gonna be full of people who got that mun-nay! We should hit it up and see if anyone will buy us drinks and food and stuff!”
“Hell yeah!” Kelsey exclaims, “Mooching off the rich for the win! Down with capitalism!”
“You got that right!” Sara says, “Mooch the rich!”
“Mooch the rich!” Ryan agrees. He throws his fist in the air like some French revolutionary and the look of excitement that appears on Kelsey’s face is so funny, he can’t help wheezing at it.
Kelsey and Sara carry on without him, shouting “MOOCH THE RICH!” and pounding their fists in the air, getting louder and louder with each shout.
Ryan’s tearing up from laughing so hard now, because holy shit, Kelsey’s neighbors are gonna think they’re some sort of anarchist cult doing weird cult stuff behind loud music and are Sara and Kelsey doing a picket circle in the kitchen now??
-- fuck, Ryan loves his friends.
#shyan#skeptic believer#sugar daddy!AU#sugar daddy!shane#lynn writes#i feel ryan in this fic#WHOA this got long#sorry#they'll probably be more#sometime...#I ALMOST DELETED THE ENTIRE THING AND I WAS SO SCARED OMG#okay#i've decided this will be part one bc it is entirely too long so ryan will go to the party#NEXT TIME ON DRAGON BALL Z- I MEAN SKEPTIC BELIEVER INC
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@gallowking said: 🍹🍹 EYES AT HER
on the sec oh fuck three already - do a shot meme
3/???
“...oh my gods, two? I’m gonna say so much stupid shit Charles.” Already she’s cussing, normally something Sophia avoids. One shot, then the second, a wince at the taste. Ugh. She doesn’t like fruity ones. They’re too sweet... it’s cloying. No balance at all.
“Well... if someone ‘forces’, hah y’know quote unquote, you to take a break, you're not being lazy, right? So like... if ya got tied up, like, with rope or like, a coat... and got held close and warm and lovingly... then it wouldn’t be being lazy. I hate taking breaks, you know? I’m not a person who should take breaks. I’m not useful then. Sometimes when you or BaVinichachan tell me to take a break I lie and say I did but keep working, but don’t tell anyone that.”
“Plus I got a bonus with you, eh? Like, it’s doctor’s orders~”
#plastic intermingled with porcelain and flesh.ic#dreaming others dreams but here i don't belong.master#go ahead and give me more attention!.ask#alcohol tw#((i;'m so sorry
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Can we hear more about the swap au?
yes absolutely!!!i got some basic info for the ones with distinct roles (most of which are based off personal hcs ive conjured in chats) the rest will come as soon as i have concrete stories for them!!
the story revolves around angel, an ex-mobster slash p*rn star, who decides to abandon his vices to better himself and those around him. because he lacks a higher status in hell’s society, he has a harder time gathering funds and support, so his hotel is a lot more run down compared to canon charlie’s. many dub him as a “nobody trying to be somebody”
ANGEL DUST
swaps with charlie
gay trans man
grew up in a mob family during the 30s-40s. his relationship with his family remains difficult
he’s a lot more optimistic here, still values innocence and all the littlest things that make the world go ‘round. he’s still angel dust tho,therefore has moments where he’s just a plain jackass
continued his line of Shady Work in the afterlife for survival. retired decades later to pursue his Dream Project in running a rehabilitation center in the form of a hotel. the public was baffled at his choice to step down from crime, why give up all of that for…this? is he stupid? whatever respect they held for him was snuffed out quickly and angel became a laughing stock
is very much aware of the doubts, even those of his friends’ and frankly…it stings. tries to mask it with sunshine and rainbows
still struggles with addictions + suffers from episodes of alcohol withdrawal himself. despite everything he keeps pushing forward- lowkey has a habit of brushing off his own problems in favor of others’
CHERRI BOMB
swaps with vaggie
trans lesbian
was an orphan in life, turned to crime as a bomb specialist as she grew
had canon!cherri’s personality and appearance up until angel made his ambitions known; she chopped her hair short and sports a more formal fashion to honor his new passion
is best friends with angel and looks up to him like a father. while she does offer her best support, she is not without doubts regarding the hotel’s success. not that she’d outright say it ofc
despite her own concerns, she wont hesitate to fuck up anyone who insults or otherwise jeopardizes angel’s hotel
she jokingly suggested angel turn to the princess of hell for assistance…only for the man himself to take it as serious advice. angel dust is a synonym for absolutely fucking stupit
CHARLIE
swaps with angel
bi trans girl
the princess of hell. an absolute bratty delinquent who loves using her status to get what she wants– or get away with the trouble she stirred up
only cared about her status, wealth and vaggie before the hotel.
she’s the carlyle to angel’s barnum
angel sought her out for support–though she initially snorted at the very idea of a rehabilitation center in hell,she found herself begrudgingly funding the hotel. even checked in as the very first patient, fun for the entire family huh.
she truly has a heart of gold beneath the hardass exterior and it gradually shines through the more time she spends at the hotel
VAGGIE
swaps with cherri
lesbian + demigirl
is charlie’s girlfriend and partner in crime. together, theyre ur typical Mean Girls that enjoy making snide remarks at the expense of others
has an arsenal of knifes and spears she uses to win turf wars and lovingly defend her still-ditzy gf from danger.
is more cool and collected- gotta do what it takes to come out the winner! only loses her temper when her loved ones are threatened/insulted
retains a difficult relationship with angel
only checked into the hotel, which she is skeptical of, to keep charlie company. and to see how fast this dump falls apart lmao
just like charlie, she gradually softens up and befriends the others
ALASTOR
swaps with husk
pan/ace trans man
he is biracial
was an ex-radio host that succumbed to the great depression in Every sense of the word. no really. alastor is a disaster
he pushed away his friends and family and loyal fans that reached out in support, destroying whatever positive relationship he had left. who needs people when you got booze!
is a complete shut in. dont talk to him, do not even look at him.begone thot. remained stubborn at the idea of opening up, even in a place as disgustingly positive as angel’s hotel
1000/10 capable of ripping your guts out if you test him
still enjoys the good thrill of hunting deer every now and then. probably the one thing that makes him feel anything
hates hate HATES the permasmile with every ounce of his being. he wouldn’t be wearing a smile if frowning wasnt so damn painful
SIR PENTIOUS
swaps with katie
bi trans man w a pref for Wahmen
he was a well-known journalist in the 1800s.
in hell, he adapted well enough to have his own “picture news show”
vocally, he isn’t very pleasing to listen to, but! he has a knack for grabbing the most sensational stories to keep the attention of his audience unwavered
has an ego the size of jupiter
is completely uninterested in anything that doesnt give his rep a boost
enjoys sciencey stuff and reviews the latest trends/memes on occasion
mocking the hell out of angel and his stoopid hotel is his second hobby
he has ‘friends’ but rarely, if ever, treats them well
THE EGGBOIS
swap with tom
they all hate penti
penti still enjoys pushing them around. sometimes would use them as anger/stress-relievers
i do not have a lot for them
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you asked for memes? five times kissed for alex&merry then 😌
this is going to be an attack on @danielcvmpbell
i’m definitely gonna make it sad
1. Smirking Kiss
Alex would be the first to admit that Merry always had him some type of way. He was just so in love with her. That meant loving every part of her. Her sweet smile, her gentle touch, the way she moaned for him when she knew she shouldn’t.
