Idk if i read this in a fic or my delusional sick ass made this up, but can you guys imagine like Merlin with canonical curls and Arthur having a serious thing for them. Like his hair is always too short to see, but then one day Merlin just like was soo incredibly busy that he just forgot about his hair for weeks and then Arthur notices and like
short-circuits.
Bonus points if merlin is kind of insecure about his hair, because lets be real most curly kids are at some point, and we get fluff. Like just cotton flufff. Because turns out people like his hair??? Which makes merlin really happy but a little awkward, and then we get to see the nice side of arthur because Arthur can make fun of merlin, but god forbid merlin actually thinks something bad about himself.
Because god merlin is so cute. And arthur will be damned if he lets that cute, gorgeous, handsome- wait what? Nm he'll analyse that later. He'll feel bad if merlin is insecure, because then he can't insult him properly. Yep, thats what he's going with.. Nothing further.
Of course, its not a merlin fic without emotionally-repressed!arthur pretending to not be a simp.
There's no Evan Diaz at the 118, right? Hen would know about that, right?
(Quickly cooked up fluffy & silly crack I wanted to write just for some happiness. :D Unbetaed.)
Notes:
I just wanted to write something silly and stupid. Like Buck and Eddie being absolute idiots but in a cute, heartwarming way. lol. And poor Hen, having to deal with them. lol
Hen was walking by the app bay doors when a delivery guy approached her. She stopped and let him look down at the package he held, labeled ‘Fragile,’ before he said anything. “I’m looking for an Evan Diaz?” He finally asked her, and Hen was confused.
“Uh, you must be in the wrong place. No one by that name works here. Sorry,” Hen told him, and she thought that would be it. It wasn’t often that they got packages not meant for them here, but mistakes happen.
“Is this the address on the order slip?” the guy asked, then showed her the information on the package as if it would help Hen with anything. But she still looked down to humor him. It said ‘Evan Diaz’ and their fire station, but that made no sense.
“Yeah, I can see that, but we still don’t have anyone by that name here,” Hen told him, looking up from the package. “We have an Evan Buckley and an Eddie Diaz, but no Evan Diaz.” As if summoned by his name, Buck popped up next to Hen.
“Oooh, is that for me?” Buck sidled up to them, eyeing the package the delivery guy was still holding and now looking between the two of them. The poor guy seemed very confused.
“No, Buck. Are you Evan Diaz?” Hen asked him rhetorically, and she felt it would be one of those days again when something clicked in Buck’s blue eyes.
A flustered look plastered on Buck’s face as he said, “Uh, well. Kind of?”
“What do you mean ‘uh, kind of?’” Oh, it was definitely going to be one of those days.
“Eddie and I kind of got married last Friday? I decided if Maddie could drop the Buckley name, so could I, and I’m now a Diaz like my boys.” Buck muttered, and Hen just stared at him, lifting her glasses to rub the bridge of her nose. She was definitely developing a stress headache.
Hen was pretty sure that she would have noticed that; Chimney and Maddie would have noticed that. Those two idiots would not be able to hide that. “Wait, stop. Why did you and Eddie get married? You’re not even together.”
“We just thought after the whole Texas disaster. And his grandparents poisoned him towards Eddie and Shannon; if anything happened to Eddie, we needed my claim to Chris to be stronger than just a will they could contest.”
“Only you two idiots would do this. What happens when one of you wants to date someone? How are you going to explain this?” Hen couldn’t believe they were standing here and having this conversation in front of a total stranger, but sometimes, you just needed to get something straight right away.
“Explain what?” Eddie asked as he walked up to them, too. The poor delivery guy just looked even more frazzled now that a third person had joined this conversation, and no one was taking the package away from him.
Like the absolute golden retriever puppy that Buck could be at times, he perked up at Eddie being at his side and opened his mouth to explain, “That we’re married and that I took your last name to people we might want to date in the future.”
“I hope we won’t ever have to do that. Since we’re dating now, I don’t intend to let him get away again.” Eddie told them, practically with heart eyes in his eyes and a blush high up on his cheeks, staring at Buck, and Hen really didn’t understand how these two were even functioning adults.
She really, truly loved them, but she was going to kill them. Why couldn’t they just be normal about each other? “Once again, what? Since when?”
“Since Saturday. We were filling stuff out so my name could be updated everywhere and just got talking about everything.” Buck told Hen. He was blushing, too, and grabbed Eddie’s hand to lace their fingers together.
