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livesincerely · 3 months
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“Jack,” Davey murmurs, close enough that he can feel the whisper of his breath against his cheeks. “Apparently you haven’t noticed, but we’ve been dating for years. Tomorrow is our three-year anniversary.”
Jack, who had been swaying towards the warmth of Davey’s body, towards the promise of a kiss, freezes dead in his tracks. “What?”
But Davey just smiles. “Three years,” he repeats calmly.
“No, no, I heard you the first time, I jus’…” Jack shakes his head, hard, as if that with somehow make any of what’s happening make any kind of sense. “What?”
“When’s the last time you had sex with anyone but me?” Davey prompts—impossibly patient, all things considered. “Or went out on a date? Gave someone your number?”
“Not in fuckin’ ages,” Jack sputters, offended at the very thought. “You an’ me, we’ve got a good thing goin’. I wouldn’t do that to you.”
“You wouldn’t cheat on me?” Davey specifies, tilting his head.
“Course not!”
“Why would it be cheating if we aren’t together?” Davey asks, pointedly.
Jack stares at him, trying to find the riddle hidden in Davey’s question. Because… Because…
“Oh,” he says blankly.
Davey laughs, curling his hands around Jack’s waist. “Oh,” he agrees.
“Three years?” Jack asks weakly.
“Jackie,” Davey sighs, apparently realizing that Jack needs this spelled out to him. “We live together. We share a bedroom. We spent last Christmas at your mom’s house and you introduced me to Charlie’s kids as ‘Uncle David’.”
“Oh,” Jack says again, because it really bears repeating. “How the hell have you managed to put up with my dumbass for three fucking years?”
“It probably helps that I’m madly in love with you,” Davey says, rolling his eyes even as another soft smile curls over his lips.
“Huh,” Jack says. It’s maybe not the best response, but it’s honestly a miracle he manages to say anything at all.
“You’re in love with me too,” Davey helpfully informs him.
“Well, I knew that part,” Jack huffs. Then, “How did you know that?”
“Because I know you,” Davey says, lacing their fingers together. “But feel free to say it aloud any time you like.”
“I love you, too,” Jack murmurs.
Davey’s smile is like the first days of spring: bright like sunshine, full of promise and full of hope.
And the taste of his kiss is even better.
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iltrpls · 13 days
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He nods his head, “Yeah, yeah I know.” Eddie lets out a sigh, “But she asks me if I'm dating someone every time we talk, you know?” he briefly look up to him and look away immediately, as if he got caught or something, “Then my dad scolds her about it, they argue, one of my tia or tio hears about it, they all go off and theorize how good it’d be if i just moved back there.” he shakes his head, incredulous.
“At least they’re not going off about how sad looking you are or lonely.”
Eddie throws his head back dramatically, sighing loud, “Urgh!”
The words come out of him before he even notices it.
“Baby.” Buck calls him.
The words visibly freeze both of them into place. Buck’s stomach drops the same way it does when you miss a step and almost fall down. He swallows around it, “I mean,” he says, chuckling, rising up and slapping his hand on his legs, “Stop whining like a baby, get yourself ready and let's go. I can’t drive you to the airport if you’re not ready!
OR : five times where the pet name “baby” is used while they’re not together and one where they are.
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rosealiceroyal · 9 months
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Ranpo has no idea why his coworkers think he’s dating Poe.
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starkerscoop · 2 years
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Vacant Mind (Ch. 9)
Ch. 8
also on ao3
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Harry’s party was staggeringly overwhelming, to a degree in which Peter considered his past self naive for thinking that the fundraiser was the worst an event could get. He regretted stepping foot in Harry’s penthouse the moment it happened. There were several notable differences that stood out to Peter. For one, everyone present was his age, rather than approaching retirement on a private island. For two, no one bothered to hide their drugs, plumes of smoke tickling at Peter’s sensitive nose. For three, the music was blasting so loudly he’d managed to pick up on it several floors down. 
The atmosphere was unlike any he’d seen before. If this was what college parties were like, Peter figured he wasn’t missing out on much. 
He searched the rambunctious crowd for Harry, the only person he even remotely knew. Anxiety crawled up his throat while his desperate eyes inspected all the twenty-somethings clad in slim to nothing. None were Harry, and Peter was debating over whether he should duck out of the party. This was a bad idea. Why would he come if he didn’t know anyone other than the host who had, at minimum, fifty other guests he could entertain himself with? Harry wouldn’t spare a single glance at Peter. 
He couldn’t handle the night on his own. 
Peter turned on his heel, ready to flee for the comfort of his bed, before ramming into someone and sending them tumbling to the ground. His hands flew to his mouth, surprised. Beneath him, Harry Osborn was groaning and rubbing his elbow, though he was soon distracted from the ache by the beer spilled all over his shirt. 
