#Evan is a sap

[doomedtokill]

Valentines day is more of an excuse for Evan to use more cannibalistic metaphors towards Barty

[weepingwillows-sweethibiscustea]

[double-features]

CINEMA NERD - MAX COOPERMAN x READER

≽^• ˕ • ྀི≼ ------ max cooperman x gn!reader

SUMMARY : when a film nerd gets invited to the movies by their cutie patootie best friend, sparks fly. reader geeks out over the movie related stuff and max just falls more in love with them. <3

WARNINGS : none!!

GENRE : fluff fluff fluff SO MUCH fluff

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Thank God for Jake being the number one wingman. Without him, Max would have never even gotten close to wooing you..

That wasn't actually the case. At least, not yet. Max was only on step.. uh.. whatever, of his plan to have you fall head over heels with him. Having grown up going to all the same schools, he had always known you as 'that one person in that one class', but when you guys both hit high school, that's when it all changed.

You became hot, and he was just a boy! He couldn't help it at all. Max, the usually dorky and overly confident wannabe fighter, and you, who somehow became the prettiest person he had ever seen in just the span of a summer break, only became a duo after the handiwork of his best man.

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“You see that kid over there? Brown hair, slightly chubby, dorky shirt.. That's Max. He really likes you.”

“Pardon?”

“You should talk to him, he's a bit weird at times, but he's sweet.”

“..Okay?”

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To this day, Jake still won't tell Max what he said to make you change your mind on him. Because after that day, you and him became inseparable. Whatever Jake said, it sparked a beautiful friendship between the two of you. Friendship, nothing more.

He learned everything about you, from the smallest details to every interest you had; the way you carried yourself and were so unashamed to be open around him made him feel special. He had seen you interact with your own friends before, but seeing you so up close and personal on a daily basis made him feel like one lucky son of a gun.

In fact, you even seemed to hang out with your original group of companions and started hanging out with his little group more; him, Jake, Baja.. And now, you.

Oftentimes you two would hang out at his house; that boy was rich, and his parents were barely ever home. Today was no different, you two were just curled up on one of the sofas, watching whatever shitty MMA movie Max picked out. You couldn't complain, there was something really heartwarming about him geeking out over his dorky interests.

There was a comfortable silence between you guys, until it was broken by Max speaking over the television. “Dude, you know what would be so awesome!?”

To which, you responded with the same amount of enthusiasm as he did, “What would be awesome?!”

“If we went on a movie date... I saw a trailer for this movie the other day.. It's that one new Woody Allen movie.”

That made you immediately perk up, but not the fact that he was finally asking you out on a date after all this time; no, because of the idea. “DUDE.. You might be onto something. Woody Allen is a sick director, he's made some real gems before. In my opinion, he is wildly brilliant in his abilities to dir--”

“So.. wait, just to be clear, is that a yes?”

“A yes to what?”

“Going on a date with me?” There was his awkward aura radiating off of him in that very moment. As much as he loved you rambling, he need an answer. He seriously hoped you to realize that this was an actual romantic date, and not just some hangout between friends.

Note, he still didn't know that you knew about him being totally enamored with you. So, in his mind, him asking you out on a date would be some big revelation for you to figure out he liked you.

“Well, obviously.”

“I mean, like, an actual date.”

“I knew what you meant, Cooperman.” You giggled and playfully rolled her eyes, the noise made Max's heart skip so many beats that he didn't know how he was still alive. Your unintentional cuteness was going to be the death of him one day.

He stared. You stared back. “And you're fine with that? Because I really like you and if you aren't actually serious about this I want to kn-”

“Oh! I already knew that.”

“You did?” And just like that, his heart felt like it dropped all the way to his stomach, while his face turned a noticeable shade of red out of embarrassment. Was he really that obvious? “How?”

“Jake told me, silly goose! Before we were even friends, he approached me and was like 'hey, my friend Max really likes you, you should talk to him', so I did. And I really don't regret it.”

So That's what Jake said.

“And you like me back?”

