#nellie.fic

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not your intended dose

"Based on these symptoms and the tests we ran, I’m diagnosing you with type one diabetes.”

Jamie blinks once, twice. He expected— well, he doesn’t know what he expected. To have more of a reaction, maybe. Fear, relief, sorrow, something other than the sort of numbness and vague sense of confusion that he feels now. Something other than a spark of recognition, because—

“Ain’t that what Nick Jonas has?” He asks, squinting into the distance. “And Nacho?”

or,

jamie is diagnosed with diabetes. it changes everything, and also nothing.

27.6k | rated t | diabetic!jamie, established royjamie, hurt/comfort

written for @royjamiebingo for the boss ass bitch challenge, fulfilling the prompts candles, sharing clothes, hospital, love letter, and “i don’t know what happened”

bingo card below the cut for anyone who’s curious to see where i'm at :)

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these small hours

The first time it happens, Miguel thinks it’s a fluke. A joke. Just a one time thing.

Because the thing is, Peter B. Parker loves to joke around. He loves to push buttons, to test boundaries, to get on Miguel’s nerves.

So when he comes into Miguel’s office with Mayday on his chest, swings up to his platform, and shoots a hammock-shaped web between two pillars, Miguel thinks he’s just messing with him.

or,

Peter comes into Miguel's office and makes a hammock, and then never really stops. Things go from there.

spiderdads || 9.3k || rated t || annoyances to friends to lovers

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be still my foolish heart

“Come on, I’ll show you all the best rides and the best food, and we can play the super rigged games together… You have to, Zuko, please? For me?”

And okay, it’s probably a dirty trick, especially when he turns on his puppy dog eyes since he knows Zuko can never say no when he starts pouting, but… He really wants Zuko to go.

“Sokka,” Zuko warns, picking up on what Sokka is doing immediately, “don’t do that. It’s not fair, you know I can’t say no when you give me puppy dog eyes. Stop it.”

“I’ll miss you if you don’t go,” he pouts extra hard.

They stare each other down for a long minute, Sokka doing his best to look sad and convincing while Zuko glares at him with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Sometimes I really hate that this works on me, you know that?” Zuko sighs finally, dropping his arms. “But fine. I’ll go with you guys.”

or

sokka, zuko, and the spring fair

zukka || 9.4k || rated g || chronic pain sokka || for @bisexuallsokka

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my heart could be burning

“With me,” Roy interrupts. “I meant, do you want to dance with me.”

“Oh,” Jamie says, blinking. Something twists in Roy’s stomach, suddenly fearful that Jamie’s going to say no— “You’re serious? You, Roy Kent, want to dance? It’s just that you’re like, ancient, and I didn’t think your bones could handle it anymore, is all.”

Roy rolls his eyes and stands up swiftly, tugging Jamie up after him. “Shut the fuck up and dance with me, Tartt.”

or,

Jamie looks hot, Roy loses his mind, and they dance

3.5k || rated t || for @royjamiebingo || dedicated to @theyweretooyoung

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fool for love

“Only because I fucking care, you little shit.” Roy flounders a bit here— he’s confident now that Jamie’s not lying and is actually fine, but he figures one more question can’t hurt. He reaches for something random. “What holiday is coming up?”

“April Fools’ Day.”

Roy blinks once. Twice. A third time, before he bursts out laughing. “All right,” he wheezes out. “I’ll take that.”

Because technically, Jamie isn’t wrong. April Fools’ Day is the day after Easter this year, and he supposes it is a holiday. It’s just— it’s not what he expected, and it’s such a typical Jamie answer, and it’s helplessly endearing, and fuck but does Roy love him.

or,

jamie hits his head, roy worries, and they say i love you for the first time

2.28k | royjamie | for @lesmiserablol | filling 'established relationship' for @royjamiebingo | based on a true story

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these little wonders

“Oh, babe, I completely forgot until now,” he says when he’s on the other side of the monster, voice reaching Miguel through the comm in his ear. “MJ wants you to come over for dinner tonight.”

Miguel chokes so hard that he loses his grip on his web, and he goes tumbling through the air for several long seconds before he manages to pull himself back together enough to fire a new one. “What? And you just forgot to tell me?”

“I know, I’m sorry! But I told her we’d be there at seven o’clock. So come on, let’s get this wrapped up here!”

or,

Miguel and MJ fall in love over weekly dinners, and Miguel remembers what it is to have a home

14.1k || spideysjane || family fluff || follow up to these small hours

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wonderstruck, blushing

“Are you blushing?” Eddie asks, eyes sparkling with delight.