“I’m so sorry!” Peter sputtered, reaching down to help him up. “I can dry clean the shirt, if you want? Are you okay? Should I get some ice?” 
Unexpectedly, Harry laughed. “You can chill out, Parker. It’s just a shirt.”
“Is there anything I can do to help you, though?” Peter pressed. 
Harry gave him a slow once-over, satisfaction dancing in his eyes. “You can help me pick out a new shirt.” 
Peter didn’t question his wish, tailing him through the throng of people until they reached a hallway, which was empty aside from a couple making out against one of the walls. He averted his eyes at once, watching Harry’s shoes instead and admiring the leather. He wondered how many pairs of leather shoes Tony owned. 
Harry beckoned Peter into his room, which was blessedly quieter than the rest of the penthouse. At last, some of the tension left Peter’s shoulders as his senses took a break. Peter stayed by the door, refusing to wander around the room without permission. 
He was unable to look away when Harry peeled off his wet shirt and tossed it onto the soft carpet. The movement was too fast, too smooth, occurring before Peter could comprehend what was going on. He felt invasive for it, the beginnings of guilt bubbling within him, but Harry clearly wasn’t bothered by his lack of modesty, so Peter set the guilt aside. 
Peter cleared his throat, pointedly keeping his eyes on Harry’s face. “Where’s your closet?” 
“I don’t think I need a shirt yet,” Harry said, running a hand through his hair. 
Peter inched towards the door. “Then I guess you can come get me when you do?” 
“That won’t be necessary.” Harry strode towards him, effectively backing him into the door. Peter tried not to wince at the digging of the doorknob into the base of his spine. 
“What are you doing?” he asked warily. 
Harry didn’t hold back his laughter. “Kissing you, of course. Don’t you want me to?” 
Peter would’ve reeled back if he had any room to. Harry was attractive, yes, but that didn’t mean Peter was attracted to him. He only had eyes for Tony, even though he didn’t seem to reciprocate his feelings. It was true, too, that Peter had come to the party to distract himself and liven up. Harry Osborn would be one hell of a distraction. 
Peter would be using him and that felt wrong. In any case, he wasn’t guileless enough to believe Harry wanted anything to do with him outside of bed. Harry would be using him too. 
One night would be okay. 
Peter didn’t say anything in response to Harry’s question. Instead, he wound his arms over Harry’s bare shoulders, pulling him impossibly closer. 
The kiss they shared was dull. Peter couldn’t stop finding faults that Harry couldn’t help. His lips were too soft, lacking the rough texture he imagined Tony’s held, and his breath reeked of beer and cigarettes. Peter’s stomach jolted and he reflexively shoved Harry away from himself, his ears picking up on the quiet shutter of a camera. 
Harry followed his gaze in the direction of what Peter assumed was the ensuite, in front of which stood a guy their age, holding up his phone with a sheepish smile. 
“You’re a perv,” Harry accused, but he had a fond smile on his face that allowed Peter to lose some of his tension. “Get out of here, Matt. Can’t you see we’re busy?” 
“Sorry, sorry,” Matt snickered, raising his hands in surrender. “You haven’t gotten laid in a while. I couldn’t tell if I was seeing things.” 
Harry rolled his eyes. “I better not see that on the internet.” 
“Just my story!” Matt promised, rushing out of the room to escape the pillow flying at his head, courtesy of one Harry Osborn. 
Harry turned back to Peter with a leer. “Where were we again?” 
“Nowhere,” Peter said tightly. “I gotta go. Thanks again for the invite.” 
Harry bit his lip, looking mildly frustrated. “Let me walk you out then.” 
“That’s okay, you have other guests to attend to,” Peter denied, his hand creeping towards the doorknob. 
He was out of the room before Harry could say anything else. He felt a little bad, leaving him behind like that, but the need to escape both Harry and the party as a whole was only growing stronger by the second. Peter forced his way through the thick crowd, dodging wandering hands and apologizing frantically for any unintended roughness. 
The elevator ride down felt infinitely longer than the ride up. 
Peter breathed in the decidedly not-fresh air of New York City, relief coursing through him at the chill that seeped into his skin as he took a moment to gather his wits. Parties were definitely not for him. Without a glance at the building behind him, Peter set off in the direction of his apartment. 
He paid no attention to the web-shooters in his pocket, nor the taxi cabs driving by him. It was prime time for criminals to be out and about, but Peter could handle anyone he came across on his walk. Remorse ate away at him for not patrolling, but he knew he wasn’t in the right frame of mind to seek out fights. He needed to clear his head before it got him in more trouble. 
He hummed to himself as he made his way through the streets. Peace was gradually returning to him, the walk doing wonders for his soul, and he could feel himself growing more content. By the time he reached the halfway point to his home, he was hardly aware of his surroundings, immersed as he was in his own bubble. 
