#these two are huge dorky hipsters and I have never had a better time figuring out their story
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melviships · 4 years ago
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This Burn Is Feeling in My Skin (Mitchiel / DanRadio)
It feels like ages since I started this, but that’s cause I’m being true to myself and I am an embarrassing mess. I hope y’all like reading my yearning nonsense.
Also, a huge thanks to @thealphashadows for being an absolute peach and tweaking my dialogue and putting up with me key-smashing in her DMs.
Content warnings: Nothing except lots of silly crushing, gentle touching, and dorky comments
Word count: 974
Pairing: Dan x Mitch
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They always seemed to end up this way- occupying the same space without a word exchanged between them, pages rustling under fingertips as they were slowly flipped. It was nice, but sometimes the silence was stifling and thoughts would run rampant like rodents amongst piles of rubbish. Mitchell was almost always the one to break the silence.
Daniel paused his reading, peering up from his copy of The Dark Beyond the Stars. His voice was hushed, like speaking any louder would crack the foundation underneath him. “I was...wondering something.”
“Hm?” Mitchell flipped another page, focus unyielding.
“You said it was fine to touch you, if I warned you, right?”
They paused and marked their place, words slow as they set their book aside. “...yeah, I guess. What’s running through that noggin of yours?”
“Could I, um. Touch your face?”
“Huh?”
“You said it'd be fine, if I told you ahead of time.” Daniel tried not to sound so eager, but his volume fluctuated, putting a smile onto the other archivist’s face.
“I guess so. Why do you want to so badly?” Mitchell snickered,“You got a crush on me or something?”
“I-I don’t, uh... maybe?” The floor was suddenly fascinating to Daniel and Mitchell’s eyes stayed glue to their coworker’s face, taking in the flush to his cheeks.
“O-oh.” Daniel snorted and looked back over at Mitchell.
“Why're you surprised? You aren’t exactly subtle either.”
“W-well I don’t feel like that, but-”
He whined,“Can I touch your face, please?”
“Begging doesn’t suit you, Daniel.”
“My girlfriend would disagree.”
“Ex-girlfriend.” Daniel stiffened. Mitchell spoke under their breath,“Sorry.”
“No, you’re right... Ex-girlfriend.”
“Um. You can...but you have to tell me how and where, okay?” Their voice rushed out, growing unsteady as Daniel scooted closer. He did not bother marking his book, simply discarding it.
“Okay.” As his hand lifted, Mitchell instinctively recoiled. Their face scrunched and shoulders lifted to meet their ears. Daniel let his arm fall back to his side, Mitchell’s eyes darting back and forth between his face and hand. “Relax, I’m just touching your face. Don’t- try... try not to tense up so much.”
“Well, sorry, you don’t know what it’s like looking at you looking like that.” They shook their open hand wildly in his direction.
“Like...?”
Mitchell blinked. “I’m not gonna stroke your ego.”
“Too late.”
“Hmph.”
“Would it help if you closed your eyes?” He lifted his eyebrow and gave Mitchell a smoldering look. “So you don’t have to stare at my handsome face?”
“Who said- fine. Y-yeah, that might help.” They inhaled deeply, eyes sliding closed. Their lips pursed as they exhaled. Dan swallowed.
“Alright. I’m just gonna put my hand on your...jaw? Um, just fingers first.” Mitchell jumped at the contact then relaxed. 
“Okay, now your cheek.” His palm connected with their cheekbone and they sucked in a breath. Dan waited until they were relaxed once more. 
“...down your neck.” His fingers trailed downwards, skin warming under the touch. He smoothed his hand over their neck and shoulder.
“There. Not so bad, right?” Dan smiled. Even if Mitchell could not see it, the hint of triumph in his voice was enough to calm him down, just the tiniest bit.
“It’s...it’s not too bad, yeah.”
“Want to try two hands?”
They shrugged slightly. “S-sure.”
“Same as before, Just on your left side now.”
“Right side.”
“...right.” The motions remained the same, but Mitchell was far more comfortable. Warmth settled in their cheeks, tinting them a rosy pink and concealing the freckles Dan desperately wanted to press his lips against.
They sighed,“Wow.”
“Can I... kiss you?”
“Huh!” Their eyes shot open and they moved away until only the tips of Dan’s fingers were touching their jawline. 
Dan stammered out a quick apology. “S-sorry, I just-” 
Just as quickly, they leaned back into his touch. “U-um, kiss me where?” They looked away as they finished their question.
“Oh. Um. Your cheek, I guess?”
Their mouth snapped shut then flapped open. “So it was m-my...” 
“Would you prefer-”
“No!”
He nodded. “Then your cheek, yeah.”
“...I don’t...” They glanced to the side, like the motion would somehow wipe away the awkwardness.
“Mitch.” 
Their voice wavered as they answered,“You can kiss me. On the lips, even.”
“R-really?” 
“Are you... are you excited?” His face turned bright red. Mitchell expired,“Oh my gods, you are so cute.”
“I'm not... shut up, you’re the one getting all,” His voice cracked and he waved his hand dismissively. “Hot and bothered over some touching.”
“Just kiss me, loser.”
“Fine, dork.”
Mitchell jerked backwards as Daniel moved his face close. They croaked,“Uh.”
“Close your eyes. It’ll help,” Dan whispered against their lips. Their eyes squeezed tight and he laughed, his breath tickling across their skin and causing them to shiver. Tension eased from their face as their lips slotted together. It was warm and soft, the noise as they separated even softer.