“Obviously I wouldn't have hung out with you so much if I didn't. And, obviously I wouldn't have agreed to a date if I don't like you back. You're really dense sometimes, you know that?”

“Holy shit!”

Just then, he started planning out every aspect of the date in his head. From what he would say to the subtle moves he would make during the movie, what he would wear and what snacks he would buy.. He needed this to be perfect! “So.. Meet me at the movie theater later? Around 7? That's when the movie's showing.”

“Of course! See you then!” You hopped up from the sofa and leaned down to press a soft kiss to his cheek, one to prove how absolutely serious you were about the date. You lingered by the couch for a couple seconds to gage his reaction, and proudly sauntered away once the heat rose to the place your lips were just seconds prior.

Woah. Max would either have to thank Jake for this later, or curse him out for being so straightforward about his feelings for you. Either way, it worked out well, so it would likely be the aforementioned.

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7 PM sharp, Max was already there. Actually, he arrived almost ten minutes before, just to give himself time to mentally prepare for the date.

At first, the dorky boy was going to go all out. Suit and tie and everything.. But then he called Jake, who laughed in his face and told him that he didn't need to try so hard; that you already liked him anyways. There was no need to try and impress you when you were already enamored with him.

So instead, he went with a pair of jorts and a brand new tee he had bought just for tonight. Just a plain white one, no cheesy print on it like usual. It was just the right amount of casual, not trying too hard, still being himself, but also not completely lazy. In his hand, he had a couple of hand picked dandelions, did he know that they were just weeds? Not at all. Plus, he didn't have time or money to buy you a real bouquet. It's the thought that counts!

When you arrived, you were met with the sight of him nervously swaying on the heels of his feet, looking around in every direction to search for you. When he saw you, he was in immediate awe. You were always so effortlessly good looking that it drove him insane, “Y/N! You look.. woah.”

Max was the one who would have this totally hot babe on his shoulder, nobody else, he pulled you. That was an absurd idea. Now, all he had to do was not make a fool out of himself, ask you out on a couple more dates, and finally be able to call you his own; easy enough, right? He caught himself staring for a bit too long and snapped back into reality once that thought kicked in, in an attempt to fix his mistake, he held out the sad little bouquet of dandelions.

You took them with a goofy grin plastered to your face, the way your eyes scanned over them with a seemingly ecstatic demeanor made him feel like he did something right.

Which, to you, he was already doing this entire thing right by taking you; the biggest film nerd ever, to the movie theaters. He knew you aspired to go into film when you graduated, and he really did pick the best possible option for a location to ask you out to, whether intentional or not. “Thanks, Max!”

“Anything for you, baby.”

Good God. There were so many things he wished he could've said in that moment, but instead he landed on quite possibly the worst option of the bunch. Just as he was about to fix himself, you cut him off with a squeaky chortle. “Baby?”

“Sorry, it slipped out, I didn't mean to,”

“Dude, no worries, I kinda like it.”

There was no denying the uncharacteristic behavior from him, truly, he didn't want to make a single mistake on this date. All the cocky dorkiness was replaced with a nervousness like no other. “Hell yeah! Noted! Soo, babe.. baby.. uhh, sweet cheeks, hot stuff, angel, babydoll--”

“Pushing it, Cooperman. You can only be so much of a Casanova.”

“--right, so, wanna watch that movie now? Trailers should be starting soon.”

You gave him a goofy grin, and he felt his heart flutter. Everything you did made him gravitate to you even more, even if you didn't even realize how absolutely precious you were to him. “Sounds awesome!”

With the confirmation, Max took that as his chance to (not so) subtly reach for your hand, lacing your fingers with his own as he confidently walked the two of you lovebirds inside. He was proud to show off a smoke show like you, he didn't even know how he managed to bag someone as angelic as his cinema nerd best friend.

Hand in hand, the two entered and were met with the overwhelming aroma of buttered popcorn, along with the smiling faces of ushers. A true movie paradise, you could practically break out into some big musical number over the feeling of being back in the theater after what felt like forever. Your eyes darted all over to look at the posters, subconsciously gripping onto the palm you held onto-- Max, on the other hand, was more focused on you and gauging your reactions.

