i know a lot of people have been leaving as well and i am leaving too. i honestly grew out of the fandom. i don’t like writing or reading for it anymore and i’m just really not into it.
i’m sorry of my inconsistency and never finishing my smau but i can’t force myself to do something i don’t want to, and that i won’t be happy with.
i will still have my blog and get notifications (because i like looking at fanart for the other fandoms i am in) if i ever decide to come back and write again, u all will be the first to know.
SUMMARY: Glen misses out on an event the two of you had planned to go to together. So a friend takes you instead, but it leaves Glen feeling a little jealous.
PAIRING: Glen Powell x Reader
A/N: Thanks to the Anon who sent this request in! I tried to do something a little different with it and make Glen the jealous one instead of the reader. I hope you like it!
PROMPT: "You're really cute when you're jealous."
WARNINGS/TAGS: None. Just Fluff.
WORD COUNT: 850
TAG LIST: SEE COMMENTS
If you would like to be added to any of my Tag Lists please feel free to comment, send an ask, or send a DM and I'll be happy to get you added!
The two of you are stretched out across Glen’s couch, perfectly tangled together after the few days he was away. One of your legs is draped comfortably over his thigh, and you’re curled into his side, with your arm resting across his stomach. He’s got one arm wrapped firmly around your waist, his other hand resting over your forearm. His fingers are tracing light, soothing patterns up and down your skin—a touch that feels both intimate and grounding.
You smile up at him as you begin telling him about the Jurassic Park screening, the one he had wanted to take you to. He’s watching you closely at first, but as you start talking about the details of the night, his fingers gradually stop moving. He’s silent as you describe the T-Rex scene, his hand stilled against your arm, and you notice he’s not looking at you anymore. Instead, his gaze is fixed somewhere down near his feet, and the usual ease in his expression has gone quiet.
“Glen?” you ask softly, studying him. You can feel the slight tension in his shoulders, the subtle way his arm around you has stiffened just a bit. “Is something wrong?”
He blinks, glancing up at you with a sheepish, almost-too-casual smile. “Hmm? No, no, I’m good,” he says, brushing it off with a chuckle. But there’s a hint of something else in his tone, a little edge of restraint.
You tilt your head, giving him a look that says you’re not buying it for a second. “Okay, try that again. Because I know you, babe. Something’s definitely up.”
He tries to wave it away, running a hand through his hair, but he can’t fully hide the reluctant smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
“It’s really not a big deal. I just, uh…” He lets out a breath, finally looking back down at you. “I guess I just hate the idea of missing out on things with you. I was the one who planned that night, you know? And here I am, getting scooped up to New York, and then someone else gets to be there with you instead.”
You feel a warmth spread through you, and you give him a reassuring squeeze, your fingers brushing gently over his ribs.
“So you’re saying you’re jealous,” you tease, your voice light, though your heart aches a little for him.
He scoffs, rolling his eyes like the very idea is absurd. “Jealous? Of what? That you spent a night quoting some dinosaur movie with Joe? Hardly.”
You raise an eyebrow, unable to hold back a smile as you reach up to brush a stray lock of hair from his forehead. “Uh-huh. So, no jealousy at all?” you press gently, catching his gaze and not letting him squirm away this time.
He shifts under your gaze, his cheeks tinged with a faint blush.
“Maybe just a little,” he admits, reluctantly, his voice barely above a murmur. “Not in a jealous-jealous way. I trust you, and you know Joe and I get along great. I just… I don’t know. It feels weird when someone else gets that time with you, especially when I want to be the one there with you.”
“You’re really cute when you’re jealous,” you murmur, leaning up to press a soft kiss to his cheek.
He groans playfully, rolling his eyes even as his smile betrays him.
“Oh, stop it. I am not cute right now,” he insists, though his arm tightens around your waist, pulling you closer.
But you shake your head, grinning up at him.
“Nope, you are. And anyway, it’s not the same without you,” you say, laying your head back on his chest. “I had fun, but trust me, I’d take a cozy movie night with you any day over some big theater experience with anyone else.”
His expression softens, and he shifts his hand up to brush his fingers through your hair.
“You mean that?” he asks, his voice carrying a vulnerable edge you don’t often hear.
You nod, meeting his gaze. “Absolutely. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be right now than right here with you. How about we make up for it and watch Jurassic Park together?”
His face lights up, and he leans down to press a gentle kiss to your lips, letting it linger. When he pulls back, his eyes are warm, his earlier hesitation melting away.
“You’re sure?” he asks, though the grin tugging at his mouth tells you he’s already in.
“Positive. Besides,” you say, snuggling closer to him, “I’m counting on you to give me the full experience, T-Rex roars and all.”
With a chuckle, he reaches for the remote and turns on the movie. His hand returns to your arm, gently running his fingers along it again as the opening credits start to play.
He presses another kiss to your forehead, murmuring, “Best movie night ever.”
And as the familiar music fills the room, you can feel the last of his tension ease away, leaving just the two of you, tangled up and exactly where you want to be.
