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txmxkis · 2 months

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can't take my eyes off you

pairing. kuroo tetsurou x gn!reader

genre. fluff

wc. 1236........

warnings. HIGHLY self indulgent as usual, basically self ship coded but hopefully still entertaining and relatable, reader has confidence/self worth issues, sappy af, almost certainly has grammar mistakes

a/n. based on me hating being photographed irl. also why is writing so fun but so scary. TENSES ARE SO HARD

“tetsurou. if you take one more goddamn picture of me, i swear i’ll—"

the sound of his phone camera capturing a picture cuts you off mid sentence, followed immediately by your huff of frustration.

"you'll what, hmm? you don't scare me."

he flashed you a big cheesy grin, all the while still pointing the camera at you. you scowl at him, ready to risk it all and attempt a lunge at his phone in order to stop this madness.

you hated having your picture taken and he knew it, but for some reason he chose to ignore that fact, as if possessed by the need to piss you off. he could be really good at that when he wanted to be.

as soon as you initiated your plan of attack, your hand getting tantalizingly close to the offending device, he pulled it just out of reach. hopelessly, you flopped back onto the bed, groaning in frustration.

“why do you hate me."

“now now. would my camera roll be full of someone i hate?"

“if you were planning to kill me, yea. besides, i dont think having hideous pictures of me is exactly helping your argument.”

he just rolled his eyes in response.

you heard the shutter sound once more while your defenses were down. the last straw.

before he had time to react, you grabbed the nearest blanket and covered your head with it, holding on tightly so that he couldn't expose you to humiliation all over again. you probably had a better chance of ruining his plans by hiding than by trying to overpower him anyway.

“hey! get back here!"

his attempts to uncover you were met with shrieks of protest and a tightened clutch on the blanket. not to mention a few wild jabs of your limbs into the air, which if he hadn't so skillfully dodged, might have hurt just a little.

“fine. time for me to look through these and admire the fruits of my labor."

you cringed at the thought of how the pictures looked. how you looked. most of them were probably blurry anyways because of the thrashing that you were doing to escape the lense, thank god.

maybe you could persuade him to get rid of them. maybe you could sneak into his phone later and delete them yourself. maybe—

“you're beautiful, you know."

all thoughts of treachery came to a screeching halt. after sitting there with your mouth open in shock for a good few seconds, you shook your head, moving the blanket with it.

“nuh uh."

“yuh huh."

“nope."

“without doubt."

his tone of finality made you want to scream your throat sore, but instead you lay there quietly, silently disagreeing with him again.

it was relatively quiet for far too long after that, with quiet cackles drifting over from the other side of the bed being the only sound you could hear from underneath your shield. presumably brought on by pictures that were extra stupid. not to mention revolting.

your thoughts were spiralling right along with your mood now, eyes almost welling up with tears, but you stubbornly pushed them back. it seemed ridiculous to get this worked up over something that wasn't necessarily that serious. kuroo was just trying to be playful and you knew that. it was hard not to feel this way, though, especially when it came to something that was such a big insecurity.

he sighed loudly, snapping you out of your head momentarily.

“can you please come out from under there? i swear the camera's not open. i put the phone down and everything.”

“liar."

“am not! i just wanna see your pretty face with my own eyes now."

you grumbled a weak protest before relenting.

“fine. but i swear if you—"

“would you just hurry up already."

“oh my god, alright."

you slowly pulled the blanket from your face, and you could see that he was telling the truth. for now at least. he was lying there right next to you, already staring, as if straight into your soul. god, you wanted to shrivel up and disappear immediately.

“it's rude to stare, you know."

“don’t care."

you felt so awkward and exposed, and the only thought in your mind now was getting out of this conversation.

you started to try and untangle yourself from the blankets and get up out of the bed, only to feel your own arm being pulled out from under you. falling back next to kuroo, you covered your face and made a noise of frustration.

the first thing you saw after pulling your hands from your face again were those amber eyes still fixed on you, a slight grin on that smackable face.

“ummmm, hello? can I leave?"

he shrugged.

“you can do whatever you want."

you tried to sit up and leave again, only to be pulled right back down next to him a second time.

“i- what's happening right now?”

“good question. i changed my mind, you don't get to leave anymore.”

you masked your face with a deadpan expression, only because you were desperately trying to avoid giving him the satisfaction of seeing you crack a smile.

“are you serious right now?"

“as the plague."

at that, you couldn't help but snort.

“and why is it that you're trapping me here?"

“i decided that you have to lie here and listen to me tell you why you're amazing."

“yea, sure, whatever you say."

“i really can make you a list if you want. although i think it would take less time to make a list of reasons why i don't like you."

“i pick that one."

“ha! nice try. hmm, now let's see... you're endlessly stubborn. quiet and standoffish with most people.”

you raised an eyebrow. maybe this wouldn't be so difficult after all.

“though still kind to everyone who deserves it. alluring. determined. passionate even when it's hard. you care so much that it's scary sometimes. ”

you avoided eye contact. okay. at this point you were starting to feel far too exposed again.

"you try way too hard to keep people at arm's length, but if they're lucky enough to be loved by you, they're taken care of whenever, wherever. you're smart, even if you don't think it's true. stunning as well as irresistible.”

when he said that, he caressed your cheek while you basically became one with the mattress.

“and so independent that it feels like you don't need me around sometimes. but also soft and gentle and giving.”

his voice had dropped almost to a whisper when he spoke those last words. at this point, your face was nearly burning off. you were almost sure that he could feel the heat radiating from you.

“okay, okay—"

“and, oh yea, did i mention beautiful? enough to be my wallpaper."

he picked up his phone and flashed it at you, a slightly blurry picture from not twenty minutes before illuminating the screen. you could tell he was proud of himself from the smug grin stretched across his face.

“you're an ass."

“come onnnnn, you love me, admit it.“

right then, your chest swelled with affection for him, so much that it felt like you could suffocate. still, you paused just long enough for him to start acting offended, before smiling softly and speaking quietly.

“yea, i really do. thank you, tetsurou.”

thank you for reading! <3 — txmxkis

#kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo tetsurou x reader #kuroo fluff #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu fluff #hq fluff #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu scenarios #hq imagines #hq drabbles #hq scenarios #what up its ya boy with more self indulgent as fuck writing #i just want him to love me into loving myself yk #anyways happy valentine's day!!!#screams and runs away #[☂] — rini writes!

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xcherryerim · 30 days

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Si tú me quisieras

(If you loved me)

Mike schmidt x Gn!reader | wc: 2.2k

“Si tú me quisieras, el amor que quisieras lo tendrías conmigo. No soy cursilera, pero si me quisieras, sería todo distinto” — Si tú me quisieras by Nia Vanie & Adrian Bello

notes: it seems like I love writing sappy stuff for Mike at 1-4 am. I didn’t really revise this so sorry if there is many mistakes or repeated words ✨ Also the lyrics in this story is the same as the one from the intro (and yes. Mike knows spanish here)

Summary: As time goes by, it becomes increasingly difficult for Mike not to hide the secrets that are troubling him. He has had enough and decides to reveal his feelings to you, his best friend.

You caught sight of Mike wearing the same shade of sage green shirt you were wearing. With a deep breath, you called out to him, "No, no! Change, please. That's too much of a coincidence!”

Mike sighed heavily, slamming the car door shut behind him. His eyes narrowed, frustration etched onto his face. "Can you give me a break? This is the only clean shirt I have left!"

Reluctantly, you let out a frustrated groan. It wasn't about the shirt or the coincidences; it was about how deeply it affected you every time he wore that particular color. But you knew pushing him further wouldn't solve anything. So instead, you relented, "Fine, fine."

Why does it matter anyway?" he asked, increasing the volume of the radio in an attempt to cover up his unease.

Your fingers tightened around the steering wheel as you tried to explain your concern. "Because people are going to think we're a couple,"

Mike couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment. He had been hoping that today would be the day when you finally noticed him in the way he wanted you to. But here he was.

“But like, we aren’t so it doesn't matter, does it?”

“I guess.” You shrugged.

You started to suggest what movie to watch at the end of the day. A little tradition you guys did after running errands together, but Mike was staring at the street, drowning in his thoughts. Did you hate the idea of dating him that much?

“No hay nada que pueda hacer que me veas, y eso me duele tanto. Y aunque tú no me quieras como yo te quiero yo te seguiré amando.” / “There's nothing I can do to make you look at me, and that breaks me. Even if you don’t love me like I love you, I'll still adore you.”

"Isn't this the song that you like, Mike?" you asked, a small smile forming on your lips.

Mike's response was quiet and subdued. "Uh, yeah."

He didn't like the song, not really. He related to it, to every verse, word, and beat. It was a reflection of his feelings, a mirror to his unspoken thoughts and emotions. The lyrics echoed through the car, resonating with both of you in different ways.

“Dicen que de amor nadie se muere, pero si este dolor es la alternativa, prefiero la muerte” / “They say no one dies out of love, but if this pain is the alternative, I rather die.”

Mike sat silently next to you, the strum of guitar strings and the singer's melodic voice echoing throughout the car. A wave of disappointment washed over him, making the atmosphere in the vehicle almost suffocating. You could sense his discomfort, but you pressed on, trying to stay focused on the road ahead.

“Te estoy amando aunque no te diga nada. Estoy guardando este secreto para mí en el fondo de mi alma. Si tú me quisieras, no perdería ni un minuto más. Me entregaría con sinceridad, si te quedas conmigo.” / “I'm loving you even if I keep quiet. I’m keeping this secret in the depths of my soul. If you loved me, I wouldn't lose another minute more. I’ll sincerely give myself to you, if you stay with me.”

…

Feeling the need to intervene, Mike quickly stepped in to assist an elderly woman who was struggling to reach for a specific medicine. "Oh, let me help with that," he said, his voice filled with genuine kindness. As he handed her the item she needed, a warm smile spread across his lips, and you couldn't help but feel proud of his compassionate nature.

The woman thanked him graciously, her eyes twinkling with gratitude. "Thank you, sweetheart," she said, her gaze shifting between you both. "You two look like a nice couple. It reminds me of when my late husband and I used to go shopping together."

A sudden flush crept up your cheeks as the weight of her words settled upon the both of you. You knew it wasn't intentional, but the implication made your heart race faster than it should. Swallowing hard, you felt the need to clarify things.

"We're not a couple," you quickly replied, your voice tinged with slight awkwardness. The heat from your blush radiated outward, an audible confession of your true feelings.

Mike smiled gently at you, his eyes dancing with a mix of mirth and sadness. "Definitely not a couple," he affirmed, a hint of longing lurking beneath the surface.

As he turned to face you, he couldn't help but notice the defensive posture you took, your arms firmly crossed over your chest. Was there pain in your eyes? No, it couldn't be. He pushed the thought aside, choosing to focus on the present moment.

"Well, you seem pretty insulted by that," he remarked casually, attempting to shift the topic away from the elephant in the room.

You raised an eyebrow, feigning offense. “What? I’m not good enough for you?” Your words were laced with humor, but the underlying emotion was undeniable. There was a yearning, a desire for something more.

Mike sighed, rubbing the back of his neck as he shook his head. "We are not having this conversation again," he stated firmly. Today, he simply couldn't muster the energy for the friendly flirtation that had become a routine between the two of you.

The innocent, fun activity of grocery shopping quickly transformed into something far more uncomfortable between the two of you. The mood had shifted dramatically, leaving behind a heavy silence that seemed to grow more oppressive with every passing second.

Mike could no longer mask his emotions – his face bore the unmistakable signs of anger, complete with furrowed eyebrows and heavy breathing. His movements became more forceful as he tossed items into the cart, each action an expression of the tumultuous emotions churning within him.

Unable to bear the tension any longer, you hesitantly asked, "Are you alright?" The question hung in the air, seemingly adding fuel to the fire. The guilt you felt for asking it gnawed at your insides, knowing that you might have only exacerbated the situation.

Mike glared at you, his dark eyes flashing with hurt and resentment. At that moment, he couldn't bring himself to answer your question.

As you tried to find a way to bridge the gap, you couldn't help but wonder if this was truly the last straw in maintaining the delicate balance of your friendship. For years, the two of you had shared laughter, tears, and dreams, but now you stood on the precipice of something unfamiliar and uncertain.

…

To lighten the mood, you attempted a weak joke, "Where else, boss?" but it fell flat in the wake of the tension between the two of you.

Mike provided a terse response, focusing on giving directions to Walmart without acknowledging your attempt at humor. "I need to get a few things for Abby, she's doing a project for school," he said, buckling his seatbelt.

Attempting to ignore the growing discord, you asked, "Oh, are there any close by?" and started the car, navigating the streets according to the directions Mike had given you. However, your nerves got the better of you, and you found yourself missing turns and getting lost.

Each error only served to fuel the fire. Mike's frustration grew with every misstep, a slow burn that threatened to consume the both of you. And then, finally, it boiled over. "Left, I said fucking left!" he shouted, his voice cracking with the strain of holding back his emotions.

"My fucking god. Can you drive?"

Stung by his harsh words, you couldn't help but retaliate. "What the hell is your problem? Why are you suddenly acting like a bitch?" Angry tears pricked at your eyes, the frustration of the day taking its toll on your composure.

His eyes locked onto yours, the transit stretching on as he struggled to find the right words. Finally, he snapped, "Because you're terrible at driving!" It was a feeble excuse, an attempt to deflect from the real issue that loomed between you.

Your heart sank as you demanded answers, pleading with him to reveal the truth. "I'm not stupid, Mike. Tell me what is it!"

Mike's jaw clenched tightly, his mind racing as he tried to find the words to articulate his thoughts. But the harder he tried, the more elusive the truth seemed to become. The weight of the question pressed down upon him, threatening to crush the fragile foundation of their friendship.

Finally, he posed the question that hung between him like a cloud. "Do you hate the idea of being with me?" His heart pounded in your chest, waiting for your response, fear and hope to battle within him.

"What? Am I disgusting to you? Is it because I don't have a set job? Why?"

