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foliosriot · 6 months

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hi! pls could i request a folio fluff where folio gets back from tour and he gets super cuddly and clingy? 🫶

Back To You

pairing: nick folio x reader

warnings: none, just pure fluff

a/n: my dear beloved anon you have no idea how badly i’ve been wanting to write something like this!! so here it is for your enjoyment! i hope you like it <333

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You’ve been in the airport’s parking garage for almost an hour. Leaning against the side of the car and being bored out of your mind have been the only activities that you have occupied yourself with. It’s getting awfully annoying.

Periodically you’ll check your phone. Matt has been keeping you updated on flight times and how much time is left of their flight is. But the long waits between his texts are causing you unease.

About a week ago Matt had asked if you’d be willing to pick him, Bryan, and Bad Omens up from the airport once tour finished. You had happily agreed, knowing you would get to see your boyfriend after so long.

Nick would FaceTime you and tell you about each concert once it was over, no matter what time it was. You didn’t mind one bit. Most of the time you were able to stay awake and listen to him ramble about his day and the show the band had just played. Other times his voice lulled you to sleep, and you would wake the next morning to see Nick had ended the FaceTime. But he never failed to send you a good night and good morning text. He knows the time differences are difficult for you and never complains about you falling asleep on call.

(Although, he will never admit the amount of screenshots he has of you sleeping from those calls. Those are for him to giggle at and admire.)

You’ve missed Nick every day he’s been gone on tour. He hates being away from you, but he knows you have a job and responsibilities of your own that you have to take care. If those weren’t in the picture, Nick would have you tagging along on every tour Bad Omens does.

And now, you’ll finally get to see him after a couple months. It has your heart rate spiking.

Your phone vibrates in your hand, and you look down at the screen to see Matt has texted you saying that the plane just landed. Excitement is pulsing through your veins viciously.

You begin pacing the length of the car as you wait, your hands jittering from inside the pocket of your sweatshirt. Well, it’s actually Nick’s, but it’s your favorite of his. Plus, it has been the only thing you’ve wanted to wear since he left.

Another twenty minutes passes before Matt’s texting you again. He’s asking where you’re parked in the garage. You reply with shaky hands.

That's when you’re able to put your phone back in your Nick’s sweatshirt pocket. You begin bouncing on the balls of your feet anxiously, until you start hearing voices coming from the other end of the garage level you’re on. There’s a laugh that echoes against the concrete walls that you haven’t heard in person for what feels like a lifetime.

You hesitantly step around the backend of the car to see the band and Bryan and Matt walking towards you, their luggage in hand. Your eyes find Nick immediately, and your heart swells inside your chest at the sight of your boyfriend.

Noah notices you first. He waves at you with one hand, the other grasping the handle of his suitcase. You then watch him nudge Nick, who had been walking beside him. Nick looks to Noah, Noah says something to him, Nick looks in your direction. You see Nick stop walking for a moment before he's running at you full speed, his bags still in hand.

Nick has a huge smile on his face as he races for you. You don't have much time to brace for impact before he's dropping his things several yards away and barreling into you. His arms are around you in an instant, and you find yourself being lifted into the air and twirled around.

Your arms curl around his neck on instinct. Having him back with you feels like coming home.

After another spin or two, Nick finally sets you down, his hands finding their way to your face. With his palms pressed to your cheeks — his thumbs rest at the peaks of your cheekbones and his fingers grace your earlobes and the skin beneath — he leans in and kisses you. Your fingers immediately dive into his hair, tugging lightly at the strands.

Nick is kissing you like a man starved. He’s moving his lips against yours with so much passion and love that it has your back meeting the exterior of the car. You kiss him back just as fiercely until you’re feeling pleasantly lightheaded.

Sadly, Nick pulls back. You blink open your eyes, and in your peripheral vision, you can see the rest of the guys finally reaching you. You feel embarrassment sluice through you at the smirks a couple of them wear.

"Hi, baby," Nick suddenly breathes in to your mouth. He presses a few quick kisses to your lips before he leans back to properly meet your eyes.

"Hi," you greet him with a smile. You run your hands through his hair, relishing the familiar feeling between your fingers. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.”

