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buckslafdhoodie · 5 days

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as a gay guy, buck and tommy’s relationship feels like a breath of fresh air.

like, yes, there are so many relationships that are friends to lovers, 5-10+ years of slow buildup, painful unrequited moments, months of silence from a bad miscommunication, etc etc

but there are also relationships like Tommy and Evan, a match in a tinderbox that settles into a campfire. They communicate effectively (not perfectly, but they’re both at a point in life where they can take a few days and come back to each-other to talk things out and see things from each-other’s side), they’re OBVIOUSLY comfortable with each other, understanding of the risks of their job, and most importantly to me?

they. talk.

it’s not just physical intimacy or “the look”, they actively have conversations, they listen and RESPOND, they meet vulnerability with vulnerability and conversations flow and change like they’ve known each other for years, not months!

many people probably aren’t used to seeing those sorts of relationships, especially between two grown men, but god are they real and so so beautiful and i’m glad for these two characters so much every day.

#fluff #911 abc #evan buckley #bucktommy #tommy kinard #tevan #gay #lgbtq #911 season 7 #911 show #firefly🔥🚁#911 #911 spoilers #911 fandom #911 s7 #911 firefly ship #911 queer content

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sfznyxio · 1 month

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❝ 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐘 ❞

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. fans are raving about the chemistry between you and their favorite actors who play as the love interest in your recent music video. they missed the message behind it: the two of you are actually together. now that the word’s out, the whole world won’t shut up.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒. acheron, aventurine, dan heng, firefly, seele

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓. gn!reader. celebrity au, actor au, musician au. fluff. 1.1k words. lineup is based on the en va panel at one night in penacony. inspired by a fanart of acheron and aventurine taking a selfie by @/yaoyaobae on twt. the pairs have been in a relationship for several years, kept private initially as we all know that the public eye can be vicious when it comes to dating life of celebrities. confirmation of relationship in various settings (acheron - red carpet; aventurine - concert; dan heng - fanmeet; firefly - interview; seele - livestream). reader was on hiatus for mental health reasons.

𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐀. i hope your aventurine summons are going well! i got a female, silver-haired aventurine who’s wind and harmony… haha… even having his hubby in the team and in the hotel room doesn’t work. i eventually got him at 77 pity thankfully, so my f2p status is safe (for now). used all my blood, sweat, and tears to bring him home.

𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐍.

“over here!” as you step out of the limousine, you’re greeted with shouts from the photographers and flashes from their cameras. walking to the photo booth together with acheron, the photographers become frenzied, chanting her name multiple times. you feel awkward standing still with a flat smile, so you look at her for inspiration of what poses to do.

“are you nervous?” the red carpet is uncharted territory. it’s your dream for a small musical artist like yourself to attend such a huge event, with a date no less. also, you have announced your relationship with acheron to the public recently. this event being your first appearance since then makes you feel that way. a pair of lips lands on your hand, and it calms you down.

“focus on me.” she rests her forehead against yours, and you clutch onto her suit to steady yourself from the rapid fire flashes. the photographers are thriving off the pictures they captured of your pda. acheron feels the same for being able to show affection for you out in the open. you share her sentiment, and now you're not worried about posing when you place her hand on her chest and look at her with so much love, knowing that you can let the world know she’s yours.

𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐄.

“this is the last song for tonight.” fans express their disappointment as they don’t want your concert to end. for the finale, you’ll be performing your newest single for the first time. you’re excited for the audience to hear it live, but you’re hoping that aventurine hears it too.

“let’s make this count, yeah?” cheers ripple among the crowd. you begin reminiscing about your musical career, especially writing this song. you and aventurine are there for each other as long as you can remember, so you pray that a miracle will pull him out of his busy schedule and watch you sing your heart out. as if the gods heard you, the monitors switch to a blond man in a teal turtleneck curving his arms outward with the tips of his fingers on his head.

“i love you!” is what you read from the movement of his mouth, and you reciprocate the gesture while on the verge of tears. at the very end of the performance, you realize the dried tears on your cheeks which are wiped away by aventurine. a kiss on the temple and a hug has everyone cooing at the sight of how happy the two of you are together. casting doubts of your dreams in ruins because of falling in love away, there’s nothing to fear as long as aventurine’s by your side.

𝐃𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐆.

“bye, nice to meet you!” you wave at an overjoyed fan walking away with your autograph. this fanmeet is the busiest to date, considering that you were on hiatus before the release of your single. also, your music video’s trending because of its lead actor dan heng, a cool-headed heartthrob of the industry, who happens to be your significant other for years now.

“hi there!” the next fan in line wears a mask and hood over his head, but you immediately recognize him by the way he looks at you. dan heng is someone with a few words, but his eyes say it all. before you even know it, he pulls down his mask to sneak a kiss on your nose. you’re given so many flowers and homemade but he himself is a favorite you’ve received thus far. you just hope that everyone hasn’t seen your flustered state to spare yourself from the embarrassment.

“cute. as always.” you don’t have the power to respond to his flirtation, nor rip your fingers off from his that are already entangled with yours. you feel sorry for whoever’s behind him, but they’re long gone, seeing that the cold dragon young has been in front of them all long. described to be cool and cold, he’s warm to the touch. noticing that he’s showing more of himself, you think it’s time to follow suit. after all, he wants to show everyone how endearing you are.

𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐋𝐘.