They had gone into a photobooth to take some cute pictures for Merry’s scrapbook. What she didn’t plan on, was how brave Alex was going to get. His fingers wandering and pulling sounds from her with a practised touch. He knew her body better than she did, he had spent just as many hours worshipping it and the ground that she walked on. He kissed her to swallow up those sounds, keep them quiet and secretive. His lustful smirk so prominent as she squirmed under his touch.
2. Comforting Kiss
Alex hated Merry’s family. He hated spending time with them. As soon as they left the house and got back home, he kissed Merry softly and hugged her. He made it his job to look after her and treat her as she deserved, make her remember that he loved her with every fibre of his being. He treated her like a princess. Even had a little toy crown for her to wear. He wrapped her into a sushi roll and carried her to bed. He fed her, cuddled her, and kissed her all over her face until she would be sick of him. But she knew that she could never be sick of him.
3. Reassuring Kiss
Merry hated watching Alex suffer. Even with him being Zadkiel’s vessel and harnessing his power, it hadn’t quite cleared his anxiety or his PTSD, in fact in some respects, the latter seemed to have gotten worse. It was so hard for her to watch him panic and cry over things that neither of them could solve or change. She did what she could - comfort him, hold him, make sure he knew that he was safe and that he always did the best he could to do to help people.
He always apologised for getting into such a state. Without fail. She always lovingly shut him up with a kiss to reassure him that he was fine, always accompanied by a kiss and a cuddle. Merry always enjoys the soft little shivers she receives when she runs her fingers through Alex’s hair.
4. Hello i would like attention pls kiss
Alex loved to watch Merry write. He loved for her to sit on his lap while she did. He wanted to contribute and play with her hair. These sessions tended to last a few hours until Alex got restless, then his hips shifted, her hands went to her hips to steady her as they did. “Merry -” He started, leaning forward to kiss her neck. She hummed in acknowledgement but stayed writing. Alex became insistent, grazing his teeth against her skin and sucking a soft and small little mark, she remained mostly still.
He huffed and finally directed her chin to twist her round so he could kiss her. Oh she was so in for it.
5. The Last Kiss
Alex did not look well. He looked skinny with sunken eyes, the colour had drained from his face. It had only been two months since he moved out of the house he used to share with Merry but it had fucked him up. He had bright purple bags under his eyes as well, a sign of his not sleeping. He just barely functioned without her. He let his attorney do all the talking, Alex did not want to be there.
He looked like he had also been crying as well and not taking care of himself beyond taking a shower and that was a struggle. He was just about managing to make it into work. But he was so depressed that he could barely find the motivation to do anything besides log in. He hated that stupid office job. It ruined his marriage, his life and basically his entire soul.
Merry sat on the other side of the court room. Distraught, shaken, she looked a former shell of herself as well. Though she still had some emotion left in her and she felt her broken heart hurt even more as she caught sight of Alex, seeing him so broken. But they had agreed that this was for the best for them, even if neither of them believed it. Alex would get better, he would move on right?
Once the proceedings were over, she unhooked her necklace and secured it around Alex’s neck gently. A final momento. He even moved to make it easier for her. They were still in sync even if they hadn’t spoken in months. Merry kissed his cheek before leaving his side once again. 5 minutes, he walked out as well, hands in his pocket and feeling a grip on his heart, making it hard for him to breathe.
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LOCATION: Cade’s Room
DATE: November 21st
TIME: 4:45 PM
TRIGGERS: gender stereotypes, internalized transphobia / transphobia (kinda?), misgendering (kinda?), addiction, food, panic attack, homophobia
MENTIONS: @cadxmitchell, @nguyenalanna, @averyneel, @caseyhxndrix, @inoahthingor2
CLOSED
The road trip had been fun, even if it was long. Ripley enjoyed spending some quality time with Cade, Alanna, Casey, and Neel. He vowed to spend some more time with the two Foxes and Alanna, though would probably give it some time. It was almost strange not being in North Carolina for Thanksgiving. The Van Sant family had lots of traditions that he’d missed. His moms usually woke them up very early to watch the parade and Ripley helped peel potatoes and with some of the prep work while they watched the parade. They’d laugh and watch the performances and joke around until it was over. Then his siblings usually watched the dog show while he helped momma in the kitchen, which usually was filled with shenanigans, including wearing the net that came with the turkey as a hat, which always made his parents laugh. He didn’t want to admit to missing his parents, but he did. Ripley didn’t know how long he’d be mad at them and he wasn’t sure he’d be able to stomach seeing him at Christmas if Marshall was invited to that too. He didn’t think he’d be able to stand not seeing his parents for that long. But he was trying not to think about that.
It was nice in a way to not feel some of that pressure that he felt at the thought of seeing Marshall. John and Lisa were also very nice and Ripley didn’t feel like he deserved any of their amazingness after leaving his own family on a holiday that was about thankfulness. His own family had done so much for him over the past three years that he appreciated them more than anything. Of course, Ripley told them that more than once a year, but as long as there was a holiday for it, he made it extra known that he loved them. There was just a gnawing feeling in his stomach at facing Marshall for a second time. He might have fooled Pip into believing that he’d changed and somehow his moms, but Ripley knew. He’d never change. He’d always be that asshole that left their family. To Ripley, he’d always be an ugly man, who thought hate was the right way to raise his children rather than accepting them for who they were. How any of his siblings could stomach being in the same room was beyond him.
As much as he tried not to think about them throughout the day, Ripley’s mind wandered to what they’d be doing at this time. He kept glancing down at his phone, thinking that maybe one of them would call or text him, but his phone remained silent. He knew his family was just getting through with dinner in a little, since they ate early so Pip and Kora could watch the football game. With a lull in the cooking, Ripley took a moment to sneak away for a moment alone with his thoughts. He put on a smiling face and probably was fooling most everyone -- probably not Cade, but everyone else. Ripley sat on the edge of Cade’s bed, looking around. There had always been a stark difference in their two sides and now it was even more apparent how different their tastes were.
Somehow, they still managed to get along with each other, for the most part. He bit down on his lip and pulled out his phone, almost tempted to call home. He just needed to hear his mom’s voice, it had been too long. There was a notification on his phone someone had tagged him in a photo album. He clicked on it, wondering if maybe someone had taken a photo of him here and he was just seeing the notification now. Or maybe Noah had tagged him in something since they were currently sending each other ridiculous memes over the week. But it wasn’t any of that. No, it was far worse than that and his heart almost dropped out of his chest when he saw who the notification was from.
MARSHALL VAN SANT has tagged you in an album.
Would this man just leave him alone? Ripley thought he at least deserved one break from whatever bullshit his father seemed to want to drag him into. He clicked the notification. There were pictures of his family throughout the day. Pip reading something on the couch. His moms looking at each other lovingly in the kitchen, while his momma was covered in flour. Kora leaning against the door frame looking to see how much more there was to do in the kitchen. Hedwig smiling at his phone in his room. Etta and Ren cuddling on the couch together while watching the dog show. All of it picture perfect. Without him. And one final photograph of all of them together, Hedwig barely in the frame because he’d probably used the timer on his camera. Ripley felt like he’d been punched in the chest and he felt himself tearing up because fuck Marshall being there, he missed his family.