The weight of those words hung heavily between you, the car falling silent except for the hum of the engine. In that moment, everything felt on the line – your friendship, your future, and the truth that had been bubbling under the surface for so long.

"I never said that," you responded, your voice shaking with hurt and confusion. You grasped for some semblance of control amidst the chaos of your emotions.

"Well, you don't have to!" Mike declared, his voice wavering. Years of unspoken feelings finally burst forth, spilling out in a torrent of raw honesty. "We've avoided this for years. We're not friends!" The accusation hung in the air.

Mike recounted memories that flooded your minds, moments shared between the two of you that transcended the boundaries of friendship. "Holding hands at IKEA? Almost kissing? Showering together and almost having shower sex?"

With a bitter laugh, Mike snarled, "Friends, my balls. We're more than that, and we've been avoiding the truth for too long. It's time to face it."

"I just didn't know you liked me..." you reply, your voice barely above a whisper. The weight of the truth bore down on you, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of relief mixed with the overwhelming emotions that threatened to consume you.

Mike's eyes softened, and for a moment, the tension between you seemed to dissipate. "I've liked you for a long time," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I was scared to say anything, scared of losing you as a friend."

The car fell silent once more, the hum of the engine the only sound that broke the heavy silence. At that moment, the two of you sat there, grappling with the new reality that had been laid bare between you. The path forward was uncertain, but one thing was clear – the friendship you had cherished for so long has now changed.

Mike sighed deeply, attempting to gather his thoughts and steady his escalating emotions. "I understand if you don't want to ever see me again," he murmured, his tone filled with a combination of regret and resignation. Despite the turmoil, he reached out and gripped your hand tightly, a silent plea for understanding.

"But, if that is the case," he continued, his voice catching in his throat, "at least let me kiss you... for the first and last time." The request hung in the air, heavy with the implication of finality.

You felt your body tremble at his words, a mix of excitement and fear coursing through you. The prospect of sharing this intimate moment with Mike, the one person you'd always cared for, both thrilled and terrified you.

"I don't want to die without knowing what it feels like to kiss you," he said, his voice filled with a mix of longing and desperation. The weight of the moment bore down on both of you, the unspoken emotions finally giving voice.

"And you won't have to," you whispered, desperation mingling with determination in your voice. Without another word, you leaned in, closing the distance between you until your lips met his in a searing kiss that echoed the years of longing that had built up between you.

Mike hesitated for only a moment before responding, his arms wrapping around you as the passion of the moment took hold. The weight of the past years melted away, replaced by the intensity of the present. For once, the uncertainty that had plagued your friendship was gone, replaced instead by the electric connection that had always been there, hiding just beneath the surface.

As the kiss lingered, you began to realize that this was not the end, but the beginning of a new chapter for you both. The path forward may be fraught with uncertainty, but you were ready to face it together, finally embracing the love that had grown between you.

Fin, Hope you enjoyed! I just wanted to write more than smut 😪

#mike schmidt #mike schmidt x you #mike schmidt fanfic #mike schmidt angst #mike schmidt headcanons #mike schmidt fnaf #mike schmidt x reader #mike schimdt x reader #mike schimdt smut #mike schmidt smut #mike schimdt x you #mike schmidt x y/n #mike schmidt x gn!reader #gender neutral reader

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teriuss · 10 months

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hello, i love ur writing so muchh! do u mind if i request about buster bros with reader that easily flustered? thank you!

thank you, love! that sounds so cute 🥺🥺🩵

Buster Bros!!! x Easily Flustered Reader

cw: slightly suggestive in jiro's part

Ichiro

It's what attracted him to you. He loved how easy it was to turn you red from something as simple as him running his hand through your hair.

Calls you Anpan-chan when you blush, because of how red your cheeks and nose get. (damn otaku)

He loves PDA, but understands it can sometimes be difficult with how embarrassing it is for you. That won't stop him from innocently holding your hand to make you trip over yourself hehe.

He writes music for you. It's always so sappy and cute, it makes you turn into a puddle of emotions.

The time he was as flustered as you was your first kiss. He took you on a date to a small cafe, one that had your favourite pastries. He had called beforehand to ask the staff to draw a heart on your food, and when it was brought out, Ichiro was covering half his face in embarrassment. You sat there in awe, not knowing what to do but stare at him. Your face felt so hot and no words could form.

"I, um, wanted to take you out today to tell you that I love you..."

He reaches over and kisses you softly. You're quietly screaming in the kiss, it was so cute, so romantic. But everyone who was in the cafe was watching!! It felt like a cloud of steam was about to come out of you. You pulled away to see he was the same.

Jiro

Does anything and everything to embarrass you.

Hand holding, sneaky kisses, laying an arm around you. All in public, by the way. You punched him when he brought you home.

"Haha, but you're so cute when you're shy..!"

He's very romantic in private, much to your torture. He kisses the knuckles on your hands with a tenderness you can tell he only reserves for you.

When this happens, it's so hard to look him in the eye. It's almost unbelievable that someone from Buster Bros! holds so much love in his heart for you! You hide your face in your hands.

He's still holding your hands, though. He's able to easily move them away and plant a sweet kiss on your face.

One time, you walked in on him watching an ero anime. You couldn't look him in the eye for days. What is up with that!

He ended up doing things to make you unable to talk to him without stuttering.

Saburo

Oh you think you're easily flustered? Check this out.

Who confessed first? Probably you.

You two barely spoke, so when you left a letter asking to meet after school in his desk, he had no idea it was going to be you.

The confession was an absolute disaster. No one could look each other in the eyes, someone tripped. Lots of uh's and um's. But it was perfect anyways. He accepted.

You two text more than you call, which works for both of you. Everything is new and embarrassing.

The first time he held your hand was when he walked you home for the first time. Your hand was sweaty, his was cold. So, so gross. But it was magical.

He began to hold your hand more often, which had your face a tomato the whole time. You so badly wanted to kiss him, but you were so flustered just having his hand touch yours. What would happen if his lips did? You might die!

Well, you didn't die. It was awkward, though. Your first kiss had too much teeth. But it was so you. You both were identical in redness and stammering madly.

#hypnosis mic #buster bros #hypnosis mic x reader #hypmic x reader #ichiro yamada #ichiro yamada x reader #jiro yamada #jiro yamada x reader #saburo yamada #saburo yamada x reader

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scarlet4rose · 1 year

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the ex-boyfriend, pt.2

Jess Mariano x reader

story: you’re dating Jess. when you two happen to meet your ex-boyfriend, Jess gets jealous (requested)

note: make sure to read part 1 first

(pt.1 => https://at.tumblr.com/scarlet4rose/the-ex-boyfriend/8kfcu3d4rj0t )

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Jess stares at him in shock, "We?" he repeats. "We gotta go watch the movie??!" "Yeah, that's what I said" Tyler replies harshly, "Do you have some kind of hearing problem?" Jess frowns, "Do you have some kind of consciousness problem?"

Tyler shifts back a bit "no clue what you' re talking about" he says with a snide smile.

Jess draws you a little closer, "Y/N and I were going to watch a movie today, just the two of us, all romantic and sappy and stuff. This wasn't supposed to be one of those double date affairs. What exactly don't you understand about that?”

"Oh, I understand just fine," Tyler blurts out, "but you don't seem to understand that my girlfriend and I were gonna do the exact same thing. That's not against the law, is it? Are you trying to tell me what I can and can’t do or what? You would never have been at the movies just the two of you anyway, unless you rented out the whole place for yourselves, have you? No? Did you, Jesse?”

"It' s Jess," Jess says between clenched teeth.

"Whatever," Tyler comments, "Either way, I'm right and everyone knows it."

"Oh yeah?" Jess counters again, his gaze unwavering "And what about Miss Girlfriend over here? Why doesn't she say anything anymore? and wasn't the only thing she said that she didn't even want to go to the movies?"

you snap out of your trance "Jess," you say in a slightly admonishing tone and look at your boyfriend reprovingly. Immediately his expression softens and he lowers his head the moment you address him, "Leave Chelsea out of this. She hasn't done anything wrong."

"What?" Tyler shoots out, "But I didn't do anything wrong either, Y/N" Tyler looks at you intensely and you can' t think of anything to say, as startled as Tyler seems to be. His gaze makes you feel uneasy. What on earth does he want from you anyway? You lean against Jess' side and his arm tightens around you. "Hey, don't look at her like that," Jess demands as he gives him a scowl again.

Tyler groans and turns to Jess "Oh great, you really are trying to tell me what I can and can't do, I see".

"Only if you act like a real ass, Tyler. After all, someone has to stop that if apparently you are unable to do so yourself..."

You can see that Tyler is on the verge of losing his temper. But he seems to catch himself and squints his eyes instead "Well, I'd rather be an ass than the goddamn wisenheimer you are."

"You would?" Jess seems a bit amused, not believing a word of what your former boyfriend is saying. The hint of a triumphant smile plays on his lips. Then Chelsea suddenly speaks up again

"So... are we gonna go to the movie theater or not? I guess I didn't really understand the whole thing...”

"No, you got it all right. We should really get going," Tyler throws a provocative look at Jess, "to the movie theater”

You feel Jess tense up again. So, you quickly interject "Alright, we're running a little late anyway"

"By now" Jess adds, looking down snidely. "Come on now, let's go" you mutter, pulling Jess along with you "We were perfectly on time till we got held up, you know that don't you?" Jess whispers in your ear as you walk down the street. Tyler and Chelsea follow close behind, embracing.

"Yeah...I know. But don't harp on it" you whisper back. Jess sighs "Well, if it makes you feel better… "

You smile to yourself "It does. Thanks, Jess "

You tilt your head and kiss him on the cheek. Jess can barely hide his grin and glances at you out of the corner of his eye as he smirks. Everything could have been so great, but...

"Wow, I'm so excited to see this movie!" Tyler announces, walking a little faster and appearing right by your side, "I've heard so many cool things about it. They say it's crazy awesome, right? And... uh, so touching and emotional".

Jess can't hold on to himself and lets out a short, contemptuous laugh.

"Oh, who would have thought! You got a problem again? Ya don't like the fact that Y/N and I have the same taste in movies?" Tyler raises his eyebrow.

"Oh, no, it’s not like that at all," Jess says in a gushing, sarcastic tone, "I just think it's kind of funny that you'd describe a movie about a future where people aren't allowed to feel emotions as particularly emotional. And by the way: I chose the movie".

Tyler gives you a puzzled look "you guys watch a movie like that on a date?"

you smile apologetically "Well, a movie where no one shows their feelings, that's just the right thing for Jess."

"That's not true" Jess mumbles a little hurt "I'm not like that anymore" He pulls you towards him and gives you a quick kiss on the lips.

You feel the butterflies in your stomach going crazy, but you try to stay collected. "I guess you're right" you agree before you then bust out laughing "But you can't deny you really wanted to go see the movie with me"

"Yeah maybe, but the important part is I wouldn’t wanna go see it with anyone else" he replies gooey as he can't take his eyes off you.

"A movie about numb and emotionless pseudo human mutants, very sweet of you Jess," you reply jokingly, still grinning.

"Well, that’s just the way I am," he agrees with sarcastic pride and a smile that makes your heart beat faster.

"Real sweet" Tyler mimics you and shakes his head "I for one would have picked an actually sweet movie"

"oh yeah?" Jess' expression darkens "And what movie are you headed to right now? Same one we are, aren't you? And who are you taking there? Your girlfriend, right. Kind of like I am taking mine. So, do me a favor and shut the hell up."

"not gonna argue with you again" Tyler claims

"not gonna argue with you either" Jess shrugs "man.... I'm just telling it like it is. Sorry if you can’t take that"

“The truth I can take! But I won’t take your bullshit, Jesse!”

You roll your eyes. Tyler being right beside you grows more and more annoying as he obviously doesn’t know what he’s talking about and can’t respect a thing of what anyone is saying. You still don't understand what exactly he intends to achieve with all this. Then, all of a sudden, you finally see the lights of the movie theater in the distance.

"Oh, there’s the movie theater already," you call out to change the subject. Immediately you double your steps and pull Jess along with you.

At the box office, you ask for two tickets to Equilibrium. You thought you were going to pay for your ticket yourself, but then Jess takes out his wallet in a hurry.

"Jess, you don't have to do that" you mumble, but Jess gives you a determined look

"Well, I want to, Y/N. After all, what else did I work my way up to employee of the month at Walmart for??"

You can't help but laugh brightly and lean your head against Jess' side. He tugs you closer and gives you a heartfelt kiss before he has to pull away from you again in order to hand the money to the girl at the register. After the two of you, it's Tyler and Chelsea's turn at the box office.

"Two tickets to the same movie," Tyler says, rummaging in the pockets of his jacket. The girl at the cash register frowns, "which movie?"

Tyler looks at her with wide eyes "Well, …the same movie that the two who were just here bought tickets to.”

Jess leans over and whispers in your ear "we might have some luck coming our way after all" You giggle and Jess looks at you, he seems entirely enamored.

At the box office, the girl is still looking at Tyler in confusion "which movie?" she repeats. Tyler stammers something until Chelsea appears to blow her stack. "That damn Equi something movie I never heard of before!"

"Equilibrium?" asks the girl at the box office.

Tyler's face brightens, "Yeah, that's the one!"

"Damn it," Jess curses under his breath right next to you, “I got no luck whatsoever. Who would have guessed…”

"Hey, but you've got me," you remark, tilting your head.

Jess sighs, "Who knows for how long..." he mumbles and looks to the ground. "What did you say?" you ask, caught off guard. You aren't too sure if you heard Jess correctly. And in case you did... he can't be serious, can he?

"Oh, nothing," Jess replies, kissing you softly before putting his arm around you again and taking you towards the auditorium. You glance up at him with concern, "Are you all right, Jess?"

He avoids your gaze: "Yeah, everything's fine" But you don't believe him.