“I’m not blushing. I don’t blush,” Steve blurts out instinctively, despite the fact that he can clearly feel his cheeks burning.

“You are! I didn’t know Steve Harrington could blush,” Eddie grins. He looks immensely pleased with himself.

or,

Eddie has been flirting with Steve, not that Steve notices.

steddie || 5.3k || rated t || for @rejectscanon

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when you need me, call my name

Her breaths have just evened out enough that he thinks she’s asleep again when he hears her mumble thickly, “‘M sorry, Dad.”

Immediately, his eyes fly open, flooding with tears, and his heart lodges itself in his throat as he tries to— tries to process that this is the first time Ellie’s spoken to him in days, and she’s apologizing for… Well, he doesn’t even know what, and she’s calling him Dad, and—

— and he hasn’t been a dad in a long time, and it hurts, it hurts so damn bad, it feels like he’s cracking open from that one single word, it feels like it’s tearing through him and reminding him of how he failed the last little girl who called him that, and—

—and he loves Ellie with a fierceness that scares even himself, and hearing her call him Dad has mended something at the very same time that it’s broken something else.

He remembers back in Jackson, when he so cruelly said You’re not my daughter, and I sure as hell ain’t your dad.

Oh, how wrong he’d been— how foolish, to think he could ever give her up.

or,

5 times Ellie calls Joel Dad and they don't talk about it, and 1 time she doesn't call him Dad and they do talk about it.

joel & ellie || 15.5k || 5+1 || family bonding

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so much left unspoken

“Angel,” he says casually, “have we been courting each other all these centuries?”

“Yes,” Aziraphale says after a long, quiet moment. His voice is tender, his eyes soft as he gazes upon Crowley. And that gaze— that can be nothing less than love, Crowley thinks fondly. “Yes, I rather think we might have been.”

“Huh,” Crowley responds, returning his gaze to the ceiling, and wiggles his toes further beneath Aziraphale’s thigh. “Fancy that.”

or,

In the end, Aziraphale and Crowley don’t really fall in love. They more… Saunter vaguely into it.

ineffable husbands || 10k || didn't know they were dating || for @terracyte

now with art by terra!!!

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43 or 51 for the ask game!!

43. Vanilla Twilight by Owl City - Zukka (divorced edition) The silence isn't so bad 'Til I look at my hands and feel sad Cause the spaces between my fingers Are right where yours fit perfectly

One would think that after nearly two decades of being Firelord, Zuko would be used to the infuriating, pointless, and sometimes infuriating requests and memos that cross his desk. And yet sometimes memos are put in front of him that take his breath away with their audacity- like the one right in front of him, which is ten pages of blathering that boil down to pretentious old men asking him to increase taxes throughout the Fire Nation to fund the construction of a new hot spring, exclusively for members of the advisory council.

He snorts and looks up to tell Sokka about it, a sharp retort on his tongue, but it dies on his tongue when he sees-

The blank desk, the empty chair, the dark fireplace, the space that Sokka used to fill.

He sighs heavily; he forgets, sometimes, that he's alone now, that he won't look up from his desk and see Sokka sitting across the room, brow furrowed and tongue poking out as he puzzles over some new problem.

He forgets that Sokka's gone, and he's alone.

The reminder hits him right in the chest: the ache of missing him, the pain of watching him walk away, the regret of pushing him away, the longing for a second chance.

His hand twitches on the desk, as if remembering what they used to hold, and he closes his eyes as he desperately tries to stamp down the ceaseless yearning in his heart.

When it's done, when the weight of his regrets has moved off his heart and let him breathe again, he opens his eyes, and begins to draft the rejection of the proposal.

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been in love and lost my senses

“Nancy,” Eddie hears himself say faintly, “he’s wearing an argyle sweater vest.”

She pats his shoulder once in sympathy, then walks away without a word.

or,

Steve wears a sweater vest. Eddie is inconsolable.

steddie // rated T // fluff, getting together

for @rejectscanon , based on this picture

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congrats on 1k nellie!!! 🥳 so many thoughts but how about a steddie + teacher au?

“Our students seem to have a little bet going on, Mr. Harrington,” Eddie announces as he pushes open the door to Steve’s office— without knocking, of course, because he just assumes he’s always welcome.

(Which he always is, but still. It’s the principle of the matter.)

Steve looks up from the file that he’s reviewing, glasses riding low on his nose, and raises an eyebrow. “Do they? About what?”