He was totally doing this again one day. He was certain this is what love felt like, God, he had it bad for you. Max led you to the ticket booth and released the warmth he held onto, as much as he didn't want to, and instead leaned over the counter and whispered as if it were some massive secret what they were seeing. While he got to business, you began to wander around and look at the upcoming movie posters.

“Hey, so, between you and me.. You see that smokin' hot babe over there? What would be the best seats in the theater that are still open? I need them to have the best movie experience.”

The tired man who looked no older than thirty unamusedly eyed up where he gestured, and was met with a very awestruck version of you. Young love. You were so out of Max's league, yet here he was, getting the perfect date for you. “Depends on what you want to see.”

“That one Woody Allen movie that just came out. Y'know? I think it's called like.. Christina.. Vicky.. Paris? Or something like that. I don't know, man! I just saw a trailer and wanted to use it as an excuse to take her on a date!!” Max didn't even realize it himself, but this was probably the most panicked he had been over an event since.. like, forever!

“Jesus, calm down. Vicky Cristina Barcelona. There's a few good seats in the middle, you can either claim row F or row G. Take your pick.”

“F. I think.” Max reached into his pocket and pulled out some spare money he had so he could just pay and get it over with, so he could get to the date; he slid over a couple hundred dollars. “Keep the change.”

“Holy-! Overkill man! It was twenty dollars!”

“Keep it dude!”

“Alright. Damn. Enjoy your movie, I guess. Maybe don't be so nervous. You'll do fine.” Advice from a (usually) underpaid movie theater worker. Funny, Max went into this believing it would all be easy. But now? Now that he was actually on a date.. with you? He couldn't help but make a fool of himself.

But then he went back over to you and saw those big eyes of yours admiring a poster, and God, that mushy feeling returned. “You ready babe?”

“Maaaax!! We should see Burn After Reading after it comes out. It had Brad Pitt in it! And it's from the same dude who made Fargo! It'll be totally worth the watch,”

“Of course we can!” His response came before he even had the chance to think about it. “But, uh, are you ready or no? I just bought the tickets. I'll buy you whatever snacks you want.”

“Awe, thanks Max. I am. Some twizzlers sound nice. Ooh! And maybe some popcorn!”

Pure admiration in his eyes, he planted a hand on the small of your back and led you two to the concessions. He couldn't have been any more in love with you..

“Whatever you want, baby.”

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≽^• ˕ • ྀི≼ ------ reblogs & likes are always appreciated, keeps me motivated to continue creating :)

A/N : sorry for keeping you guys waiting for so long, finally got back to writing now that i dont have a pile up of missing work. i really like max yall

[lulublack90]

Prompt 27 - Shatter

@rosekillermicrofic April 27, word count 533

Previous part First part Wolfstar series part 1

“Yeah, okay,” Barty gasped, his brain turned to mush after the kisses Evan had just given him. They were going on a date. A real date. He felt terrible that Evan would have to pay even though Barty had been the one to ask, but hopefully, if everything went to plan, he’d soon have a job and be able to treat Evan. Remus’s old job was vacant. How hard could it be to load a few loads of washing?

He looked down, and Evan was running his fingers over the face of his mum's watch. He could cry over how ridiculously sweet that gift had been. He hadn’t even thought about a jeweller. Believing that his mum's watch was ruined forever. He could still hear the sound of the glass as his fall caused it to shatter. He’d be more careful the next time he and Sirius tussled. 

“Barty?” Evan broke the silence. 

“Yeah?” 

“I need to go. Sorry. I have to go do an inspection of a property for a client,” Evan apologised. 

“Oh,” Barty felt crushed. He hadn’t expected Evan to need to leave so soon.

“You can come if you like,” Evan offered. “As long as you don’t touch anything,” he warned.

“Me, touch anything? Perish the thought,” Barty gave him a wicked grin. 

“I already regret my offer,” Evan groaned, but helped Barty off the bed nevertheless.