But it was the caption of the photograph that caught his attention.
I’m thankful for my family for giving me a second chance. @koravs @notanowl @ettasjames @renjames @pipgames. I also want to give a shout out to @ripleyvansant who couldn’t make it this evening since he’s busy studying astrophysics and cheering for the Palmetto State Foxes 🦊. I’m incredibly proud of you for going after your dreams and can’t wait to catch you at the next game. I know it’s been a tough couple of years for you and I couldn’t be prouder of you, my son.
Ripley nearly fell off the bed out of shock. His initial reaction was anger at Marshall for even posting that. But to say he was proud of Ripley? When the last time they’d spoken, he’d basically told Ripley he was to feminine. When the last time they’d spoken, Marshall had been disgusted at Ripley’s sexuality. When Marshall had treated him like dirt only a minute after showing up? How dare this man try and weasel his way into their lives again. But the anger quickly faded into something else, an emotion Ripley hadn’t felt in a very long time. Panic? He took a deep breath, slowly, through his nose trying to calm himself down. His chest felt tight and he didn’t know why. There was a word echoing in the back of his mind that he just couldn’t shake.
Son.
Ripley curled into a ball on the bed, closing his eyes. Why did that word feel so wrong? Ripley kept taking deep breaths: in, out, in, out. The technique that had worked during therapy for so many other people, but his brain just couldn’t shake the feeling of discomfort. His moms had called him that before and he’d never questioned it. So why now? Was it because of Marshall? Or was it something else? Ripley had always been comfortable with himself. His identity that changed slightly depending on who he spoke to and the time of day was comfortable. Up until Palmetto, Ripley hadn’t ever thought about who he was when he was himself. If he stripped down to just... Ripley. Because it had been so long since he’d been just Ripley. He didn’t know who or what that was anymore. He’d been feeling so vulnerable lately, his walls crumbling down, revealing who he was without his defenses up. Who was he when he didn’t hide behind a layer of smiles and cryptic nonsense? Cade had managed to break down one of his biggest barriers. But it didn’t make sense because he was comfortable with himself. He’d never had a problem before. Before Marshall came back into his life, he was comfortable. He could ignore the small jabs people used to say about the way his moms raised him and for the most part. Ripley had ignored those phrases. They were just the words of stupid people who didn’t know shit and were small minded. Though maybe all along... deep down... they’d always gotten to him. And when Marshall Van Sant showed up out of nowhere, he’d cracked a wall Ripley didn’t even know was there.
“Oh,” Ripley said aloud, when he finally felt like he could breathe again. “Oh.” And the realization hit him like a brick. “Fuck.”
Well... now what?
#gender stereotypes tw#internalized transphobia#misgendering tw#addiction tw#food tw#panic attack tw#homophobia tw#transphobia tw#self para.#self para / 003.
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bts reactions to you being insecure about your thighs
yoongi:
you know what they say; the freaks come out at night. and for yoongi, that was his status quo. his lips brushed against yours, leaving your face to grow hot at how sensual he was being. he then trailed down your neck, nipping and licking your chest and collarbones. his mouth left a path from your belly button, down to your entrance. his hot breath against it made your thighs want to close together, but was restrained by his veiny hands. right before he dived in -;)- he stopped and looked at your uncomfortable expression.
“mama what’s wrong.” he stopped his actions and rested his head on your plush stomach.
“i don’t know, it’s just sometimes i feel like im gonna suffocate you.” you muttered.
yoongi looked at you and laughed, “do you really think these,” he grabbed your thighs tightly “can suffocate me? im a grown man i can handle it” he said proudly. those few words boosted your confidence and tickled you at the same time.
“thanks baby, i lowkey needed that.” you giggled.
“now come on so i can eat.”
jin:
jin was preparing himself for another episode of eat! jin hosted on vlive. he sat down at his computer closing down his tabs so his internet would run faster, but one surprised him.
‘weight loss tips’
he immediately put two and two tighter and realized it was probably you, since you were the last one at his desk. it made him a little upset that you wanted to loose weight, maybe he wasnt loving you enough. he began his hunt and searched around the relatively small apartment you two shared. he ended finding you following along to a “how to properly squat” tutorial.
“what’s this?” jin asked, surprising you during your workout.
“im just working out, is that a problem?”
“it’s not like you’d notice anyway.” you said under your breath.
“now what’s that supposed to mean?” he was getting agitated now.
“you never want to have sex anymore,” his features softened at what you said, “do you honestly think that we’re not doing it because of your weight?”
“i mean everytime we go out, you always look at these skinny ass girls”
“they don’t have anything to look at! im just happy that ive got someone that can sit on my lap without a bone ramming into my thigh!” he exclaimed.
you broke out crying, not because of what he said, just that you hate when someone yells at you. jin moved closer and wrapped you into a tight hug.
“look babe, i love you so much, you don’t even understand.” he hunched over so he could put his head in the crook of your neck.
“i love you too jin” he separated his body from yours and gazed into your eyes.
“c’mon into this room so i can show you how much i love you.”
namjoon:
you were laying in the bed with namjoon, spending his day off as it should be; a day off.
while you were scrolling through social media laughing at memes until you scrolled along a stupid post ranting about how namjoon doesn’t “deserve to be with a fat bitch like you.” you always know armys were overly possessive, but to comment on something that doesn’t concern you is disgusting.
the bad bitch inside of you wanted to clap back, but the sad bitch in you took over and you started to cry.
“babygirl what’s wrong, you was just chillin and now you crying. what happened?” he cooed, rubbing his large hands lovingly on your thighs.
“some stupid -probably no jam army, called me fat and said i don’t deserve you, nothing to bad” you chuckled with tears still forming in your eyes.
“your not fat, there’s just more to love.” he tried to reassure you.
“you know how many fan fictions ive read that said that exact same thing”
“but i mean it, you have nothing to be upset about. why do you think my favorite position is doggy style? i love seeing your ass jiggle when im-“ you cut his inappropriate sentence off with a quick playful punch on the shoulder.
“now get off that phone, i got something else you can play with.”
taehyung:
while walking home you were being harassed by two grown men commenting about your weight.
“where’s a fat bitch like you going?”
“yeah, you fucking whale” his friend went along with him. you decided to be the bigger person and ignore them, yet they still followed you home.
“can you guys just leave me alone” you shouted at them.
“yeah” a deep voice cut in. you looked up to see a handsome man to be your defender.
“what’s some good looking guy like you hanging out with...this?”
“look, while im smashing this thick beautiful girl, you can go back to dicking down bitches that when they throw it back it sound like a screenshot.” he clapped back. while they stared at him like he was nuts, your cheeks grew hot as the attractive stranger talked about you so openly, like you knew him.
“youre dismissed,” his scrawny ass jumped at him. the guys left with a muttering of “fucker” and “fat ass” -referring to you. he then wrapped his arms around your waist.
“thanks for the help, nobody usually stands up for me like that.”