“the viewers are curious about the two of you.” following the question of the symbolism throughout your music video, the interviewer’s reminded of the numerous private messages they received. people beg them to ask about your relationship with firefly, who’s also a guest in this interview. she clings onto your arm, something she does when she’s nervous.

“i’m sure everyone’s also curious about that specific scene.” the poor girl lets out a sound of defeat, of her soul leaving her body. that scene you’re referring to is the longest to film because she gets very emotional about how raw and vulnerable the lyrics and your acting are. of course, you’re leaving that part out to save her from losing more of herself. but there's no doubt that it’s special; she’s your shining star.

“it… was very meaningful to us.” firefly unexpectedly kisses your cheek and immediately hides in the space between your neck and shoulder to conceal her reddened face. you glance at her, soon forgetting about the interview and having your mind relieve memories of that specific scene. she’s true to her name, guiding you out of the fields to somewhere safe, like how she drags you out of your lowest. you’ll get lost in life, but you can always count on her to find you at the maze.

𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐄.

“my new single’s out!” a flurry of comments and colorful hearts are sent to congratulate the release of your new song after some years of hiatus. it’s been a while since you streamed, so it’s a given you’re nervous. other comments congratulate the reveal of your relationship with seele, whose cough can be heard in the background.

“hey, have you seen my— oh, sorry.” as soon as she walks into the area of your stream, she quickly backtracks only for you to pull her there. the chat is excited to see her based on their rapid fire commentary. many of them say the two of you look great, and in fact in your case, breaks from the industry did help you reflect on both your personal and professional growth. she gives a boost in achieving your goals, including a new song which turns out to be successful. you don’t think you can make it at this point without her.

“no, i’m gonna be late for my shoot. see you later?” seele leaves a haste kiss on your shoulder and rushes to the door. you return to your stream, finding yourself talking more about her than your single, not that your fans are complaining. they can sense how thankful you are to the people who supported you throughout your hardships, especially her who urges you to create that song that revolves around yourself. you couldn’t have it any other way.

#♪ .fics #honkai: star rail #honkai: star rail x reader #hsr x reader #acheron x reader #aventurine x reader #dan heng x reader #firefly x reader #seele x reader #honkai: star rail fluff #hsr fluff

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bosinclairsgff · 2 months

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What the slashers smell like

Warnings: this is realistic lol

Includes: Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair, Otis Driftwood, Baby Firefly, Amanda Young, Mark Hoffman, RZ Michael Myers, The Grabber, Thomas Hewitt

A/n yes I realize this may be just a bit weird

- He smells like grease, sweat, and a cheap cologne. Of course there’s a hint of iron on him most days buts it’s just faint enough to miss. Bo definitely washes his hair with soap. He also reeks of cigarettes.

- This man is musky I’m sorry. He probably doesn’t shower a lot. His hair is very greasy, all the time. He usually smells like a moldy basement and sweat. With a waxy smell (duh).

- This man smells like blood, sweat, alcohol and a man who hasn’t showered in YEARS. He is stinky sorry girls. He also smells like piss.

- Baby takes better care of herself than Otis does. She smells like alcohol, blood and maybe I cheap perfume she stole from one of her many victims. Something floral.

- She takes regular showers so she’s not stinky. Amanda doesn’t care what shampoo she uses so she probably smells like coconut or vanilla, whatever she found at the store. I say she most likely doesn’t drown herself in perfumes. However there’s slight irony smell about her most days.

- This man smells like a expensive cologne he bought years ago and still hasn’t used it all. Also, he DEFINITELY uses three in one shampoo, conditioner and soap.

- He smells awful. Reeks of death and literal shit. Michael kills humans and animals, he’s stinky guys. He doesn’t know how to take care of his hygiene. His breath is AWFUL to.

- Albert loves being clean and well kept. He showers regularly, brushes his teeth regularly and wears a nice cologne. His cologne smells like old spice.

- Another stinky boy! He does not shower, ever. Maybe he’ll take a bath? I doubt it though. Thomas smells like blood, human shit and pure musk. You know how in cartoons when someone stinks there’s a green cloud? Yeah, that would be him.

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hisbucky · 30 days

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Buck: Hey, Tommy? Can I tell you something? Tommy: Of course, Evan. What's up? Buck: It's just, um, come a bit closer. Tommy, leans in: Hmm? Buck, whispers: Thomas. Tommy, grins: Yes, dear? Buck, blushes: H-hey! That's not fair!

#911 show #911 on abc #incorrect 911 quotes #incorrect quotes #evan buckley #tevan #firefly🔥🚁#kinkley #some fluff #just buck tryna be cute #and use the full name trick #then it backfires #terms of endearment

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kakujis · 7 months

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✧ 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍. ✧

synopsis: the sano royal family is almighty, all-powerful, unrelenting. royalty must be, it comes with the territory. you must consume to survive. and what are you but a lowly maid within their palace walls?

i. serenato - prince kakucho’s been gone for months without a single letter back home, you wonder if he’s even coming back.

ii. oblivious - prince mikey can’t help but feel that something’s wrong with his closest friends, especially baji, head of the royal guard.

iii. fairytale - an arranged marriage won’t stop prince izana from reaching his dream.

iv. aria - when shinichiro becomes king, the two of you come to terms with the death of your forever.

✩ 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐍. ✩

synopsis: these stories focus on non-prince members, such as the royal guard. (more info soon!)

i. sandpiper - baji used to be the head of the royal guard, and your mind always wonders why he defected to valhalla, leaving you behind.

ii. snow falling - if there is solace in one thing, it's your moonlit meetings with chifuyu.

iii. story loading...

iv. story loading...

