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golbrocklovely · 9 months

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dating colby headcannon

requested by anonymous: Could you possible write a dating Colby headcannon with the reader? Thank uuu

A/N: even tho i'm not taking requests, i figured i can do this real quick since it's a headcannon and i'm in the middle of finishing up the next chapter of the chosen daughter. so hopefully this holds yall over a bit longer while i finish that up :) and this is all gender neutral so anyone can read it ! lmk what you think and hope you enjoy.

let's start with how you two met: i think you being a friend of a friend would be how it all starts.

maybe this friend in common gets invited to a party that snc are at, and you tag along. you get introduced to colby, and yall hit it off.

colby is very much into vibes and how well he meshes with another person. so for him to be interested, he has to like being around you. that man does not waste his time around people he doesn't care about.

and i think with colby, things would start off PAINSTAKINGLY SLOW. if you're into a slow burn… that's what your life will be like lol

colby hasn't dated in a long time, it's been almost exclusively hook ups and situationships. so i think the beginning stages will be a bit rough (in more ways than one *wink wink nudge nudge*). i think it would take a long time before anything major happened, just because he's not used to being vulnerable with someone.

that being said, i can see him hooking up with you once or twice before anything serious even remotely starts, since that's his usual go-to method. that doesn't have to be all the way - it could be like making out in the club or in a house party bathroom. a little hidden, a bit secretive, but that makes it all the more fun. it's exciting because he makes you feel like you are the sun in his galaxy, even if it's just for a few minutes. that's how intense he can be.

and maybe you realize, "oh shit i got feelings for him…. will this ever turn into something more?" and that's when you start hanging out with him more, or at least making plans to.

and i think as time goes on, he grows attached to you (because he is a clingy person, respectfully). and he enjoys the parts of his day when he gets to see you. and that's when he starts to feel the sparks. but knowing him, he probably won't act on them for a while.

but slowly, you two get really close, and eventually try to start something. once he can feel his walls crumble, and yours are also down, that's when yall truly start to have a wonderful relationship.

so as for dating him, what do i think that would be like?

colby is very busy guy, no surprising to anyone. so it's hard for yall to hang out as often as you want to (which would be like everyday if you could, and same goes for him).

but colby finds ways of seeing you or talking to you at least once a day.

even if it's just to check in on you, or ask you about your day. colby also likes to tell you about the stuff he was up to, give you little heads up on new projects before anyone else. but only when he knows they're happening bc he doesn't like talking about things that might not happen. very earth sign of him lol

i don't see him sending 'good morning' messages, but i could see him sending 'goodnight' ones. definitely with a black heart emoji somewhere thrown in there.

oooh, pet names. i'm seeing him using baby, babe, darling, sweetheart, love, and possibly honey. especially when he's drunk, he's extra affectionate.

when he goes on investigations, he comes back and HAS to tell you everything. he also loves being around you after because you make him feel so comfortable and at home. and he needs that after being paranormally hungover.

if you go with him on trips… omg, he will be protective. for sure. checking in on how you're feeling every couple minutes.

and if you get really scared, he's ready to send you home. he doesn't want to see you hurt or terrified at all. so sometimes he isn't the most favorable towards you going with him (unless you insist).

yall's biggest past time together: cuddling.

that man needs cuddles, AT LEAST, once a day. otherwise, he will be whiny lol (he might not show it at first, but once he's comfortable, he's gonna be a baby about cuddles, guarantee).

he needs to be touching you at all times, whether out in public or not. he doesn't seem like a crazy PDA type, so nothing too ~sexual~, but he will be holding your hand every chance he gets.

unless, of course, he's feeling a bit frisky… then you run the chance of having to go home early or finding a private area to have your fun sksks

i see him being the type to wrap his arms around you from behind, pulling you tight against him. especially if you're waiting in like a long line or something. he just wants you in his arms whenever he can.

like i mentioned before, he is a very busy man. so i see him doing a lot of at home dates. making pizzas together (or just dinners in general), setting up little pillow forts for movie nights, cute vibes all around. omg and of course - LOTS of camping outside and staring at the stars and talking for hours. that's 1000% for sure.

and maybe if you're the type that likes hiking, maybe you guys would go hiking together.

but i do see him also taking you out to exclusive clubs, bars, and restaurants since he has the hookup and the following to get into places that are new.

emotionally, i think you two would be so deeply into each other. i think being understanding and just getting one another is something major he wants in a relationship. so i think always being open and honest would be the main center point of your relationship.

he wants no drama, and wants love to come easy. and most likely you feel the same way, which is why you guys mesh well together.

physically… i mean, cmon. look at the material lol

he's definitely wants to make sure your needs are met. he's a people pleaser after all. and if you're his person, he's making sure you're pleased.

he's a very giving lover, is all i'm gonna say ;)

#colby brock #colby brock x reader #colby brock headcannon #colby brock fic #colby brock fluff #what you seek

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moonficrecs · 10 months

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Favourite Series Part 1

🌙 - all time favourite

✔️ - completed series

👩🏻‍💻 - ongoing series

1. Mutual Help by @personasintro 🌙👩🏻‍💻

synopsis: in order for you to pretend to be his girlfriend, he helps you with your sexual desires ⏤ he calls it a mutual help

genre: fluff, angst, smut, slow burn, fake dating au

2. Our Time by @taestefully-in-luv 🌙👩🏻‍💻

summary: After an accident and being in a coma for three months, you finally wake. But the last nine years of your life have been completely erased. You rely on none other than your best friend, Jungkook, to help regain your memories and yourself. But what happens when the truth of your missing time starts unraveling and it isn’t all it’s made out to be?

genre: Darker themes, crime au, mystery, fluff, heavy angst, smut, amnesia au. Best friends to ???

3. Clash by @matchagator 🌙👩🏻‍💻

summary: You're a new resident in your very first apartment excited to enjoy the simple life of adulthood. Unfortunately for you, you continue to run into unruly neighbors no matter how much you try to keep to yourself.

genre: Slice of Life | Neighbors

4. Bad Decision by @alphabetboyluvr 🌙👩🏻‍💻

synopsis: ready to make some bad decision?

genre: strangers to friends to lovers - slow burn

5. Long way home by @sparklingchim ✔️

synopsis: jungkook's life makes an 180 degree turn when he's suddenly a single dad and while you're trying to help him come accustomed to the new circumstances, your long-standing friendship takes new turns as well.

genre: single dad jk, boxer!jk friends to lovers, !angst!

6. Day by day by @hansolmates ✔️

summary: a series of drabbles about two best friends raising a child together

genre/warnings: dilf!jungkook x best friend!reader (f) angst, longing, pining, mc is a homebody, unrequited love (or is it?), potential idiots 2 lovers, best friends 2 lovers, but there’s a poopy ex-girlfriend, potential toxic relationship, alcohol use, explicit language, eventual fluff, eventual smut summary; a series of drabbles about two best friends raising a child together.