“nobody as fine and cute as you should be getting pick on by some bummy dudes.” this guy was smooth a hell, made you want to suck his dick right on the spot.
“i was finally feeling confident about my thighs, i guess i got to go back to being insecure and hiding them.” you half joked, using it as a coping mechanism.
“i like them, better to grab when im-“ he stopped himself, realizing that he was going too far to be talking to a stranger.
“im taehyung” he stopped to shake your hand.
“(your name).”
“here take my number, call me when you get home” he quickly put his number in and headed off, waving while walking in the opposite direction. your heart fluttered as he left, you took a look at what he saved his number as. “that cute asian boy”, a small smile grew on your face as you shoved the phone back in your pocket and headed home.
jungkook:
you and jungkook haven’t been dating for a while, but that didn’t mean your feelings for each other weren’t true. jungkook had officially introduced you to his group members. and he decided to get you acquainted with them by jin cooking a meal for all of you. as for your outfit, the shorts you wore exposed the bottom part of your ass. it wasn’t like you were self-conscious about your body, except your thighs which were ridden with cellulite.
while at dinner, you helped jin pass out the plates. each time you leaned over they all stared longingly at your thighs, fixated which each step you took. your face grew hot, you began to lose confidence each time a pair of their pupils landed on you. you quickly dashed your way to the nearest bathroom.
“(your name), wait up-“
you sat on the toilet, with your face in your hands silently crying. even though it was such a little inconvenience, it made your anxiety skyrocket. while in the midst of thinking, two small knocks echoed throughout the small room and jungkook came in.
“babe, what happened out there?” jungkook knelt down to your eye level.
“they were looking at me,”
“that’s all? why-“
“no, they were looking at me like i was disgusting, like i’m too big-“
“look, baby, they’ve literally never seen a thick girl in korea never in their lives, shit i was even surprised to see you.” your heart rested a little easier as his hand settled on your lap.
“take it as a compliment, your beautiful no matter what size you are. on some sappy cliche shit; i love you no matter what.” once the two of you exited the bathroom, the chatter in the dining room stopped.
“can you guys stop staring? this is mine”
jimin:
you and jimin were walking around the mall, window shopping and such. you finally landed your eyes on a cute pair of floral shorts.
“hey jimin honey, can i get a pair of those?” you gazed at how beautiful the shorts were from outside the window.
“of course, come on let’s head in.” he lead your already intertwined hands into the shop. one of the workers came up to you guys with a face full of fake politeness.
“how can i help you today?” she questioned, you could’ve sworn you saw her roll her eyes at me.
“i would like those pair of shorts in the window there, in an xl please.” you decided to go a size up since an american medium is probably small in korea.
“im sorry but i don’t think we carry that for...your kind of size,” she disrespectfully said, eyeing you up and down.
“first of all-“ you were so angry that you were almost on the verge of tears.
“(your name) come on let’s go to a different store” jimin ushered you out the store. “so you just gon let that weenie hut jr lookin’ ass bitch talk about me like that? to my face?” you said with a hushed shout.
“i didn’t want to cause a sce-“
“cause a scene my ass, you know how i feel about myself. she just basically called me fat you know.” jimin stopped in his tracks, and held both of his hands on either side of your shoulder.
“there’s nothing wrong with your body at all,” he said sternly.
“listen, you being chubby doesn’t change the way i feel about you,” he then pulled you into a tight hug.
“now come on, that store was weak anyway, let’s go buy you some gucci.”
hoseok:
“muffin whats taking you so long in there?” hoseok shouted from the other side of the door. hoseok wanted to take you to the beach for his day off, and you wanted to cover up as much as your thighs and the cellulite that ruled over it as well.
you went over at least 17 outfits, and it’s taking you hours to decide on one.
“stop playing around, they’re gonna close the beach in like 2 and a half hours” another bang on the door followed as he finished his sentence.
“ok i’m done” the door swung open and you walked out in a pair of sweat pants and a throw on shirt.
“you’re not going outside like that”
“why?”
“why? you’re gonna have a fucking heat stroke wearing that, go but on your swim suit and some shorts.” he pushed you back into the room and he followed suit.
“people are gonna stare,” you looked down, being to shy to admit that your super insecure about your thighs. hoseok pulled you on the bed with him,
“you have nothing to worry about,”
“yes i-“
“no, you don’t.”
“but what about th-“
“those ‘all skin and bone’ girls at the beach that look at you?” his hand rested on your thigh and ran his thumb against the sides of them. “listen, theyre just mad that their boyfriends don’t feed them at home.” he joked. he always found a way to turn everything into something funny and you loved it.
“now out on the swimsuit that makes your ass look juicy.”
“the red one?”
“the red one.”
a.n.= unedited and i feel like hoseoks and jimins are a lil’ shitty. sorry @anon 🐝
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Even Santa Ships It
Summary: Phil wakes up the night before Christmas to find a sassy, sarcastic Christmas elf by the name of Dan in his kitchen, feet tangled up in Christmas lights and surrounded by gingerbread crumbs. Phil doesn’t mind.
Word count: 4.2k
Warnings: none
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“OW!”
Phil Lester yelped as his hand came into contact with the hot tray. It was probably a bad idea to not wear oven mitts. He rushed over to the sink to cool his burnt hand, turning on the cold water to full blast. Santa better be grateful, he thought as the cool liquid soothed his skin. After a few minutes of wound care, Phil felt his hand was well enough to ice the cookies he had left haphazardly cooling in his mortal enemy- the tray, that was half hanging off the bench.
Phil smiled as he finished icing the 25th and last cookie of the batch. He looked at his work, the lines on the gingerbread mens’ arms were a little too squiggly, but the small eyes and mouths were drawn on quite well, if Phil did say so himself. He did this every year. He would bake 25 cookies for Santa every Christmas, changing the type of cookie from year to year. Last year was shortbread, the year before macaroon, and the year before that snickerdoodle.
Phil’s flatmate, Paul, along with the rest of his friends and family thought it was absolutely ridiculous that Phil carried out this tradition.
“28 is too old to still entertain this idea that Santa is real!” Paul would always say. “And it’s getting kind of sad for you to keep making these cookies every year, only for them to go to waste. I’m sure you just throw them all out in the morning before I wake up.”
Phil knew better than these non-believers, however. Each and every morning without fail, Phil would wake up to find the cookie plate completely wiped, and he knew for a fact he hadn’t eaten them himself, and there was no way Paul would dispose of or eat all the cookies just to keep Phil’s belief in Santa alive- he was Phil’s worst critique when it came to this tradition, and in addition, a devout vegan.
Phil pushed his glasses up to the bridge of his nose. It was everyone else’s loss if they refused to believe in something that could guarantee them a nice gift and a bit more excitement in their life every year. Less work for Santa as well, anyway. Another Christmas eve would need to be added to the calendar in order for Santa to deliver gifts to believers and non-believers alike.
His musings had distracted him from the real job of cleaning up, so Phil made quick haste to clean all the flour of the counter. A dirty kitchen would not suffice for someone as amazing as Santa. After pouring a tall glass of almond milk(it was the only milk they had, Phil being lactose intolerant and Paul being a vegan) and placing it next to the cookies, Phil was satisfied and trudged upstairs to his bedroom, falling into a deep sleep.