Nick goes to kiss you again but is stopped by someone loudly clearing their throat. You both turn to see Jolly looking at you expectantly, his eyebrows raised high. However, you don’t miss the amusement in his eyes.

“As endearing as this exchange is, we’d like to go home now,” he tells you.

You laugh anxiously but push Nick away from you anyways. He tries to step back into your space, until Matt is pulling you towards him. Matt wraps you up in a tight hug that is nearly painful, then the moment is over before you could lose consciousness.

The guys situate their bags in the trunk of the car then turn to hug you in greeting. They’re all obviously exhausted and you don’t blame them for wanting to get home so they can sleep in their own beds.

Then Nick has his arms around you once more. He has his chest pressed to your back as you’re trying to close the trunk door. You struggle for a moment before Bryan is closing it for you. You shoot him a grateful smile that he returns.

"Nicky baby, I have to drive," you say to your boyfriend with a laugh. But Nick remains shamelessly clinging to you, even as you attempt to shuffle towards the driver's side of the car.

"No, you don't," he mumbles into your hair. "Someone else can drive."

You roll your eyes with a groan. That’s true, yes, but everyone is tired and clearly running dangerously low on energy. You open your mouth to tell Nick just that as someone steps around you to get in the driver’s seat.

“Dude, what the fuck are you doing?” you question Noah. “Let me drive so you can sleep for a bit.”

Noah shakes his head as he starts the engine.

“I’d rather not be a foot within Clingy Folio, thank you,” Noah responds. He has a small smile on his face when he looks to you. “I’m gonna make Nicholas suffer instead.”

“Fuck you, Sebastian, I’m not doing that,” Nicholas tells him. “They can sit in the back by themselves and I will claim shotgun.”

On the other side of the car you can clearly see Nicholas bump Matt out of the way as he gets in to the passenger seat. He quickly closes the door and locks it while Matt playfully curses at him, a smile on both of their faces.

With Noah and Nicholas up front, then Jolly, Bryan and Matt in the second row, you’re banned to the backseat with Nick. You barely have enough time to buckle your seatbelt before Nick is squishing in next to you. His right arm squeezes between your back and the seat and he uses the other to grab your hand. You respond by resting your head against his shoulder.

Noah begins driving out of the parking garage. Nick plants a few kisses to your head before he settles his head on top of yours.

“I missed you so fucking much,” you hear Nick whisper.

“I missed you, too,” you whisper back. “You’re not allowed to leave me again.”

Nick pinches your side, and you jolt in response. You elbow him in the stomach before settling against him once more.

“You know, you always say that, babe,” Nick says with a small laugh. “But you let me leave anyways ‘cause you know I’ll always come back to you.”

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twyftwyt · 5 months

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a little Noah imagine I wrote last night, so enjoy

warnings: smut

“Did you miss me?”

We hadn’t seen each other in over a month until I decided to go surprise him on tour. He had a few more shows before the end but I just couldn’t wait any longer. I had been touch and love deprived for a month now and I needed to see the only man that could ever make me crawl out of my skin. So I took the first flight to Toronto, where they were playing tonight and landed a bit dizzy but ready to surprise the hell out of him. I had previously called Jesse to let him know I’m coming and he made to sure to send me an AAA pass, so I could access the venue before they even got to it themselves.

I put my bags down in one of the green rooms and got a bottle of a water from the mini fridge. 12:30, they should be here any minute now. My phone, discarded on the leather couch I was sitting on currently, came to life with a buzz.

“Just got here. Where are you?” - Jesse

“Third green room to the left once you enter from the back.”

“Cool. I’ll send him there.” - Jesse

Jesse was a top tier friend for keeping my secrets and helping me with the execution of all the little, sinister plans I had for Noah. Like that one time I surprised him with a trip to New Zealand for his birthday but had to make up a story that the AC in his room broke down and he couldn’t use his room for a few days, so essentially Jesse sent him to my place.

I heard the knob of the door and my eyes immediately shot at the tall, lean figure that entered the dim lit room.

“Hi, handsome.”

His eyes pierced mine the moment my voice danced around his ears. He was wearing his Naruto hoodie, a pair of black shorts and a black Omens cap. And damn, did he look good.