7. A little taste by @jeonqkooks 🌙👩🏻‍💻

synopsis: It all started with a little oral fixation...

genre: established relationship, mainly smut - everything is basically pwp, some fluff here and there

8. Practice by @chryblossomjjk ✔️

genre: fuckboy!jk x inexperienced reader. m/18+ | college au, fwb, smut, fluff, angst

9. For me by @personasintro 🌙👩🏻‍💻

summary: A collection of drabbles accompanied with dilf!jk

genre: dilf au, enemies to lovers au, neighbors au | fluff, angst, smut

10. All I want by @sxtaep 👩🏻‍💻

synopsis: You fall into the temptation of fucking your best friend, aka the biggest fuckboy on campus.

genre: fluff, smut

11. Always you by @taestefully-in-luv ✔️

summary: You and Jungkook have been best friends since freshmen year of college, there’s a lot of unsaid feelings and tension but neither make a move. what happens when his friend Taehyung (also your crush) needs a fake girlfriend?

genre: friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, roommate au, college au, SMUT (starting ch2), fluff, angst (in later chapters) slight crack

12. Red by @taestefully-in-luv ✔️

summary: You drunkenly sleep with your ex-boyfriend, Jungkook. Can’t be that bad right? Unless he gets you pregnant.

genre: FLUFF, smut, angst:(( pregnancy au

13. Rule #5 by @taestefully-in-luv ✔️

summary: You strike up a fwb deal with your good friend Jungkook after kissing him one night after a dare. But you have rules…5 of them to be exact and it seems Jungkook doesn’t want to follow any of them.

genre: fwb, friends to ???, fluff, angst, smut

14. Runaway by @archivedkookie 👩🏻‍💻

summary: When your best friend's brother, your first-ever crush, offers to help you explore your sexual desires, you just can't refuse. Especially when it's someone as irresistible as Jeon Jungkook.

genre: best friend’s brother au, fwb (they’re not rlly friends tho), 4 years age gap, smut, angst, fluff, slow burn

15. As we were by @archivedkookie 👩🏻‍💻

summary: Your husband Jungkook was your life, your reason to breathe. And when he cheats on you with another woman, it leaves you to wonder parts of yourself you were to afraid to get to know.

genre: divorce au, infidelity au, eventual smut, heavy angst, mutual pining

#moonficrecs #bts fic #jungkook x reader #jungkook

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wikiangela · 5 months

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fuck it friday

tagged by @daffi-990 @giddyupbuck @spotsandsocks

hi!! i'm back lol - well, the craziness at work is done and I'm slowly getting back to writing bc I haven't written in like a week and it's killing me lol (this is gonna sound dramatic but I literally don't feel like myself if I don't write for too long haha) I don't have anything new to share rn, but I figured since it's already december and since some of y'all are sharing Christmas fics, and knowing I likely won't write one this year, I'm gonna shamelessly plug my holiday fake dating fic with 4 Christmases and 6 Christmas chapters actually 😂 (Christmas was a very important time for Buck and Eddie's relationship in this lol) - there's obvi more holidays in this but anyway, here's a snippet of their first Christmas together also, it's been a year since I posted the first chapter and I'm feeling nostalgic lol, this fic is my baby and I love it so much (tho there's so many things I'd change now lol)

[read on Ao3]

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Turns out, Buck is very much serious about the whole thing, and Christopher finds it hilarious and is eager to play along. Eddie doesn’t have valid arguments not to do it, and it’s not like he doesn’t want to. After another snide comment when talking to his parents, he made his decision. And he already felt this exciting feeling of satisfaction when he told them he’d be bringing someone for Christmas this year – miraculously, Buck and Eddie don’t work on Christmas, and they took an additional day off, so their schedules allow for a three-day trip to Texas.

So now, it’s Christmas Eve and they’re on their way from the airport to Eddie’s childhood home, and he’s nervous, doubts just starting to seep in. What on earth possessed him to do this? He can’t lie to his family. He can’t pretend to be in love with Buck. What if he really does fall in love with him? What if everything goes to shit? He’s watched enough movies to know it’s a bad idea, but he couldn’t and still can’t bring himself to stop it.

“So.” Eddie says, his voice shaking slightly, as they sit in a cab. “We’re doing this.”

“Yep.” he can hear Buck grin next to him. “Unless you still wanna back out?” he adds quickly. They could still say Buck’s just a friend. No big deal. But Eddie does have this petty desire to stir something up, and this seems perfect.

“No. It’ll be fine.” he smiles at Buck, and then feels hot when Buck grabs his hand and interlaces their fingers, winking at him. Christopher laughs.

“You’d make a great couple.” he comments. He’s been unusually happy about all of this. He also asked Eddie a few days ago if Eddie loves Buck, which prompted a conversation, but he thinks Chris knows what’s going on now. Eddie doesn’t really know what to think about that.

“Thanks, buddy.” Buck responds excitedly, squeezing Eddie’s hand, and he can’t contain a smile. If not anything else, at least all three of them are going to have a lot of fun.

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#fuck it friday #the holiday fic #wikiangela writes #for a holiday (and forevermore)#some shameless self promo #it's done and 95k and it's fake dating and it's fluffy and cute and I love it haha #also there's quite a bit of eddie and his sisters and it was my fave thing to write (abc give us some big brother eddie pls im begging lol)#and just recently this fic got my first ever 1k kudos which is just mindblowing and i get overwhelmed if i think about it too long lol #so perfect time to share it again haha #buddie fic #buddie #my writing #fic snippet #this post got long and rambling lmao sorry and if you read it all ily <3 hahaha

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the-fluff-piece · 9 months

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Sanji x reader modern day AU part 2:

I just want some f**ing coffee

Part 1: I just want some f**king...wine!

Part 3: I just want some f**ing sleep and comfort

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The date you were on the other night was disappointing - but the food was great! For some reason though, a chef from the restaurant took an interest in you. After crashing your date, he realised you were living right next to him all this time - and vows to court you until you're his! In this chapter, Sanji will bring your hungover ass some delicious breakfast and you'll get to know him (and his lips) a little better

Saturday morning. You woke up late, two glasses of wine really did knock you out, how pathetic. In uni, you could easily have double that and not even noticed. Sleepy and with a light headache, you check your phone - no message from Thomas. So he didn't like the date, either. No surprises there. Still stung.

You peeled out of your blanked for your morning ritual: a cigarette and coffee on the balcony. You caught your reflection in the mirror: yup, looking tired as fuck. Bags under your eyes, hair like a bird's nest and the general vibe of something that had existed for too long at the bottom of a handbag. Enough to scare the shit out of the judgy older lady from across the street when she would see you. It were the small things that made you happy.

You shuffled to your kitchen where you made a horrible discovery: Coffee was empty. Even scraping at the bottom of the tin can didn't produce enough for a cup, so you grumpily slipped into your fluffy robe, grabbed the pack of cigarettes and shuffled on to your small city balcony.

You lit one and watched the people on the street: an old lady with a cute dog, they were often walking by, so adorable. Joggers. Should do that, too. Sometimes. Not now. Woman on bike, looking fab. Damn, I should buy some of those workout pants, too. They look comfy! Hot blond guy with shopping bags, waving at someone. He looks like a snack. Cute cat yawning. Should get a fuckton of tho- wait a minute, you knew that guy. That was Sanji from yesterday.

Yet another cigarette became the victim of slack jawed staring between the two of you, sailing down to the street two stories below. Poor thing.

"Hey princess, I brought you coffee! On the house!" He shouted, grinning from ear to ear. "I got breakfast, too!" He had the inflection of someone luring an animal using treats. It worked well.