NOTES: hi! this is an au i've had in the back of my brain for a while, and i sort of delved into it last year when i wrote a couple of those prince!headcanons and that one izana scenario. each story will come with a link to the kalafina song that inspired them! ♡ the y/n in each story is a separate character, but there will be no names and will stay x reader. each story will come with their individual warnings, make sure to read them. some will be sfw and some will be nsfw. please keep in mind, everything here is subject to change and stories will be uploaded sporadically. also, i'll try my best to write them in order, but we'll see! also, if there's enough interest i'll open a taglist. ♡

ETA: i will ask if you are a minor/ageless blog to please refrain from interacting with the nsfw stories, there will be a few.

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokrev x reader #tokrev smut #tokrev fluff #royal au #tokrev #kakucho x reader #shinichiro sano x reader #manjiro sano x reader #izana kurokawa x reader #baji keisuke x reader #chifuyu matsuno x reader #tr prince miniseries #dividers by cafekitsune and firefly-graphics #pibby writing

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milky-aeons · 5 months

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𝐁𝐘 𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄

౨ৎ . . . even though you may not always be by his side, there are multiple ways you and ARMIN ARLERT express your love for each other.

warnings: sexual content, memories of war, ptsd, marriage, pregnancy, mdni, w.c 845

♪ . . . ˗ˏˋ ꒰ tenerife sea — ed sheeran ꒱ ˎˊ-

: ̗̀➛ 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍, who was, at first, not very forthcoming about his feelings towards you. Who allowed them to balloon into something monstrous, something that wouldn't let his eyes leave you no matter where you came or when you went.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍, who mustered up the courage to ask you on a date after weeks of deliberation. That mind of his really was a double-edged sword, having the ability to lead squadrons to victory but crumbled when he looked into your eyes and became so adorably tongue-tied.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐘𝐎𝐔, who, on the day of your wedding, wore a crown of flowers in her hair and jewellery made from emerald sea-glass. Who kept the jewellery on that night you spent together, the smooth stone sliding over your bouncing breasts as you rode him into ecstasy.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐘𝐎𝐔, who held him tight on those nights he couldn't sleep. When the haunting echoes of war visited him instead of dreams. Who cradled him against your chest and carded through his golden hair, humming to him a song from your childhood, until his tense shoulder muscles smoothened down and he took more even, slumbering breaths.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍, who was always phenomenal when it came to choosing gifts. Whether they be for special occasions like your one year anniversary — when he surprised you with that delicate little music box specially crafted to play that tune, the one you always sung to him — or little delicates he brought home after a long day's work. Chocolates, flowers, books from the Capital where he conducted the duties of Commander.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐘𝐎𝐔, who would know immediately when your husband has had a taxing day. When he'd come through the door of the little town house you shared — his eyes shadowed, his hair mused from where he ruffled at it. You would go to him and place longer, sweeter kisses against his lips. You would instruct him to sit in the kitchen so you could brew him some tea, so you could take your fingers to his temples and draw soothing little circles.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍, who brought you to the beach on late summer's nights. Who would be mysterious and playful with his little secret, ushering you out of the house when you least expected it. Of course, he had the charade planned right down to the finer details; the standing wax candles in the sand, the blanket, the bottle of fine Mitras wine and two polished glasses waiting to be drunk.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍, who was reserved with his desires, and yet eager to please you at the same time. Who would murmur hot and heady into your ear; where do you need it, love? Does it feel good when I do this? Tell me what you need, let me please you. Who had years of power in his honed abdomen muscles and thighs as he would use them to thrust into you without conviction. Who would relish in the way you called out his name as your walls clenched around him, undoing him by the very seams.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐘𝐎𝐔, who gave him a small clothed package unannounced one day. Watchful as he undid the layers with those gorgeous blue eyes wide and curious. Who did not take long to understand what the gift meant — a little wooden horse and a hat that would be much too small for him. He had stood, unbelieving, his eyes shining with tears, and picked you up in a hug that stole the air from your lungs and spun you round, round, round.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍, who lay beside your curved belly swollen with life and read to them. About fields of fire, endless seas of ice, vast rivers of colour in the night sky. Who would place kisses to your unborn child, who would place kisses on the back of your hand and tell you how much he loved you.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍, who cooked with you on the days he had been spared from his military duties. Who would lift your beautiful child up into the air and make them giggle as you stirred the pot. Who would come up behind you and encircle you in his strong arms, placing a quick, chaste kiss on your temple.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐘𝐎𝐔, who was cunning with him, adoring the blush that still coloured your husbands cheeks when you did something daring. You would seek him out on late nights in the study as he poured over reports by lamplight. Quietly, you would slip your nightdress down from your shoulders and let it fall to a pool at your feet. It always made your pulse flutter, the way he looked at you, like a man strangled. Like a man so madly and irrevocably in love.

: ̗̀➛ 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍, who, before he left every morning and before he closed his eyes at night, would mutter the same exact words;

"I love you, my moon and stars."

: ̗̀➛ 𝐘𝐎𝐔, who would murmur right back;

"And I love you too, my entire night sky."