“What the–“ was all he could mutter

“Surprised to see me, baby?”

I got up and started walking over to him slowly. He was still looking at me in disbelief. The moment I reached him and locked my fingers behind his neck, I felt his muscles tense. Our bodies responded in such a way every time we were around each other and it was fucking epic every single time. Like electricity but worse.

“I sure am, so give me a fucking minute, please.”

I was already on my tippy toes grinning up at him. My eyes lingered from his eyes down to his lips and back up to his eyes.

“You’re not gonna give me a little smooch?”

I puckered my lips at him and he showed me his pearly whites, grinning back at me.

“I’ll give you a fucking beating, I’ll tell you that much.”

“Mmh–“

My moan was cut short by his hungry mouth. I felt his tongue slip inside and trace my own before getting into a little fight with it. He was cute like that but I quickly felt him turn primal.

“I’ve a sound check in 30.”

“30’s a solid number. We can do 30.” I moaned into his mouth.

“Then let’s do fucking 30.”

I felt his hands around my waist, guiding me backwards until my knees hit the couch. He pushed me onto it and took his sweatshirt off along with the shirt he had underneath. I wasted no time tugging at the hem of his shorts, pulling them down until I freed one my favorite things about him. Looking up at him, I wet my right hand and gripped him firmly.

“Fuck–”

“Did you miss me?”

“Almost every fucking bight, babe.”

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silentglassbreak · 3 months

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Noah Sebastian x OFC

K listen, I've haven't written any band FF in a LONG LONG LONG time, mkay? But Bad Omens...Noah Sebastian...mmmph. Let's see how far we get here. If you enjoy, let me know. If you want to be tagged in the next part, let me know that too. If you even so much as take the time to read MY SINCEREST GRATITUDES CAUSE WRITING THIS STUFF IS MY ESCAPE. xo

Warnings: Alcohol abuse, overall abuse, mild violence (ie. bar fights), smut, swearing, and altogether just a lot of fuckery.

+It goes without saying. This is a work of fiction. My words are mine. Plagiarism is a crime.

Part 1 - Burning Out

Work had been long today. Longer than most days. The customers screaming at me had only taken it's toll so much, but having a God awful supervisor who was hell bent on making me late for my meeting, knowing full well how important my twice weekly meetings were, had completely wiped my energy and patience in one fell swoop. Needless to say, I was in no mood for excess attitude or traffic today. Which is why I found myself cursing at the jackass in the SUV in front of me, taking at least a year to make a right hand turn into the close to empty parking lot where the meeting was being held. It took the last of my self restraint to not lay on my horn and flip a specific finger at the driver.

Finally reaching the normal parking space in front of the unmarked office building, I silently breathed a sigh of relief. I had made it, only 2 minutes later than I should be. I began scrambling for my energy drink and my bag before shuffling out of my car and pressing the fob to hear the beep of the alarm set. My poor beat up Tahoe was doing her best, so I never took my frustrations out on her.

As I crossed the parking lot, I whipped my head around to gauge the spaces, noticing all of the regulars were already here, meaning I was the last to arrive. Sucks, given I'm the meeting organizer. Something caught my eye. A vehicle I didn't recognize, a black SUV. The same one who apparently can't make a right turn to save their life. Newbie? The rest of the offices were closed for the day, so I can't see why else they'd be here.

The building is always so quiet at 6PM, so the tapping of my chucks on the tile floors is louder than I'd like, drawing attention to my obvious lateness. (To who?). Didn't matter. I felt ashamed. These meetings are the most important facet of my life right now. I needed to be more punctual. Maybe next time, I'll tell Supervisor Sam to fuck right off like he deserves.

"Guys, I am so fucking sorry. Douchebag sup made me late...again." I announced as I backed into the door, opening it, and heading straight to the table to pull the Crumbl cookies out of my bag and setting them next to the water cooler and Keurig machine. I always brought sweets. It kept the cravings away.

"No worries Leena, we've just been chatting with the new guy." I turned around to see Abel, my veteran, who was gesturing to someone I didn't know.

I went around the circle of chairs, counting off my regular faces, some newer than others.