Your caffeine deprived brain couldn't fathom what was happening down there: the cook strolled towards the building and you lost sight of him. Shortly afterwards you heard a knock on your door. You ran inside to look through the peephole in the door.

What the fuck.

"Hey princess, I didn't know what you liked so I brought the classics!" his cheery voice could clearly be heard through the door and you saw his clear, blue eyes looking directly through the peephole in a fish-eye perspective.

"Can we maybe start at...WHY ARE YOU HERE? HOW?" You screamed at the door.

"I saw that you lived here, too! What a coincidence ! I just wanted to apologise for yesterday. Please let me make breakfast for you!" His muffled voice from behind the door sounded excited and way too cheery for this hour.

You listened to true crime, you were half sure that the guy was a crazy murderer, killing lonely women and possibly cooking them. But there was also a strong dependency on coffee and you were sure that you wouldn't make it to the supermarket in your state.

And it would be rude to refuse his offer. You removed the doorchain, unlocking the door. Sanji stood there with the widest, happiest grin you have ever seen, holding up a shopping bag full of groceries and with a duffle bag strapped around his shoulder. He was wearing fine pants and shoes and a very comfortable looking hoodie. The moment his eyes caught your sight they lit up with delight and a flow of barely discernible syllables bubbled from his mouth.

"There you are JUST LIKE I REMEMBER I will make you the best breakfast OF YOUR LIFE ❤❤❤" he mumbled like an old lady talking to her kitty cat. This weirdo was definitely not feeling dangerous enough to be a murderer. You stepped to the side. He moved past you into your apartment, looking around with open interest.

"How cozy! I love that chair - oh I know that book! Wow you have lots of plants, I somehow cannot keep them alive." He looked around like a tourist in the middle of a historic little town, slowly making his way towards your kitchenette.

"Uhm, it's not much, and it's not exactly cleaned up..." you apologised. Surely he was used to grade A equipment.

"It's fine, I have the same one, our apartments are quite similar." He explained, not showing the slightest sign of shock over your dirty little kitchen. "Besides, I brought some stuff." He sat the duffel bag down.

Humming to himself, he began unpacking and cleaning simultaneously like it was the most normal thing for him to operate in your kitchen. Dazzled, you fell into your comfy armchair and watched that tall, slender and overall handsome guy in your kitchen. He unpacked various ingredients and began rummaging through your cupboards, eventually finding a bowl and beginning to mix something. He even made a little show of flipping bottles around in his hand like a bartender or cracking eggs open with one hand. You felt a bit useless.

"Can I help...?" You asked, unsure of what you could even do.

"No, need. I'm cooking for you!" He turned around with a wink.

"Oh...ok." you said, getting up, feeling your headache again.

"I'm gonna...take shower" you decided and went to your small bath.

"Yes take your time! I'll call you when it's time to eat" he assured you.

Getting into the shower stall, your body slowly woke up. The hot water and flowery scent of your soap relaxed and refreshed you, soothed the ache in your head. Haven't had a man in here in...four years? And a handsome one at that. How strange. The realization of what was happening in your apartment at this moment was hitting differently now that you've awakened.

There is a hot guy. In my apartment. He's cooking breakfast for me.

Fuck, I look like shit. Fuckfuck! You decided to put as much effort into this as you dared. Quite frankly, you were out of practice. You washed your hair with the special expensive shampoo you once bought and never really used, you tried to peel and moisturize your face like you wanted to every day, and you put on a light perfume, that also just sat there for special occasions like today.

You snuck to your wardrobe in the bedroom. Outfit - what do you wear to a spontaneous breakfast with a guy who wears business casual on a saturday morning? A Blazer and blouse? The dress you wore to your sisters wedding? Standing in front of your wardrobe, you noticed that it was much too full but you still had nothing to wear.

You reminded yourself that he had already seen you at your (almost) worst, everything was an improvement. Deciding on a casual outfit, you grabbed a shirt and a pair of slacks and peaked into your living room/ kitchenette. Sanji had a towel over his shoulder, whistling as he cut a vanilla bean open. You came to stand next to him at the counter to look what he was doing. His sleeves were rolled up and he wore a black apron.

"Hey princess, there you are!" He greeted you as he took some cream out of the shopping bag and put it on the counter.

"Do you have to call me princess all the time?" You asked. "It's kind of making me uncomfortable."

"If you don't like it, I'll stop, mademoiselle" he told you with a wink. You rolled your eyes at him and he chuckled.

"Do you have something like a whisk?" he asked even though he already had a look around your kitchen.

You pointed to a cupboard above you.

"Thank you, mademoiselle" he said and smiled at you. As he moved to open it, you became once again aware of how tall he was. He reached over your head, getting extremely close and you caught the scent of his cologne.

He took out the kitchen utensil and began whisking the vanilla in a bowl together with sugar and the fresh vanilla. It was fascinating to watch his practiced movements and his joy while cooking.

He reached into his bag again and set a device made of metal on the counter, shaped like a bottle but with a few applications. You knew that thing from that one cooking show, but the name eluded you.

"Know what that is?" Sanji asked when he saw you staring.

"Of course" you say with your most confident voice, "that's a cream whipping thingy" you concluded.

He laughed from the bottom of his heart.

"Exactly! I'll have to tell my colleagues at the baratie about it's new name." He joked while he filled the device of unknown designation with the cream and screwed it shut.

"You know you can also use it for soup" he explained as he put it into your empty refrigerator.

"A whipped cream soup?" You asked and Sanji laughed again. His happiness was infectious.

"I'll show you another time." He promised as he started to prepare coffee beans with a small hand operated grinder. Another time? He was planning other times already?

"So, since you were on a date just yesterday I'm guessing you don't have a boyfriend? Or girlfriend?" He tried to ask casually, but his eyes were darting nervously as he spoke.

"No, I don't" you honestly answered and heard him exhale with relief.

"I bet the guys are all crazy about you!" He mused, watching your reaction. You snorted at that.

"Yeah, so crazy they're all running away" you commented, trying not to sound bitter and failing spectacularly. You added: "seriously, I think I am not made for dating. They all want to be 'just friends', guess I am that type of girl."

"Good to know that other men have no taste in women." He said happily. "Makes it easier for me" he continued. He cooked coffee now, pouring the hot water carefully over the powder. It smelled delicious. While the water turned into precious coffee he began setting the table. You were already reaching for the coffee pot like the junky you were when he caught your wrist. Even his hand felt soft.

"It's not done yet! I'll serve it to you when it's perfect to drink" he told you, turning your hand around in his and breathing the faintest kiss onto your wrist, causing you to blush violently.

"Just sit down while I add some finishing touches. You must be so hungry" he mused.

You wandered back to your comfy armchair on shaky legs, the tingle of his touch still fresh on your skin, looking at the beautiful cook working his magic in your tiny kitchen. When he began to set the table, you were still baffled by the variety and professional look of the foods.

There where beautifully decorated crepes with fruit and whipped cream, a steaming pot of delicious smelling coffee, bread slices surrounded by what looked like home made, savory spreads, fresh orange juice and some cooked eggs. It looked perfect and smelled like heaven. You took out your phone and made a picture to send it to your friend Chrissy to show off.

"Am I already making it to your Instagram? I feel honored" You heard him behind you as he peeked shamelessly into your phone, almost resting his chin on your shoulder.