It felt like hours before Dan opened his eyes. He paled as he locked eyes with Mitchell, tears pouring down their face and pooling in the space where his fingers cupped his jaw. Emotions overflowed into an unsteady,“Fuck.”
“Are you okay, was that, um. Bad...?” They sniffled.
“N-no. It felt nice. I didn’t know it could feel nice.”
“Mitch...” Dan said with a hushed tone as he wiped their tears with his shirt sleeve.
“You’re really sweet, even if you are kind of a dick.” Dan giggled.
“You’re really cute, even if you are kind of snotting on me.”
“Shut up.”
“Nah.” He offered space for Mitchell to sit and lie against his side. “C’mere. I still have Trollhunter? If you wanna...?”
They cackled,“You could probably recite it by now.” Mitchell tucked their head in Dan’s neck, grinning up at him.
“It’s a good film!”
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unexpectedreylo · 7 years ago
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That Love, The Crazy Kind:  The Madness Of Shipping
Well, it’s been just about two months since TLJ came out and turned my sane world upside down.  Life has simply not been the same for me since December 16, 2017.  It’s seemed more fantastical, almost like it’s not real.  While it hasn’t always been a bowl of cherries—I’ve had it out with some fans over this and even among fellow Reylos, we don’t always get along—it’s also been enchanting.  
I’ve written before how TLJ drove me to levels of distraction I hadn’t experienced in a long time:  forgetting to take out contact lenses, spending hours on the internet, nights where I could barely sleep, etc..  It wasn’t just the Reylo stuff, it was processing the whole thing.  But Reylo is still rocking my world in a big way.   The last time a couple hit me hard was Anidala right after AOTC came out.  But while I spent lots of time writing fan fic, looking up fan art, and writing both meta and fan fic about them, this feels like something on a whole new level.  I admit it, I’m obsessed.  Not in a scary, creepy sort of way mind you but it’s like I can’t get enough of them and they haven’t even been to first base onscreen!  
You know what this feels like?  Like being in love.
That’s because when you fall for a “ship,” it is in a profound sense like falling in love.  (That you’re single, dating, engaged, or married in real life makes no difference.)  I mean I even had the physical symptoms as I realized the night of December 16 that I was officially a Reylo.  It’s strange and someday a lot of psychologists are going to try to explain it but it is what it is.  Sure, I now have a huge crush on Kylo Ren and have come to realize that dorky hipster from “Girls” is pretty damn sexy (and super talented) after all.  However, a love for a ship is beyond being attracted to one or both partners.  You love them together because of what each brings to the table and the sparks they generate.  In this case, Rey and Kylo/Ben have enough sparks to burn down the whole galaxy.  I also believe they are not only at the heart of the sequel trilogy but the culmination of everything we have seen since ANH.  They going to save the universe, bring it into a new age, and have lots of cute Force babies, am I right?
Because you can’t go on a date with a ship or converse with it or cuddle with it, you find other ways to be with your love:  reading enough fan fic to make your eyes bleed, download enough fan art to fill the Louvre and the MoMA (here’s the chibi wing, the NSFW wing and the they’re-still-wearing-arm-bands-while-doing-that gallery, the comedy wing, the AU wing, etc.), and blowing money like you’re a yuppie on a coke binge circa 1982.  Buy stock now in Society6, Redbubble, and Etsy because I’ve given them an unholy amount of money over the past two months for prints, stickers, t-shirts, mugs, scarves, tote bags, and especially enamel pins.  Why are Reylos so talented and industrious, dammit?  That doesn’t count the bucks I dropped on Dooney and Bourke’s TLJ bag (hey, both Kylo AND Rey are on it!), the Po-Zu high boots, the Musterbrand “sith lady but really Kylo” cardigan, Her Universe’s Kylo jacket (sexy like he is), SH Figuarts figures, or the Hot Toys premium figures.  I’ve written some fan fic, started this separate Tumblr account, and cranked out some meta.  I’ve spent huge amounts of time on social media reading and participating in discussion.  My only frustration is that I wish I had MORE time to do all of this stuff.  
This is my third Star Wars “OTP” and my fourth overall (my first ever OTP was Nova and Derek on “Starblazers” when I was 9-10 years old).  I don’t get too invested with couples, not even with Mulder and Scully in my X-Files years, and as a middle aged woman it’s creepy to “ship” 13-14 year old kids on “Stranger Things,” a show I otherwise adore.  I’m a huge fan of “Vikings” and while Ragnar and Lagertha were my golden couple, I also know better than to “ship” anyone on t.v. these days since they seldom last.   I never fell for “non-canon” ships.  So I guess you can say I’m very picky.  Therefore it’s a very big deal when it happens to me.
I don’t know where this madness will ultimately lead but I do know a ship that hits you this hard will never leave you.  I still have a big soft spot for Han and Leia 38 years after seeing TESB and I still love Anakin and Padme after 16 years.  So Reylo might very well be a life sentence.  But I will say this…along with that realization of “oh no, is this really happening?” was immense gratitude that even at my age I can still be moved by art.  Let me tell you, as you get older you get more numb about things.  You don’t get as excited as easily anymore.  I had been wondering if I was losing my fannish mojo.  Perhaps it was starting to change for me the summer of 2016 with the first season of “Stranger Things” then a year later with “Twin Peaks” and “Stranger Things 2.”  But I knew as I became a Reylo it was still there, it was still alive.  I was still a fangirl at heart.  I just needed the right thing to inspire me.
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