WRITING REQUESTS

#attack on titan #aot #aot fanfiction #armin arlert #armin x reader #armin arlet x reader #armin arlert fluff #armin arlet smut #armin arlet headcanons #i was feeling very big feelings for this man tonight #i love him too much #🪄— milky writes #headers by firefly graphics! <3 #‼️ — spoilers #💓 — thump

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lilypadlys · 1 month

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Mushy May Day Ten - Quiet Nights

Ship: Swiss/Phantom

Notes: Watching fireflies. I had a silly thought about what if Phantom’s freckles could glow in the dark. Prompt list by @forlorn-crows. See prompt list here

Word Count: 406

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“Whatcha thinking about Bug?” Swiss ruffles Phantom’s hair to get the younger ghoul’s attention. They’re both sitting out on the lawn watching the sun go down when Swiss notices that Phantom has zoned out.

“Do you think the deep sea creatures get lonely down there?”

Swiss laughs, caught off guard. “What?”

“You know, the bathypelagic zone where it’s really dark. Do you think they get lonely?”

“You’ve been watching sea documentaries with Rain again haven't you? I mean, probably not. They probably like it down there. Plus they’ve got that glowy thing they can do-”

“Bioluminescence!” Phantom says proudly.

“Yeah! They can use that to find each other.”

Phantom seems to consider this for a moment before blurting out, “Fireflies!”

“Hmm? Yeah fireflies can glow too.”

“No, fireflies!” Phantom points at the air in front of them until Swiss chuckles in understanding.

“Ahh. I hadn't realized they’d come out yet. It’s still a bit early in the season.”

They sit in silence for a while watching the glowing insects flash their lights like little twinkling stars. Swiss is pretty sure Phantom has started to stare off into space again when he chirps,

“I can glow too.”

He says it so casually that Swiss is sure he misheard.

“You sure can Bug, my little star.”

Only when he sees Phantom grinning at him from his peripheral does he turn his head.

“Holy shit.”

Phantom can in fact glow. More specifically his freckles are lit up, dotting his face in little sparks of light. They cross his face and bare shoulders, exposed by the tank top he stole from Swiss, like constellations. His vitiligo backdrops the lights like a swirling nebula.

��Have you always been able to do this?” Swiss asks, a little incredulous.

“Yeah.” Phantom shrugs.

“And you just now thought to mention it?”

Phantom shrugs again.

“You’re just full of surprises, my little lightning bug.”

He pulls the quintessence ghoul close and kisses each of the freckles on his nearest cheek. When Phantom giggles and presents the other side of his face, Swiss kisses him there too. After, Swiss squints.

“I think I missed one.”

“Where…oh!”

Swiss cups Phantom's chin to pull him close and kisses the freckle on his bottom lip.

Phantom blushes, and his glowing freckles twinkle. “I think you missed another one.” He points to the purse of his lips and smiles shyly.

“Well I can’t forget that one can I?” Swiss grins.

#the band ghost #nameless ghouls #swiss ghoul #phantom ghoul #swiss/phantom #fluff #fireflies #ghost fanfiction #mushy may 2024 #lys writes

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glassshine · 10 months

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I drew a moth and a firefly and they are friends :]

#or girlfriends idk #art #moth #firefly #bugs #fluff

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repressedqueen · 18 days

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My soul is in the sky

BuckTommy | fluff | 1.5k

“Have you always wanted to fly?” Buck wonders. “Not really. It had never crossed my mind until I enlisted. Somehow it felt like the right thing for me and when I first tried it, I realized that's what I want to do. I still remember my first flight like it was yesterday.” “How old were you?” “Oof, I don't know. Nineteen? Twenty?" “Wow that young? I need photos.” Buck demands excitedly. “There have to be some hidden somewhere.” “And how was it?” Tommy takes a long inhale, diving into memory lane. “Freeing.” He lets the air out loudly as if the same weight is getting off his shoulders all over again. "Like I was leaving everything behind for the first time." or, Evan Buckley gets his first flying lesson and a first taste of Tommy's past.

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I just needed to write something soft, simple and carefree after that heavy last episode... I hope my Bucktommy girlies like it. <3

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sunandflame · 10 months

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I heard that you were doing fluffs? This is my first time requesting but can you do a giyuu x touch-starved Reader? It’s fine if you don’t! And I hope you have a good day!🥰

-Your Insomniac Tumblr Athena

Yes honey, you heard that right and damn I love this idea! But I will do something short and I hope thats okay!

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Giyuu x touch-starved Reader

You were alone and overwhelmed with a sensation of loneliness and didn't knew what to do with yourself since this was the first time you were experiencing it.

You were hoping it would go away on its own, but it didn't.

It got worse and you started to feel stressed, anxious and depressed.

Giyuu noticed this and he silently approached you.

"You are not feeling well"

That wasn't a question, it was a fact.

"I just feel stressed and..."

Giyuu gave you a questioning look, waiting for you to finish your words but nothing came.

Your eyes only wandered to his hands and a sudden urge emerged from you.

Without a word you took his hands and holding them and a sudden relieve came over you.

His azure eyes widened, not expecting this behavior from you.

"I-I am sorry I just need this right now..."

Then it hit him. You were touch-starved.

He left your hands and pulled you into a tight hug.

You shuddered as the tension in your body eased, feeling the immediate relief.

You clung onto him, burying your face into the crook of his neck. "Please don't let go."

His strong arms tightened around you.

"I won't", he promised.

#divider by firefly graphics #sunnys work #demon slayer drabble #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba drabble #kny #kny drabble #giyuu tomioka #tomioka giyuu #giyuu x reader #giyuu x y/n #giyuu x you #touch starved #touch starved reader #kny fluff

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buckslafdhoodie · 7 days

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Chimney, fixing his head to toe rain gear as the team is getting off of a rare rainy shift: Did you seriously come out there in THAT, Tommy???