You suspect he's worried about Tyler, even though you know that's complete nonsense. You couldn't care less about Tyler, you know you never loved him anyway. You had only been with him out of convenience and had broken up with him as soon as you realized it. Tyler hadn't seemed hurt at the time, in fact, it used to feel like he could barely remember your name. But now that someone else was taking you out, he deluded himself into thinking he had the right to be jealous. You were actually pretty good at tuning Tyler out, but Jess didn't seem to be as good at it.

Jess and you find your seats and then sit down next to each other. You notice that Jess has become rather quiet, probably out of worry and insecurity, so you put your head on his shoulder to ease his mind a bit.

And indeed, it takes mere seconds and you hear him breathe a sigh of relief, "Y/N," Jess begins, turning his head to you, "I know I was foolish enough to choose a movie about people who don't feel anything and so on.... but I do have feelings, feelings for you, you know?"

"I know," you whisper, lifting your head to look at Jess' face. Hesitantly, Jess leans in and begins to kiss you. You close your eyes and return the kiss, more and more, for longer and longer. Jess deepens his kiss feeling like he never wants to have to be without you, there's something longing about it. You start to lose yourself in your emotions, only thinking about how much you love Jess beyond measure. And then-

"Hey, Y/N," Tyler's voice comes from behind you. It sounds like a shrill alarm bell to you. Hastily albeit reluctantly, you end the kiss and face your ex-boyfriend, increasingly annoyed.

"I brought you some of your favorite popcorn. I know just how much you love it" Tyler shoves a large bucket of popcorn into your arms. You look up at him in surprise.

"Well," Tyler flashes a satisfied grin before adding in a provocative tone, "it’s really no problem, ya know? I'm sure if your current boyfriend knew you as well as I do, he would have done the same."

Suddenly Jess jumps up from his seat, visibly upset. "All right, that's it!" he shoots out. Jess scowls at Tyler, but Tyler glares back sternly, "Huh? What's the matter, pal?"

You try to reach for Jess' hand to pull him back down to you, but his hands are clenched into fists and he firmly shakes off your touch. He’s infuriated.

"Let's settle this outside the door," Jess then announces, gesturing toward the exit with a barely perceptible nod, never taking his eyes off Tyler.

"Yes, please do it already!" some male voice shouts a few rows behind you, "The movie's about to start and I paid way too much for the tickets!" God, the entire situation is more than embarrassing to you, but neither Tyler nor Jess seem to notice how ridiculous they are acting.

"Gladly" Tyler eventually says addressing Jess, his death stare still lingering "I know how to handle those kinds of things like a real man".

"That would be news to me!" Jess claims and tenses his shoulder muscles. He's about to take a step forward but you quickly and out of reflex jump up out of your seat, "Stop it! Now! Your behavior does not resemble that of two ‘real men’, but rather that of two real toddlers!"

"Oh, you shut up, Y/N! You've never understood a thing about stuff like this," Tyler throws at you.

You look at him aghast: "Excuse me?!"

"Hey, leave my girlfriend out of this!" Jess sternly demands.

"But she’s what this is all about, isn't she? Am I right? And by the way; that used to be my girlfriend!" Tyler states through clenched teeth

"Yeah, I guess she was," Jess replies, angrier than ever. "But the emphasis is on used to be. This also used to be a nice evening! And this used to be a free country too, where you could invite your girlfriend to the movies on a Friday night without being terrorized and stalked by her fucking insignificant ex-boyfriend!"

You suck in your breath and tense up. Tyler tilts his head. But then he solely chuckles and teases,

"Do I scare you, Jesse?"

“Jess, don’t” you manage to bring out, but before you know it, Jess shoots out and lunges at Tyler. Then all the lights in the auditorium go out and the film begins to flicker across the screen.

"What the-" you utter as your eyes adjust to the darkness while you hear Jess and Tyler's suppressed curses coming from the floor.

You listen as Jess - or maybe Tyler - throws a punch and the other one of the boys groans with pain.

"Guys, stop it," you scream out hysterically. You don’t want Jess to get hurt, he’s been through enough. God, if only he would have contained himself for just a little longer, everything would have been fine and you could have averted your attention away from Tyler’s mean remarks to instead focus on the movie on screen.

"Guys, please," you beg, but all you can make out are their wrestling outlines on the ground, "Jess, please listen to me," but he doesn't respond to you.

"I thought you were going to settle this outside the door!" the man's voice a few rows behind you chimes in again, " Seemed like a smart idea to me! So why don't you put it into practice, huh!?"

Then other voices in the theater start to barge in "Hey, what's going on over there?" shouts one. "Are those two idiots fighting?" another. And "don't those jerks realize the movie's already started?" Yeah, that' s what you're wondering, too, you think to yourself.

"You scumbag, if you look at Y/N one more time..." Jess threatens, still on the ground.

"... then she for sure will run into my arms, yeah I know that!" retorts Tyler short of breath, lashing out at Jess, "And you know it, too! And that’s what drives you crazy!"

More punches and fists are thrown.

"Jess, don't listen to him," you yell into the fray. You feel completely powerless and utterly miserable, what could you possibly do to stop all this? The entire evening has been ruined long ago anyway, but the fight between Jess and Tyler makes things even worse.

A sudden ray of light illuminates the dark movie theater, as the door to the auditorium is promptly pushed open. A muscle-bound man followed by a woman, who must have left the auditorium earlier to bring the aforementioned man, appear in the doorway, their silhouettes standing out starkly against the glistening background.

"All right boys, break it up!" shouts the man in black uniform " security service here! I want both of you to stand up! Did you hear me?!"

And indeed- Tyler and Jess stop punching each other and get up off the ground. In the dim light of the movie screen, you recognize Jess’ hunched over body, his face filled with shame.

"Both of you out of here, now!" the security guard demands, as he points to the door. Staring down at their feet, Tyler and Jess leave the theater. You can't help feeling saddened by the sight of your boyfriend walking away. He doesn't even turn around to meet your gaze.

Then the security guard’s eyes and attention land on Chelsea and you, "That also goes for the two of you! I suppose it's your fault, anyway..."

"I didn't do anything," Chelsea quickly interjects, looking innocently up at the man in uniform standing right in front of you.

Indignantly you take a sharp breath, "I actually didn't do anything either!”

"I couldn't care less about who didn't do anything ever or today or not or maybe or who will never do it again. I’ve heard it all before!" the broad-built man declares, gesturing once again at the still-open door, "Now both of you get out!"

"Alright, alright..." mumbles Chelsea, walking past the guard.

You step as carefully as you can over the large amount of spilled popcorn to your feet and follow her meekly, not daring to lift your gaze and look the angered guard in the eye.

Once you too have left your row of seats, the security guard joins you and closes the door to the movie theater behind you. Inside the hall, you begin to look around for Jess, but you can't find him anywhere.

The security guard catches your glimpse. "My co-worker took the boys outside the building." You nod nervously and bite your lower lip. After all, you do feel a little guilty.

The guard clears his throat, "And just so we're clear, not only the boys, but also you two have been banned from the movie theater for the time being."

"What?!" Chelsea and you simultaneously shout out in bewilderment. You can hardly believe it. Yes, maybe you said you felt a little guilty, not that guilty.

"But we weren’t the ones to get into a fight" Chelsea clarifies, tossing her hair over her shoulder.

"Right, we would never engage in such violent activity," you agree, but the security guard remains merciless.

"I've had it with you kids," he says in a stern voice, "just leave the theater right now," the security guy then sighs, "arguing with me won't change the head of the theater's decision anyway."

you tilt your head pensively. yeah, he's probably right, you figure. Besides, bickering around in here while wasting your time won't get you any closer to Jess.

You look over at Chelsea and she returns your expression. She nods at you, and you turn back to the broad-shouldered man. "All right, we understand. Have a good evening, sir”.

"We won't cause you any more trouble," Chelsea adds, and the two of you force a polite smile.

The security guard doesn't bat an eye. Instead, he blurts out, "I sure hope so!"

"Jeez, let's go," you whisper into Chelsea's ear, and the two of you turn on your heels and run for the exit.

Just before you leave the entrance hall, you once again look over at Chelsea. "Hey, Chelsea..." you begin hesitantly, "I'm really sorry about how the evening went. Especially for you. I mean, Tyler couldn't have been more of a bad boyfriend to you..."

Chelsea sighs heavily "Well, I guess I should have known. He had only asked me out yesterday, you know? and I was dumb enough to say yes," she smiles slightly, but it appears to be one of sadness, "I've had a crush on Tyler for a while, I guess he knew that. He must have also known you guys were going out tonight. I'm sure he heard you talking about it yesterday at school"

"Yeah, that figures" you agree looking down a little embarrassed.

"Well, there's nothing to be done about it," Chelsea says, sounding less than optimistic, "I should have walked right off when Tyler was running around the streets like a maniac. When he was dragging me along and not wanting to tell me what he was looking for. Or who. Cause he, of course, was looking for you guys. And yeah, unfortunately he ended up finding you"

"Oh Chelsea, I'm so sorry" is all you can think of to say, but at least it's the truth.

"Don't be. Be happy that you have such a great boyfriend" she says and you feel yourself blushing "Yeah, I guess I am a very lucky girl..."

Chelsea sighs once again, "I think he's really in love with you. I can tell by the look in his eyes. He looks at you all gentle and soft, which is really not like him at all. But apparently, he allows himself to be that way when he's with you"

Suddenly you feel your throat tightening, and you are unable to utter a single word. You desperately want to see Jess, you really need to talk to him.

"All right," Chelsea smiles mildly and raises her hand as a goodbye gesture as soon as you've reached the exit. "I guess this is where we part ways"

"Yeah, take care" you mutter and give her a genuine smile "See you at school on Monday" you call after her before she turns and walks away, disappearing into the darkness of the evening.

You hastily avert your gaze and look around for Jess. "Jess?" you call out into obscurity. A shadow stirs on the outside wall of the movie theater. "Jess?" you repeat.

And there he is.

Out of the darkness and into the light of the movie billboards steps your boyfriend, Jess. He looks bleakly into your face, "Y/N, I'm sorry about what happened today and that I-" you rush into his arms and kiss him passionately on the lips.

As you end the kiss, you look into Jess' eyes, showing off your widest grin. Jess however seems to remain unsettled and furrows his brow, as he looks down at you lying in his arms, "So you're not mad at me?"

you can’t help but laugh “Well, yes I am a little mad” Jess tenses up and you can feel his heart skip a beat. “Oh, Jess, calm down” you rush to tell him, smiling in assurance, “I’m mad at Tyler, Jess. I’m not mad at you”

Jess can’t believe his ears and hugs you to him “God, I’m so relieved! I thought you were thinking about breaking up with me or something…” Jess mumbles into your hair while he has you pulled close. Gently you break away from his embrace. “You didn’t let me finish”, you add.

Jess’ smile dies down in a heartbeat. Quickly you put your hand to his cheek reassuringly “Oh God, Jess, you really don’t need to worry, I’m not gonna leave you, I never could”

“Well, I guess then you’ll have to deal with me for the rest of your life, cause I’m not letting go of you either, Y/N” Jess blurts out and looks at you, almost as in a trance.

With an impish grin, you tilt your head "The whole thing sure has scared you quite a bit, hm? You don't usually say things like that to me”

Jess swallows hard "Maybe I need to tell you more often. So that you don't run away from me. Or so you don't think I don't want you and would give you away to someone like Tyler" His gaze hardens, "Because I would never … I could never do that, you know?"

You sigh and see the flicker in his dark eyes "What makes you think I would want to be with Tyler anyway?"

Jess turns his eyes to the ground "Well, you used to be with him," he grits his teeth and clenches his jaw, "Even though it's pretty tough for me to admit that, I gotta say."

"Jess, I only dated him for such a short amount of time," you try to catch his gaze, "I don't even remember what made me do it. And besides... I always knew I never loved him"

Jess immediately lifts his head and looks into your eyes "Does that mean you..?" he begins but then breaks off and bites his lip instead. "Yeah, Jess," you get out, "I've been thinking about it all evening. On the way to the movies. At the movies..."

"Even during that fight?" Jess inquires cautiously.

You can't help smiling, "Nah, probably not then" You chuckle briefly, before your voice turns serious again. "But aside from that, always. I always thought about it. And I don't just think about it, I actually know that I…" you take a deep breath, "I love you, Jess."

Jess blinks twice before your words reach his ears, his head, his heart. He pulls you to him as hard as he can, wraps his arms around your waist and kisses you with all the love he otherwise tries to hide from you. He thinks it would make him seem weak, but he knows your love makes him feel incredibly strong. He kisses you as if he had never done it before but waited a lifetime for the chance.

You carefully break away from him and look him in the eyes, happily yet a little shyly. "So you believe me?" you ask in a low voice.

"I want to so much" Jess is almost whispering and nods.

"And don't you want to tell me something too?" you ask, a wry smile on your face.

Finally, Jess's expression begins to loosen a bit. "Not necessarily, no. I think you already know that I..." Jess pauses for a moment and briskly looks down, before turning his eyes back to yours, "that I love you a lot, Y/N. Maybe even too much"

You laugh and have a big smile on your face "Jess, I can't believe you're saying this to me! I'm so incredibly happy" You lean against him and rest your head on his chest.

He smirks a little confused. "Don't you think it’s a little embarrassing? Am I not kind of … well, embarrassing myself?"

You frown "What would you need to be embarrassed about?"

"Hm" Jess takes a deep breath and exhales "I mean the whole love declaration thing. Don't I sort of embarrass myself with that? I kinda feel like I do, you know"

You raise your head and look at him with serious eyes "Jess, how does it feel to hear that I love you?"

He leans in and kisses you on the cheek "I wanna hear it again and again. And I wish I could tell everyone"

"See?" You smile at him "I feel the same way. The last thing I'm thinking about is you embarrassing yourself" You start to grin "And besides, shouldn't you be more concerned about having embarrassed yourself in your fight with Tyler. Because that I did find embarrassing"

"Come on, now don't remind of that," Jess rolls his eyes and pulls away from you. He then raises his eyebrows provocatively and smirks, "Although I technically won the fight"

"Oh yeah?" you look up at him amused.