"But let's not just look, let's eat." He waited behind a chair for you and pushed it to the table before he sat down himself, spinning the chair around and sitting down backwards, with his hands and head resting on top of the backrest.

You didn't know what you expected, but you were overwhelmed. "Uhm, why are you doing this again?" You asked insecurely - the best your ex ever managed was toast and marmalade.

"A beautiful lady deserves to be pampered" he answered in a serious tone. "Besides, I kind of lost my temper yesterday and crashed your date" he didn't seem sorry, in fact he grinned when he said it.

"So enjoy! I cooked up a luxury breakfast for you." His blue eyes sparkled with anticipation as you carefully loaded the crepe onto your plate, destroying the small masterpiece somewhat. You were normally not one to have breakfast, but the appetizing smell got you hungry.

The crepe was soft and warm, the cream tasted like vanilla with a hint of cinnamon. Its texture was perfect: creamy and fluffy, slightly buttery. It was perfectly balanced with the fresh, sour taste of the fruits. You could have moaned it was so good!

Ping

The constant ping of a cell phone was distracting you from the taste orgasm you were having. Opening your eyes, you saw Sanji, leaning on the backrest, staring at you with hooded eyes and an open mouth.

Ping

"Someone's messaging you I guess" you told him, ripping him from his trance.

"Oh, sorry! I should have turned that off." He took out the phone from his pocket and unlocked it. Being as nosy as he had been, you peeked at the screen - seeing the familiar design of a dating app.

Of course he was online dating. Every ping was a match, from the looks of it he got lots. Of course he was a player, the signs were all there, you just didn't want to see them. Suits, cooking, all that "princess" and "mademoiselle" bullshit. You scowled, hard. Years of training in the harsh world have made your scowl a powerful tool to broadcast your dissatisfaction to the world. Sanji understood immediately.

"No! It's not like that! I swear!" He held up his hands.

"I didn't say anything" you told him, surly.

"But you looked. Here, nothing is happening." He handed you his phone. What normal person does that?

You looked at his app, he had almost a thousand contacts, in this small town quite significant. Apparently, he was just matching every single woman he was shown, and most of them matched back. You navigated to the messages, he didn't protest. It really was sad.

He opened most conversations, all of them were a variation of "bonjour mademoiselle, I love you" and were read but ignored. The last messages were months old, he must have given up at some point. It was a strange display.

"You really thought this line would work? Just telling random women you love them right away?" You asked, unwilling to believe that someone would dedicate time and effort to this approach.

"It's no line!" He protested. "I love all women!" He said it as if this was a normal thing to say to a woman he currently was kind of flirting with.

"You won't get very far with that, this is too much too soon" you tried to explain.

"Why?" He asked seriously. "Love is good! Everyone wants to be loved!" He seemed very passionate about that.

"You don't just see someone and fall in love, that's not how it works, and it's not healthy" You were drawn into an obviously doomed debate but couldn't help it.

"No offense but, forcing yourself to date someone you don't like and doesn't respect you seems pretty far from love as well" he mused.

"Touche" you conceded, thinking about last night's disaster.

To your surprise, he blushed furiously and seemed strangely giddy all of a sudden.

"You are already jealous!" He said happily. "You want me so much that you are jealous, but don't be! The dating app didn't work because this" he pointed at himself and you" this is destiny!" He got up and swirled around like he was dancing, pouring you a fresh cup of coffee in the process.

"Just milk, no sugar" you reflexively said. He nodded and poured milk from a tiny carton into the cup. After the wine, the pasta, the dessert and the crepe, your expectations regarding this coffee were sky high.

You took a sip, Sanji almost leaned all the way over the table to savour your reaction.

It held up. The coffee tasted soft and just like freshly grounded beans always smelled. Like chocolate and nuts and warm summer mornings. You smiled as you remembered the delicious scent in the mornings of your childhood when the grownups drank their coffee while you had a whole day of playing ahead of you.

You heard a soft whimper from Sanji. He was staring at you with his mouth open.

"It's so nice to take care of someone who appreciates it." He said. "You're so sensual..." the last words were a husky whisper and his eyes fell shut. An unexpected kiss landed on your lips. It was nervous and hot and a little too wet, his eagerness getting the better of him. His little moustache tickled your face and you couldn't help but fondling that small goatee with your fingers. He kissed and touched you like a horny teenager, moaning as his tongue played around your mouth and his hands wandered over your body like he couldn't feel enough of you at once. His nimble, long fingers threaded through your hair.

It felt good, but it was too much. A guy with that kind of dating app approach was still a red flag. In a second, you could see your heart break when he left as soon as he got what he wanted. This was too easy, too perfect. Something was seriously wrong.

You pressed your hand against his muscular chest, but he didn't get the hint. He seemed to interpret it as you exploring him and he clutched your hand to himself, encouraging you to feel around more. It was seductive to just keep running your hand over his body, you could clearly feel his defined muscles under the soft fabric of his hoodie. But the doubt was too much for you to handle.

As his mouth broke away to kiss your hand, you managed to tell him: "Stop! Now!" He immediately let go and backed off, looking confused but still very much aroused. He was handsome with his lips red from a passionate kiss and his cheeks blushing. Too perfect.

"Did I hurt you? I am so sorry!" He wrung his hands and looked like a boy that had broken something expensive.

"No, it's just too fast. And I honestly don't know if I even want that right now." You explained.

He looked like you just stabbed him. Either he was the strangest, most naive man you ever met - or he was the best actor and most skilled asshole who would break your heart.

He turned away, looking hurt and small. But he was a grown man - he had to deal with rejection. You bet you weren't the first woman he startled. After a few seconds of hurt he seemed to get a hold of himself as he began to fidget with a zippo from his pocket.

"I am sorry I fell upon you like that. And kind of ruined the mood." He looked defeated, but composed. "I will be more controlled in the future. I am sorry!" He apologised with a smile that had to be forgiven immediately.

"Let's just be adults about this and forget it" you tried to somehow save the situation.

"No." He said decidedly.

"What?" You were confused.

"I'm never going to forget that. I don't want to act like I wasn't interested in you. I'll never ask for something in return when I cook for you, I promise. Please, let me cook for you in the future" he pleaded, absolutely losing you. What was his deal?

"So please, enjoy your breakfast" he said and sat down again to watch you. He explained all the foods to you in detail, making your head spin a little with all the information. He was almost like a podcast you could listen to while eating. Although your usual eating entertainment was Netflix. On the couch.

"So, after just now I hope it's not weird...but I brought the last classic for a fancy breakfast." He said a bit flustered.

"What is that? I am already stuffed..." You answered.

"Some champagne" He grinned.

"Did you really bring champagne?" You asked in disbelief.

"Just an open one from the Restaurant, we wouldn't sell that tonight anymore. But it's enough for two glasses and fresh enough." He explained, his relaxed smile back in place.

"Mhm, after yesterday I am a little hungover...just a sip?" You asked as he already poured two glasses.

You felt so tired and cozy, the table wasn't cutting it anymore. Actually, it has been ages since you used the small kitchen table - the couch was much more comfortable.

"Let's sit down here" you suggested and Sanji brought the glasses to your coffee table and sat down next to you with a wide grin and the bearing of someone who had just scored a win. He lay his arm on the headrest just above you and took one of the glasses.