“No take backs,” Barty singsonged, pulling Evan towards the door. 

“Please, Barty, I’m begging you, don’t break anything in there. My client will kill me,” Evan begged. 

“Cross my heart, hope to die,” Barty answered, using his finger to trace a cross across his t-shirt. Evan groaned again, but didn’t say anything else. 

“We’re going out!” Barty shouted into the living room as he stuffed his feet into his boots, leaving the laces. He still hurt and couldn’t bend that far. 

“Wait!” Sirius cried, jumping up from the sofa where he’d been nestled against Remus’s chest. “You need a key,” he brushed past Barty and opened a drawer in the console table by the door and handed him a key with a little green snake on the keyring. Barty’s breath stuttered. Regulus’s keyring. That was Regulus’s keyring! 

“H-how, how did you get this?” He stuttered out as he stared in disbelief. Sirius shrugged. 

“I found Reggie's keys in my father's desk drawer and took them. I thought you’d like to have it,” Sirius smiled at him knowingly, his eyes full of kindness, but tinged with sorrow. Barty flung his arms around him. 

“Thank you,” he whispered into Sirius’s ear. 

They let each other go, and Sirius opened the front door for them. 

“Don’t have him out too late,” Sirius snickered as they passed him. 

“Yes, Mr Barty’s Dad,” Evan saluted lazily as he took Barty’s hand and led him to his car. 

“Bye, Son!” Sirius yelled after him, waving like a loon, fully invested the second Evan had finished speaking. Barty groaned. Sirius was going to be insufferable, and he bet he brought Remus into it as well. 

He was glad when Evan pulled away from the kerb and sped away, but secretly, he was grinning just like Sirius on the inside. 

Next part

[bri-cheeses]

wait why have i never heard anything about Barty being a spray painter. Because he totally would. Like i can see so clearly him picking out a random place and then lugging an armful of spray paint with him to that place, and painting some really cool things, you know? And there’s one spot where there’s a huge graphic of a rose and a dagger, which he made after his and Evan’s one year anniversary :)

[comradesummers]

all those fics where bobby adopts buck when he's a kid but not maddie make me so sad. you're saying maddie loses both her little brothers in quick succession and she has to live with her fuckass parents? i'm sorry, i can't focus on the cute buck and bobby bonding, i'm too worried about maddie being sad and alone :(

[atlasblue85]

there's one thing (it's the weight of our wish) - buddie - 3.5k - rated G

“I just don’t get it,” he says to Buck over the phone one day in mid-February, a couple months into the relo. “Last time they were because I was dating someone I shouldn’t have been dating. I’ve been single for nearly a year now, this shouldn’t be happening.” Buck hums across the line and Eddie rolls his eyes, tracking a flock of birds heading west. “Okay, you clearly have thoughts. Out with it.” “It’s just…” Buck starts. “Is that really why your panic attacks were happening? Because you were dating the wrong person?” “What do you mean, Buck? They happened when I thought about a future with Ana, I didn’t want a future with her, we broke up, they stopped. More or less.” He watches Christopher gesticulating wildly while his friends laugh at a picnic table a ways away. He keeps forgetting their names, these El Paso friends, mixing them up with the kids from Christopher’s class in Los Angeles, but he’s trying, god is he trying. “Was it because of Ana?” Buck asks. “Or because of the future you were imagining?”

written for @winterofbuddie week 5 - five senses festival session

my other entries: week 1 week 2 week 3 week 4

[lets-all-calm-down-a-bit]

I'm in love with the idea of House serenading Wilson, in just about any context. But something particularly dramatic and cheesy is ideal. One of those sappy bubbly love songs from the 50s or 60s.

[agentmarymargaretskitz]

Buck and Jee-Yun + 1. Tiny hands in Big hands

(I need to do a massive 911 watch because I'm so badly behind but also life is happening. Maybe tonight)

"No, I'm gonna do it."

Jee-Yun says it so straightforwardly that Buck blinks a few times. She's staring up at him from the step stool he's gotten her, her small hand wrapped around the whisk. She managed to grab it from the counter as soon as he added the cinnamon.