"Absolutely" he pulls you back towards him, "After all, I'm the one who' s with you"

You wrap your arms around his neck and lean in for another kiss. Time stands still once again, and you feel Jess' touch make you forget everything. the movie theater behind you, the events of the evening, everything, except that you love Jess and he loves you.

You move away from him a little, "let's go home," you say softly

Jess nods "All right. We can go see the movie some other time anyway.”

You begin to laugh inevitably, "But not in this theater."

Jess looks at you a bit questioningly. Wide-eyed, you look back at him "Jess, we're banned from this place for the time being. You "won" that too with your stupid fight."

"Oh, that's right," Jess scratches the back of his head sheepishly, "I guess I kind of forgot about that."

"well, it’s fine" you lean against his side, "I wasn't that keen on the movie anyway"

"you're not keen on watching a movie about callous human mutants who kill each other with no remorse whatsoever with your boyfriend on your Friday night date?" Jess voice drips with irony and you chuckle softly "well, when you put it that way..."

You both laugh slightly before Jess puts his arm around you and eventually says "I think it's really time to go now. Loitering outside a movie theater we are banned from is probably not the best idea."

Slowly, the two of you begin to walk off in the direction of Luke's Diner, pondering your thoughts. The evening may not have gone as planned, but at least this way you got to hear Jess say those three words. Who would have thought that an evening full of arguments, ex-boyfriends, bickering, accusations and movie theater bans would somehow still come to such a happy ending?

_____the end______

note 2: I’m sorry for the wait, I hope you guys were still able to enjoy the story

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cloudcountry · 1 year

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beautiful

SUMMARY: Cater has seen you a million times before, but he managed to fall in love with you all over again.

CHARACTER: Cater Diamond.

WARNINGS: None!!

COMMENTS: SOFT CATER SOFTCATER SOFT CATERGFJEH DHSKJSDGKF ANYWAYS UH the prompt I used was "Start or end your story with a character noticing the beauty in something they've seen hundreds of times."

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You were just getting ready for bed. That’s all there was to it. Sure, your hair was slightly tousled in a way that nobody but him had ever seen, and maybe your pajamas were cute and maybe, just maybe watching you brush your teeth wasn’t exactly the most normal thing he could be doing, but Cater couldn’t help it.

He’d seen you before, ready for the school day and heading off to classes. He’d seen you fight a few Overblots which was amazing and he thought you were gorgeous when you were determined like that, and he’d seen you slip and fall on some ice after it snowed and the pathways were frozen. He’d seen you through your highs and lows and when you were absolutely radiant and when you weren’t feeling your best at all.

But nothing in his little box of memories of you could compete with how you looked now.

“This is so stupid.” he thought, smashing his face into his pillow as he gazed over the top at you, cheeks suddenly aflame, “Why is it like I’m seeing them for the first time?”

You were so pretty. You were just so captivating and he didn’t understand why he was suddenly down horrendous for you when it was so easy to be casual around you before, but Cater could only watch as you washed off your toothbrush and turned to face him.

No amount of acting natural would have been able to hide how sappy he looked right now.

“...Cater?” you asked, tilting your head as you searched his eyes, “Is everything okay?”

“You’re so gorgeous.” he blurted, squeezing his pillow even tighter, “I won’t ever get enough of looking at you.”

You looked taken aback, a flicker of embarrassment passing over your face before you smiled, and Cater could have passed away right then and been happy.

“I think you’re gorgeous too, Cater.” you hummed, approaching him quicker than he was ready for, “The prettiest boy ever.”

He wanted to choke out that no, he meant that you were the most lovely thing he had ever seen and that nobody could ever, ever be as beautiful as you to him, but you took a strand of his hair in between your fingers and let it fall. The strand brushing against his burning cheek as you stared at him with so much love that Cater couldn’t speak through his parted lips, and he knew you’d stolen the breath from his lungs once again.

#auburn's fics <3 #drabbles <3 #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #disney twst x reader #twst x reader #cater diamond propaganda #cater x reader #cater diamond x reader #cater diamond fluff #soft cater diamond!!!!!!!!!!

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givemearock · 2 years

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Cuddling with the Stranger Things Party

Here’s the follow up to my other post :) ALSO about my other post thank you so much for the positive reception on it !! It made my day :)) and so sorry if there are any typos I’m posting this later at night so my brain isn’t fully there

(disclaimer if you’re above the age of 18 please do not insert yourself they’re all kids idc how old the actors are the characters are minors don’t be gross ty)

In order- Dustin, Lucas, Will, Mike, Eleven, and Max

Dustin

He would either say no or hold on the first time so he could ask Steve for advice before saying yes

At first he would follow everything Steve said to the point where it’d be a little awkward because it seems too methodical, but eventually, his natural fluffiest would take over

Would end up admitting everything because he feels guilty for some reason

“Dustin, are you ok?” “Yeah,” “Are you su-” “Ok no! You beat it out of me! I asked Steve for advice and I’m using it wrong and it’s weird-”

After that blows over he’d get cozy and start talking about all the stuff he’s working on

However if you moved even at all it would throw him off completely and he’d have to start over

“The circuits on that one actually didn’t-” *you move* “??” “You can keep talking” “Ok um, ???”

He’ll get tired from talking and fall asleep mid-sentence like no slow down or anything he’ll just stop and suddenly he’s sleeping

He sleeps like a rock too so good luck waking him up

10/10, comfortable and you get to hear about his science project (you might get stapled to a couch tho)

Lucas

A little weirded out but he says yes because he feels a little honored that you asked him

Pats his lap like a mom before giving you a big hug

He will do everything in his power to make you comfortable because ironically one of his biggest fears is making people uncomfortable around him

He’ll get irrationally happy and will probably start saying some really sappy things regardless of what you’re saying

“Yeah, that’s the first time I ever had a milkshake” “Milkshakes are great, this is great”

“Then I found a moth” “Moths are so fun, this is so fun”

Might make a few jabs at you but in a joking way, but he’ll apologize anyway just in case you overthink it

“Yeah but you’re annoying :)” “Oh lol” “It was a joke, I’m kidding, I’m sO SORRY!”

Not in a weird way but he’s very warm

If you start talking he has a strange way of getting you to open up about things out of the blue and since he’s really supportive it all works out

“Yeah that hurt me a lot” “Well it seems you’re working through it, and I’m proud of you for that”

It’s very sweet

10/10, he’s warm and happy, a win win situation

Will

Like Lucas, he’s excited that you asked him but so much so that he’ll ask you to repeat yourself

tried to hide his excitement so he doesn’t come off as weird

Will pretty much move however you do so he doesn't ‘do something wrong’ as he’d say

Nervous x100

Assumes every movement you make is because you’re uncomfortable but tells himself to ignore it

You’ll probably have to verbally reassure him for him to finally calm down

If he ever does get comfortable he’ll probably still be hesitant to talk about things so you’d probably have to ask questions to get him to talk

“Yeah it was fun, but yeah why don’t you tell me about your campaign” “Oh! Uh, ok!”

His eyes would light up and like Johnathan, he’d slowly hug you tighter without thinking as he goes on

You end up having a sweet time he isn’t fidgety anymore

He might get teary if he gets a little too happy because he does that

He gets really touchy when he’s happy and therefore more cuddly so that’s good

After he starts talking however he will not stop talking and next thing you know you’ve been there for over two hours listening to him talk

10/10, once he get over being nervous he’s very enjoyable

Mike

He would be really weirded out by you asking but he would end up saying yes but the interaction would be really awkward

“Mike, do you wanna cuddle with me?” “What? Why are you asking me?” “Idk I just wanted to” “That's weird, but ok”

Too edgy 4 you

It would be beyond awkward at the start because it would seem like he genuinely did not want to be there but then you’d realize how he actually feels once you ask

“Do you want me to go?” “We’re already here and you’ve already taken my time.” “It’s really ok we can stop.” “It’s fine!” “Mike, really I’ll just move.” “No, we’re comfortable so just stay! I’m having fun, is that what you wanted me to say?”

Will feel embarrassed for admitting he actually enjoys something

After he gets over it he actually gets really cuddly

If he gets really comfortable with you he’ll probably start just talking without thinking about it

Will probably end up with like his arms and legs wrapped around you because he’s unaware of his movements when he gets invested in what he’s saying

His love language is touch but he’d never admit it so it only happens when he’s not thinking

He’d probably end up being really touchy (not in a weird way) with you after the fact, but would not acknowledge it

Very awkward at first but by the end of it he’s lovely, 10/10

Eleven

You would have to somewhat explain to her what you mean but after you did she would say yes without thinking but of it

Not because she doesn’t know what cuddling is she just didn’t really associate the word with it

She’d wait for you to make the first move and when she does move it’d be weirdly methodical

It would definitely feel like the awkward hug you give someone who’s crying because you don’t really know how to comfort them properly

She also wouldn’t move much at first

After a bit, you’d have to let her know that she can be comfortable

“El, you know you don’t have to stay still, you can get comfortable.” “Oh.” “…” “Ok:)”

She will take ‘comfortable’ and run with it

Somehow she will end up upside down and she’ll be giggling the whole time for no reason

Every five minutes she’ll have to move because she can’t get truly comfortable

Will stay latched onto you the whole time

If she gets really comfortable with you whenever her mind drifts off she’ll start asking you random questions, but not to be funny but because she’s genuinely curious about the answers

You wouldn’t able to tell by the way she’d smiling up at you awaiting an answer as if she somehow assumes you’re gonna answer wrong

She’s very adorable about it

10/10, very comfortable with lots of smiling

Max

Her response would be really lackluster, like she’d probably respond with, “yeah sure” after a small pause to think it over

Would probably just pay her head on your shoulder and somehow make you afraid to move

She would of course sense this and start a conversation to make it all less awkward

It would still be a little off until she smiles and starts feeling more comfortable where she is

Would probably up sort of laying on you because she uses her hands a lot to talk but she doesn’t want to turned away from you

Mainly because whenever she talks she likes to look at people's faces to see whether they’re still interested, but now also to see if you’re still comfortable

She’d say something really weird at one point and you both would start laughing

“That’s the same day I learned trimming fingernails is weirdly therapeutic” “…” “…” “BAHAHAHAHAHA”

After a bit she’d probably get really tired because I feel like she get tired super fast, and will start to doze off

If she’s not super comfortable she might try to move a bit so she doesn’t fall asleep on you but if she was she just falls asleep against your shoulder

10/10, itd take a bit for her to get used to you but after that you’d both have the funnest time

Tysm for reading I hope you all enjoy this one as much as the last one if not more :D My next few posts will hopefully include a oneshot because I have a few fanfic ideas I just have to stop being lazy and actually write them 😅 anyways that’s all from me

Have a nice day and night !! 💐

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mickittotheman · 6 days

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Hi can I ask for a prompt for #12? Thank you

Hi! Re: your follow up ask, no worries lol, I just assume all of these are gallavich bc that's pretty much all I write.

So full disclosure I did cheat a little bit with this one by stealing a scene from my wip, but I think it works well as a stand alone??? Maybe??? Hopefully???

12. ...in grief

“Hey, Mick?” Ian says– sniffs, really– voice soft and small. It’s late. Mickey’s sure there’s moonlight streaming through the edges of the curtains out in the living room, but in here it’s pitch black, the tomato lamp flicked off hours ago.

Mickey grunts in response. He’s not asleep. Not even close. But he’s been pretending to be, just so he can soak in the feeling of Ian’s warmth against his front and his arm and the side of his face.

Ian strokes a light hand up and down Mickey’s side. Lets the silence stretch on for a long moment. Mickey suppresses a shiver from the touch. He can hear Ian’s heartbeat, loud and steady and just a touch too fast against his ear. “Is your mom still alive?”

Mickey tenses. Clamps down on his knee-jerk response of ‘none of your fucking business’. The rise and fall of Ian’s big chest below him has stilled, and Mickey digs his nails in threateningly to get the stupid fucker to start breathing again so he doesn't die of oxygen deprivation while Mickey tries to figure out what to say. “Uh. I dunno.”

Ian waits. Sighs a bit after a long while. He’s disappointed, and he’s trying to hide it, but Mickey can tell anyways.

“She sorta just disappeared when we were kids,” Mickey blurts out. “Terry– uh, my dad– he always told us Laura got deported. Tony– he’s Terry’s oldest, at least as far as we know– said she probably OD’d. He never liked her all that much. His own mom was long gone by then, and Laura was basically the same age as him when she and Terry married, and he’s always been a dick. Word on the block was that Terry killed her and dumped the body. Iggy thinks she just ran off.”

“And you? What do you think?”

Mickey shrugs a shoulder. “Dunno. I uh… I didn’t really like thinking about it, y’know?”

He tenses up even more, because that’s undeniably one of the most pansy ass things he’s ever admitted to, but Ian doesn't make a big deal about it. Just keeps up the steady motion of his hand. Tilts his head down so he can smush his nose to the top of Mickey’s head and sniff at his hair like a fucking freak. “Sorry.”

Whether Ian is apologizing for the creepy sniffing or for bringing it up or for the shitty situation as a whole, Mickey’s got no clue. He responds with a lazy shrug all the same. “‘S whatever, man.”

He gnaws on his lower lip. Tips his head to the side just enough to press a kiss to Ian's skin, right above his heart, and it’s stupid and sappy and cringy as fuck but it makes Ian relax just the tiniest amount.

The guy just lost his fucking mom. Mickey can deal with losing some dignity.

“You ever miss her?” Ian murmurs.

Mickey nods. Short and sharp, just once, but he knows Ian can feel it against his skin.

“Yeah,” Ian sighs. “It’s funny. You think I’d be used to missing her by now. Hell, half the time I was glad she wasn't around. But this… this is just. Different.”