Tommy, wearing a grey LAFD tee shirt and jeans: uh… my clothes???

Chimney, glancing between the pilot and the rain: If by clothes than you mean the winner of the “most likely to give someone pneumonia if worn in the rain” award, then yes— Don’t you have a jacket or a hoodie or something?

Tommy, mentally buffering: Uh, no— not on m-

Buck, bounding over from the lockers in a pair of sweats and a slightly baggy navy LAFD hoodie: Hey! Sorry to make you wait, just had to chat with Ravi. Ready?

Chimney, grabbing his car keys from his duffel bag: Teach your man some environmental awareness, Buckaroo— I can feel the goosebumps from all the way over here! Maddie will kill you if you miss dinner because this guy forgot his jacket at home!

Buck, holding in his laughter and watching as Chimney walks away: You know him, Chim— criiiiiminally underprepared…..

Tommy, grinning and casually running his fingertips over the white lettering of his own last name on the back of Buck’s hoodie: Whatever you say, babe.

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waywardwizzard · 10 months

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"Dang, Mal, you've really scraped the bottom of the barrel with this one," Jayne said, looking down at the cage full of Jack Russell Terrier pups. "Although I heard there's some good eatin' on 'em for sure."

"Jayne! That ain't right!" Kaylee scolded, kneeling next to the big cage.

River giggled when one of the puppies licked her finger.

"Can taste freedom. Tastes like cornmeal."

Jayne glared at her, his hand straying to his gun.

"You keep yer mouth shut crazy-"

"Jayne, your mouth's moving. Might want to do somethin' 'bout that," Mal said, glaring at the merc. His eyes were hard and his hand was already on his gun.

Jayne threw Mal one last look before he stomped off, shouldering past Simon. The doctor glared at him before joining his sister at the cage.

"Wash!" Mal yelled to the pilot standing above him on the catwalk. "Set a course for Cassia. The client wants their goods before the week's out."

"And don't the rest of you have something else to do?" Mal added, looking at the group huddled around the crate.

The three kids shook their heads and turned back to playing with the yapping puppies.

Mal shook his head and slowly made his way to his bunk.

Sometimes the bottom of the barrel held all the treasure, Mal thought, gently patting Serenity's hull before he dropped down the ladder. Laughter sounded from the cargo bay and the Captain smiled. Just look at what it brought him.

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Author's note:

Thanks to everyone who liked/reblogged/commented, it means a lot and it really made my month<3 This was fun and I hope to see y'all next Yeehawgust!

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bosinclairsgff · 2 months

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Pet names the slashers use

Warnings: none

Includes: Bo Sinclair, Baby Firefly, Otis Driftwood, Amanda Young, The Grabber, Corey Cunningham, Brahms Heelshire, Mark Hoffman, Dollface

A/n I was running out of pet names I knew at the end sorry

- Bo will call you darlin, baby, babe or pretty girl. I could also calling you his little lamb. When he’s mad though, he’ll call you bitch or whore.

- Oh my gosh, Baby will call you just about anything. She mostly, however calls you sweetheart, sugar, honey, darling, pudding, cutie or love bug.

- Otis will address you as bitch anytime of the day. Even if he’s not mad at you, he could be HAPPY with you and be like “come hear bitch” and wouldn’t think twice. He will also call you mama, babygirl, bunny and missy.

- Amanda would call you something basic like baby, babe, MAYBE baby girl I’m not sure about that one though. She’s always calling you a pretty girl. I’m sure she’d occasionally throw in sweetie or sweetheart.

- Albert would of course call you dove, my love, sweetheart, honey, doll, baby. He’d only use degrading names when he’s angry.

- This man is a SIMP. Corey would call you baby, babe, my love, darling, baby girl, pretty girl and cutie!

- Mommy. He’d call you mommy, maybe mama. He’s a lil freak I fear.

- Mark isn’t a crazy romantic, he’d call you things like darling, babe, hot stuff and some other oddly specific name he comes up with.

- Dollface would call you sweet and cute names! Such as, baby, pumpkin, darling, kitty, bunny, love, sweetie, baby cakes and pretty girl.

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firefly--bright · 9 months

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Heaven

jean kirstein x gender neutral!reader. modern au!

warnings : none!

a/n : i know I promised chapters of belonging and the new girl fic but. i have no excuse i started college and have been SO busy between socialising like a Normal Human Being and assignments I literally have no time but I heard this one (1) song from mitski's new album and yeah. that's it. thats all. maybe the real fics were the mitski songs we heard along the way. i hope you guys enjoyed this!

inspired by this song by mitski!

taglist : @holding-infinity-and-a-book @mrsnobodynobody

masterlist is in pinned post! ✿ taglist is open! ✿ requests for jean kirstein and Reiner Braun are open! ✿

"so what you're saying is you'd rather kill a man with your bare hands than-"

"no! that's what you heard. i simply said something that's completely up to interpretation," you say, laughing. Jean's own laughter rings out in your bedroom, his presence creating a dip in your mattress.

"totally not what you were saying," he argues, still with a smile laced into his tone. you heard it, even if you were mockingly rolling your eyes.

"im simply the artist, jean, you can percieve what I said in any way. not my fault-" you say, cutting yourself short with a laugh as he scoffed loudly, "not my fault you want to see it in a negative light."

"yeah, yeah, you and your words. you're gaslighting me right now, I hope you know." he says, crossing his arms infront of his chest. you laugh softly again, shaking your head.