"To destiny" He mumbled a toast.

"Destiny?" You giggled.

"Don't laugh! Do you think it's coincidence that you sit in my restaurant and an hour later I see that you live in my apartment building?" He said sternly.

"We live in a small town in a small building, we would have met sooner or later" you argued.

"Still destiny..." he mumbled with an adorable pout.

You touch your glass softly to his and say: "to daydrinking!"

He laughs. "To the good life" he returns the toast and you both drink.

The champagne is a bit too dry for your tastes, but surprisingly smooth. When was the last time you had a drink before noon? Probably some company event.

Looking at the handsome man on your couch, you deluded yourself into thinking you could have fun with him without attachment. Even in the moment the thought crossed your mind, it was as clear as the sparkling wine in your hand that you already liked him. He looked to inviting next to you, his outstretched arm creating the perfect space for you to rest your head. You leaned against him, feeling the soft fabric of his hoodie and his warmth once again. And it saved you from drowning in his eyes. He gasped a little when you touched him and began breathing really hard - good actor? Really naive? Doesn't matter now.

"Tell me something about yourself" you told him.

"Uhm mhm well I am a cook" he mumbled like his mouth was giving up.

"I know that" you told him. "What about family? Is this your family's restaurant?"

"Well kind of. More my stepfather. I don't really...it's complicated" he suddenly sounded like a normal person again. "But Zeff is really cool! And my colleagues at the restaurant are like my brothers." He told you about his stepfather, the restaurant and what kinds of menus he planned as you sipped your champagne. Between the hangover, a long week and a big breakfast - you were absolutely exhausted. Before you knew it, you drifted off to sleep, dreaming a pleasant dream about you and Sanji owning a small bistro somewhere nice and quiet.

When you woke up again, you were alone on the couch, afternoon sun bathed your living room in golden light, Sanji was gone. You lay outstretched under a blanket, the champagne was gone, too.

Fuck, now I fall asleep at a date? Is he mad at me?

The kitchenette is spotless, safe for the cream whipping thingy drying next to the sink. He cleaned up and left. Maybe you should bring him the thing? Or will he come and pick it up?

Undecided, you poured yourself the last cup of cold coffee. It tasted a little bland now, having lost its full aroma. You looked around your empty apartment and missed Sanji's cheery busyness already. Maybe you should just go and see where he lived. But you didn't even know his last name.

Years of online dating and unhealthy nosiness had given you the talent to find people by first name and extra info. You googled "Sanji" and "Baratie" and found an interesting newsarticle: "Success for charity" it said. "The local restaurant Baratie made a big leap for charity this weekend, inviting the children of the local community centre to cook delicious and healthy meals together. A win for the community and the children".

There was an adorable picture of Sanji, his arm around a cute little girl holding a plate of vegetables. The description read: "Sanji Vinsmoke showed the children that veggies can be tasty".

Bingo!

You would just stroll through the building and give him back his stuff and apologise for falling asleep on him. Like a normal, nice person. You were 99% sure that he didn't play games like "wait 3 days until you write" or something.

The halls of the building were narrow and long and it took you some time to find his name on one of the doors, it was on the opposite side of the building, no wonder you never bumped into him.

You pressed the doorbell, already anxious to see him again. Soft footsteps could be heard, the door opened. Your world crumbled a bit.

In front if you stood an absolute sexbomb of a woman. She wore Sanji's hoodie - the one you fell asleep on just earlier - and nothing else as it seemed. She had long, smooth legs, a perfect hourglass figure, full lips and the cutest face. Her pink hair was a perfect messy look. You stared. She looked annoyed.

"Yes?" She asked in a melodic voice.

"Uhm, is Sanji here?" You asked, trying to catch a glimpse of the flat behind her. She blocked your view.

"No, he is at work." Her answer was short and finite.

"I brought his cream whipping thing back" you stammered and indicated the device you were holding.

"Syphon" the woman stated.

"What?" You asked, confused.

"It's called a syphon. Thank you. Bye." The woman took the syphon out of your hand and closed the door, leaving you dumbstruck in the hallway.

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What is happening here? Who is the mystery lady? What's her relationship with Sanji? Is the writer of this story just messing with you to create a cheap cliffhanger?

Find out in the next installment of this Sanji modern day AU!

I AM SO SORRY IT TOOK FOREVER TO WRITE THIS. I was so unhappy and revised and revised and...you get the idea. It's still not perfect but I am content enough.

As always, please leave a comment if you want more or if you have a wish how it should continue. it's always a great motivator to me and I probably wouldn't have written part 2 if people hadn't asked for it

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hotpinkrathian · 2 days

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For thos who are interested but not up to date

I have essentially FINISHED my WIP A United Front.

The last time I posted on here was to let you know I dropped chapter 12, well, I just dropped SIX more chapters and things are really ramping up. Lin has to step up, or risk losing everyone she loves.

So if you are looking for a 100k long COMPLETE Kyalin fic with humor, angst, mystery, and of course, some insane bending, I prompt you to find it on AO3 (not to toot my own horn or anything I'm just very proud)

Anyway, the last EIGHT chapters will be going up THIS WEEKEND.

Dropping a small tidbit below from chapter 15, where things get a little *spicy*

The fell into the motion, and Lin's free hand migrated to Kya's waist.

The arm that gripped its wrist relaxed, and Kya was able to maneuver past it to grip Lin's cheek.

Kya's lips were gentle at first, not daring to tread any further than the precedent.

But then Lin made another not-so-subtle gesture by pulling Kya's hips towards her own.

The waterbender took her permission, and her lips went from defense to offense. Lin used her free hand to grip the counter, stabilizing herself against Kya's advancements.

She couldn't help the growing grin as she kissed the other woman, and as Kya advanced on her.

Kya paused for a moment bringing her other hand to Lin's scarred cheek. Her thumb brushed over them ever so slightly.

Her breath was hot against Lin's nose, and reminiscent of the sweet wine.

Kya was looking at her, like she had been all night. All day. All week.

But it was different, now. Her eyes lacked the quizzical, calculated irises. The passion, the excitement, the thrill was still there.

Their breath was heavy, their chests rising and falling like parabolic waves. Lin could only handle so much of it before she used both arms to grip Kya's neck, pulling the waterbender back down to her.

Her hands ran through Kya's hair, deconstructing any of the remaining structure it had in it.

Kya's fingers slipped into the band of Lin's khakis pulling Lin's waist toward her.

Lin let it happen, succumbing to the force she'd tried so hard to fend off.

Images from her dreams rushed back.

I think I can take care of you.

“It's been a long day,” Lin whispered, pushing her forehead into Kya's.

“Yeah,” Kya agreed, but her eyes were distracted.

The way Kya looked at her… it made her warm. It struck the nerve that had convinced her she was undesirable, unlovable for so long.

She wanted more of it.

She needed more of it.

Lin lifted Kya's chin with a couple fingers, forcing her to make eye contact.

“It's been a long day,” Lin repeated, “And I could really use a shower.”