“Yeah,” Mickey says, because there’s nothing else to say. He’s always been shit with this sorta thing, anyways. All he can do is squeeze the arm he has draped over Ian a bit tighter, until the breaths puffing against his hair go shaky and stuttery and eventually slow down as Ian drifts off to sleep.

send me a number~

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y'all're way too nice. i genuinely forced out the last fic i posted and might just end up rewriting it later, but i'm trying to write the au chronologically so there aren't continuity errors, and that one needed to be finished before i could work on the next few.

anyway.

here's ~1.2K detailing the first time s/teve and n/ancy try inducing j/onathan :) hope you like it because THIS is where the fun starts

"Is this okay?"

Jonathan shrugs, his knees tucked up to his chest and parted slightly for Steve and Nancy to access his face. His back is against the headboard of their bed, and he's twisting his fingers together nervously. "I think so," he says, managing to prevent his voice from curling upward at the end and turning into a question.

Nancy smiles at him, and Steve reassures, "Don't be nervous, Jon. Whatever happens is fine. Don't feel pressured because of us."

He nods, but the anxiety building in his chest is too much for him to speak around. It's taken a while for him to come around to the idea of letting them induce him, despite how willing he initially was to put it on the table, and now, he might be regretting it.

"Hey," Nancy says, putting a hand on his knee. "Be honest, Jonathan. Do you not want to do this?"

Jonathan swallows. His throat is too dry. "I want to," he says. "I do."

"Are you sure?"

He nods. "Yes." His voice comes out a little steadier that time, and Nancy and Steve relax a bit.

"Alright," Steve says, picking up one of the pillows and examining it for a long moment before plucking out a feather. "We're going to start small, okay? Tell us if you're uncomfortable at any time, and we'll stop as soon as you say so. We've both done this before, so if anything gets to be too much, we know how to dial it back. Okay?"

"Okay," Jonathan whispers.

It's... kind of awkward. Likely because Jonathan feels awkward sitting there and letting Nancy slide a feather into his nostrils, but also, just because the situation itself is fairly unorthodox. He's never been into anything specific, in regard to sex, and has no experience with this particular kink.

"Does it tickle?" Nancy asks quietly, using her fingertips to slowly twist the feather around. She's hitting all the soft walls of his nostril, getting the barbs to brush right up against the mucus membranes.

Jonathan hums in affirmation, then pulls away a second later to bring his shirt up over his face and sneeze quietly, suppressing it the way he always does. "Sorry," he says the second he pulls his shirt down, and Steve only smirks at him.

"Don't apologize. That's kind of the point, though, it would be nice if you lost the shirt so that you couldn't hide your face," he says, and Jonathan flushes. "Stick to your boundaries, though."

He takes the feather from Nancy, inserting it into the other nostril and wiggling it around. They have different methods, he realizes; while Nancy prefers to take it slow, teasing him, Steve goes quickly, almost rushing, and it's a matter of about thirty seconds before Jonathan pulls away to sneeze again. "Oh," he says, blinking.

"What's going on?" Steve asks.

Jonathan sniffles. "That one felt, like, uh... more than the first one. Does that make sense?"

Nancy nods. "Yeah. Harsher?"

"I... think so."

"It looked like it, too," she comments. "You backed up more urgently."

And that is definitely not a normal thing to notice.

Something must show on his expression, because Nancy's eyes suddenly go wide. "Oh, shit. Was that too weird?"

"It's weird, but good-weird," he says. "Because it's you-weird, and Steve-weird, and I love both of you."

"You're so fucking sappy," Steve says, and kisses him. "Are you ready for more?"

"Yeah," he says, actually feeling confident this time. "Keep going."

"If you say so," Nancy sing-songs, then slides the feather back in. "This time, try not to sneeze for as long as you can, okay?"

Jonathan nods, wincing when the position of the feather changes. Nancy's careful to adjust it, spinning it slowly as the itch and irritation builds up slowly. He scrunches up his nose a couple times in an attempt to alleviate the feeling, and Steve laughs a bit.

"You look like a little bunny rabbit when you do that," he teases, and Jonathan bites his lip to keep from either talking back to Steve or sneezing.

He scrunches his nose up again.

Nancy giggles. "You're right," she says to Steve. "He does look like a bunny rabbit. Very cute, Jonathan, thank you for that."

Jonathan laughs a bit, then does his best to clamp down on the rising urge to sneeze, the feeling blossoming quickly in the very back of his sinuses and buzzing in his face. His breath hitches once, twice, before he takes back control of it, forcing himself to breathe steadily.

"You getting close to needing to sneeze, Jon?" she asks, pushing the feather in just a tiny bit further and twisting it again.

"Y-yeah," he mumbles, sniffling again.

"Keep it back," she demands, a second before she lefts the feather brush against the very back of his nose, right where he assumes the olfactory nerves must be, and he gasps before throwing a hurried string of four into his elbow. He manages to stifle all but the last one, and it slips out in a tiny "hgk'sh!"

"Bless you," Steve murmurs, his eyes practically glinting with lust. "That was good, Jon."

He ducks his head. "I still have to sneeze," he confesses.

"You need help?" Nancy asks, offering up the feather. She waits for Jonathan to nod shyly before tracing around the edges of his nose in a figure eight pattern, and Jonathan shakes his head slightly at the sudden irritation.

Nancy's face breaks into a grin at that, and she beckons Steve over. "Do the thing," she says, still working at him, and Jonathan is given no time to even wonder what that means before Steve's finger is tracing lightly down the bridge of his nose.

"Nancy, that reahh! Really tickles," he murmurs.

"It's supposed to," she teases, and finally moves the feather back into his nostrils, attacking the areas just below Steve's finger. Jonathan's breath stutters, but he doesn't sneeze, not yet. Nancy's being careful not to let him, and he feels tears of irritation prick at his eyelashes. He's not even allergic to feathers, and yet.

"You almost there, Jon?" Steve asks, and he nods, closing his eyes. "Alright, we'll wrap it up."

The feather suddenly twists, changing direction, and brushes up against something that's really sensitive, because he's sneezing down into his lap with absolutely no warning and no ability to stifle them. "hk'sHhu!"

"Bless you."

"ESH'uh!"

"Bless you." From Nancy, that time.

"h'esHh'uh!"

"Bless you."

"Nance, he's gonna—"

"hk'shh!"

"Bless you," Nancy emphasizes, running a hand through his hair. "Shit, are you alright?"

"I'm fine," he replies, blinking shyly up at her and Steve. "Was, um... was that okay?"

Steve grins. "That was perfect, Jon."

He smiles back at them, a bit sheepish. "You want to do any more of that tonight, or wait?"

"If you're up to it, then I'd definitely want to do more," Nancy says, and Steve nods in agreement. "Jonathan?"

"I'm good," he says. "That was... good, I guess."

Nancy snorts and Steve laughs a bit. "Baby's first time," he teases, and Nancy only laughs harder. "Alright, Jon, round two."

He nods, and it begins.

#s/tranger t/hings snzfic #s/tranger t/hings #snzfic #s/teve h/arrington #j/onathan b/yers #n/ancy w/heeler #s/toncy #c/hicago au #swts fic

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spiri-a · 7 months

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Ello ello ello this is a rant about a Good Omens fic I like

(Pssst.... TL;DR: It’s One Miraculous December by @journeytogallifrey)

Just a while ago I was agonizing over what kind of post I should post (even though no one’s gonna read this and this accounts only purpose is to spitball all my thoughts at a rapid pace) and I suddenly realized: hey! I like fanfics! And good omens! And sometimes I finish fanfics and I have so much thought vomit stirring around inside me I need to write it down somewhere! Then BOOM this is that this is my ramble baby. This is just my poor excuse to talk and talk and talk for several paragraphs straight. Please do not enter if you don’t want to be bombarded by what is probably several thousand words sorted into 5 or 6 sections.

This will probably be part of a series where I talk uh *cough* extensively about different fanfics, different series for different fandoms probably because I don’t think the Good Omens fandom and Carry On fandom interact with each other very much at all (maybe I’ll do books in general later on down the line, but that’d be a separate series too)

Just to be safe I won’t talk about anything too spoilery, giving some minor spoilers that get talked about in the first chapters anyways. This is a pretty lighthearted fic anyways so nothing much to worry about this time!

Ok now actually let’s get started. Anyways this is a fic I read a while ago that I really really liked:

One Miraculous December (T)

By @journeytogallifrey

Ok so this was the first fic I read by journeytogallifrey, and I read it during a time over the summer where day in and day out I had nothing to do but walk and walk and walk and occasionally read on my phone (Doesn’t make sense to read a Christmas fic over the summer but whatever)

I thought this was just gonna be a casually good long fic to fill up the time but boy was I wrong I LOVED this

Let me tell you this fic was the love of my life for the week and a half or so I was reading it. I was SO INSANELY shocked and confused when I realized this fic was 187,00 WORDS after finishing

But anyways I’m getting off track again (this post is my ramble baby after all) so let’s start with what this fic is abt and then I’ll talk about my favorite things

Spiri Stfu Whats The Fic About Already

Summary (pulled from fic):

Candles. Mistletoe. An entire frozen lake. Festive memories from their past together keep appearing out of nowhere.

Crowley's sure he's manifesting them accidentally out of sheer romantic desperation. It's bad enough trying to hide his unrequited love as they grow closer post-Apocaloops - what if Aziraphale sees the objects for what they are, a window into his yearning soul? Unfortunately, the only way to banish the objects seems to be talking about each memory...

Meanwhile, Aziraphale is just trying to woo his demon boyfriend with big gestures, ready to prove his devotion. And if Crowley acts awkward about the miracles? Surely that's just his difficulty accepting affection. The solution: shower him with as much of it as possible...

Eventually these two will communicate, even if it takes 'til the end of the year. For now there will be cuddling, excuses for closeness, sappy words, flashbacks, nostalgia, bickering, and an obscene variety of holiday foods. Oh, and footnotes. That's right. We're doing those too.

Fills for the Ineffable Holiday 2020 prompt list by Caedmon. Updates every day through the end of December.

Basically TLDR: Sappy reminders of soft moments between Crowley and Aziraphale throughout history keep popping up. Crowley thinks he’s doing it subconsciously and is worried about his super duper secret feelings being revealed, meanwhile Aziraphale is executing the least subtle (but somehow still too subtle) seduction plan ever concocted (it will take these two sillies a WHILE to get sorted out)

Ok now let’s move on to all the lovely things I love about this lovely fic in special lovely little sections (Once again, I’m sorry for the sheer size of this behemoth)

Pt 1: Charming Little Footnotes, My True Love ❤︎❤︎❤︎

From the very first chapter, I was completely and utterly enchanted by one silly little thing: the footnotes!! Those who have read the Good Omens book will understand: footnotes are amazing!! They often offer absolutely ZERO important information, and you could go practically the entire book never reading the footnotes and get the same general ideas as someone who did. BUT, they’re just so charming, why would you NOT read them?? They’re often unnecessary, but in a perfect and wonderfully niche way. I don’t need to understand the backstory or fun fact behind this randomly selected instant, moment, or person, but it’s so stupidly heartwarming to that I love to do it anyway. It’s like I’m being let in on a secret between me and the author, like they leaned over while someone else is talking and made a somewhat silly comment into my ear that makes you try to suppress your little smile in response.

Journeytogallifrey does this AMAZINGLY. They offer heartwarming insight on the most mundane things, and I enjoy every second of it. One of my personal favorite instances is funnily enough in the very first chapter, the footnote that first captured my heart and that I remembered throughout the entire fic. In chapter one, Aziraphale miracles for the floor of the bookshop to become a frozen lake, and he convinces Crowley to ice skate with him, reminiscing on a time they skated together centuries before. And THIS was the footnote that followed midway through the chapter:

*In fairness to the skates, they’ve had an intense couple of hours.

Mere moments before they found themselves in a 2019 bookshop, they’d only just been set down by Crowley and Aziraphale in 1860 and were debating the finer points of their recent skating adventure. Two of them, having hosted a lovely angel with excellent manners, were of a firmly positive opinion. The other two, terrorized by a demon who had berated them for trembling with fear, were engaged in a thorough character assassination of not only their tormentor but also anyone who would willingly befriend him.

“But they’re desperately in love with each other,” posited the skates worn by the angel.

“That’s beside the point,” answered the others, and that was when a miracle scooped them up and catapulted them a century and a half into the future**.

**Aziraphale, somehow, picked out the same two skates to wear in 2019 as in 1860, despite shoe sizes being less a concrete number for him and more ‘something that automatically sets itself to rights upon entrance of the foot’, so further experience has offered little to settle the argument.

THIS FOOTNOTE, THIS MOMENT, was perfection in my eyes. The completely absurd idea of two pairs of ice skates having a conversation, this conversation being about their wearers, a judgement of their character, a silly argument and observation of their silly hemming and hawing romance, was all so charming. It’s so unnecessary but also just. Completely STEALS your heart. Then there’s the footnote-ception of a footnote within a footnote, a casual disregarding of order and professionalism for the sake of being novel and silly. Not to mention the double footnote commenting on Aziraphale’s incredibly charming naïveté on the more specific parts of human inventions, such as the concept of shoe sizes. As you may have noticed from my using the same exact word like 20 times, the only word that fits the entire charmingly unnecessary but delightful footnotes thing is silly. It’s perfect because it’s perfectly silly, and that just made my heart melt.

Journeytogallifrey keeps up these footnotes throughout the fic to a certain degree, and as a reader of the Good Omens book, it’s always such a joy to find fics that bother to use footnotes. And journeytogallifrey does this wonderfully, stuffing so much life and humor into them very similar to what I found great about the footnotes in the GO book. So that is reason one (in no particular order) that I love this fic

Moving on to reason 2!

Pt 2: YOU get a flashback, and YOU get a flashback

A large amount of this fic relies on the art of flashbacks, being directly tied to Aziraphale’s Plan of Seduction™︎, which just so you know goes as follows:

Every day of December, miracle up some kind of thingy (object, place, activity, etc)

Said thingy will function as the perfect reminder to reminisce about a not-a-date date you’ve had at some point throughout history

Really drive home how close you two are and absolutely drown him in affection

Keep seducing all through December

Confess at some point (exact date TBD)

Profit

As you might have noticed, the whole reminiscing thing works as an opening for truckloads of flashbacks. But let me tell you, these flashbacks are WORKS OF ART. Unfortunately, unlike the footnotes, I can’t single out a single FAVORITE flashback, because they’re practically ALL amazing.