It was only an hour or so later when Phil jumped awake, disturbed by the suspicious clattering downstairs. Phil groaned sleepily and attempted to fall back asleep, only to hear the clattering get louder. Wait. Phil thought. It’s Christmas! Could it be… Santa downstairs? Every other Christmas of Phil’s life, he had been good and slept through the night, despite the temptation to wake up and spy on the chubby man bringing him presents. But surely a peek wouldn’t hurt. Phil hesitated for a moment before hopping out of bed, nearly tripping over his plaid pyjama pants in the process.
Phil slowly crept to the top of the stairwell, cringing every time the floorboards squeaked a little.
He peered down, shaking with excitement to see the supposedly fat and white-haired man who had been bringing him presents every year without fail. What Phil did not expect to see was a mess of gingerbread pieces and crumbs covering the floor, several dented and poorly wrapped gifts spilling out of a sack, and an awkwardly tall figure who was attempting to wriggle his foot out of a string of Christmas lights. What the hell was going on?
Phil swiftly padded down the staircase and walked over to the figure.
“Who are you? And what are you doing in my house?!”
Phil felt his heart skip a beat when the figure turned around. The first thing Phil noticed was the warm, brown eyes of the stranger, nearly covered by a swept brown fringe. The second thing and third things Phil noticed was the dark green pointed hat he wore, that did little to cover the long pointy ears attached to his head.
“Well, gee-whiz, you’re not even going to offer to help me? It’s not like, you know my feet are stuck in a pile of shitty dollar store lights, preventing me from moving.”
“Oh! Sorry about that!” Phil felt his face flush as he bent down to untangle the string of Christmas lights. He spent all of 10 seconds untangling the lights in silence before he realised.
“Wait. You never answered my question.” Phil eyed the admittedly good-looking stranger suspiciously.
“How impressive of you to have noticed!” The brown-haired boy rolled his eyes.
“You’re clearly not Santa, so who are you, and what are you doing in my flat?” Phil finished untangling the lights and stood up.
“Well what does it look like? I’m a fucking elf. You think I wear these candy stripe leggings because I like them?” Oh. Now Phil felt a bit stupid. The pointy ears alone should have been a dead giveaway from the start. Oops. Phil knew the reason he didn’t notice was probably because he was too distracted with the elf’s other facial features.
“Oh. That makes sense. But that doesn’t explain why you’re here, I’m 100% sure Santa’s the one who’s supposed to deliver all the presents on Christmas Eve…”
“Well Santa’s been a bit of a lazy little shit this year, it seems like.”
Phil’s jaw dropped. Was he hearing this correctly? Weren’t Christmas elves supposed to be happy, bright and jovial, and most importantly, respectful of Santa claus?
“I’m not kidding. The jolly old man literally makes me do all the work for the London precinct.”
Phil found himself holding back giggles at this. The statement itself wasn’t really funny in nature, it was just the way the elf had said ‘literally’, which made it sound more like ‘litTRAlly’. And to hear one of Santa’s own elves sassing the big man himself, was quite an experience in itself.
The elf seemed pleased that Phil was amused, a genuine smile on his face. “And don’t even get me started on the things he does to those reindeer, I mean whipping stopped being relevant the second Fifty Shades was published.”
This time Phil could not stop the wave of laughter that overtook his body. He laughed the hardest he had in weeks, his sides feeling like they were splitting.
“Oh my god,” He muttered, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes. “Seriously, who are you?” He shook his head at the ground, smiling.
“Dan. And don’t forget it.”
“So you’re telling me you, a literal Christmas elf got put on the naughty list? Is that even legal?”
Phil was astounded at the amazing stories Dan had been telling him for who knows how long. The two men- well the man and, one elf were sitting on Phil’s couch, indulging themselves in the gingerbread man Phil had so lovingly made before. To Phil’s surprise he and the sassy elf had quite a lot in common. They both liked Muse, Pokemon and agreed that memes were like pizza. When they were good, they were really good. And when they were bad, they were still pretty damn good.
“Yup. That’s Dan for you. And it literally wasn’t even intentional! I just- I kind of didn’t realise my earphones weren’t plugged into my phone, so Newborn was playing loud enough to wake up Santa- and all 37 other elves in the London precinct.”
Phil giggled for what had been probably the hundredth time that night, his tongue poking out of his teeth. He hated how it did that, it looked sooo stupid. He quickly covered his mouth with his hand, only to find Dan looking at him with a strange sort of fascination.
“Why do you cover your mouth whenever you laugh, Phil?” Dan’s eyes held something in them that Phil couldn’t name.
“Because I look stupid! My stupid tongue always pokes out of my teeth when I laugh, I look absolutely ridiculous.” Phil was even more embarrassed now, why did Dan have to ask him about that?
“I guess that’s something we don’t share a common opinion on then, hm?”
For the first time the entire night, an awkward silence fell over them. What was Phil supposed to say to that? Was that almost a compliment?!? Oh god. And they were having such a nice time too! Phil had taken to staring at the wall behind Dan when he heard someone padding down the stairs.
“PHILIP MICHAEL LESTER, who the hell is this and why is he in our house?” Paul exclaimed angrily, eyeing Dan up and down suspiciously. “And great cheap elf costume by the way, pfft.”
Don’t get him wrong, Phil loved his flatmate. It was just right now, he wouldn’t mind seeing the entirety of Paul and his sad existence burn in a wildfire.
“Paul! Don’t be rude! This is Dan, he’s an elf who’s been helping Santa out tonight. Santa’s too busy to visit all the houses in one night.” Phil knew this explanation would not satisfy Paul in the slightest, he was the biggest Santa/Christmas skeptic Phil knew.
“Yeah, pretty much.” Dan nodded casually, popping another piece of gingerbread man into his mouth.
Paul just glared at Phil disappointedly. “I’m going to give you one minute to admit that you hired an actor to play an elf, in order to convince me that the whole stupid Santa and Christmas elves thing is real, which you’ve been trying to do for the past five years.”
Phil was desperate to convince Paul of the truth, but he wasn’t sure how.
“No! Paul I didn’t hire anyone, you know I save all my money for new house plants, not this kind of stuff! He is a real elf!” Phil widened his eyes and stuck his bottom out a little. His pouty face always worked to soften Paul up a little, even in the worst situations.
“You can feel my ears if ya like, buddy. 100% real, they won’t come off.” Dan winked weirdly at Paul.
Phil wanted to slap Dan! Paul would not understand Dan’s weird, ironic but hilarious sense of humour. Wait, why was Phil acting as if he knew Dan’s humour well? They literally met a few hours ago, but for some reason it kinda felt like more. Phil decided not to dwell on it and instead focussed on Paul hesitantly stroking, and then pulling, rather harshly on Dan’s ears.
“FUCK OFF MATE!” Dan screeched when Paul gave a particularly hard tug.
“Alright fine, look, in the morning I’ll probably realise that it is just some really, really good silicon covering, but right now, I’m tired as shit and you know what Phil, if you say he’s an elf… he’s an elf. Anyway, who would wear those candy striped leggings willingly? Just try to keep it down please, Phil.” Paul sighed at the end of his small rant and plodded back up the stairs, leaving Dan and Phil alone again.