Abel, Rodger, Syd, Seth, Ali, Jackson, Mark, and Jillian.

However, sitting between Abel and Jillian was a newcomer, who currently had his back turned, slumped forward in his chair. Brown hair, longer than the hat he wore, black sweatshirt and dark blue jeans. Black sneakers. Hood up. Guarded, uncomfortable. What little of his hands I could see kneading together, they were completely tattooed. Even at Abel's mention of him, he didn't turn to face me.

"Oh! Well good! Great job guys. We can go ahead and get started." I grabbed my clipboard off the table, and rounded the group and took my normal spot next to Syd. By the way her hair was pulled back and her face looked dry and sullen, I could tell we had some things to talk about today.

"Well, my new folks don't typically like to talk first on their first day, but just know, that you being here is only the beginning. And we are all here to welcome you to our group. Right, guys?" I directed my statement toward the stranger, who I now can see more clearly. His face is pale, with the exception of the dark circles rested comfortably above his cheekbones. If I were to take a guess, those had been there a while.

The rest of my group nodded, with several of them giving a quick 'That's right.' and 'Welcome in.'

"I'm Leena, the group coordinator. I can answer any questions you may have?" The stranger just peered at me with dark eyes and shook his head. "Okay, we can jump right in, then."

I could feel Syd next to me bursting to talk, so I looked to her.

"Syd, do you want to get us started today?" She only nodded, wiping some stray tears forming on her cheeks.

Syd was such a beautiful girl. Only 21 years old, it was amazing that she found the strength to come to us so young, and work on turning her life around. Her neon blue hair was knotted on top of her head, and she was picking feverishly at her sleeve of her sweater. I could feel what was coming. I always could.

"I...I fell off the wagon." I only nodded, knowing. She had missed three meetings, and unless someone forewarned me about vacations or work obligations, it almost always meant they were on a bender of some kind.

"Okay," As her tears began pouring, I reached over and ran a hand up her arm. There was a reason I sat Syd right next to me. She had been one of my newest, and biggest challenges. Overcoming the demons was an every day, every moment, every second battle that she was still very much fighting. "It's alright honey. We're all here to support you. No one is judging."

She went on to explain she had began with a mimosa at brunch with her friends, who didn't know she was in recovery. She didn't want them to know, so she tried to just sip. It didn't work. It never does. The one drink lead to a blackout weekend and three days in jail for public intoxication. She lost the job she had just gotten at the local DMV. Syd was going through it. She would need Seth, her sponsor, more than usual right now. He was on the other side of her, clutching her hand as she cried.

Once Syd had finished her confession, and emotionally put her 30-day coin back in the jar, we moved on to Seth.

One by one, through the circle, we heard everyone's stories of recent achievements and sorrows. Challenges and victories. Their ongoing battles. Once Jillian finished telling us about her recent trip to Vegas with her friends, where she managed not to have a single drink. We applauded her, because we all knew how much restraint that took.

I would steal occasional glances at our guest, whose eyes would also glance back at me once in a while, but mostly followed the speakers, never moving in his chair, stoic as cement. This isn't uncommon for people coming here for the first time. It's not easy to do, and it's wildly uncomfortable at first.

However, the circle was now all looking at him, and a look of almost panic flashed across his face.

"Is it on me?" His voice was deeper than I expected, with a clear rasp to it that told me all I needed to know about his history. He belonged here, and we were glad to have him.

I nodded. "How much you tell us is entirely up to you, but all I ask is you at least tell us your name, and why you're here."

He bit his bottom lip, eyes cast at me from across the room, looking up through long, dark eyelashes. "I have to say it out loud?"

"That's one of the first steps." I kept a soft smile on my face. Being warm, and understanding was my entire job here.

Abel's elbow nudged the stranger, who glanced at him, encouraging him. "No worries man, we've all been here."

A hard sigh left his throat, ending with a sharp cough.

"My name is Noah. And I'm an alcoholic."