"You're gonna do it?" he checks. In cases like this, where it's something she can do but might get tired with, he likes to make sure she's up for it and not just being toddler stubborn.

She nods. "Uh huh."

"Go for it."

She turns back to the bowl and begins stirring together the dry ingredients. Buck watches carefully, placing his hand up whenever Jee-Yun knocks the flour mix too high against the side of the bowl. Every now and then there's a little grunt out of her, but eventually she sets the whisk down.

"All done," she announces, clapping the flour dust from her hands.

"All done," Buck echoes back, and sets the mixture aside. "Now, let's get the rest ready."

With the next mixture, he lets Jee-Yun scoop out the sugars while he handles the rest. The vanilla he's trying to make from beans and vodka needs another three months before it's ready, so he's got to be careful with the small bottle from the store. He has a vague memory of Maddie's shocked face at half a bottle of vanilla going into the brownie batter when he was four. Maddie didn't bake with him often, but it was a special occasion or something.

Maybe it's why he bakes with Jee. Sure, he can go on about gross and fine motor skills and counting being good child development, but it's a good activity for the both of them to do. It's good memories made with his niece. It does take a while since he's lacking a mixer and they have to combine everything without it.

When it come time to mix everything, Jee-Yun decides she wants to do it again and confirms it. As she struggles to combine the wets and drys, Buck hovers his hand over hers on the spatula. His niece looks up at him, and this time he doesn't need words to know she wants the help. Still, she asks.

"Help?"

So Buck gently covers her hand with his own and starts mixing at a steady pace. Her hand is still so small inside his. He remembers when it was even smaller, back when she was still a baby. It hits him that her hand will never be this small again. Will she still like spending days baking with her Uncle Buck when her hand is no longer so small? Will she still even like seeing her Uncle Buck?

"Uncle Buck?"

Her call snaps Buck out of the hole he's about to enter. He looks down to see her looking up at him.

"Yeah, Jee?"

She points to the chocolate chips. "Can I have one?"

He laughs and pulls the bag over. "Just a few. We gotta put at least some in the cookies."

(And as the years go by, Jee-Yun still loves visits with her Uncle Buck. They still bake at least one thing together. He's the first person who she tells about her acceptance to pastry school.)

[macky-ccall]

Turned some practice doodles into practice coloring. I'm trying to figure out how to get their likeliness better... It's a learning curve

[bucksbirthmark]

idk i’m not a writer but my brain just came up with something and it won’t let it go

just a shitty terrible start to a day. everything has gone wrong. and of course he texted buck about it. buck who is somewhere else maybe out of state, maybe eddie is. idk. just

buck: i hope it gets better

and it doesn’t. it really, really doesn’t. christopher is mad at him. his parents are being annoying. a bad call gone worse on the job. something. anything. the worst things you can think of.

and eddie gets home and he’s so tired. it has been the absolute worst possible day barring horrible injury coming to someone he loves. and the phone rings and he is so ready to ignore it because this day just needs to be over.

except it’s bucks face on the caller id photo. so he answers.

“so? did it get any better?”

sigh. smile. “infinitely.”

[weepingwillows-sweethibiscustea]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV) Characters: Evan "Buck" Buckley, Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Minor 118 ensemble and minor original character Additional Tags: Eddie Diaz Loves Evan "Buck" Buckley, Established Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz, POV Evan "Buck" Buckley, Soft Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz, Evan "Buck" Buckley Needs A Hug, Evan "Buck" Buckley Gets a Hug, Trans Evan "Buck" Buckley, Trans Female Evan "Buck" Buckley, MTF Evan "Buck" Buckley, Hurt Evan "Buck" Buckley, chaos-company's Angstpril 2025 Summary:

Buck’s flush deepens, before he gives Eddie an incredulous look. “You didn’t even know you were gay yet, Eds,” he says, raising an eyebrow.