The awkward silence from before nearly settled back in before Dan broke it.
“So…”
“So… wait- don’t you have like at least, I don’t know, a few hundred other houses to deliver presents to?” Phil couldn’t believe he only just realised this, why was Dan wasting so much time with Phil, practically a stranger to him, when he had presents to deliver?
Dan looked like he had shit himself and been told he was adopted at the same time.
“Fuck.”
Phil poured himself a cup of hot chocolate and sighed. It had been a good few days since Christmas, and while the day itself was great, he couldn’t help but be reminded of the strangely tall, sarcastic he had met the other day. Phil would be lying to say that he kind of, may have wanted to get Dan’s number. What? You couldn’t blame him. Phil hadn’t connected with someone as well as he had with Dan for those few hours in… ever really. Maybe when he first met Paul, but that felt a lot more platonic, the difference here being he didn’t want to run his fingers through Paul’s hair, or cuddle him to sleep, or take him out for a cute movie date.
And now Phil was never going to see Dan again. Just great. It probably wouldn’t have worked out anyway. Phil tried to comfort himself. Elves must have very busy lives, there’s no way he would have time for a friendship with me, let alone a relationship if he even did turn out to be attracted to guys- which was unlikely. Phil just had to accept that he was probably not going to see Dan ever again. He plopped two white marshmallows into his now lukewarm hot chocolate and sighed once again.
Just as Phil was about to take his first sip of the beverage, a loud knock on the door interrupted him. Phil placed the mug back on the bench, before walking over. Phil swung the door open to reveal a very cute, and very drenched looking elf. Phil’s heart practically sang, was luck finally on his side for once?
“Dan! Hi! Come in! What are you doing here?” Phil tugged Dan in by the sleeve of his ridiculous elf outfit.
“Well, first of all, hi. And second of all, just a quick, run of the mill check, for the- the PSP.” Dan looked off to the side for a second before looking back at Phil, pulling out an official looking clipboard with papers.
“The what?”
“PSP. Present satisfaction policy. This year, Santa’s decided to implement a new, worldwide policy where we check on each person we’ve delivered a present to a few days after Christmas, just to make sure they’re enjoying the gift and putting it to good use. Sure, it will take up quite a bit of time, but personally, I think it’s a great idea.”
Something about what Dan was saying seemed off, but Phil couldn’t quite put his finger on it. Kind of like he was hiding something, but Phil didn’t want to question it. He was just happy to see Dan again.
“I have been putting the cactus Santa gave me to great use actually! Want to come look?” Phil beamed, hoping to persuade Dan to stay longer at his flat. He knew Dan probably had thousands more people to ask, but he was feeling a bit selfish, wanting to keep Dan to himself for a bit longer.
Dan nodded and smiled, the little dimple on his left cheek that Phil had noticed the first night showing a little. Phil smiled back.
“This cactus looks like a dick.” Dan snorted, trying (and failing) to hide his amusement at Phil’s Christmas gift.
“Well… usually I would fight it, but, you’re not wrong. At all.” Phil grinned at Dan again.
“This cactus certainly puts the SUCC in succulent, doesn’t it Philly?” The cheeky elf smirked at Phil, happily awaiting his reaction.
“Not as succulent as your MUM!” This time, both Dan and Phil were in hysterics. Phil had to hold his stomach to stop it from hurting so much from the laughter. After a few long minutes the boys finally calmed down, and a silence settled over them, but this time it was not awkward. Phil caught himself staring at Dan’s mouth, before blushing profusely and quickly averting his gaze. He felt his cheeks heat up.
“So um, what did you think of Paul?” Phil asked, in an attempt to get normal conversation flowing again.
A look of conflict flashed across Dan’s face, before it returned to normal. “Oh, he was, quite… interesting. I just love guys who pull on my ears until they bleed.” Dan’s voice was dripping with sarcasm, not that that was anything out of the ordinary.
“Look, Paul’s actually a cool guy, he’s just not the best with new people, especially when those people aren’t people and they are elves.” Phil shrugged apologetically.
“Oh, yeah, I get that.” Dan nodded understandably. “So, are you and Paul…?” The brown-haired boy looked a little nervous, and in Phil’s honest opinion, it was quite adorable.
“Oh, god no. We’re just best friends. And Paul’s as straight as a ruler. Why do you ask?” Phil scoffed at the idea of Paul and him dating. That would be the most disgusting thing in the history of the world. He shuddered.
“Pfft, no reason,” Dan’s eyes refused to meet Phil’s. Dan was quick to change the subject, Phil noticed.
“Anyway, did I ever tell you about the time I gifted an axe to a twelve year old for Christmas?”
Phil walked the streets of London in a great mood the next day. He had spent several hours with a particular elven friend the day before, just chatting, exchanging banter and learning all the intel on Santa claus and co. Apparently there was a different Christmas precinct for each city in the world, but only one Santa. He was practically skipping down the road, but who could blame him? He had the number of a cute boy (who was probably straight but that was besides the matter), knowledge of what the real Santa actually looked like (thanks to said cute boy), and cute boy was coming over to Phil’s for a round of video games in a few hours. So it really was Dan, not Phil’s fault when Phil skipped right into someone on the path.
Phil instinctively yelped when his butt hit the solid ground. That was going to leave a mark. He looked over to the person he bumped into and his eyes widened. The man, sprawled on the ground like a defenseless turtle was the one and only Santa Claus, looking exactly like the picture Dan showed him just a few days earlier. Same bald spot, same glasses, and same brown sweater Dan swore he wore religiously.
“Santa? Is that you?” Phil felt overjoyed! This was the man he had been relentlessly baking cookies for, ever since he was four years old. Was this even real?
Santa had stood up by now, looking very concerned and ready to bolt.
“H-how do you know it’s me? Is my disguise not working that well?” The man’s voice was rich and deep, just how Phil always imagined it to be. His disguise, however, had room for improvement to say the least. Wearing a brown jumper didn’t disguise the fact that he looked like the walking advertisement for literally every Christmas product ever. Phil did not say this however, who was he to insult his idol?
“Oh! No, it’s a great disguise. I only know it’s you because one of your elves showed me a photo of you the other day. But that’s not the point. The point is, I can’t believe I’ve finally met you after all these years! Do you know how many cookies I’ve baked for you? I change the type of cookie every year!” Phil gushed out, his inner fangirl screaming.
A look of recognition washed over the old man’s face, followed by pure, childlike glee.
“Yes! Little Phil Lester! You’ve been baking 25 cookies for me every year since you were four years old. Last year was shortbread, the year before was macaroons, and the year before that was snickerdoodles! Now son, I’m not just saying this, but your cookies are THE BEST cookies I’ve ever had, and I’ve had a lot of cookies, I know, it may surprise you.” Santa nodded at Phil, obviously expecting him to nod back in agreement.
“And I love how you change the type of cookie every year! Do you know how sick I’m getting of chocolate chip? Could these kids BE any more basic with their cookie choices? You’ve done well, son.” Santa gave him a pat on the back, and Phil thought he might faint.