****

Once the meeting had ended, I was stacking chairs back against the wall, prepping the room for the next meeting, NA. They had their own setup, and would be in here in about 30 minutes. Most everyone had left, with the exception of Abel, Syd, and Noah. Our newest AA member had been pretty tight-lipped about himself, only admitted to being 27 years old, and in the entertainment industry. He didn't elaborate further. That was just fine. If he kept coming, we would encourage him further, but AA was all about getting you through it at your pace. As long as you didn't drink, I was happy.

I was putting away the leftover cookies, planning to take the last couple with me to work tomorrow for a snack. I happened to catch a glimpse of someone leaving the restroom, and I noticed it was Noah. Everyone else had left only a couple minutes ago.

"Oh, hey!" I waved at him to come over. He paced his tall frame over to me, towering over me easily. He had at least a foot of height on me, which was hilarious, given I was a year older and 3 years sober myself.

"Hey, thanks for having me today. I didn't know if you could just come to these things." I slung my bag over my shoulder, smiling at him.

"C'mon, I wanted to chat with you before you left." We made our way out of the building as Angie, the NA organizer walked in past us, smiling at us both.

We reached the parking lot, my green Tahoe and the same black SUV being some of the only vehicles left. It dawned on me that he drove the SUV. Well, he may need a driving lesson, but he seemed nice enough.

I turned to face him before heading for my car. "Have you talked to anyone about being a sponsor? The only requirements I have is that they have been sober at least 6 months. Almost everyone in our group is, with the exception of Syd and Jackson." I could see him chewing his lip, his fingers fiddling with his keys.

"No, I...I didn't think about it." His eyes were looking everywhere but at me.

"Noah?" I asked, trying to get his attention. "Do you know what a sponsor is?"

This drew a short, burst of a chuckle out of him, his lips curling in a sheepish grin while he shook his head. I saw his frame relax for just a second, his arm reaching to scratch the back of his neck.

"I don't." I nodded, chuckling myself.

"No worries! I didn't when I started either." I waved him over to the bench perched just outside the building. He followed me and we sat. "A sponsor is someone to keep you straight. Someone who will keep your head on when you feel like you might fall off." He was listening, eyes fixed on me. "This is the person you call when you want a drink. They'll talk you down, distract you. Support you." He nodded, understanding crossing his features.

"Do they have to be a member of the group?"

"No, not necessarily, but they do need to be sober. A sponsor is no good if they are drinking and setting bad examples."

"Makes sense. I'll think on it." I stood up then, stretching up on my toes to flex my legs that had been sitting most the day. He stayed sat, now looking up at me.

"I do need you to have a sponsor by the next meeting on Thursday, though. Have to have one by your second session. And if you don't have one by then, we can get someone in the group to sponsor you, no problem."

He raised a brow at me, a smirk on his lips. "Didn't you say you only had one rule?" This threw me off. Smartass? It was innocent, I could tell, but a joker. Hadn't had one of those in a while.

I laughed it off. "Well, I only do for your first day. There are only a few rules to AA, but they're pretty much common sense."

He stood then, towering me once again. "Can you tell me anyway? I don't want to fuck this up." We then began walking back towards the cars. When I walked toward mine, he followed. It was dark already, so I didn't mind. This was LA, after all.

"Well, the first is obvious, no drinking." I popped my driver door open and flung my bag in toward the passenger's side. He nodded at me and leaned against the rear door of my truck.

"Second, no coming in drunk. As obvious as that may seem, you would not believe how many people I've kicked out of the meeting for showing up mid-bender." He raised his eyebrows. "As much as I'd like to keep and eye on them, it's not good for the other members."

"No, for sure." His tone was even.

"And lastly," I then looked straight at him, so he knew how serious I was. "don't ever lie to me." I could see him straighten just a little, feeling the seriousness of what I was saying. "If you fell off, admit it. I'm not judging. I did, so many times. But if you lie, you're out." I then took a step closer, if only to make my point, "Because I always find out."

He kicked off from my truck, his body less than six inches from mine. He looked down at me, the ghost of a smile playing on his lips.

"Yes ma'am." I felt a twinge up the back of my spine. It was a little warm all of a sudden, and my mouth was dry. I stepped back, and was able to regain my brain.

I smiled brightly at him and swung myself up into my truck. Before I slid my legs in, I looked at him, now almost at eye-level.