Steve watches greedily as Eddie saunters over to stand on the other side of his desk, eyes roving over everything from the pull of Eddie’s slacks over his thighs to the stretch of Eddie’s forearm poking out from under rolled up sleeves to the silver studs dotted up and down Eddie’s ears.

“They think,” Eddie leans over into Steve’s space, their eyes locked together, “that we are having an affair.”

“Hm,” Steve hums, leaning forward to close the distance between them and steal a lingering kiss from Eddie. “Whatever could have given them that impression, Mr. Munson?”

Eddie laughs against Steve’s lips, and kisses him again. “Beats me, baby.”

(1k follower ask game)

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i give it up to you, i surrender

He wants, he thinks, to see his stranger and to have one good night’s sleep. That’s all.

After nearly six hundred years of outlandish wants, and compared to wanting to live forever, this one doesn’t seem so unreasonable. And yet it’s the one he can’t have.

Figures.

or,

Hob doesn’t sleep for a hundred and thirty three years. Somehow, he knows it’s because his friend is in trouble.

dreamling || 5.8k || hurt/comfort || for @terracyte

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tagged by @that-was-anticlimactic and @zukkaoru to share the first line of my last work (posted) fics and see if there’s a pattern!! ty beloveds <3

1. Jamie loves waking up next to Roy. (not your intended dose)

2. By the time Roy manages to wiggle away from the reporter who’d ambushed him after the match— and he really didn’t think about that when he took the promotion, how many of the fucking vultures he’d have to put up— the locker room celebration is already in full swing. (my heart could be burning)

3. The thing about Peter B. Parker is that his memory is a fickle thing. (these little wonders)

4. The first time it happens, Miguel thinks it’s a fluke. (these small hours)

5. In the end, it all comes down to a shattered bottle of sparkling apple cider– the ‘it’ in question being, naturally, Sokka’s discovery that the spring fair is happening that weekend. (be still my foolish heart)

6. Ellie’s quiet, in the wake of Silver Lake and David. (when you need me, call my name)

7. In the end— or maybe it’s the beginning, in those days after the very first day of the rest of their life— they don’t really fall in love. (so much left unspoken)

8. Sleep evades Hob for a hundred and thirty three years straight. (i give it up to you, i surrender)

9. It starts, of course, with Robin. (wonderstruck, blushing)

10. “Wheeler,” Eddie says carefully as he squints into the darkness outside the windshield, straining to see even a glimpse of Hopper’s cabin where they’re having El’s birthday party, “are you kidnapping me?” (been in love and lost my senses)

uhhh the biggest pattern i see is that they’re either very short one liners, or they are run on sentences featuring too many commas and em-dashes. but those are my best friends so can i really be blamed? also this isn’t about the sentences, but most of these fics were actually gifts for people which is fun!

idk who has or hasn’t been tagged so apologies if you’ve already been tagged!! tagging @bisexuallsokka and @rejectscanon

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29. This Side of Paradise by Coyote Theory -- Steddie If you're lonely, no need to show me If you're lonely, come be lonely with me

"Sometimes I wonder," Steve confesses, words as heavy as the tears hanging off his eyelashes, "how much longer I can keep going like this. Like, it feels like my heart has been scooped out sometimes, I'm so... So lonely. You know what I mean?"

Eddie looks at him- so beautiful even when he's heartbroken, so breathtaking even when his shoulders are slumped in defeat and there are tears glittering on his eyelashes the same way the stars glitter in the sky- and swallows thickly.

"Yeah," he whispers, lacing their fingers together, "yeah, I think I do. I..." He pauses, swallows again, and continues thickly, "I wish I could take all your hurt away, scoop up your heart and place it back in your chest for you. But I'll tell you what- whenever you get lonely, just give me a call and I'll come over, and we can be lonely together."

Steve's head rolls over towards Eddie, eyes searching his face as if looking for a sign that he really means it. He must find it, because Steve squeezes Eddie's hand and says, "Yeah, okay. That would... That would be nice."

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(been trying to tell you) i want you the most

“I want to cross the finish line together. We did this— made this— together, and I want to cross the finish line for the first time with you at my side.”

The words spilled out of him, quick and clumsy but earnest all the same, and Kaoru blinked once before a fond, barely visible smile came across his face.

“You’re ridiculous, you know that? Of course we’ll do it together. I wouldn’t want to cross the finish line any other way.”

or,

5 times Kojiro tells Kaoru what he wants, and 1 time Kaoru tells Kojiro what he wants.

matchablossom // rated T // 5+1, fluff, hurt/comfort

inspired by some things just make sense (and one of those is you and i) by @zukkaoru