“Doesn’t matter,” Eddie began, shaking his head, “It's you. I think I've loved you my entire life. I know I will for the rest of it. I didn’t even realise I liked guys, and I knew you were it. I’d love you no matter what,” it's here, that Eddie’s smile goes a bit cheeky, though the look in his eyes is no less sincere, “Buck, I’d love you even if you were a woman.”

“Yeah?” he asks, laughing slightly, eyes a little watery.

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Buck, I’d love you even if you were a woman.

In which Buck reacts completely normally to an offhanded joke Eddie makes.

[double-features]

THREE CHEERS FOR SWEET REVENGE- COOPER DAY x READER

≽^• ˕ • ྀི≼ ------ cooper day x fem!reader

SUMMARY : moody boyfriend x sunshine partner on halloween real not clickbait!! reader convinces cooper to match halloween costumes with her, and landed on a specific mcr related couples costume! <3

WARNINGS : none! :3

GENRE : spooky (not really) fluff

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“Do we really have to dress up together?"

The hundredth complaint I've heard within the past twenty something minutes of hanging out with Cooper 'I'm too dark and edgy to dress up on Halloween' Day.

Just about a week from now was the best time of the year. The atmosphere of fall, along with the childish joy of being given candy just for wearing a costume.. Truly, there was nothing better than Halloween! The crunching of the leaves underneath my feet and the smell of pumpkin scented candles and the carves jack-o'-lanterns on everyones block along the promenade and... Well, autumn is perfect.

“Please? I don't ask for much!” I whined, practically begging, pleading, just for my boyfriend to stop being a stick in the mud and just do this. As much as I loved Cooper, sometimes his stubbornness angered me. “You know it's my favorite holiday!!”

Situated up on top of his mattress, drowsy from all the weed he had consumed just moments before, the grungey brunette kid I called my own lifted his head to stare up at me as I gave him puppy eyes. He hated to admit it, but he knew he couldn't deny my every request. He was just as smitten as I was, the problem was, he didn't show it. Yet, it was a mutual understanding. We both knew that he struggled with that expression, so I never forced him to do anything he didn't want to.

"It's stupid."

With a dramatic gasp, I slapped my hand against my chest and defensively argued. “You're stupid! Man, I totally hate you sometimes”

“You love me. Don't lie.” A snicker escaped his perfectly kissable lips. Man oh man, I usually let Cooper have his own thoughts, but there was no way in Hell I will be seen with a boy who claims to hate Halloween!

Well, joking, I suppose. Cooper was perfect anyways. It's just that the lack of flair he had was so totally irritating.

But that's besides the point.

My casual pacing around his messy room came to a sudden stop as I shot a peculiar eyebrow raise towards him. I sigh while a lopsided smile tugged at my lips, even if he was a bit lame, he still had a way of making my heart flutter.

“Guilty.”

“I know.” His monotonous response made me giggle, the squeaky noise made his gaze soften, those bloodshot eyes scanned over my figure as he sat up from the laying position hee was in for a majority of our hangout.

“Look, Y/N, why can't we just hang out at my house on Halloween? Binge some scary movies, listen to some of my CD's, eat crappy limited edition treats, y'know?”

Eyes narrowed and arms now crossed over my puffed out chest, a pout formed on my features. I knitted my eyebrows together, bottom margin just slightly more pushed out than my upper one, forming a sort of kissy face.. Truly the picture of a clingy teenage girl who just wants her boyfriend to do one thing for her! Yet, he still wanted to deny my poor ol' heart and tell me he wouldn't partake in my antics. Oh the horror!

“..Pleaseeee? Just for a little bit?”

“If I say yes will you shut up?” Despite his normal cold exterior, I knew he didn't mean any harm in his words. Simply Cooper being Cooper.

“Yes. No. Probably not. I'll... Uhmm... I'll buy you some new eyeliner and a new poster if you agree to do this?” I jumped up onto the bed and sat crossed legged next to the angelic boy. My hand reached over to play with his soft brown locks, fingers smoothly combing through the hair. This action alone made his heart rate pick up.