“Wow, Santa, I’m so glad you liked my cookies so much, I really do put so much effort into them. And I think it’s really great how you’ve started that present satisfaction policy, too! I think it will be really helpful, especially for kids who don’t always know what presents they want.”
Santa frowned, the lines in his forehead creasing up, and he cocked his head to the side. “Sorry son? What was this present policy you speak of?”
“You know, the policy you created to ensure maximum satisfaction of gifts where you send elves to check on everyone who’s been given a gift to make sure they like it?” Santa’s face still showed no signs of recognition, remaining creased and confused.
“Your elf Dan told me about it…” Phil trailed off awkwardly.
The corners of the old man’s lips turned up at the mention of Dan’s name. Something had clicked in his brain, Phil was sure of that. He just wasn’t sure what.
“Alright Philip, maybe you should speak to Dan about that, but I definitely did not impose any such policy of the sort.” He let out a hearty chuckle before patting Phil on the shoulder and walking away.
“And tell Dan Santa says to go for it!” he yelled, before turning the corner and disappearing.
Phil had never been more confused in his life. Why would Dan lie about something like that, especially when there wasn’t really anything he could gain from it? All he got from it was spending a few hours alone with Phil and- oh. Phil felt a blush creep up his neck and his heart swell. Surely it couldn’t though, what were the chances of the guy Phil was crushing on hard actually liking him back? Phil thought back to all the times Dan had blushed in his presence, or stared at Phil for a little too long, that Phil had previously chalked down to nervousness. Perhaps the chances weren’t as low as he had originally thought.
Phil was practically bursting at the seams with anticipation when Dan finally came over, video games in hand and a smile on his soft face. As soon as Phil had greeted him and seated him on the couch, he swooped.
“So I saw Santa today.”
“Ah, yes. In the picture on the back of your expired advent calendar, perhaps? Or maybe on the custom made bauble from the tree you still have up, even though Christmas was a week ago, Philly?” Dan quipped idly.
Phil shook his head. “No.” Oh boy was Dan in for a big treat.
“Actually, I saw him in the city today, I recognised him from the photo you showed me yesterday. Great guy, you know. He’s a big fan of my cookies.” Phil was giddy with excitement, his knees jittering.
The elf’s face showed no signs of worry, and he gestured at Phil to go on, still oblivious as to what was going to happen next.
“But you know what he isn’t Dan? The creator of the ‘Present Satisfaction Policy’. I think that title goes to you. And I think I know why.” Phil smirked. “It’s because you,” Phil tapped him on the nose, “Have a little crush on me, and wanted to see me again.”
Phil wasn’t exactly sure what reaction to expect from Dan, but it was definitely not what followed. Dan turned completely red in the face, his hands sweating profusely. There were a few seconds of painful silence before,
“Yeah cause I totally just made up a policy just so I could see you again, ‘cause I totally thought you were super cute when we met on Christmas Eve and just an overall lovely person and couldn’t NOT see you again.”
Phil opened his mouth to respond, but Dan wasn’t finished.
“And as if I’d rant to ‘Santa’,” Dan used unnecessary air quotes when he said this, “about how ‘cute’ I thought you were, which led to him ‘convincing’ me to asking you ‘out’. Pffft, you know how stupid that sounds?”
“Um, what?”
For the first time, Phil saw Dan at a loss for words.
“Shit. I didn’t meant that. I don’t like you that way! If that’s, um what that made you think. I just tend to get a little carried away with my sarcasm sometimes.”
“Are you sure about that Dan?”
Dan looked at the ground, avoiding all eye contact with Phil.
“Yes…
“Because, if theoretically you did happen to have maybe even a tiny, little crush on me. I would theoretically tell you that I do in fact too, have a tiny, little crush on you too. And I wouldn’t mind taking you out, say, on a date sometime in the near future. This is all hypothetical though.”
“Okay I lied. I’m gay as shit for you.”
Phil grinned before tackling him into a hug.
“Me too, Dan. Me too.”
It was one hour later when Paul arrived back to the flat, groceries in both hands, only to find his roommate engaged in a heated makeout session with a Christmas elf. It was time to move out.
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Time Heals All Wounds: An Ending
Sooo I posted this fic without its epilogue because I didn’t want the anon who requested it to have to wait forever, and now the epilogue is here! Whoever sent in the original request, I hope you stuck around.
It was the best night of Sans' life. He'd never seen you so happy.
It was no big life event, no major milestone. All that had happened was you gave a stellar performance at a presentation you'd been dreading for weeks. He had been there in the audience to support you, of course. He was the only one who could tell how nervous you were. But then you fixed your eyes on him, and he flashed you that relaxed smile of his, and... it all went away. You knocked it out of the park. And you were ecstatic about it. Now he was walking you home from the event, you dressed to the nines and him looking pretty lack-luster in comparison with his same old hoodie and shorts, in the chilly evening air with crickets chirping a symphony all around you.
"Articulate, Sans! They called me exceptionally articulate!" You laughed, hopping up on a wooden ledge enclosing some flowers and walking along it like a tightrope. "When have I ever been described as articulate, let alone EXCEPTIONALLY so?" You seemed to have boundless energy, seemed to be itching to put it into something. He almost envied you, but more than anything, he just felt happy for you. He could practically feel the strong, healthy hum of your soul inside your chest. What he wouldn't give to see it, that beautiful soul of yours that made his own soul throb and sing...
He stood at your side, but down on the sidewalk, and offered you his hand. For balance, of course. You didn't hesitate to accept his quiet offer.
"i think you're exceptionally articulate," he offered, softly and matter-of-factly. You just scoffed at him.
"Oh yeah? Bitch, where? When I was trying to say either 'fooey' or 'shucks' in front of Frisk and ended up screaming 'FUCKS!' and Toriel scolded me?"
He grinned so wide at the memory. "that's a certain kinda articulate. but nah. i was actually thinkin' about that letter you gave me. uh, a few months ago."
You blushed and seemed to falter a little. He held on to your hand tighter.
"don't fall."
"Don't tell me what to do." You recovered, and slowly began to smile again, but in a bit more of a bashful way. "... Anyways, that letter. I feel like we never really talked about it. Or the other thing I gave you. Have you needed to use it?"
Sans paused for a long, long moment. He didn't want to worry you.
"... Hey, it's alright. If you have, then I'm glad that my gift is being put to good use, and if you haven't, I'll still love you."
God, he loved and hated it when you did that. His soul was too stupid to remember that you only meant it as a best friend kind of thing, so it never failed to skip a beat when he heard that from you. But at the same time, he knew how lucky he was to be hearing that from you at all. So he loved it more than anything, and hated it just a little bit, but he hated himself for hating it at all. He confused the hell out of himself sometimes, so much he almost forgot to speak. In the end, he decided honesty was better than secrecy.
"yeah. sometimes when i'm really sad, and it's like i can't trust in anything. and also sometimes when i'm really happy and i can't believe that things are going my way. it's crazy how much it helps. thanks a bunch." he chuckled softly. "see? i'm the inarticulate one here. you give me this amazing thing that... seriously helps me through some issues that nobody else has even tried to address. and all i can think to say is thanks. i dunno what else to say. but i hope you know i mean a lot more than just thanks. i don't know how to repay you."