"Great! I'll see you Thursday, then!"

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fuckyeahgoodomens · 9 months

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doihavetosaymyname · 1 year

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SIGNS YOUR MANIFESTATION IS ABOUT TO COME TRUE

Pick a pile and get a reading <3

Art credit: YOSHITAKA AMANO.

Pile one

4 of wands, the Tower, king of pentacles, the Fool, 9 of swords rx, 3 of swords rx, 4 of wands (again), the Star.

Channelled message: Don’t lose hope.

Phoenix rising from the ashes symbolism; a shocking event that will make you reevaluate your whole life might happen shortly before your manifestation. You may feel like you hit the rock bottom but you are also free. The moment you have nothing to lose anymore your dreams will come true.

Your manifestation seems to come true during the Aquarius season. Also manifestations may happen during the time you attend lots of celebrations: weddings, birthdays, baby showers, etc.

Pay attention to 4444 synchronicity.

Song: SZA —Far.

If nobody wants you, you’re free.

Pile two

The Strength, 7 of pentacles, 8 of cups.

Channelled message: No need to proof anything to anyone.

You have been waiting patiently, you have been putting in work to hone your craft; you walked away from things that no longer serve you, cut off some friends. May feel bittersweet about it. Once you ‘tame the beast’ inside by doing shadow work, your manifestation will come and hit you out of nowhere.

Leo season is important for you, you may have Leo in your big three, too.

Occurrence of number 8, 8888 synchronicity may be a sign that your blessing is close.

Song: FKA twigs — lightbeamers.

Tell yourself you love you so

Lay down your fears, baby

Ain’t anybody dies from it, no

Pile three

2 of swords, 9 of wands, king of wands rx, 8 of wands, the Emperor, 7 of pentacles, 8 of wands rx (again), the High Priestess

Channelled message: Keep going no matter what .

Expect your manifestation to come true during the Libra full moon (Aries season).

You may feel like you do not have control over anything in your life, things would become very fast-paced and unpredictable. Lots of people may reveal their dark secrets to you; you may hear information you think you were better off not knowing. There is a possibility of getting into a love triangle, too.

Fire element plays an important part in your life. Candles, lights, and even fire sign people may be a good luck omen to you.

Song: Beyoncé — Break my soul.

You won’t break my soul.

Pile four

5 of wands, 9 of cups, the Devil rx, the Hermit, the World, 4 of cups, 6 of swords, queen of wands.

Channelled message: Use your gifts for good and you will receive 10 times more goods back.

Seems like you will be blessed with material abundance in that period of time. Overindulgence, hedonistic approach to life, lots of sex with no genuine connection. All of it is fun at first, you even mistake your physical wealth with your manifestation coming true. Eventually this kind of lifestyle leaves you bored and empty. You will experience lots of fighting, too.

And then, during that period of isolation, your true manifestation will actually hit you. There will be an opportunity to travel, to finally reignite the spark in your soul. You will regain passion for life and feel truly happy.

Number 9 is important to you, you may be a life path 9. Capricorn and Virgo season are your most lucky times of the year, you may have those signs in your big three.

Manifestation may come true during your North node/Sun/Venus/Jupiter 12th house transit.

Song: Frank Ocean, Earl Sweatshirt — Super Rich Kids.

Oh, real love

I’m searching for a real love.

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wanderlustqueen-writes · 1 year

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DRAW (AND DRABBLE) THIS IN YOUR STYLE!!! Original post here.

I hope I’m not too late for the party!

Congratulations @giuliadrawsstuff on reaching those milestones, and thank you for gifting our fandom with your presence and your beautiful works 💜 _________________________________________

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The setting autumn sun cast its light over the heavy clouds, tinting the twisted branches and leafy ground in different shades of pink and orange. Robins and sparrows sang lazily into the day-end, as an early owl started its hooting, creating a transitional orchestra that tingled their ears as the cold breeze kissed their bare arms, carrying the earthy omen of rain. Levi stopped in his tracks, head up and eyes closed, and drew in a deep breath.

“We’re lost, aren’t we?” he exhaled, defeated.

“Uh? Of course not! I know exactly where we’re going.” Hange replied, still moving forward.