Journeytogallifrey very obviously did a butt ton of research for this fic, something I find so incredibly amazing about the Good Omens fandom! Many GO authors will do extensive research for the sake of their Aziraphale and Crowley throughout history scenes, which is something I’ve always heavily admired within this fandom compared to others. And journeytogallifrey does this amazingly and extensively throughout this fic!

Each flashback had so much love, charm, and most interestingly historical depth in them. Each flashback acts as a charming little mini story of the various adventures the two had throughout history. The highs and lows of their relationships, the hidden affections, moments that were fun, stressful, intimate, scary, or just simply peacefully domestic, ALL of it was present in these flashbacks, and just utterly captured my heart. I managed to learn quite a decent amount through the little historical details mentioned throughout, especially if a specific detail caught my eye and I wanted to research further. (Because of this fic, my dream is to move to Iceland and celebrate Jólabókaflóðið every year)

I love the way these two act around each other throughout history, and the writing when describing everything from the setting around them to their clothes to their care for each other is phenomenal. Normally I don’t really use words like aesthetic, but the way the different places dotted around the world are described and how the two are described to fit into them, I feel like I’m transported TO that place in history. I can see the churches, deserts, orchards, streets, markets, or wherever they are right in front of me, and it’s frankly gorgeous.

I LOVE historical flashbacks like this in general in the Good Omens fandom, but this fic does this AMAZINGLY, and it does it A LOT, so that’s a serious win in my books.

Something I also found extremely lovely about the flashbacks, as well as the present day parts of the story, brings me to my next part:

Pt 3: Gender who? Gender what? Gender none, gender all!

The gender fluidity/fluidity of gender expression of both Aziraphale and Crowley makes my heart flutter like nothing else. Like seriously. This is one of the main reasons I love this fandom.

It has long been stated that angels and demons have no inherent gender, and within the show Crowley presents as male and female in varying instances. Neil Gaiman has heavily implied Crowley being gender fluid before. In response, the fandom has completely flourished into a beautiful thing of gender acceptance and flexibility.

The fanart of the Good Omens fandom makes me so happy, because people will draw Aziraphale and Crowley in any manner they choose without feeling the need to explain it or label it as an “alternate universe.” The simple casualness around the topic of gender in this fandom sets a precedent of tolerance for the rest of the world, and also just warms my heart in ways I can’t explain.

Journeytogallifrey embraces this part of the fandom with open arms, with both Aziraphale and Crowley taking on a variety of appearances and roles throughout the flashback. The detail of changing Crowley’s pronouns depending on the flashback whilst Aziraphale maintains he/him no matter his form is a wonderful touch, and made me stupidly happy. The same goes for Crowley changing appearances to fit the alias of Nanny Ashtoreth later on in the fic, as well as his discussion with Warlock that it is all still himself, no matter what form he takes.

In my opinion, the fluidity and ease in which gender, masculinity, and femininity is expressed by Aziraphale and Crowley, both through the flashbacks and in present day, is done wonderfully, and serves to demonstrate the reason why I love this fandom so incredibly much.

Pt 4: Stabbing me gently in the feels (that’s gotta be a song lyric somewhere)

Another thing is I thought the push and pull and tender misunderstandings of these two throughout the fic is AMAZING. The delicate handling of this relationship is super wonderful and feels so stupidly softly heart wrenching. Like you’re not ripping my heart to pieces, but just kind of tugging on it. Seriously, I just wanted to hold these two and hug them and explain all their misunderstandings and send them away holding hands. The angst is so soft and tender I really can’t complain too badly.

The setup conflict between the two is, like, absolutely genius. I love it. Aziraphale trying to woo Crowley with as many gifts and miracles as possible while also playing cutely dumb about it, meanwhile Crowley is freaking out because all these miracles his lovesick heart is creating subconsciously might expose his super special secret feelings to Aziraphale, and that’d be baaaad news huh?

It’s some wonderfully sweet irony that Aziraphale innocently playing dumb is convincing Crowley he’s conjuring little mini proclamations of his super confidential feelings, and that Crowley is desperately trying to hide signs of said super duper confidential feelings while Aziraphale is actively trying to woo said demon.

This creates a lovely pushing and pulling dynamic full of tenderness and love, and it KILLED ME SLOWLY. 10/10 high quality soft angst.

Side note: I really liked the way Aziraphale and Crowleys relationship with Warlock was covered in this fic, especially Crowley’s attachment to Warlock as his nanny who raised him ever since he was little. I thought the desire to reach out to Warlock post Apocalypse was really heartfelt and sweet, and it made me feel stupidly warm seeing Aziraphale help Crowley reach out and later on solidify that relationship with Warlock.

Pt 5: How are you still here?? If you are, here have this

So um…….. this ended up being really long. My bad. I mean no one’s gonna read this anyways but I still feel a little awkward standing at the end of this VERY long ramble baby.

I just wanted to end this off by saying that One Miraculous December was SUCH a great fic, full of coziness and charm and silliness and tenderness and a lovingly crafted holiday vibe unlike no other fic I’ve read. I will definitely be rereading this fic around Christmas time, the digital equivalent of snuggling up beside a warm fireplace with hot cocoa and a good book. I seriously loved this fic so much! Like, it was just good vibes the entire way through, and I have obviously been keeping up with journeytogallifrey’s works ever since I read this one. Please please please, read this fic and give it some serious love, because it deserves it so much. I don’t know how you did it mysterious person who probably doesn’t even exist, but you got to the end. Thank you for reading my dear little ramble baby about One Miraculous December by journeytogallifrey.

Now that was technically the end, but as an extra little thingy, here are some other recommendations of fics from journeytogallifrey, because they are a seriously talented author and have some amazing gems in there!

Here’s a list of my favorites:

Everything That’s Meant (T)

One of journeytogallifrey’s more recent and more popular works, this is an only slightly meta fic in which Aziraphale and Crowley are human actors playing the angel Raphael and the demon Asmodeus in the tv adaptation of Agnes Nutter’s novel Prophecies. The two actors have electrifying chemistry, but much stands in the way of the two of them, from Aziraphale’s complicated family to a haunted tv set to the things spread by the press about the two.

105,000 words (a big guy!), with 39 chapters, but such a joy to read! It’s a bit heavier in plot and emotions, and the romance is a little bit of higher stakes, but the soft moments between the two as they grow closer 100% makes up for it.

Scenes from an Italian Restaurant (T)

The shortest one of my favorites at 7,000 words in a single chapter and lightly inspired by the Billy Joel song of the same name, it tells the story of childhood friends Aziraphale and Crowley both from in their youth and reunited as adults as they dine together at (surprise surprise) their favorite Italian restaurant. There’s some hidden feelings, light angst, high school gossip, and a whole lot of stuff that happens at the tables of this Italian restaurant. In general though, it’s a wonderful, lighthearted, bite-sized time.

Infernal Escapes (T)

Roughly 37,000 words, this fic is a cute and lighthearted romance set in an escape room place. Crowley is the long suffering employee of an escape room, and is enamored by the intelligence and enthusiasm of escape room newbie, Aziraphale. The two strike up a friendship built on their love of escape rooms, and a cute and easy romance ensues. This was such a joy to read, and their easy chemistry based on their shared passion for escape rooms is infectiously sweet. There is very little to no conflict or angst in this story, so it’s a slightly lengthy but incredibly easy ride, entirely smooth sailing. If you just wanna watch two strangers meet and fall in love without all the extra things (because like, same honestly), please read this.

#good omens #archive of our own #fanfic #fanfic review #fanfic rec #fanfic rant #fanfic rambles #there are a lot of tags about talking about fanfics #Spiri’s GO Fic Rants #favorites of all time #journeytogallifrey

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losing all of it // our fans // next | tw: cursing

“Uh… hello?”

“(Y/N)! Hi! I’m here with Mikasa, Jean, and Connie, Cannibal’s new guitarist.”

Everyone greets you all at once, happily mumbling over one another.

It seemed weird to you that Armin called you in the first place. The last conversation the two of you had didn’t necessarily seem like an invitation for friendship on either end. However, your personal mission to end the controversy surrounding LOVESICK! is at a standstill. Eren has been missing in action for days; he never even read your message. You were hoping Armin could shed some light on the situation. Now, hearing all the voices on the other line, you are filled with a potent anxiety.

“Woah, uh, hey everyone,” you stutter.

“It’s alright, no need to panic, I get that this is a lot,” a reassuring female voice on the other end pipes in.

Mikasa. God, you miss her. With your feelings about Eren on the forefront of your mind, you never stopped to think about how long it had been since you two have spoken. You two had such fun together once upon a time. She didn’t deserve your silence.

“It’s good to hear your voice, Mimi.”

She chuckles at the nickname.

“You too.”

“Anyway,” Armin redirects, “this is actually a business call. A better one than last time, I hope.”

Your stomach drops.

“I’m listening.”

“We just left Eren’s apartment. He’s in really bad shape, and he’s very angry at all of us. So angry that he just quit the band.”

“Wow… that’s tough.”

You don’t quite know what else to say. It’s not undeserved, at least when it comes to Armin, but this puts everyone else in limbo. Knowing how close Mikasa and Eren are, you can’t imagine she’s taking this well.

“We’re not giving up,” Mikasa asserts, “We’re gonna try to win him over.”

“How? Eren isn’t exactly a wishy-washy kinda guy. I’m sure he meant it,” you question.

“You gotta talk to him.”

“And say what exactly?”

Silence. You figured that they may not have thought very far ahead, as all of this sounds pretty fresh.

“I actually have an idea,” a new voice pipes in.

“Oh, great, more plans! We definitely don’t need any of that shit right now, Connie,” Jean grumbles.

“This is actually something I think will work, and to be honest I didn’t even come up with it. Our fans did.”

“Our fans?” you question.

“Yeah, they actually exist. They’re just harder to find because the big accounts are… extremely opinionated.”

“What’ve you got, Connie?” Armin asks, optimism injected back in his voice.

“People are looking at the release date and thinking that it’s on the same day because we have features from each other on the singles. The idea’s gotten some attention, good and bad. But from what Armin said to us earlier, it sounds like we wanna get rid of the people who don’t respect the art. I think this would be a good way to do that, and it would be a good way to squash the beef. And if we do that…”

“Eren might be back in,” you finish.

“If you’re in,” Mikasa affirms, “Eren will be too. We can all tell he cares about you still.”

“Yeah, pretty much all of our songs have been about you since he met you,” Jean adds.

Your chest flutters.

“All of it?”

“I wish I was kidding. Some of them made it on the last album, but the dude is constantly writing sappy lyrics about you. He refuses to write anything else.”

A part of you assumed Armin was exaggerating when he told you the ways in which Eren has dimmed since you two parted ways. You’ve come to expect that from him. Jean, however, has always been straightforward.

It was always easier to hate Eren, knowing that he hated you too. Over the years, it became a shield to hide your pain behind. Very few people know exactly how difficult his leaving was for you. Your discography displays some of that pain, but there are still parts of it that are unknowable to you. All around you are reminders of him, all the time.

It only was a few months of your life, but you’ve known for years that these small, every day pains would stick with you forever. Your reluctance to participate comes from a fear of facing it — a fear of making small pains large again — but it’s being slowly replaced with hope.

You inhale deeply, knowing you could easily come to regret what you’re about to tell them.

“I’m in.”

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quotemenevervore · 1 year

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I genuinely can’t remember if I started this fic yesterday or not but here it is anyway lol

Warnings: soft, safe, g/t vore.

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Choices.

Choices weighed on him like mountains upon his shoulders, his mind, his fragile mental stability. His mind was full of what ifs, and it wouldn’t drive him so crazy if all of them could be a reality.

If he’d gone with James instead of Billiam, would James have survived? Would he have survived? If he hadn’t left anyone behind in the maze, would they have escaped? If he continued to split his decisions between the In Between and the Other Side, would he get that perfect balance, or will he inevitably lose himself to time?

He felt like he was going mad. He wanted to stop thinking about it, he wanted to stop forgetting, he just wanted everything to stop.

So when Sapnap found him curled up in his bunker, tears spilling from his dark blue eyes as he stared blankly at the posters lining the walls, he didn’t protest to being scooped up and taken away from the reminders that were haunting his deteriorating memory. He was taken to the bedroom, laid down so that his head rested on the fireborn’s lap while warm fingers combed through his messy hair. “I’m not gonna make you talk about what happened.” He started softly, as if speaking any louder would shatter him. “I just want you to know that we’re here for you.” “I just want it to stop. I don’t want to make a mistake and ruin everything.” A sob shook his shoulders, and he buried his face into the other’s abdomen, trying to stifle the cries. “There’s no way you could ruin everything, Karl. Things happen, good and bad. Besides, it’s not like you can ruin things here worse than everyone else has.” His fingers continued to card through the brunette’s hair, relaxing the time traveler more than it probably should have. He forced himself to breathe, trying to keep the tears at bay.

“Do you want to.. uh, never mind.” “Do what?” He looked up, meeting the other’s gaze with a confused look. “I was just gonna see if maybe you wanted to hide away for a bit. But you don’t have to, I probably shouldn’t-“ “I think I would, actually.” Turquoise swirled through his irises, the third color that the fireborn liked to see. He hasn’t learned all of them, but he knew the three he liked the most; Pink was when he was in a sappy or a loving mood, gold was when he was excited, and turquoise was when he was feeling peaceful. His eyes weren’t fully teal yet, but it reassured him nonetheless. He let the taller sit up, climbing off the bed so he could get some cozier clothes on. When he returned to the bed, Sapnap already had the potion ready for him. Making a face that made the blackette laugh, he took the bottle and downed its contents, closing his eyes as the sensation took him over.