"oh, look who's using his big words now."

he laughs at that, and you swear your heart almost gives out. making people laugh is an achievement in your own terms, but somehow, making jean laugh sounds prettier. it sounds beautiful, a sound meant only for your ears to listen to. he doesn't cover his mouth when he laughs, unashamed of laughing at your jokes, his shoulders shaking with the weightlessness of being with you.

there was a low warmth in your room. between the illumination of your soft orange desk lamp and Jean's imperial warmth beside you - your belly felt full and aching with laughter. you supposed thats how you always felt with him, full and light and aching just a little - enough for you to appreciate it. jean wipes the corner of his eye with his index finger, an action you take as a win. you hoped his own belly ached as much as yours did. if he didn't love you back, atleast he'd be in the same boat as you, and maybe that would be better than being in love with you. less of a liability, more of a space, the same weightlessness.

the end of his laughter forces a pause in your conversation-turned-banter. and for the first time, you didn't feel the need to fill in the spaces. the large gaps were already filled with concrete - the comfortability of each other. maybe that was better than being in love with you, less of a trap, more of an understanding.

you lay your head on his shoulder with a small smile still on your face. he lets you, as if your warmth was meant to entangle with his own, as if his heat was less of a home to him than yours was. he inhales, something you can feel, before he starts his sentence. his arms are still crossed over his chest, his hands laying on his biceps, his thumb doing the small and endearing thing it does; stretching away from his palm, almost towards you, like he's reaching out, fidgeting. his thumb taps on his bicep before he starts speaking. you close your eyes, content.

"yknow, when I was small, like 5 yeard old, I wanna say? my mom would have to pry me away from the neighbour's dog. his name was leo-" you stifle a laugh at that. all dogs are named Leo, somehow, you want to say, but you let him continue. "and he was this mixed breed little guy. a beaglier, and he would always wag his tail when he saw me. i didn't," he says, pausing a little, and you can almost visualise how he's talking as if you aren't sitting side by side but facing him entirely. it's a pause of quiet acceptance, "i didn't have that many good friends, if any, so I would cry everytime my mom told me to go play with the other guys. but as soon as I saw Leo my day would be better. i loved that dog. even before moving away for college, i knew i'd miss him more than any of the people I was friends with." you lace your fidgeting hand with his. they're warm and calloused and accepting, almost eagerly. and then he's quiet again, and you're smiling again, but it's only again because it sounded pathetic to say you never stopped smiling with him.

maybe it wasn't pathetic, just more vulnerable. you hum as an agreement to his story, letting him know that even if your eyes were closed, your ears were open, hanging onto every single word escaping his lips. his head rests ontop of yours, and you can feel his voice now.

"i didn't think I'd ever call this place a home, if I'm being honest." he says. you want to ask him what he meant, but you let him continue after he stops. and maybe that's what unsaid love is, you think, letting someone continue their ranting even when you have so much to say and agree and add on to, because you want to find any and all opportunities to relate to them, because now they know you do. now they - now jean - knows that you understand and agree and want to add on to whatever he says. he continues, his voice soft and deep and warm and gentle all at once, and you would've wondered how his voice did that if he hadn't continued.

"but...i don't know. somehow, this... you, feel more like home than my childhood bedroom does, yaknow?" he says.

you know what he means. you agree. you want to add on to his words, but you can't because your throat has dried up, the moisture leaving your mouth and going straight to your eyes. you sigh out a small exhale, and it says more than you ever could. and jean knows what it means. he agrees. he wants to add onto.

but he doesn't, and neither do you. your interlinked hands do the thing that all human hands do in the sense that you're no better than anyone else in love. in the sense that they squeeze together impossibly tighter, to the point where they ache comfortably. his hand clasps onto yours like your words clasp onto his heart.

Jean's voice is soothing when he speaks again. at this point he knows the effect he has on you, you're sure he does, because jean is exactly the type of person to tease you for loving him so much despite it all. but he continues to talk not because of the fact that you love him, but because of the fact that he loves you. he continues to talk until your hand becomes loose in his, until your breathing is slowed and relaxed and as beautiful as all the other things you do.

he smiles after it. his head is still resting on yours and for this moment, for this night, he thinks, he doesn't mind if he wakes up with his back aching after sleeping upright, neck twisted a bit uncomfortably, because being with you is everything but uncomfortable. his back won't ache, and he knows this because loving you aches enough, in the way that makes him appreciate it. less of a liability, more of a comfortable weightlessness of your head on his shoulder, supported by him and his presence. less of a trap, more of an understanding of how much more he'd be willing to endure for you. more of a comfort, instead, of knowing how much you wouldn't put him through, not knowingly. more of a realization, instead, of how much he loves you.

in the warm light of your orange desk lamp, jean and your breaths sync, your hands still loosely clamped together, jean swears this is better than whatever he thought love would be. jean swears this is better than any of the love he had dreamt of recieving as a teenager, all the dramatic rom-comness of it all. here, with you, with your warm and gentle and soft voice that had died out because of the safety that came with his presence, he swears this is better than any paradise he could've gone to.

maybe that's all your love is, he thinks. comfort, limitless, timeless, but maybe your love isnt a word said out loud, isn't something that language can procure.

maybe it's just this. just the dip of your mattress, just the glow of your desk lamp, just the sound of your gentle laughter.

he loves you. he swears it feels better than any heaven.

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ther3allyra · 2 days

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Can you write about Joel meeting *you* as a Firefly member?