“You don’t” he defied, feet planted on the same spot. “We’re walking in circles.”

Hange stopped this time, looking back, one eyebrow shooting up in challenge.

“It’s the third time we’ve walked past that rock that looks like Mr. Shadis’ goatee.” He pointed at the mineral cone that reminded him of their college professor. When Levi signed up for the Introduction to Philosophy class, he had no expectations other than getting some much-needed elective credit. It wasn’t in his plans to make new acquaintances, let alone any friends, yet, here he was, hiking with the cuckoo geology major he had gotten to know over several Thursday nights at the university.

“Shit!” Hange cursed, eyebrows frowning as they examined the rock, the serious expression suddenly giving way to a wonderful titter “It does look like his goatee!”

Levi sighed, though, in all honesty, the thing he liked most about Hange was their easy laugh. Paired with their insatiable curiosity and kind heart. Their gorgeous brown eyes, which made any of those precious gems of theirs fade in comparison, weren’t bad either…

Levi cleared his throat. “We should just go back, It’ll be dark soon. You can get your soil samples or whatever another day.”

“Yeah, cool.” Hange replied, absent-mindedly, eyes gazing at a small clearing a few meters away from the goatee rock “But can we eat first?”

“I wouldn’t do that. Looks like it’s gonna rain”, he explained, pointing at the sky, but Hange was already moving to the chosen spot, setting the backpack they usually took to classes on the ground. He followed them, without energy or interest in arguing, after all, it was an opportunity to spend more time with his alluring colleague.

He started working the zipper to get his water bottle and the two granola bars he’d prepared for the short exploration, but stopped as he watched his companion setting their meal. First, Hange stretched a large, flowery tablecloth over the dry grass. Weird. Ok. Then, they started to take an endless parade of tupperwares from inside the bag.

“How the hell did you fit it all in this thing??” Levi asked, flabbergasted after the ninth container emerged from beneath the fabric.

Hange winked “It’s bigger on the inside.

”He couldn’t contain the amused puff that followed their reply. Levi had started watching Doctor Who after he learned the geologist was a fan of the show. It was a good move, as it allowed them to talk about something other than their college disciplines, which kicked off their friendship. Still, almost three months later and Hange had yet to make their move. Maybe the interest was one-sided, after all.

They sat side by side, so close that Levi could pick up on a citric aroma emanating from their shiny, yet messy hair. He was used to the oily smell of their brown locks, but the sudden change was pleasant. It was weird though, for Hange to wash their hair right before a hike.

Their purple sleeveless sweatshirt rubbed against his arms as Hange opened the containers, arranging the food over the ornated fabric in an aesthetically pleasing pattern. Generous bunches of purple and green seedless grapes. Tiny triangular sandwiches, filled with white cheese and leafy vegetables. Chocolate-covered cream cookies. Cakes. Toasts. Pastries Levi whose names didn’t even know. Steam emerged from the Thermos the second Hange removed the lid, the smell of orange and mint slowly being transported to his nostrils. Levi had been meaning to try that blend. He even mentioned it-

Suddenly, it dawned on him.

“Is this-” he started slow, hesitating as the terrifying thought he might be jumping to conclusions set off loud warning sirens in his head.

“What?” Hange asked casually, still focused on organizing their very romantic-looking meal.

They looked up slowly when Levi didn’t respond. The gorgeous brown gems scanned Levi so intently that it made a shiver run down his spine. He gulped.

Hange sat on their knees, shifting their body to face Levi. He’d never seen them so serious before.

“What?” they repeated.

“Is this a date?” Levi blurted out, inhaling sharply right after.

Calloused hands slid up his cheeks, as Hange brought their faces closer. Levi could feel his skin growing warmer under their fingers, and it wasn’t because of the shared body heat. “If I told you it wasn’t, would you be relieved?” they asked, eyes gazing sweetly into his, a semblance of vulnerability in them.

Levi let his palms fall to Hange’s forearms, caressing the soft skin and making the hairs in there shoot up “I would be disappointed.”

The radiant smile that they offered in response made Levi’s stomach flutter and his heart pound fast against his ribcage. He was hooked, and he didn’t mind it at all.