He was jolted out of his trancelike state by the buzzing of his phone in his pocket. Peter blinked hard, abruptly coming back to himself and reaching for his phone. He nearly dropped it when he saw that Tony had texted him. 
There were two messages waiting for him. 
The first was a screenshot of an Instagram story made by a user called @mattyrocks. The lighting in the picture was dim, but its subjects were easy enough to make out. Peter recognized Harry’s bare shoulder blades, over which his own hands were draped. Dread settled within him as he observed the messy kiss he and Harry were locked in. The story was captioned: look who’s finally getting some! 
And the second…
Tony: Care to explain this?
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bkdk-fan4ever · 6 months
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BkDk | Alternative Universe - Omegaverse | Alternative Universe - No Quirks AU | 5 + 1 Things AU | Oblivious!Midoriya Izuku | Oblivious!Bakugou Katsuki | Alpha!Bakugou Katsuki | Omega!Midoriya Izuku | Didn’t Know They Were Dating | Pining
And Some Pining For Two by tying
5 times where people confuses Katsuki and Izuku for a mated pair, and 1 time their own confusion spills out.
Or,
Katsuki and Izuku can't seem to come around to decipher each other's feelings for the other, until they finally figure it out.
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watchyourbuck · 24 days
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911 s7 through the Buddie-looking-glass so far
7x01: talk to our son im too gay for this
7x02: I swear we mean well we’re just kinda dumb *tap*
7x03: worried hubs save captain dad
7x04: fuck ur new friend- no wait dONT FUCK HIM
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dawningfairytale · 3 months
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“why do bisexuals date men” because men are hot, next question
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chaoswarfare · 1 year
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dp x dc prompt #51
when damian was sent to investigate a‘brainwashing summer camp’ he was not pleased. The kid who shared his cabin room might make it more bearable though. Danny seems to hate this place just as much as he does.
Two days later after both of them are tied up in the store room for spying, maybe he should have come in with a better plan.
summer camp dead serious thing that nobody but my brain asked for.
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Can Benoit Blanc’s stress baking English boyfriend have been like an assassin who was hired to kill him or something. I think that would be fun.
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esperantoauthor · 17 days
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Y’all are so good (bad?) at blogging that I wouldn’t sworn under oath that those firefighters had been dating this whole time.
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twinkodium · 6 months
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OH DEAR GOD I’VE BEEN SINNED PLS BATH ME IN HOLY WATER 💦😵‍💫
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antaripirate · 5 months
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this is the exact scene from ACOL just before they board The Ghost, actually
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coconut530 · 7 months
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DIVORCE ARC START
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rosealiceroyal · 7 months
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She looks at him in the way only June can. She's the only one he'll allow it from without a fight. "I don't know if you're ready to have this conversation or not."
His fork clatters to the plate in front of him. "What is that supposed to mean?"
June sighs a sigh of long-suffering and pinches the bridge of her nose, before she looks him dead in the eye and sets his world upside down. "You know you and Henry are dating, right?"
Alex gapes at her. Mouth hung open, eyes blown wide. "W-what?"
"I say this with all the love in the world," she says. "But sometimes, I swear, you are the most oblivious idiot on the face of the planet."
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kitkatscabinet · 7 months
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Hi! I love your blog!
I would love to read more about your Gaz x Reader where they marry for housing, I just love the idea of them not knowing they had feelings for one another until they’re living together. I’m a sucker for friends to lovers trope 😁
You and me both !!! I will happily provide more content 🗣️🗣️
It’s before he joins the SAS, I’d say around 2016ish, you probably joined the military around the same time. Living on base sucks, there’s no privacy and there’s one asshole who’s snoring keeps you up every night.
You take Gaz’s joking offer seriously after some contemplation and the next day your at the local courthouse. You give him a big dramatic kiss that leaves the both of you in hysterics.
The house isn’t great, but you finally get privacy !!! Of course there’s only one bed but both of you are pretty chill and you enjoy the occasional cuddle so why not just share ?
Living together is so easy and the two of you quickly become best friends. There’s no guarantee you’ll be deployed together and while that’s ok at the start the two of you quickly start to miss each other.
Kyle the type to be like “kiss for good luck?” Wiggling his eyebrows cheekily and of course you’re gonna give in every time.
After he joins the 141 he gets seriously injured one time and you just lose it, bursting into his room while the rest of the boys are so confused. One of the nurses trying to stop you and calls you Sergeant Garrick. Cue absolute mayhem, you’re clearly not related to Gaz so… SINCE WHEN HAS HE BEEN MARRIED ?!?!
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kyuyua · 6 months
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I drew half of these in math class…
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