❥warnings: i don’t remember what i wrote im deadass just posting this without proof reading
❥a/n: lol hi, just wanted to post this gem from my drafts last year
—
Oikawa walks in the house slamming the front door, “I got the stuff!” He holds a plastic bag in the air walking towards the living room where you sit watching some tv show.
You turn to him with a huge smile on your face, “YAY!” You shoot up from your seat and run towards your bedroom, Oikawa follows.
“I love spa day!” He exclaims pouring out the entities that were in the plastic bag onto your bed. You pick up a bubble face mask. “Oh my god! You got the bubble ones!”
He puts his hand to his chest and dramatically says, “I know how much you love them dearly!” You laugh at his stupidness, “I’m gonna go get the robes.” You walk over to your closet door, opening it to come face to face with a big ass spider, right next to your spa day robes.
You let out a screech, causing Oikawa to rush right over to you, wondering what’s wrong. “What the fu-OH MY GOD IWA-CHAN!” He yells running out of the room into the hallway, pounding on Iwa’s door.
“IWA IWA IWA WAKE UP!” Oikawa knew he shouldn’t have done that because well, Iwaizumi didn't get any sleep last night due to an assignment that took him forever and had to go to class the next day with work right after, so a nap had to do.
But Oikawa rather die from him than a spider. He bangs on Iwa’s door louder and louder as you stand near your bedside, far away from the bug.
Iwa wakes up with death on his mind. He is going to kill Oikawa for waking him up for whatever reason, and he knows it’s going to be really stupid. He opens his door staring Oikawa down.
“IWA-CHAN THERE’S A BUG IN Y/N’S ROOM!” He screeches. Iwa pushes past him, too tired to yell and gets a napkin and a plastic cup from the kitchen, heading to your room right after. He sees you cowering by your bedside.
He quickly captures the spider in the cup, going over to your open window, releasing the bug outside and quickly shutting it after. He’s about to leave your bedroom but you ran over to him, giving him a big hug.
“Thank you Hajime!” He’s taken a back for a moment, blushing then clearing his throat, hugging you back bringing you a bit closer to him.
“No problem,” He mumbles.
He leans his head on the crook of your neck, closing his eyes. You rub his back and whisper, “Sorry for waking you.” You look over to Oikawa who’s been taking pictures of you two this whole time. You instantly blush and pull the middle finger up at him, “Fuck you.” You mouth.
Oikawa snickers, walking out of your room.
It’s silent for a moment. “Would you like to sleep in my bed?” You ask. You figured it would be way more comfortable for him since his bed doesn't even have a frame yet ever since last week when all of you broke it. You felt guilty he hasn’t been sleeping well and you couldn’t help having the blame be all on you.
Iwa nods his head sleepily. You release your hold on him, feeling disappointed you couldn’t hold onto him for longer. He isn’t your boyfriend, why would you hold onto him any longer?
You walk over to your bed, removing all the items Oikawa dumped and placing them into a plastic bag. You remove the cover from your bed, gesturing for Iwa to lay. He walks over and plops down, face first into your bed, eyes already shut. As you’re about to leave, Iwa grabs your arm and mumbles, “Lay with me.”
Your heart sinks to your stomach. You don’t believe what he said, ‘lay with me’? He’s just half asleep there is no way he would-
“please?” Oh so he does want you to lay with him..in the same bed..together..alone.
Your face burns red, glad his eyes are closed to not see you so flustered.
“Uh..” You wanted to, you really wanted to but was it a good idea? You take a deep breath to calm your nerves and softly say. “Yeah sure.” Fuck it.
Iwa let’s go of your arm, having a small smile on his face, he scoots over to the right side of the bed opening his arms out to you.
You slowly crawl into bed, pulling the covers over the both of you as Iwa wraps his arms around you, as if this was a daily thing. Your heart beats a million miles per hour, you try to calm yourself, hugging him towards you.
He’s so warm, and so muscular. This is nice. Your shoulders relax, as you lean your head closer to his chest, closing your eyes. He unconsciously takes his thumb and rubs the small of your back. You two fall asleep in each other’s arms.
Friends with benefits but the benefits are cuddling
When I was like four or five I outsmarted the child proof lid on our jumbo sized Flintstones vitamins jar and ate like half the contents before someone caught me! Turns out child proof lids exist for a reason and it’s so dumbass kids don’t overdose on Flintstones Chewable Vitamins™ and have to get their stomach pumped and that’s how Fred Flintstone tried to kill me
remembering a few days ago i thought i made a new friend bc she asked for my phone number and we had lunch together and then i texted her hi and she left me on read.
does anyone else think about holding osamu/daichi/kuroo/tanaka’s beefy arm while watching tv or youtube and they’re just not moving bc they don’t want you to let go so they’re dead still; and they’re just silently getting nervous bc you’re nuzzling your head into their shoulder to make yourself comfortable…. and you’re just holding their hand while they adjust the remote/mouse…
idk i just rly like arms today😌 @dreampathic and osamu😳