When he opened them next, he was in his fiancé’s hand, the now larger of the two smiling softly at him. It was just standard routine at that point; he’d softly kiss the side of his head, then he’d be slid into the other’s mouth feet first. They’d done it so many times that it was practically muscle memory, and yet the time traveler couldn’t help the warmth in his chest as he noticed, for what felt like the umpteenth time, the carefulness of the other’s movements. He’d seen how reckless him and Quackity acted with each other, but the soft movements around him barely even jostled his form. He’d like to say he’d at least gotten better about his dislike of spit, though he hadn’t been in the other’s mouth long and was already getting antsy about his clothing being soaked through.

Focusing entirely on the smaller being in his mouth, Sapnap had not registered the front door opening and closing, nor the yell from the door to see where they were. He did, however, snap into focus as he heard footsteps approaching the bedroom, freezing as the door swung open. “You will not believe the shit-“ Quackity had stepped into the room, cutting himself off with the realization that his fiancé had something- well, someone, in his mouth. “Oh, sorry. I didn’t think you guys were gonna do that.” Walking over to the closet, he picked out an outfit to replace the button up and slacks he was wearing, picking back up on his story when he realized the blackette on the bed was still unmoving. “But, anyway, Sam and Foolish have a new building they wanna work on, and it’s a good concept! But they’re gonna need more help than we have, and they-“

“Are you going to swallow me?” A sheepish smile came to the fireborn’s face as he finally pushed the other back, trying to swallow quietly to not make the avian stop his story again. For some reason, having someone know he’d stored someone and having someone watch him store someone were two different scenarios, and embarrassment lit his ears practically ablaze.

Despite that, he hadn’t missed a beat in the Mexican’s story, and once Karl had made it down, he spoke up. “So now you need people to help build and people to help get resources. How are you gonna pay for that?” “I dunno. Think I’m gonna leave the cost to the two in charge of the project. Most of my funds wind up right back into the country so I don’t have much to offer.” He crawled onto the bed, taking the brunette’s previous spot. “What happened to Karl?” He whispered. Sapnap’s mouth opened, but promptly shut and instead he grabbed his communicator and typed the message out, giving it to the avian when he was done. He watched his fiancés lips press into a thin line, a sad look coming to his eyes. “I just wish we could help more. It’s not fair to him.” He only offered a sad smile in return, gently petting at the other’s now exposed wings. A happy trill left him, and he relaxed further into the fireborn’s hands. They stayed like that for a while, and Sapnap debated asking if they just wanted to go to sleep, before he sat up, looking through his inventory for something.

“What’re you doing?” He didn’t need an answer, as the other pulled a potion out of his inventory. With a fond scoff, he held his hands out for the other. “Maybe I’ll just keep you both in there for a while. Keep you from having bad days.” “You wouldn’t dare.” Quackity shot back, drinking the potion as quickly as he dared. “Maybe I would.” “I actually fucking dare you to. Sam will tear this damn house apart if I don’t show up for a few days.” The threat itself wasn’t what made the other back down, but the fact that it was pretty plausible. Sam was more for building than destroying, but he didn’t for a second doubt the other’s strength.

Scooping up the shrunken man, he didn’t take as long as he usually did, pressing a kiss to the other’s chest before slipping him in. As he licked at him, he slipped out of the bed to pull the blankets back, then grabbed his pajamas to change into. He pushed the other back, waiting for him to tap at the roof of his mouth before swallowing him. There was a flurry of movement within as he pulled his night shirt over his head, but they’d settled down fairly quickly as he climbed back into bed. He chose to try not to listen in as Karl told Quackity more about what happened, pressing a hand to where he could feel them and rubbing gently. Not a minute passed and the two inside did the same with a laugh as he immediately began purring. Karl stopped first, slumping against the avian, who wrapped an arm and a wing around him and let him rest his head on his shoulder. “Night, Sap. Night, Q. I love you guys.” “We love you too, Karl. Get some sleep.” The other rested his head against the brunette’s, mumbling a good night to the larger as he drifted off as well.

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Karl had a lot of choices to make in his path as a time traveler. Sometimes, his choices lead him down paths he didn’t want to take. The one choice he didn’t regret? Staying with his fiancés, even as his abilities became harder to control. Because as long as they stayed together, he just knew they’d be okay in the end.

#shrunken manhunt #mcyt g/t #mcyt vore #mcyt gt #safe vore #soft vore #g/t vore

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weretheones · 2 years

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Observant

Plot/Request: Daryl only ever heard Merle’s crude flirtations, but even he could think of something better than that guy’s stupid moon line-- it only took a little observation. (Season 5)

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Word Count:  750

A/N: a random little piece of fluff while I work on the monster that this mini-series is becoming...

prompt: “Do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are?” from this post

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“Do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are?”

Daryl scoffed, unimpressed, “Sappy lines like tha’ really work?”

“He was sweet,” you retorted, shoving his shoulder with a small smile, “but no, it didn’t work.”

“Why not?”

You shrugged, a bit timid. His eyes flickered over your frame, oblivious that the reason why the line hadn’t worked, even if it almost made you blush, was because it hadn’t been from him.

“Stupid, anyway,” he exhaled a puff of smoke, pointing the finger that limply held his cigarette up into the sky, “can’t see the moon for shit.”

You glanced up at the wide, dark cloud that had covered the moon’s usually bright shine and rolled your eyes, “I think it’s supposed to be poetic.”

“Still,” he hummed, “‘M sure there’s a million other things he coulda compared ya to.”

“Oh yeah?” You raised your eyebrows in challenge, turning to face him, “like what?”

“Like ‘em stars,” he huffed, pointing again to another portion of the night sky where the clouds had opened to expose millions of little lights, sparkling, “got no city lights to hide ‘em anymore, bright as hell, but tha’ ain’t nothin’ compared to tha’ sparkle ya get when ya find a new book, or when ya found tha’ chocolate ya like— last one in all’a Virginia, ya said.”

He looked down to his fingers, flicking the ash off his dart before returning it to his lips. The amber at the end grew stronger from another pull.

“Hell, could compare ya to tha’ flame. Yer feisty n’ warm, shine a light when it’s dark,” he spoke absentmindedly, almost, as the tobacco cylinder hung from his lips, “or even the smoke itself— a head rush.”

You felt that flicker of warmth he had mentioned catch in your chest.

“Did you just come up with all that?” you mumbled under your breath, unsure if he could even hear. Your heartbeat was pounding so hard against your chest, echoing thumps in your head, that you couldn’t.

His cheeks flushed, eyes flickered anywhere but yours, as if he’d forgotten you were still standing there, ear present and listening, “Oh, I, uh— I dunno.” His shrug was tepid, feigning nonchalant, as the implications of his words had slipped from his mind through his ranting and were only hitting him now.

After they’d caused that pretty pink blush along your neck, up to your cheeks, and just under the eyes he thought were prettier than the stars.

You whispered softly in the chilly air, “Did you mean it?”

He didn’t answer, didn’t dare loosen his stiff jaw, but his expression was piercing. The way his eyes locked on yours, unable to break even if he seemed almost ashamed of the surprising affection they exposed. His pupils had grown in the dim light, sparing a thinner ring of blue than you remembered, but even in that sparse colour, it was potent. There was something so emotional behind the eyes of a man who never dared admit his feelings, especially when they were so bare and vulnerable— like now.

You found yourself blinking away a prickling in your eyes. He didn’t have to answer, really. For perhaps the first time, you’d deciphered that look that had always bewildered you— with the aid of his spoken observations, of course.

Daryl Dixon was a man of his word, no matter how little there were. He didn’t lie and he certainly didn’t say things he didn’t mean.

You stepped forward until you were maybe half a foot away, standing in front of him just ever so slightly to his left, aligned with his heart. He was stiff when your hand landed on his shoulder, gripping him for the support you needed to reach to the tips of your toes. His tension didn’t melt away, but his skin was warm when you kissed his cheek in the gentlest manner you could. A careful but present brush of your lips just above the slight scuff of his beard.

When you slowly pulled away, you locked onto his shy eyes. You had returned to your normal height now, tilting your head to still watch him from the lower angle, but the hand at his broad expanse hadn’t fallen yet. For a beat, you held his stare, growing more timid and bashful as the seconds past under his nervous gaze, hesitant blue dancing across your features under the soft light of the foggy moon.

“For the record,” you spared a warm smile, “that worked.”

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A/N: aww, I hope daryl wasn’t too OOC in this. I find the line with him & fluff is a bit blurrier (for me). let me know what you think!

if you’re reading this, thank you! I hope you enjoyed this fic. please feel free to leave feedback, it helps so much and I love to read it. have a lovely day <3

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hoodie-buck · 2 years

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movie nights

this is compltely the fault of kj my beloved, and this post (just because i asked didn’t mean i wanted some adorable sappy post 🙈) anyway, here’s some fluff for your sunday <3

rated: g | words: 2.4k | read on ao3

summary:

Movie nights are always on Fridays’, letting Eddie settle into the weekend; it gives him something to look forward to at the end of every week.

And so, here it is, Friday night again, Eddie ready to spend the night with his two favorite boys. It starts out like any other movie night—or at least, Eddie tells himself it does.

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here, have some Buckley-Diaz movie night headcanons

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They have video game nights, which are always a blast, but it’s Movie Nights ™️ that are a sacred thing in the Diaz household.

Eddie’s always in charge of the popcorn and drinks, Buck taking up candy and any other snacks, while Chris does the movie decision making. Buck always goes overboard, though Eddie doesn’t mind, keeping all the extras in the cupboard for any impromptu movie nights or gatherings.

Christopher likes to pick new movies to help with Buck’s ‘film education,’ which he learned from Chimney, though he definitely has his favorites, Buck and Eddie having to veto them from time to time. In these instances, Chris will play the puppy-dog eyes, Eddie getting zero support from Buck who just smiles softly to him with a shrug of his shoulders; Eddie is all but immune at this point to the haunting intro of Finding Nemo.

Their movie nights always start with Chris in the middle, Buck and Eddie on either side of him, the three of them snuggling in together, a jumbo blanket scattered across them. Chris inevitably falls asleep toward the end of the second movie, his head rested against Buck, legs tucked under Eddie. They’ll eventually carry him to bed, tucking him in with a kiss before making their way back to the living room for the second round of movie night, one that involves beers and whatever movie they happen upon. If Buck and Eddie often fall asleep leaned against the other, well, Eddie doesn’t mind; it’s certainly something they never talk about though.

Movie nights are always on Fridays’, letting Eddie settle into the weekend; it gives him something to look forward to at the end of every week.

And so, here it is, Friday night again, Eddie ready to spend the night with his two favorite boys. It starts out like any other movie night—or at least, Eddie tells himself it does.

Eddie’s just finishing popping the popcorn, the buttery smell wafting through the house, the sound of Chris rifling through the movie shelf echoing from the living room when the front door opens, Buck letting himself in with his spare key.

“Buck!”

Chris abandons his movie selecting for just long enough to give Buck a hug, Eddie watching as his best friend lifts his son in the air, crutches and all, wrapping his arms tightly around him.

“So, what’s on the agenda for tonight, Superman?”

As Buck places Chris back to the floor, he looks over to Eddie, that bashful smile splayed across his face; Eddie doesn’t try to hide his own.

“Hi Eds.”

“Hey, Buck.”

Their moment—or whatever it is that Eddie is going to continue to ignore¬—is cut short when Chris points out a few of the movies he’s picked, the two of them looking them over. Once they’ve agreed on one to start, Buck follows Eddie into the kitchen, setting his plastic bag of snacks onto the counter. Eddie watches fondly as he takes it all out, listing off the items as he goes.

“Got some Reese’s Pieces, Cookie Dough Bites, Air Heads Xtremes, Milk Duds, and some Nerd Ropes—for uh, for Chris.”

Eddie nods his head, not buying it at all.

“Uh, huh. That why you got your favorite flavor of them?”

Buck does his little head duck, the one that always makes Eddie melt.

“Oh, I got you something!”

Eddie waits, watching as Buck pulls something else out of the bag, holding it out to him. It’s a pack of Sour Patch Kids. It’s just a bag of candy, though Eddie’s heart flutters anyway.

The first time they’d invited Buck over for movie night, Buck had brought over a package of the candy. At the end of the night, Eddie had stupidly declared they were his favorite candy, Buck making sure to bring along a bag whenever he could. Buck hadn’t been able to find any the last few weeks, thus he was surprising Eddie with a jumbo bag of them now.

Now, don’t get Eddie wrong, he enjoyed the candy like most, though it was nowhere near his favorite, nor one he wanted to eat week after week, though he did for fear of disappointing his best friend. Otherwise, he’d have to tell Buck the real reason they were his favorite, and he certainly wasn’t ready for that.

Taking the bag from Buck, Eddie let’s their fingers linger for a moment too long, smiling up to him.

“Thanks.”

Buck gets that dopey smile again, shrugging like it’s no big deal.

They both turn their attention to the rest of the snack food, Eddie getting out bowls for the popcorn while Buck gathers up the various snacks and drinks, the two of them following each other into the living room.

Chris has the movie all set up, sitting in his usual place in the middle of the couch, toothy grin on his face. Eddie passes out the bowls of popcorn while Buck opens the various candies, placing them on the table in front of them into the other bowls; Eddie had a strict ‘no noisy wrappers during the movie,’ rule, something Buck and Chris both like to poke fun at him for from time to time. They’re noisy and irritating, ok?

As they settle in, Eddie can’t help but to look over to Buck, watching the easy way he just fits into their life, almost like he’d always been there, like he belongs.

The thought warms Eddie wholly, though it’s another one he has no idea what to do with. Instead, he focuses his attention ahead, eyes on the screen as the familiar Marvel intro takes over. Tonight’s choice is Spider-Man: No Way Home AKA Chris’ agenda to keep Buck up to date on the Marvel cinematic universe.

For the next two and a half hours, the three of them are totally immersed in the movie, the only reminder they’re not alone when their fingers brush as they grab for the same snacks. Chris seems oblivious to even that, only Buck and Eddie getting stuck in each other’s eyes.