You got the biggest, dumbest smile on your face, and he knew right away that you were up to something. You had a face like that meme cat with the knife pointed at it. He almost dreaded whatever fresh hell you had in store for him. "uh oh. not sure i like that impish look right after i offered to repay you for something big. what's up?"
You brought him to a halt by jumping down from your perch to the spot right in front of him on the sidewalk. "I know how you can repay me."
Oh, stars. You were so close to him and you were holding his hands in yours and your whole face looked even more beautiful than usual when you smiled like that.
"okayyy...?" While you were wondering if you were weirding him out a little, he was busy being completely and utterly distracted by your eyes and your lips.
"How 'bout a kiss, bone boy?"
...
"... huh?!" Sans was legitimately unsure if he heard you correctly, or if this was some kind of dream, or even a glitch in time. A glimpse into an alternate universe where you actually wanted him to...?
You held your hands behind your back, pursed your lips a little, and bounced on your heels, but you repeated yourself loud and clear. "Dude, I know you don't have lips, but come on. I've shown you Disney movies."
"no, i, i know what a kiss is, i just..." He clutched his chest, willing his soul not to just spring out and bare itself to you, not to prove beyond a doubt the strength and resilience of his feelings for you like it wanted to. "help me out here. are you being serious right now?"
You quirked an eyebrow at him. "Are you?"
Great. Now he was blushing like the idiot he was. He let go of your hands to pull his hood over his head in quiet embarrassment... but you just smirked at him and carefully, lovingly removed it again.
"Alright. Fine. I'm serious," you confessed. "What about you?"
He couldn't contain his soul anymore. It glowed in a distinct heart shape in the center of his chest, cast shadows of his ribs through his shirt, gave everything away without him having to say a single word. But he said it anyways, breathless with anticipation. "yeah..."
You moved in a little, then stopped, cracking a doofy smile. He knew just how you felt. He was feeling it, too, that simultaneous anticipation of something so new and so incredible just on the horizon, mixed with his love for you, the love that had been there for as long as he could remember, the love that made you his best friend, made you feel like home, made him smile when he thought about spending the rest of his life with you. It was that love for you that made him stand up on the tips of his toes and tilt his head back to offer his teeth to you. It was no glamorous Hollywood kiss, that was for sure, considering one party was lipless. But he didn't give a damn right now, and you gave negative damns. You cupped his cheeks in your hands, moved the rest of the way in, and began to kiss him.
Whether he ever admitted it to you or not, Sans had spent a lot of time over the past few months thinking about what it might be like to kiss you. Some days, when you had a bit of an attitude, he pegged you as a bit of a hard kisser, one who would dig your fingers into his skull and kiss him like your life depended on it, like you were stealing the breath from his non-existent lungs and leaving him gasping. Some days, when you were sad, he imagined that you kissed slowly and longingly, that you might pull him into your arms as your lips danced against his teeth and hold him in a silent plea to never leave you alone. Other days, when you were happy, and especially when you had some special moment together as best friends, he just imagined you kissing him with a smile on your lips, a smile to match his. Those theories were all a little right, but all a little wrong. It was no chaste kiss whatsoever. You pressed your lips to his mouth straight on at first, but then tilted your head and kissed him like you meant it. It was a firm and confident kiss, one that betrayed no hesitation, and you stroked your thumb over his right cheek, and you were smiling, he could feel it every time you tilted your head. He knew it was bad kissing etiquette, but he couldn't stop himself from opening his eyes a little to look at you. He couldn't see anything but your softly shut eyes, but god, you were the most fucking beautiful thing he'd ever seen. It took him a moment to realize that he was just standing there like an asshole with his hands hovering over your waist. He gently rested his hands there, the warmth of your body just reaching his fingers, just enough to bring him total clarity.
Holy shit.
He was experiencing his first kiss.
He was kissing his best friend.
He was kissing you.
He found himself kissing you harder at that realization-- pulling you closer to him, leaning eagerly into your touch, letting one hand roam up almost to your shoulder while the other roamed down to your hip. It felt like all those months of friendship unraveling all at once, or maybe blossoming was a better word-- yes, blossoming into something entirely new and beautiful, and that best friendship was still there, it always would be, nothing could ever make him stop thinking of you as his best pal. But it gave way to something else, too: the kind of love that set his soul ablaze. You were everything at once to him.
When you pulled away, neither of you could tell, but you both had the same expression. Wide-eyed and smiling, in disbelief, in awe. In love.
"Holy shit," you spoke first, in a low whisper.
"the holiest of shits." Sans grinned up at you, a familiar smile with a rare blue blush. And then he stretched up to give you another kiss. This one was much shorter, because after a couple of seconds, you both got a case of hysterical giggles and had to pull away from each other.
"Hehehe! Damn it, Sans." You hugged him and rested your chin on top of his head. He nuzzled gratefully into your chest, feeling like he could just purr like a cat when you rubbed between his shoulder blades. "Alright. Fess up. How long?"
"oh geez. i mean, i realized it when you gave me the pocket watch. but, at that point, i was already..." he trailed off. He didn't want to come on too strong. He didn't want you to freak out if he dropped the L-bomb that was on the tip of his tongue. But he looked up and saw the hope in your eyes and knew that it would be alright. "... i was already in love with you. and i was too far gone to remember when i must've actually, uh, fallen for ya'. but if i can make an educated guess? considering you're you, 'mpretty sure i must've started falling for you the day i met you."
You laughed and gently pushed him away from you by the shoulders at that. "Sans... sweetheart. You are SUCH a sap. But what's important is that I love you, too. In case you couldn't tell by the passionate makeout we just had."
He huffed out a soft chuckle that produced a single cloud of mist in the night air. "we did just make out."
"Yep."
"that's a thing that happened."
"I hope I can count on it happening again."
"you bet your sweet ass you can."
One moment, Sans was smiling up at you, happier than you'd ever seen him, wrapped up in your embrace. Then he took a step away from you, then turned his back to you and shoved his hands into his pockets.
"... Hey, is everything alright?"
Tick, tick, tick, tick...
He could feel the steady rhythm of the pocket watch in his hand without even taking it out of his pocket to look at it. He shut his eyes, he focused on it.
Tick, tick, tick, tick...
It was strong. It was constant. It was certain. You were strong. You were constant. You were certain. This was reality, and nothing could take it away from him. But in the end, it was your voice, not the watch, that brought him back into the present.
"What's the matter? Talk to me."
"it's just... the happier i get, the more scared i feel. the more i have to lose, if..." he sighed, shaking his head.
"... The higher you are, the further you have to fall," you agreed quietly.
"... yeah." He turned back around to face you. "but it's stupid. i can't live my whole life in fear of that." He reached out and held your hands, just like earlier. "... i'm ready to start... moving..."
"... Forward in time?" you completed his phrase.
You smiled at him. He smiled back at you, reached up and tucked some of your hair behind your ear.
"yeah. forward in time. with you."
#sans#sans/reader#sans x reader#skelly boy's first kiss~#best friends to lovers#all that good shit#mod kasha
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