“So, you are Evan Diaz? I’m in the right place?” The delivery guy finally pipes up and asks Buck directly, with hope shining on his face. Hen bets he hadn’t seen this coming when he started his deliveries this morning. Who would?
“Yes.” Buck grinned at him, letting go of Eddie’s hand to take the package from the delivery guy. “Do I need to sign for anything?” Buck had already handed the box to Eddie, who still stood next to him and held it as Buck started to remove the tape and opened the box.
“No, you’re good.”
“Thanks!” Buck yelled after the delivery guy, who was walking briskly away from them. He was probably glad this was over and could move on with his day. Hen sure was glad this was over, too.
Karen was never going to believe her when she told her about this: “... I need to go call Karen and ask her to have the wine ready once I get home.” They were going to need so much wine, and thankfully, there wasn’t that much left of this shift.
“What did you order?” Hen heard Eddie ask Buck, who was unwrapping something from the box that Eddie still held dutifully.
“These are for the kitchen,” Buck told him once he had removed the bubble wrap and stuffed it in the box with the rest of the packing material.
Hen couldn’t resist taking a little peak before she left these two in their literal Honeymoon glow. It was two mugs with dark blue handles, and they had the same color inside, but the outside was white. They both said Mr. on them in a script-like font, but one of them had a mustache.
Buck grinned up at his apparently for-real husband like the sun, and Eddie was basking in the warmth, looking back with such fondness in his eyes that Hen almost wanted to cry. She was glad her two idiots finally got there. But they were going to have a longer talk about this later.
Notes:
I wanted to not spend too much time on this, I just wanted to whip it up and post it because I wanted to I don't know, spread some fluffy crack-y-ness. lol.
But just so everyone knows, the next day (sunday) Buck moved in. lol. So it was, married, dating, moving in. XD Idiots who don't know they were in love. lol.
This is the mug, by the way: https://www.etsy.com/listing/1407504639/unique-moustache-print-coffee-cup-mr
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Can you do a crush hc with the mha boys, you can decided who tho I don't mind. Reader has a huge crush on them and is a hopeless romantic, it's okay if you won't accept my request I don't mind. ;>
(a/n) ahhhh hello ! thank you so much for the request. <3
! crush on mha boys !
includes : todoroki , bakugo
todoroki : oblivious to everything , even if they made it super obvious he wouldnt realise. wasn't until he overhead a bunch of people talking about it, and he was like *wait wut-* THEYVE LIKED ME ALL THIS TIME?! would be super shy to confess even though he literally know that they like him.. in the end he just slips them a note that just says "wanna go get cold soba after school". his crush whoes had a crush on him THIS WHOLE TIME is also like *wait wut-* HE'S LIKED ME ALL THIS TIME?!
bakugo : acts all rough but when he find out that they like him he is like a puppy inside. tries to act cool but he is failing like miserably. goes up to his crush and confidently decodes to say "I know you like me " ( bro really thought he did something there ) while his crush is just there super freaked out but then he says with a small voice ( his confidence really did a just did a 360 ) "umm we could like go get some food after school.. if you want... its okay if you don't.. I-" they end up going to get some food and surprisingly he actually finds a way of not ruining it completely, they end up dating after just a few weeks of talking to each other - so I guess in the end he didn't do too bad.
(Disclaimers: Heyyyy y’all seem to be liking the phone guy Dave AU! This story takes place after a book of memories when they somehow yeet themselves to Vegas. So here we go, Tangerine Man and Aubergine Phone in Vegas. Also for some context, in this AU Jack does not have the Flipside arcade machine, and thus does not know about Flipside Dave.)
The two men walk hand in hand down the neon lit streets of Vegas as everyone (sober enough to understand the world around them) stares. It could be their oddly hued skin. It could be the fact one of them has a phone for a head. It could be slightly less that they just robbed a store. Regardless, they pay no mind.
“Dude what happened in there, you just froze up!” Jack complains.
“Sorry sportsy, dam-dang telemarketers. You’d think I’d have some sort of block against that shi-stuff, but no.” Dave sighs in annoyance “I fu-hecking hate this fu-hecking swearing block.”
“Personally, I think it’s hilarious.”
“Of course YOU do! You’re not the one who can’t say heck. And of course you know I mean heck, notheck.”
“Can’t you just remove that feature?”
“Can’t, I tried. It’s tied up with a buncha really hecking important stuff so if I get rid of it I’m a goner. At least random acts of violence are still on the table!” Dave emphasizes this point by punching out a random drunk guy. “Feels more empty though. Sportsy, do you know if there’s a such thing as dying too many times? Do you think that stuff affects me or something?”