The Season Of Fireflies

☾Joel Miller X F!Reader

☾Summary: When Tess and Joel go to confront Robert, what will he think when they come across not only Marlene and Ellie. But you too?

☾Word Count: 1k (or to be specific, 1042)

☾A/N: Than you Anon, for requesting this!, this one one of my most fun writes to do. Please keep requesting, I’m loving all of this!

Everything had happened so quickly, from smuggling Ellie to Tess becoming infected. Not once did you think you’d end up dating, someone like Joel. To be truthful to yourself, it all happened so quickly.

It was evening as usual, fireflies always done everything at night. It’s how they kept things a secret, for so long. You and the others such as Kim and Marlene were preparing, to move Ellie to the state house. Yet unexpectedly FEDRA officers, came storming in starting a shoot up. This left most people dead, Kim without an ear, Marlene with a gunshot wound to her stomach. And you? Well surprisingly you were all right, you were with Ellie at the time. Thankfully the officers were dumb as fuck, they shot out most people and thought they’d got them all.

Telling Ellie to stay where she was, you quickly left the room to see what mess had been caused. What you didn’t expect was to have Marlene leaning on your shoulder, on one end of the hall. While Joel, and Tess were on the other side. Guns raised. Using her knife Ellie had shot out of the room, some sort of act in trying to protect you yet it didn’t end well. Once Marlene had convinced Joel not to point his gun at her, yet instead the three of you. Things were different.

You’d seen Joel maybe once our twice in the street, smuggling buisness of course. And you’d even bought a few things off Tess, she always had good supplies. Yet neither of them knew you were a firefly, and now that made things awkward. You could tell by the look on his face, Joel never intended to hurt anyone. Certainly not Ellie, something in his eyes you noticed, made him look more daringly when he shot his head towards her.

You knew what the plan was, everyone who was in the building did. But now with the majority of them dead or injured there was not a chance, you’d make it there like this. So what happened? Marlene begged, she begged Joel and Tess to take her there, that they’d get what they want if they helped them. And for a moment you thought, that they’d laugh in your face and shoot all of you. Make off with the car battery Robert was about to sell you, when FEDRA officers stormed the place. Yet they accepted, on one condition.

You didn’t have a chance to argue, you were really the only non injured firefly there at the time, and so when Marlene said that you’d go with Ellie to make sure they didn’t kill her. Your stomach felt as if it were doing backflips, because if they were to kill Ellie. Then surely they’d kill you to? No?. Yet, you grabbed your things along with Ellie, and headed out without complaint. You hadn’t realised that it started to rain, so when you were walking back to what presumed was their apartment, the rain soaked right through to your bones. You dared not complain though, frightened at the thought of being shot to death, instead you opted to hurry Ellie along to make sure you kept up with them.

It wasn’t that far of a walk luckily, until you’d made it to the top floor of one of the buildings. Tess opened the door to what presumed was their apartment, and held it open for you and the rest to go through, before entering and locking it behind her. Ellie had followed Tess as she pointed to the bathroom, as if to say she could take a shower if need be. While she headed to the kitchen, to make some tea possibly or to map out their journey. Yet you? You followed Joel into the living room. The room was certainly homey, decorated in soft colour furniture, while they even had a sun catcher on the window.

‘What’re you staring at?’, a gruff the voice said behind you causing you to jump. Even though it was just Joel, he moved quietly. ‘Oh, I erm, nice room’ you stammered out quickly, you didn’t want to seem like a creep. The only response you got from him was a huff, as he took a seat on the sofa.

‘Look.’ You began roughly, ‘I don’t want any, funny business from you, I know what you fireflies are like.’ He warned, of course which left you a little insulted. You thought that you and the others were just trying to do good, yet you knew not everyone was onboard with your views. Honestly, it was if he could read your mind with the words that came out of his mouth. ‘We won’t kill her.’ He states, ‘or you, as long as we get our things when we had you guys over’. You nod at him, as he shifts his position to lay down. It wasn’t as if you were accustomed, to threats yet something felt…different.

To this day, you never really understood why you. Why he fell for you, and why he loved you dearly. Yet at the same time you wouldn’t have had it any other way. After leaving the apartment and making it outside the QZ, it was a bumpy ride. Especially when you all had the run in, with a fucking clicker zombie. It was even hated now Tess was gone, she’d been bitten and had chosen to sacrifice herself to save the three of you. You were forever grateful. And that’s where you had ended up, where you were now. Sat in one of the chairs, at the dining table in Bill and Franks. Ellie had gone for a shower, and a much needed one considering how long she was taking.

‘What you thinking about?’ Joel hums, as he wraps his arms around you embracing you. He could always sense the mood you were in, one of the great things about him. You tilt your head to the left, leaning it on his forearm and taking in the feeling. ‘Just how we met’. Joel chuckled in response, even he to this day. Wouldn’t have thought he’d end up with a member on the fireflies.

Yet here you both were, in the spring. The season of the fireflies.

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fortheloveofarchons · 1 month

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Caelus finds Aventurine alone

Check out my new fic called "Caelus Our Silly, Little, Chaotic Goober!" Full chapter is at the link down below!! Kudos and comments are much appreciated!

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- Aventurine/Caelus ship - Aventurine/Ratio ship - Fluff and humour - Fluff and Angst - Hurt Aventurine - Soft Dr Ratio - Soft Caelus - Neck kissing - Mentioned Firefly and Robin

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“Is that… Mr. Aventurine?”