#legend of korra #kyalin #lin beifong #lok #kuvira #suyin #kyalin fix #kyalin fic #awesome #kyalin mystery slowburn

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campbyler · 2 months

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THEA!!!

they r so boyfriends! 😭😭😭😭😭😭 it should be illegal to read acswy while being single CAUSE I WANT TO BITE SOMEBODY SO BAD. so im gonna bite u guys. as a revenge for my poor heart. sorry.

first of all will with tote bag!!! mike with long sleeves and shorts!!! yes!! their fits r literally so perfect. i just have to say it.

the fact that will didn’t even bring his car key with him. he doesn’t hate mustang as much as he pretends 😭 and he definitely changed his mind after mikes explanation. can’t wait till will break his stupid rule and they’ll make out senselessly in it.

i got mikes reasoning for buying that car (and ted is an asshole in every universe. sorry that it happened to u thea) but he could choose less pretentious one 🙄 sorry i have a with aversion towards expensive cars. their drivers always think that they better than traffic regulations. anyway.

manual transmission is a crime against humanity and im glad that i never have to use it again. it wasn’t that bad on the road and changing gears doesn’t take much time but traffic lights became my arch enemies cause i always managed to stall on them 😭 i hope ur lessons were better btw. i feel that will will shake like chihuahua😭 plus it like one extra leg on the clutch and i have no idea how to not forget about it if u only drive automatic.

their not-date date cause they definitely aren’t dating they’re barely friends who love kiss each other on the mouth and hold hands and spend time together and tell each other their deepest secrets.

the things i felt when mike dropped wills hand in the car. i Know it was was a reason. and he totally recovered himself by holding wills pinky the entire way to the mall. i know their pinkies Hurt cause where’s no other way.

when they’ll find out that smooches at the center of the cafe is not really platonic. isn’t really platonic with kissing if we’re judging be their standards. The Kiss in the changing room though…. they literally obsessed with each other i can believe guys used to pretend they enemies 😭

someone brought up dwoht on relation to the thrift store and i can’t stop thinking about it

“u (authors) said there was nothing in the world that could stop it

i (i) had a bad feeling”

i loveeee noticing how their humor changed. will doesn’t want to hurt mike anymore he wants to laugh with him instead 💔 and he thinks mikes password is cute and loserish (it is) but he charmed by it omgggg!!!

im so glad that i spent this year with u guys (im finishing my comment in 2024!!!! happy new year!!!) and im excited to follow the story next year too. days if the updates became my favorite and brought me so much joy!!

thea, suni and andi thank u so much for ur talent and passion!! ily!! happy new year 🎉🎄🥳🎊🤶❄️

ALYAAAA i am SO sorry that i am the worst and it takes me forever to answer things but just know i have been holding this ask so close to my chest for the past million weeks bc it is so special to meeee 💗💗💗💗💗

i will accept the biting bc i am also biting someone. it is hard to WRITE it while being single wtf. every time i write a kiss scene i'm like gd who wants to kiss me..............i am here and kissless...........

that and also i think he was so eepy he didn't even Think abt bringing his keys but also lbr he knew mike was going to insist on driving lol. mike fr could have chosen a less pretentious car But i think mustangs are universally cool cars for sure and i think it's very important to mike to have a cool car so even tho it's not necessarily something he would have picked out himself i do also think that he loves it. a little bit. (<- a lot bit)

i've ended up not actually learning how to drive a manual bc me and my sister have both been busy so all of my knowledge for the next chapter is going to be thru research and osmosis so pls call me out if anything is incorrect 😭

sometimes you have to kiss your friends on the mouth!!!!! and go on a not-date date w them!!!!!!!!!! that is so totally normal!!!!!!!!!!!!! their pinkies definitely hurt so bad!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! they are obsessed w each other fr!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

dwoht is not on the ch9.2 playlist but it is for suuuuure very will-coded for this stretch of the story if you even care.

we are so glad WEEE spent this year w YOUUU alya ty for supporting us and always leaving the sweetest most thoughtful comments 💗 i hope tht ch9.2 is everything you've ever dreamed of!!!!

#asks #ch09 #acswy spoilers

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matty-bear · 4 months

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II. Is It a Crush or Attraction? [N.S]

Type: Chapter two of The Influencer series

Pairing: Nick Sturniolo x Male!OC

Warnings: SFW, fluffy

Summary: Nick replies to Finn’s message and they set up a date to hangout. The day finally comes and Nick tells Matt about his feelings for Finn. He tells the younger that he will take the hangout as an opportunity to get to know the guy before he decides on if he has a crush on him or if it’s just an attraction.

Notes: I need to get better at writing summaries… Anyways, hope you guys enjoy this chapter! :DD

Text color guide! Purple: Nick, Blue: Finn

WC: 3475

CH1 CH3

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Finn: I know this might sound really sudden but would you be up to hanging out sometime?

When Nick reads over the message, his jaw drops and his phone slips out of his hand and falls onto his thigh. He had to take a minute to register what just happened and to figure out a reply in his head before he picked his cell phone back up. He lets out an anxious exhale as he unlocks his phone and opens up Finn’s message. His thumbs twirl around the keyboard rather nervously before he finally types out a response.

Nick: I’d totally be up to hanging out! What should we do?

The moment the male hits send, he sets his phone face-down on his blanket and covers his face. A small “fucking hell” escapes his lips before another ding startles him. He slowly removes his hands from his face and picks his phone back up, his eyes widening when his eyes skin over Finn’s response.

Finn: Are you a fan of shopping by any chance?

A huge smile spreads across Nick’s lips as he opens the message again, his thumbs rapidly typing a response.

Nick: I LOVE going shopping

Finn: Perfect! :D I know a few thrift stores that hold some pretty good clothes if you’re up to joining me! We can stop by some well known shops as well if you don’t find anything.

Nick: I’d love to go with you! When would you like to go?

Finn: Does Thursday work for you?

Nick: Yup :D

Finn: Sweet! You mind if I pick you up at your place?

Nick: I don’t mind that at all

Finn: Could you send me your address so I don’t show up at a rando’s house?

Nick: Of course! It’s ________

Finn: Dude you live like 10 minutes away from me

Nick: No

Finn: Yea I’m at ________

Nick: Holy fuck- I can basically walk to yours if I need to

Finn: Yea you def could! I’ll still pick you up tho. Don’t want you wasting your energy on a lil walk. Anyways, I’ll see you Thursday?

Nick: Definitely :D

Finn: :DD

Once Nick hearts Finn’s final message, a few giggles escape his lips as a soft shade of blush dusts over his cheeks. The male couldn't believe that he just made plans with a guy that he met at an INFLUENCER party. And he likes shopping? God, he was so excited.

The red-head turns his phone off and plugs it back in before setting it back on his nightstand. He finds himself slipping further under his covers, the movie still playing on the television being long forgotten as a large, dorky smile stays glued onto his lips.

Nick hasn’t felt like this for anymore before. I mean, sure he did have like one or two crushes before but that was back in grade school. Part of him was surprised that Finn had such a large effect on him in such a short amount of time and the other part was shocked that he exchanged numbers with him.

The only thing the guy did was help him out with making drinks because he had no clue what he was doing and now he had this warm feeling in his chest. Nick did find the male attractive. VERY attractive even. I mean, why wouldn’t he? He could only imagine how he would look in broad daylight considering how he couldn’t get the best look of him at the party due to all the dark lights.