“I dunno, I’ve only died the one time… ok that’s not entirely true, I was pronounced dead for a solid 30 minutes in college. So I guess I’ve died twice.”
“Shoot sport, what were you doing?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know~” Jack thinks back to that night… why had he thought it was such a good idea. How else could injecting heroin into his asshole have gone? “Anyway, tell me about the whole phoney experience. I almost was one when I got springlocked.”
“Kinda not great to be honest. Beats the suit. Barely. At least I’m not full of hecking maggots with metal chunks impaling me and my organs hanging out. Nah, this is more… well just the right amount of mild discomfort to be considered torture. The head is shockingly itchy, telemarketers exist, I can’t hecking swear, my programming is screaming at me to go back to the restaurant, I can’t drink, I can’t do cocaine, and I’m eternally cringing because of all that stuff that I did as a glorified Scott.”
“Rip.”
“You’re so mean to me Old Sport.”
The two men come upon their favourite casino from their first two trips to Vegas.
“This place looks like less of a crack den than last time, Sportsy what went wrong!?” Dave says in a frantic tone as they stand in the lobby of the trashiest casino in Vegas, or at least what used to be.
“No fucking clue man.” Jack says shaking his head in disappointment.”
“How’s about we get ourselves kicked out and find a better place?”
“Oh fuck yeah.”
“Couldja stop flexing on me with your fancy hecking lack of a swearing block!” Dave complains as the two men walk up to the nearest security guard to attempt to beat him up.
Needless to say both of the crayola men were beaten within an inch of their lives and thrown out into an alley.
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Jack wakes up to the feeling of something soft pawing at his face. When he opens his eyes he sees a fluffy little white kitten with black spots. His eyes widen as he sees this glorious creature, this absolute gift to the world.
“Dave… DAVE!” Jack slaps the phone man, hurting his hand in the process and hissing at the pain. Dave wakes up, apparently this is all it takes to get a phone man out of sleep mode.
“Ugh… what… what is it Spo-“
“Look at him. LOOK AT HIM DAVE!” Jack says, forcing the kitten into Dave’s face.
“Holy shoot Sport! Where didja get that lil bastard!”
“He woke me up, he didn’t have a collar or a microchip-“
“How could you tell he didn’t have a microchip?“
“I’ve been microchipped before, I know the signs. Well anyway. He didn’t have one, so he’s mine now, and I named him Beans. We’re keeping him regardless of what you say but can we keep him?” Jack attempts to do a cute face, turning out looking more like a Lovecraftian horror.
“‘Course Sportsy! How could I say no to a face like that! Both of ya! So… back to the strip?”
“Are you mad!? We need to make sure our SON is safe first! Do you even love me!?” Jack says, tearing up.
“Oh god I’m such a hecking moron! You’re right! You’re always right! Our child must come first! I do love you! More than anything else!” Dave says, also crying.
The two men skipped off hand in hand with Beans and spent the rest of the trip carrying the kitten around in a baby carrier.
(Note: Ok so this one was a little less angst and a little more fluffy crack. But yea, Beans is an official character now. He’s also surprisingly relevant to the loose plot I have planned. Btw I drew him, and I’ve decided all my fanfics from now on will tend to also come with art because I’m getting better about drawing shit.)
Sam and dean hunting a witch out in some forest and Sam gets hit by a curse and gets turned into a baby moose
After Dean kills the witch, he has to carry baby moose Sam back to the impala because he kept tripping over his huge new hooves and Dean didn't trust him not to fall off of the trails they were walking on (and since Sam was so vulnerable and not able to defend himself, Deans' protective instincts were on overdrive)
Sam keeps huffing at him, not able to talk, and when they finally get back to the impala he lays on a blanket in the passengers seat curled up against Dean (and Dean keeps petting his head because, well, he's really soft and cute)
They finally getting back to the bunker and Dean carries Sam down the stairs, and then sets him down on the concrete floor. Dean laughs and laughs as he watches his little brother try to walk on his wobly legs on the slippery floor. But after he got a hang of it, Sam was romping around the bunker, his hooves clip clopping around the hard floor, trailing behind Dean like a puppy. And making loud huffing snorts at his older brother whenever he made a moose related pun. (Which was often)
It takes a few days for Dean to find the counter spell, so he has to research what moose can safely eat, and how much they eat. He also sent pictures and videos to jody and the girls who thought it was hilarious (and adorable)