Levi’s hands moved from Hange’s arms to their waist, pulling them in for the kiss he’d been yearning for so long. He reveled in the feeling of their soft lips against his own, the wet warmness of their tongue asking for access, and the muffled moan they let out once it was granted. Hange’s hand moved to the back of his neck, seeking leverage to deepen the kiss, the other holding Levi in a tight embrace. He could stay in their arms forever.

Soon he felt a cold spot on his arm. Then on his face. On his neck.

“It’s raining!” Hange pointed out, moving to disentangle from Levi.

He held them closer, whispering against their lips “It’s alright. We’re not made of sugar.”

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Special thanks to the lovely Val (@youre-ackermine ) for helping me come up with the idea for this drabble, and to the amazing Terra (@dont-f-with-moogles ) who sent me an ask for the drunk drabbles challenge with the prompt “Is this a date” which was perfect for this story!

#levihan #levihan fanfic #levihan drabble #fluff #levi ackerman #hange zoe #modern AU #aot #snk #youre-ackermine #dont-f-with-moogles #lovely moots 💕#squad denial #giuliadrawsstuff #congratulations Giulia!

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My family’s reaction to Good Omens Season 2

I just finished watching Good Omens Season 2…I’m still crying so I’m not gonna talk about my reaction to it (likely same as any sane fan…a lot of tears) but I’m…I really need to talk about my family’s reaction, because it genuinely hurts…a lot it hurts.

Basically I’ve watched the whole season with my Mom, my brother (13), my sister (9), my brother (8) and obviously me (16 and closeted lesbian) and I’ve always found Aziraphale and Crowleys relationship to be obvious…and kinda assumed that even if my family wouldn’t say it that they did too, turns out they didn’t and are pissed.

When it got to the part of Maggie and Nina talking to Crowley my siblings and mom were all shouting variations of “They better not make Crowley and Aziraphale gay, that’s disgusting and we’ll never watch Good Omens again” (yes…actually). So when it came to the kiss they were all yelling and outraged and saying stuff, I don’t want to repeat the worst of it because it hurts, it hurts to hear my family be so vocally outraged against who I am, it really does. I love good omens, I love that Aziraphale and Crowley finally had their moment the only thing I don’t love is the things that people (ie my family) seem to think is okay to say about gay people…what the actual fuck. The rest of this night has been everyone misinterpreting my tears, thinking I’m upset that Aziraphale and Crowley kissed (“I’m so sorry the ruined your favorite show”) and asking me why I’m not more angry. Here’s some direct quotes from my family.

“The Book was written in what they 80’s gay wasn’t even a thing back then, were they kissing in the book?”

“Neil Gaiman caved to Hollywood”

“They already had nasty lesbians on it, why do they need so many gay people?”

“Neil Gaiman literally just spit on and pooped on Terry Pratchetts grave.”

“This woke shit fucks everything up”

“Aren’t you embarrassed you were telling so many people to watch the show? You won’t make that mistake again will you [laughter]”

“What are you going to do with all your good omens stuff? (5 shirts, 2 funkos, a sweatshirt, a necklace, and like 3 copies of the book) Maybe some gay people would want to buy it from you.”

“They don’t deserve a third season”

“I’m never watching it again”

“Didn’t this ruin the book for you?”

There’s a lot more but I’m still crying, and I…yeah. I love good omens, I love openly loving good omens and I don’t blame the show I’m so happy to have it, it just hurts so bad to have your family say that stuff indirectly to you (you’d be shocked at the slurs 8 years old know), good omens brings me so much joy, even with the ending of the second season, I don’t know. I’m sorry I just I love Neil Gaiman, I love good omens, how can someone think of something so wonderful something that they loved mere minutes before as horrible and gross because two people spelled out the fact that they were in love?

Good Omens has been an escape for me for a long time, in the book no one is who the world decides them to be and that’s always how I’ve felt. I love the show and as much as the ending wounds me, I loved season 2. I just wish I’d watched it by myself, and that I hadn’t been so stupid.

#neil gaiman #good omens #good omens 2 spoilers #good omens 2 #go2 #go2 spoilers #good omens season 2 #Homophobia

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