“Babe. You're broke... Eyeliner, poster, and a couple necklaces. Then we have a deal.” He hummed, flickering his coffee colored eyes away from me to avoid contact. I could see the subtle rosy tint that crept up his normally pale face. He truly had it bad for his girlfriend.

“What poster do you want? Interpol? Simple Plan?”

“My Chemical Romance.”

“My Chemic-- since when do you listen to My Chemical Romance?!” My face completely lit up at the revelation.

“Since I listened to their new album. Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge changed my mind on Gerard Way. Besides, you like them. So I figured I would give them a chance. They remind me of you..” He sort of mumbled his words towards the end, as if he was scared of sounding sappy. I loved the sappiness.

Before I could even have time to think, I threw my arms around him and planted a peck on his cheek. He couldn't hide the smile on his face as you did so. “Okay! Deal! I'll get you that stuff. Oh, thank you Cooper! Mwah mwah!!”

"Love you.” Awkwardly wrapping his arms around me to return the embrace, he plopped his head on top of my head and rubbed up and down the small of my back.

“Love you more!”

“Impossible.”

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Halloween day..

As soon as I finished up the last splatter of fake blood on my flowy white dress, I stepped back to admire my work. Thank God Cooper agreed to this, I look great! Homemade costumes were always way funner than those crappy ones that Spirit Halloween sold. Which, happy I chose something niche that Spirit wasn't selling. It just gave me an excuse to create a costume for both me and my boyfriend!

After a couple days of coming up with different ideas, me and Cooper finally had settled on something he would be willing to wear for me. The brainstorming process was grueling, it seemed like every single offer was declined by Cooper.

Edward Scissorhands and Kimberly? Nope! Cooper didn't want to look freakier than he already did.

Beetlejuice and Lydia? Nuh uh. He didn't want to be some old creepy ghost and a teenage girl with his girlfriend. That was weird to him.

Julie and Randy? Not at all. Cooper hated that stupid movie, something about a punk Nicolas Cage just seemed to anger my boyfriend.

Jack and Wendy? Too basic.

Jason Dean and Veronica? I think you get the point by now. Practically every idea I gave was shot down, until the day I delivered the poster I had bought for Cooper in return for doing this couples costume with me.

That's where I came up with the perfect idea; the lovers on the album cover. After all, Cooper said he enjoyed the band now, and it was an easy enough costume to accomplish.. So, here we were!

I stared at myself in my mirror, Cooper in the other room getting himself ready for the night. He decided to come to my house for this, because he knew that if Natalie, or really anybody in his family saw that he was doing a matching costume with his girl? He would not be hearing the end of it.

Reaching into my mirror cabinet, I called out to the boy in the other room. I still haven't seen what he looked like, and he hasn't seen me yet. I already got the white foundation on, but I knew for sure I would need help with the blood. “Baaaabe! Can you come help me with the makeup?”

No response. At first I wondered if he didn't hear me, but as soon as I opened my mouth to yell for him again, the door pushed open.

And immediately, my jaw went slack. The sight of Cooper in the suit? It was stunning. He was literally the most ravishing I had ever seen him before. Eyes widened, I caught myself staring at him for a bit too long. Who can blame me? My boyfriend was total eye candy, even if he didn't realize it.

“You look..” I began, but he cut me off before I could finish my praise.

“Hey, pretty lady.” He approached me and planted a hand on my shoulder. A bright simper spread across my face as I whipped my head to the side to look at him face to face. “What did you need help with?”

“The blood, I don't trust myself enough to do it myself.”

“And you trust me?” His tone was jokingly skeptical. Maybe I was crazy, but this was the best mood he has been in for a good while. Even earlier at school today, he was his usual smarmy self. Yet, now, he seemed rather happy. I could only hope it's because me and him were spending our first Halloween together.

“Yeah!”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah!” I repeated again, the same energy I usually gave whilst talking to Cooper. A lot of people thought we were an unusual couple. A conventionally pretty ball of sunshine with a scrawny, mysterious, emo stoner? Yet, we always found a way to prove to others that we were the perfect match.