They all approve of the movie, especially the cameos, all of them leaning forward on the couch to really take in the moment.

When it finishes, along with the post-credit scene—Eddie’s heart does a little putter patter for seeing Venom and Eddie—they all get up to take an intermission of sorts.

Eddie makes fresh popcorn because most of the first batch is laid cold and abandoned on the table, the three of them having been too focused on the candy.

After hitting the ‘popcorn button,’ Eddie leans back against the counter, hands pressed into it behind him. Buck saunters in, stretching his arms above him, Eddie watching closely as his sweatshirt rides up, exposing his toned abdomen.

“So, whata you think he’s got in store for us next?”

What? Oh yes movies, they were talking about movies.

“Definitely a repeat. He’s gonna want something familiar after all of that.”

Buck nods his head in agreement, moving to grab the popped corn from the microwave once it buzzes. He throws a piece to Eddie, which he easily catches in his mouth. Eddie moves toward Buck, grabbing out a piece of his own, making the same maneuver to Buck who crunches the popcorn with a smile as he catches it. Chris comes in moments later to the two of them moving their bodies from side to side, snatching up pieces of popcorn into their mouths as they go.

“You guys are so weird.”

They only laugh, not denying it, both of them ruffling his hair as they walk by.

Gathered back on the couch, Chris clicks play on his next selection, Eddie breathing out a slight sigh of relief not to see ocean water taking over his screen, but instead an abundance of toys. Toy Story was one of Chris’ favorites, Bucks too.

One night, after they’d tucked Chris into bed, Buck had told Eddie why it was he loved Toy Story so much. ‘It made me feel like I wasn’t so alone. My toys were always there for me, ya know?’

Eddie had barely been able to keep his tears at bay.

As per usual, Chris knocks out about the time creepy Sid takes over, his head nestled into Buck’s side, legs spread over Eddie’s lap.

When the credits begin to roll, Buck and Eddie share a knowing look, the two of them moving in sync so as not to disturb Chris. Buck takes Chris in his arms while Eddie follows them down the hall, watching with a fond smile as Buck places Chris onto the bed, tucking him in. They both place kisses to his head before quietly exiting the room, making their way back to the living room after a quick stop in the kitchen.

Eddie hands one of the open beers to Buck, the two of them clanking them together before taking back sips. Buck hands Eddie the bag of sour patch kids that he hasn’t touched yet, Eddie only able to give him a smile in thanks.

They put on a mindless movie, one neither of them pays much attention to. Eddie’s too caught up in the way Buck’s body is all but pressed into him from shoulder to waist, their warmth seeping together. They’re about twenty minutes into it when Buck turns to Eddie, nodding to the still unopened bag in his hands.

“Not feeling them tonight?”

Eddie fiddles with the bag for a minute before letting a bit of the truth slip out.

“No, I never really do though.”

For the confused look on Buck’s face, Eddie sighs and opens the package, digging for the one he wants.

“I’ve never really liked these, not that much anyway.”

“Why didn’t you ever say anything? You could’ve just told me Eds.”

No really, he couldn’t have.

“I only like them, because they remind me of you.”

Eddie’s fingers catch on the one he wants and he slips it out of the bag, holding it out to Buck. Buck still looks utterly confused, though he takes the piece of candy, glancing it over.

“The blue Sour Patch?”

Eddie nods his head, clearing his throat before spilling his guts.

“They didn’t always have this flavor, and when they added it, it was still a rare find. You always have to dig around for them, and only end up getting a few per bag, plus, they’re the best flavor.”

“Ok, I uh, I agree with you Eds, but I still don’t get what that has to do with me?”

Has Eddie mentioned how oblivious his best friend is?

“Because, that’s you. You weren’t always in my life, and there’s no one quite like you, Buck. We only get to see you here and there, so when you’re here, it’s a real treat. Plus, the um, the color reminds me of you. You’re my favorite Sour Patch, Buck.”

Eddie watches as those blues of Bucks fill with moisture, his fingers tightening around the piece of candy still in his hands.

“Eddie, do you—do you know why I brought those over that first time?”

Eddie hasn’t ever given it much thought, if any.

“Um, no?”

Buck shifts on the couch, his knees knocking into Eddie’s.

“I was at the store, looking for snacks and I—I didn’t really know what your favorites were yet. I saw the sour patch kids and they just—reminded me of you.”

Now it’s Eddie’s turn to look confused.

“I uh, you know—because you’re sour then sweet.”

Eddie gives a raise of his brow, along with his unamused face, Buck laughing softly.

“See? That’s what I mean! You were all sweet about me a minute ago, but now you’re giving me the death glare!”

And Buck is—not wrong.

“So, what you’re saying is that you’ve been buying these all these years, and I’ve been pretending to love them, all because they reminded us of the other?”

Buck gives another chuckle, scooting closer to close the gap between them.

“Guess so. I just—I have one question.”

“What’s that?”

“Well, you said the blue ones taste the best, so I was just wondering…. if you thought that was true or not?”

Buck, the little shit that he is, brings the blue Sour Patch to his mouth, popping it in before moving his lips. Those blues look up to meet him, Eddie moving until they’re right in front of him, his nose catching the blue raspberry scent off Bucks lips.

He presses his lips to Bucks ever so slightly, brushing them together before applying pressure, Buck all but melting into him.

They kiss softly at first, if not a little tentative, Eddie finally testing the waters as he dips his tongue into Bucks mouth, the sweet sugary taste greeting him as their tongues tangle together.

When their kiss finally breaks, the two of them leaned together, Eddie whispers out, “nothing tastes as good as you.”

He can feel Buck smile against him, their lips meeting once more.

They kiss until their yawns take over, the two of them pushing all the snacks aside so they can properly settle on the couch, Eddie tucking himself into the back, resting his head over Bucks chest, their fingers tangling together in the middle.

“This is my favorite movie.”

Eddie chuckles into Buck, pressing a kiss over his birthmark.

“You’re such a sap.”

“Says the one who compared me to a piece of candy.”

“You did the same thing.”

“Well, you got me there.”

They snuggle closer to one another, tucking in for the night, not caring how much their backs will hate them come morning; ok, maybe just a little.

“Hey Eds?”

“Yea?”

“You make life a little less sour.”

Eddie lets out a groan, burying his head into the crook of Buck’s neck.

“Watch it Buckley, or I might get sour on you.”

Buck only pulls Eddie closer, placing a kiss to his head.

“That’s ok, my sweet Eddie always comes back.”

And of course, Eddie melts at that, completely relaxing into Buck, just like he’d said.

Every movie night from then on includes a bag of Sour Patch Kids, though they rarely get eaten, the pantry slowly filling up with them. Chris doesn’t understand why they keep buying them, though Buck and Eddie give each other the dopiest grins whenever another bag enters the house, the one that will soon be there’s.

Even when Buck moves in, movie nights remain, all of them piling in together on the couch. It’s a tradition, one they’ve made together.

The only thing rarer than the blue Sour Patch is the ring Eddie finds in a bag months later, those baby blues looking up to him from where Buck was knelt down by the couch.

Their wedding was the one film they all made it to the end of.

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luminnara · 3 years

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Pro Hero Bakugou + cam girl!reader fluff 18+ ONLY

I wrote this for myself c: i’m a SWer and i gotta live through my self inserts sometimes lol

Warnings: nsfw language

part 2

requests are open!

Everyone always expected him to end up with another pro hero. After all, he was Dynamight, a determined, powerful man with an even more powerful quirk. He had his own agency, he kept his area of the city in check, and he had a near perfect record. It only made sen that he would want to date someone equally as impressive and passionate about hero work, someone who could keep up with him and match him on every level.

Nobody ever expected that he would end up with someone like you, least of all...well, you.

You held off on telling him what you did for a living for a while. You weren’t ashamed of your profession by any means, but you had developed too much of a crush on Katsuki to risk ruining everything if he didn’t share your viewpoint. What if he hated your job? What if he thought you were an embarrassment to his name? No, it felt better to just tell him that you did something mundane, letting him believe you were an accountant or something rather than a full time online sex worker.

You were absolutely certain that the great Dynamight wouldn’t want the news getting out that he was dating someone like you, so even though it felt like you were lying to the man you were falling in love with, it also felt...better. It felt safe.

So imagine your surprise and horror when he casually brought it up on his own.

“What, you thought I didn’t know from the start?” He rolled his eyes, kicking his feet up on your coffee table as he raised a beer to his lips. “You think I’m stupid or somethin’?”

“What? No!” You said quickly.

“Then why’d you lie?”

You looked down in embarrassment. “Because...I didn’t know how you would react.”

He raised an eyebrow but said nothing, waiting for you to continue.

“A lot of guys get jealous, or just...shitty about it.” You sighed. “I figured that you wouldn’t want my job ruining your reputation as a pro, too. So...I just never said anything.”

Katsuki was silent for a moment, taking another drink. He seemed like he was thinking about your words, and with each second that ticked by, you grew more nervous. Was he about to yell at you for hiding such a big part of your life? Was he going to break up with you right then and there?

“Don’t be a dumbass.” He finally said. “I don’t give a shit what you do, long as you like doin’ it.”

His voice was harsh, but it made your heart soar.

“Thank you,” you said, letting out a relieved sigh.

“For what?” He grunted.

When he saw the sappy look on your face, he groaned and motioned for you to come closer. When you came and stood near his legs, he rolled his eyes, reaching out with one strong arm and pulling you down to straddle his lap.

“I don’t fuckin’ care what your job is.” He said, a big hand settling on your ass. “Kinda pissed me off that you kept hidin’ it from me, but I figured you’d bring it up at some point. Then you just fuckin’ didn’t, so I did.”

“How the hell did you find out?” You asked, suspicious that he had gone through your shit or something.

In that moment, the great Katsuki Bakugou actually blushed.

“Uh...” he looked away, avoiding your eyes. “I...mighta caught a livestream once.”

Your eyes widened. “You what?”

He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “Yeah, I tuned in once or twice.”

“What? When?”

“I didn’t go lookin’ for you specifically like a creep!” he said roughly.

When you just quirked an eyebrow, he sighed.

“It was right at the beginnin’. Remember that first date we went on? You were wearin’ that green dress...”

“Of course I do,” you smiled.

Bakugou readjusted his grip on you and you settled in against his chest. “You wore that fuckin’ dress, ‘n you got me so god damn worked up with that.”

“Did I?” You teased, already knowing the answer. You were well versed in the world of horny men, and you could very vividly remember all of his awkward shifting and not so stealthy readjustments.

“Fuck, you have no idea,” he groaned. “Had a hard on the whole night. Thought I was gonna explode by the time I got home.”

“Well, you’re pretty good at exploding,” you laughed, leaning your cheek against his chest as you looked up at him. “You could have invited me in, you know.”

“Nah, I was bein’ a gentleman. I mean, you’re fuckin’ gorgeous, princess...but I asked you to dinner because I liked you. And when I ask a girl to dinner, I fuckin’ do it right. After I got home, I had to go rub one out...’n that’s when I found you on that camsite.”

You blushed. “Yeah, I, uh...remember going home and deciding I should go live for a few hours, since you made sure to have me home by nine.”

He rolled his eyes at your joking tone. “Yeah, yeah. I saw you under the now online tab, ‘n I couldn’t stop watchin’...”

“That was a good night,” you grinned. “I went straight from having some of the fanciest food I’ve ever tasted to having one of my work nights ever. I mean, I remember hitting my tip goal in like, half an hour! Because my highest tipper was some new guy and—“

You paused, realization dawning on you.

“Wait just a goddamn second.” You leaned back, sitting up to look at Katsuki suspiciously.

The shit eating grin on his face confirmed your suspicions.

“What, babe?” He drawled. “You were gonna tell me all about your highest tipper. Don’t stop now.”

“My highest tipper,” you jabbed your finger into his chest, “was a new guy whose username I had never seen before, who had to have a lot of money to pay what he did.”

“Yeah, well. There’s all kindsa rich people on those sites. They love gettin’ off to pretty pieces of ass like you.”

“And he even ended up tipping enough tokens to cover my bills that month,” you rose up on your knees, straddling him again. “He had to have been a celebrity. Or a CEO. Or a pro hero.”

His grin only widened. “Musta been.”

“Katsuki, I cannot believe you!” You laughed, lightly slapping his chest. “All this time, you’ve been watching me from a burner account?”

“Well, I can’t exactly just put my hero name out there,” he chuckled.

“Because it would be all over the tabloids?” You guessed.

“What? No, because you woulda found out right away. Like I said, I wanted you to come to me first.”

“That’s...really sweet of you, actually,” you sighed. “Thanks, Katsuki. For not telling everybody.”

“Well...”

“...you told Kirishima, didn’t you?”

“I was excited about how hot my new girlfriend was!” He said defensively. “‘N it’s not like he was gonna do anythin’ bad, anyways.”

“Yeah, there’s not a mean bone in that man’s body,” you laughed, sliding back down onto your boyfriend’s chest. “I just can’t believe you. How are you so good at keeping secrets from me?”

“You tried to do the same thing to me,” he pointed out.

“Well, now we’re even. But...I don’t exactly think the world would like knowing that a top hero is dating a camgirl.”

“Like I care.” He rolled his eyes. “You know how popular you’re gonna be when rumors start flyin’?”

“Rumors?” You asked, looking up at him.

“Oh, yeah. Everybody’ll wanna find out if that’s really the pussy that the best pro hero is poundin’ every night.”

“Katsuki!”

“What? It’s true.”

You were quiet as you thought for a moment. “You know, if you sign a model release, your dick can be on cam...”

His face lit up. “You wanna suck this cock in fronta all your loyal fans, baby? Wanna show em what a fuckin’ size queen you really are?”

“Full of ourselves tonight, aren’t we?” You asked dryly.

“You’re gonna be fulla my cum soon enough,” he flirted, leaning down to nip at your jaw. “C’mon, Princess. I gotta get my practice in before I can be your stunt dick.”

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