What was supposed to be a normal day for Caelus to find some trashcan– I mean, wander around The Reverie, finds himself hiding behind the elevator, peeking at the young man with sandy blonde hair. He crouches low behind the sleek, metallic frame of the elevator, his eyes dart nervously across the expansive lobby.

It appears that Aventurine is by himself, lounging on the elegant round sofa in the centre of the hotel lobby. Aventurine reclines casually, his posture relaxed as he soaks in the opulent surroundings, seemingly oblivious to the commotion unfolding around them.

A few passersby cast some odd gazes and furtive glances in Caelus’s direction. Their expressions range from confusion to suspicion, their whispers mingling with the soft hum of conversation that fills the air.

“What is he doing over there?”

“He’s so weird…”

“Mom… he looks scary.”

Caelus couldn’t help but let out an awkward chuckle in response, rubbing the back of his head from their attention. After all, how would you feel from seeing a random guy just hiding behind the elevator and acting suspicious in the middle of the day?

Just as Caelus was about to stand up, someone whispered something… different.

“Ugh… I can’t believe the IPC allows a Sigonia to work under their authority. What were they thinking?”

Caelus stops at his tracks, hearing the nosy lady’s voice.

Wait… what?

“Hey, pipe down!” The other lady whispers loudly. “We’re in a hotel lobby, maintain your dignity!”

“Ugh, I know…” Caelus didn’t turn his head to look at the two ladies, but he still remained in his tracks, hearing their words. “It’s just– You know fully well how I feel about those Sigonians, a bunch of manipulative skeezers who can enchant those around them and get what they want. As much as I pity them sometimes, no wonder the Katicans attacked them, Sigonians’ traits can inspire jealousy in others.”

He could hear chuckles rasping from behind.

Caelus clenches his fists onto his black jacket. As much as the working relationship between Caelus and Aventurine was not from coercion, but a temptation with the promise of gain after the devastating events of what happened to Firefly and Robin’s demise, the hotel guests’ hurtful words would certainly make an ordinary individual feel angry at them.

Wait… so those glances… Caelus thought, staring at Aventurine from behind. And those words were all about him this whole time? What do I… do?

A pang of empathy stirs within him, the discomfort of witnessing such behaviour urging him to take action.

► (Walk up to Aventurine and talk to him)

► (Hit those people with a baseball bat! Rules are made to be broken, after all!)

► (Ignore Aventurine and move on, trashcan and treasure awaits!)

“No, I can’t just hit these people with my baseball bat.” Caelus mumbles to himself. “I don’t want to make the others worried about my wrongdoings once again… But, ignoring him doesn’t seem right either.”

Despite the unease gnawing at his conscience, Caelus knows he can't stand idly by. With a determined resolve, he rises from his position and strides purposefully towards the lone figure, his footsteps echoing softly against the tiled floor.

As he approaches, he notices the subtle tension in Aventurine’s posture. Despite his pink rimmed glasses, it doesn’t cover the slight downturn of his eyes. A familiar sight– the weight of isolation and rejection bearing down on his shoulders already burdened by external issues.

With his casual smile, Caelus sits down next to Aventurine in greeting, his voice warm and genuine as he offers a simple invitation to join him.

“Hey, mind if I join you for a bit?” He asks, his words carrying a quiet sincerity that resonates in the silence of the room.

Caelus could’ve sworn that Aventurine’s two toned neon pink and blue eyes widened in surprise, but Aventurine immediately covers it by pushing his pink-tinted glasses upward.

“Ah, Mr. Stellaron.” Aventurine casts him a smirk, his arm gesturing to the seat beside him. “A pleasant surprise, though it is not unexpected to meet you again.”

“Ahaha… It sure is.” Caelus casts a side eye to one of the passersby, who immediately avoids his gaze and resumes walking from their post. Although it is normal that the IPC would create neutral relationships with everyone across the galaxy, seeing a Sigonian man conversing with the Trailblazer who once saved the Xianzhou Luofu and Jarilo-VI automatically made the passersby resumes their duties, as if those insults weren’t thrown in the first place.

“Humans certainly are interesting when it comes to status and wealth,” Aventurine initiates a conversation, bringing his glass of whiskey to his lower lip. “Don’t they, friend?”

“Sorry?” Caelus blinks in confusion.

“Think about it, wealth begets Erudition, produces Elation, averts Destruction, and builds Harmony.” Aventurine sips on his fine glass of whiskey before he sets it back onto the table, and drops of water from the whiskey glass stays in his gloves. “Yet, there’s always going to be people that cause chaos in this order. I guess it doesn’t really matter how much you try to conceal yourself with lavish clothes and silver tongues.”

“...Wait, if this is what you are implying then--" The gears shift into Caelus's head. "Is that why you use these sunglasses? Especially when they are pink-rimmed? Wait-- Is that why you are wearing fancy, lavish clothes too?"

“You're smart, mostly for pointing the 'pink-rimmed' part out!” Aventurine replies back, holding the temple of his glasses. “I like wearing clothes like these, as I never had the chance to, but for the glasses, it's for my eyes, not for showing off."

Aventurine then takes off his glasses, and Caelus could see them clearly. The colours of his eyes immediately reminds him of the enigmatic meme back in the Memory Zone, one that is believed to be a manifestation of people’s fear of death and murder. With its piercing purple and pink shades, along with its squirmy body that looks like a centipede, it sends a shiver down Caelus’s spine.

Especially after what happened with Firefly.....

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