Which, we were. Y/N L/N and Cooper Day against the world. Tonight was going to be so perfect, I could already anticipate it. He claimed he wanted to only go to a few houses, but we both knew that wouldn't be the case. “Just help me get this fake blood on, idiot.”

“Ask kindly.” With a dimples smirk, he sarcastically denied my demand for assistance.

“Please?”

“Alright, I suppose. You really do look gorgeous, by the way. I don't know if I say that enough.” The compliment made all the heat rise to my cheeks. Cooper was rarely ever a cheesy guy, but when he was, it was always the most genuine affection I've ever heard.

“And you do too, baby. Now stop stalling!”

And with that, he took a seat next to me, and applied the fake red substance to my face. His intense stare as he focused was so..

Perfect. Tonight was going to be so perfect. Spending my favorite holiday with my favorite person in the world was perfect. And all it costed was eyeliner, a necklace, and a My Chemical Romance poster.

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A/N : this was actually shit, i a total of zero hours of sleep last night and my mind was genuinely blanking the entire time i wrote this. anyways, first fic posted to tumblr! wowzers!

[lemonzestywrites]

Tell me more about “go on running (straight into my arms)” 💜

i know i mentioned it here before like ages ago but tbh i don't remember exactly what i said but full transparency this is just like...super emotional smut. also some werewolf!buck and vampire!eddie

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“Down, boy,” he lightly chides against Buck’s lips. “We’re not going to be able to get to any of the fun stuff if you fuck me up against the car before we even start.”

Buck huffs, a dissatisfied pout already formed across his features as if to say, ‘I hate when you’re right’. He takes a step back, allowing the frigid chill of the night breeze to reclaim the space between them. The cold stings at Eddie’s skin, hovering over where the warmth once was.

It won’t be like that for long, he reminds himself.

Buck glances up at the moon. His features are painted with a nostalgic expression, tinted with the slight red excitement from his eager attempt earlier.

Both of their relationships with the moon are ones that have definitely evolved since being together. Eddie knows he used to have his own issues with bright and filling nights like these; he knows Buck did too. But there’s something pleasant about it now, being able to watch Buck’s shoulders lax, to see such a steady calm being brought to him now. It’s interesting in a way. He looks at it like he’s reuniting with an old friend. Familiarity settling in beside him like a second skin. 

He glances back over to Eddie. “You ready?”

“I’ve been ready all day,” he replies back. The response he gives isn’t one meant to come out as impatient. Really it isn’t. But somewhere along the lighthearted banter they share, Eddie feels that keen itch under his skin beginning to flare up. Wanting. Waiting. 

Thankfully, though Buck seems to understand, sharing about the same amount of enthusiasm as well. The fire behind his eyes flares up for no longer than a fraction of a second. A brief but wild flash. But just as soon as it had arrived, it’s gone. Not entirely, though, just…muted.

Instead, a sweet smile tugs at the corner of his lips as he playfully nudges Eddie with his shoulder. “Isn’t that usually my line?” he teases.

[welcometothevale]

Soleil

Soleil, you great, blazing orb of light. You’re everything that’s good in the world and all that people crave when they dream  of what love feels like.  Soleil, you aureolin personification of benignity. Daily you brighten the faces of the desolate and weary.  My love, my sun, you are what the world spins ‘round.  At the center of it all, it was always you.  Soleil, you visage of unbounded radiance  Underestimated by man, yet you hold power  unlike anything Earth has ever witnessed.  Wrath and disdain are not the atoms that  make up your grand body of fire and life.  Never has there been a soul as blindingly beguiling.   Soleil, you timeless, ethereal, extant being of absolute creation.  No one will ever dim your profound beacon and no one  can dowse your enkindling good nature.  Soleil, sun of my life, Evangeline.  But to me, you’ll always be My Evan.  @thcmcnstcr

[hitcher2007]

I truly respect all the “I could fix him” Eddie aus I see floating around, I do, bc it makes it extra amusing to me that my Outlast OC is just “I’m actively letting him (Eddie) make me worse”