As Nick rolled onto his back and stared up at the ceiling, he pondered about whether or not his attraction to Finn was something more. Attractions and crushes were very different in his opinion. Like he finds many people attractive (both male and female) but he wouldn’t say that he has crushes on them. Crushes are something that get you giddy. They make your heart beat out of your chest every time you have an interaction with the person.

Wait. He felt giddy once he stopped texting Finn... And he felt his heart doing flips when he was face to face with him at the party…

A heavy sigh escapes Nick's lips as he smacks both hands over his face, a groan following shortly after. It was a little too soon to label this whole predicament a ‘crush’ but a small part of the male knew that he had one. He knew he had to get to know Finn more before he could officially say he has a crush on him. He could’ve been putting up a front at the party for all he knows! People put on fronts at parties right? Or maybe he wanted to save Nick from embarrassing himself further by helping him out get the drinks.

The millions of questions that flooded Nick’s mind started to give him a headache. So, to spare his thoughts from further spiraling out of control, the male turned onto his side and moved his pillow to the side of the bed. He proceeded to lay diagonally so he could continue to watch Edward Scissorhands on his television. Edward Scissorhands ALWAYS helped calm his nerves when he was in a predicament so why wouldn’t it help right now?

Nick allowed himself to be fully engrossed in the film for the next 30 minutes. He battled the tiredness that was threatening to force his eyelids shut, but he tapped his cheek lightly every so often to snap out of it. This obviously didn’t work and he ended up falling into a deep slumber, the recurring memories of Finn overtaking his mind as he dreamt.

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Two days passed by like a flash. It was finally Thursday and Nick couldn’t help the giddiness overtaking him when he saw a text from Finn asking if he was still good for the hangout. After texting him a quick response, he spent a good portion of his morning flipping through his closet trying figuring out what to wear.

After finally settling on an outfit, Nick set it aside and exited his room to go downstairs. The moment he stepped foot in the kitchen, his eyes landed on Matt who was sitting at the island. The latter, feeling that someone was staring at him, tore his focus away from his phone to look up at the older.

“You seem like you’re in a good mood again.” Matt says, watching with a curious gaze as the red-head approaches their fridge.

“I am.” Nick replies, the cold air from the appliance sending a chill down his spine the second he opens it.

“Care to share why?”

“Nope.” Matt rolls his eyes as Nick takes out the milk and sets it on the counter. The male reaches up to open the cupboard and takes out a small bowl and a box of cereal. He gently sets both items down and shuts the cupboard before quickly preparing his breakfast. Once the task is done, he grabs a spoon and takes a seat across from Matt on the island.

The latter watches with narrowed eyes as the older whips out his phone and eats his cereal, the same dorky smile on his lips that he had when he entered the kitchen not faltering. At the sound of footsteps emitting from the stairs, Matt turns his head towards the sound, a small smile spreading on his lips when a familiar figure appears from the staircase.

“Nicks being weird again.” Matt states as Chris walks into the kitchen. The latter looks over at Nick at Matt’s statement, his eyes narrowing as he stares at him.

“You got something to tell us, Nick?” Chris asks, walking over to the older and landing a few pokes on his bicep. The red-head smacks the younger’s hand away with the shake of his head and returns back to his cellphone. Before Chris walks over to the fridge, a text message coming down from the top of Nick’s screen catches his eye.

The moment he reads the name ‘Finn,’ he was close to calling the older out; however he keeps his mouth shut and continued on his short venture to the fridge. As much as he wanted to continue his teasing, he knew he would have the chance to when the older fessed up.

A few minutes passed and all three brothers remained in the kitchen. None of them said a word to each other as they kept to their cell phones, the presence of one another being enough to keep them entertained. That was until the sound of a chair scraping against the tile startled Matt and Chris. Both males look up abruptly to see Nick set his bowl in the sink and walk to his staircase, his eyes staying glued to his phone as he types a few things on his screen. After a moment of standing in front of his staircase, Nick finally ascended the steps.

“You gonna go snoop later or what?” Matt asks while nudging Chris’ shoulder once the older was out of sight.

“You go do it. He’s more likely to tell you something than me. Especially if it’s about who I think it is.” Chris replies, his gaze falling back on the phone in his hand.

“What? Did I miss something else?”

“No, you didn’t. Just go up there later, beat around the bush, and tell me what happens.”

“Okay...”

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The soft voice of Melanie Martinez bounces around the walls of Nick’s bedroom as he gets dressed for the hangout with Finn. He quietly sings along to ‘Orange Juice’ as he looks at his reflection in the mirror, his eyes scanning his face and hair for a moment. He ruffles his hair with his hand a few times to add more volume to the mop of red hair atop his head before he exits his bathroom.

He makes a beeline to his desk and picks up his phone to check the time. 3:13 PM appears in big, white letters on his lock screen before he nods his head and shuts his phone back off. He has about 22 minutes before Finn shows up.

Nick makes his way over to his closet to grab his shoes and slip them on, his tall frame bending down slightly to adjust the tongue that’s scrunched up under the laces. The moment he stands back up, the sound of his door creeping open alarms him. He turns his head around towards the sound and his eyes immediately roll in annoyance.

“What do you want, Matt?” Nick asks, a soft sigh escaping his lips as he walks by him.

“Woah, chill out. No need to give me an attitude.” Matt mumbles while slipping further into the room. He curiously eyes the older’s tall frame as he digs into his box of jewelry before he speaks up again. “Where are you going?”

“One of my friends asked to hangout today.” The older replies simply as he picks up a necklace and earrings.

“Who? Madi?”

“Nope.”

“Then who?”

“Why are you being so nosy, Matt?”

“Why are you being so secretive?” An exasperated sigh escapes Nick’s lips as turns around to face the younger. He bites down onto his bottom lip as he takes in the male’s curious expression.

“Promise not to tell Chris?” Matt forces his lips together and looks around the room for a moment before he nods his head. “I’m going out with the guy I met at the party. Well�� not going out but just hanging out.”

“Really? Never thought you’d be willing to hang out with someone that quickly.” Matt watches as a soft shade of red brushes over Nick’s cheeks as he raises a hand to rub his nape. A smile begins to spread across the younger’s lips as the wheels in his head begin to turn. “Do you like him, Nick?”

Nick falls silent for a moment, his face heating up in an instant, before he clears his throat and speaks up. “I don't know yet.” He slowly begins as he turns back around to grab the earrings he put aside moments before. “I don’t wanna put a label on it yet since I’m a little scared.”

“Is this hangout gonna give you the opportunity to get to know him before you put that label on it?” Matt asks as he takes a seat down on the older’s bed. He watches as Nick gently nods his head.

“Yeah, you know I don't wanna get into all that lovey-dovey stuff until I know the person.”

“Oh, I know.” A few moments of silence pass by before Matt speaks up again. “So what happened between you two at the party? I know Chris was up your ass the entire night but I wanna know what actually went down.”

“Basically I was just staring at all the drinks like a total idiot and he scared the shit out of me when he came up to me and asked if I needed help. When I turned around I literally looked the guy up and down MULTIPLE times. He’s attractive as hell, Matt. Like he has dark blue hair, has his ear pierced, had this cool ass blue and black striped and ripped sweater that complimented his hair perfectly, black jeans that had the perfect amount of bag to them, and Doc Martens. I think he has tattoos as well but I couldn’t really tell because the lights were literally blinding me.” As Nick continues to ramble about Finn, Matt can’t help but smile widely at the older. He hasn’t seen his brother gush this much about someone in YEARS. So to see him get flustered and ramble about this guy was very endearing to see.

“Wait just a minute.” Matt starts, holding up a single hand to calm the giddy male in front of him. “I need a name, Nick.”

“Oh, right! His name is Finn! You know, like Finn Wolfhard who played Mike in Stranger Things. Well he’s not THE Finn Wolfhard but you know.” Nick replies with a small smile.

“No, I get you. So, where are y’all gonna go? It’s just you two right?” When Nick nods his head rapidly, a soft chuckle escapes Matt’s lips before he continues, “Do you need a ride there?”

“Nope! Finn said he was gonna pick me up. Did you know that he literally lives ten fucking minutes away from here?”

“No, I did not.”

“Well, now you do. I could literally walk to his place whenever I wanna see him and he could do the same! I obviously wouldn't walk to his house at night because I’m terrified of walking alone at night but you know where I’m going.”

“Yeah.” A little chuckle escapes Matt’s lips as Nick clips a star necklace around his neck. “What are y’all gonna do?”

“Finn mentioned some thrift stores downtown that have some pretty good stuff so we’ll go there first. He also said that if I don't find anything there that he’ll bring me to some well shops.”

“Awh, he cares about you.” Nick shoots the younger a confused look the moment the statement escapes his lips.

“What do you mean?” He asks, his head tilting to the side slightly as he puts in an earring.

“You said Finn told you that if YOU don’t find anything at the thrift stores, he’ll take YOU to better shops. He clearly cares more about you finding stuff rather than him. I find that a little cute.” Matt explains with a small shrug.

“Oh.” Nick feels his face grow warm as he gently shuts his jewelry box and tucks it away in his desk. The sound of Matt giggling rings through his ears for a moment before a faint ding alerts him. Nick quickly runs over to his phone on his desk and picks it up, a small and faint scream escaping him at the sight of a text from Finn.

“What’s up? Is he outside?”

“YES.” Matt watches endearingly as Nick paces around his room for a second before he runs up to him, an anxious expression clear on his face. “Do I look fine?”

“Nick, you look great. Take a few deep breaths and go outside. You got this, Bud.” Nick nods his head and follows the younger's instructions as he pats his shoulder a few times. Once he's collected himself, he whips his phone out to reply to Finn. As he puts his phone in his pocket, he looks back at Matt who gives him an encouraging smile before he leaves the room, the younger following close behind him. “You got everything you need?”

Nick pats down his pockets a few times before he nods his head. When Nick steps into the kitchen and passes him, Matt freezes for a moment when a specific scent breezes past his nose. “Is that the Melanie Martinez parfum?” Matt asks as he points a single finger towards the older. Nick halts momentarily before slowly turning around, a nervous smile clear on his lips.

“Yeah… Why does it smell bad? This is literally my first time using it.” The older ask, panic flooding through his body as he runs up to Matt and grabs his shoulders.

“No! No, it doesn’t. It smells nice actually. I’m just used to you smelling like that one cologne you always wear.” Matt pats Nick's head lightly to reassure him and watches as the older lets out a sigh of relief.

“Okay thank God. Wish me luck, I'm actually terrified.” Nick downs a glass of water on the island to calm his nerves before he makes his way to the staircase leading to the downstairs.

“You’ll be fine, Nick. Just don’t be weird.”

“Matt!”

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding! Now go, don’t wanna keep Finn waiting too long.”

“Right. I’ll see you later!”

“Be safe, Nick! Text me if anything bad happens!

“I will!” Nick waves goodbye to Matt before hurrying down the staircase. He lets out a small sigh when he comes off the last step and shakes his nervousness out of him before he opens the door and steps outside. He immediately squints as the Sun momentarily blinds him and raises a hand over his eyes as he quickly locks the door behind him.

The moment he turns towards the street, his eyes land on a white Tesla sitting in front of the driveway. A small smile immediately spreads across his lips when he spots a figure sitting in the drivers seat. When Nick walks up to the car and stops by the passenger door, Finn looks up from his phone to look over at Nick. He quickly unlocks the door and sends the male a smile as he steps inside the car.

“Hey.” Finn greets, his eyes wandering over the red-heads frame for a moment before he looks away to put his phone away.

“Hey.” Nick breathes, returning the smile with a small one of his own. After he shuts the door, the red-head turns to look at Finn, his cheeks flushing when his eyes scan over his face.

The sun shining through the windshield was highlighting his sharp features perfectly and the freckles dusting over his cheeks and nose looked absolutely adorable under the light. His eyes trail up to his eyes, the slight of the eyeliner around his light brown irises making his stomach do flips.

“You look really good by the way.” Finn starts, his statement causing Nick to snap out his gaze. “I’m digging the matching star earring and necklace set.”

“Oh, thanks.” Nicks looks down for a moment as his face grows hot, his smile growing slightly. “You look great as well. I’m absolutely loving your outfit.”

“Awh, thank you! I’m a big fashion guy so it takes me at least 30 minutes to put an outfit together. And because I was hanging out with you today, I had to make sure I looked my best.”

A shy giggle escapes Nick’s lips as a faint shade of blush dusts over his cheeks. “I completely get that, I’m the same way.”

“Say, are you hungry or anything? We could get something to eat before we head to the shops.”

“Maybe after? I had breakfast not too long ago.”

“I’m down for after!” Finn gives Nick another smile as he pulls the gear shift down to drive. “You wanna get this hangout started or what?”

“Oh, absolutely.” When Nick nods his head eagerly and buckles himself in, Finn begins to drive off.

The drive downtown was full of laughter as the two boys got to know each other, the faint beats of the artists playing on the radio in the car creating a warm atmosphere and helping get rid of any and all awkwardness for the two as they began to get more comfortable with each other.

#sturniolo triplets #nick sturniolo #nick sturniolo fanfic #nick sturniolo imagine #nick sturniolo fluff #nick x reader #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #chris x reader #matt x reader #chris sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo fanfic

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thebestofoneshots · 3 months

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as promised it’s DEEP DIVE TIME BABY!!!

chapter 29 here’s my thoughts and things i noticed!!

first things first I WAS MENTIONED AGAIN!!! love to know i’m just roaming about in this universe fucking around. love how i was warned tho very nice!

i loved that when remus saw reader he immediately went “oh thank god HERE!!” like he trusts her skills enough to know that if anyone could do it it’s her like the whole “if anyone can do it,it’s you luv” LIKE OK I SEE YOU WITH THE NICKNAMES 🤭 but the trust not only remus but peter has in reader shows how their relationship has grown since they’ve met and i think it’s so cute how quickly she was accepted into the group!

also PETER HAS A DATE?!?? MY BABY!! (specifically your peter tho i only like your peter) I CANT WAIT TO FIND OUT HOW THE DATE WENT AND WHO IT WAS WITH!!!

AND READER BEING SEEKER FOR THE NEXT MATCH?!??? OH I CANT WAIT FOR THAT!! I CAN SEE THE TENSION AND EXCITEMENT THATS GONNA BE IN THE CHAPTER!! I KNOW READER IS GONNA PULL THROUGH AND FUCK EVERYONE OVER!! (barty and evan cough cough)

and reader having survivors guilt? she’s so me i hate watching people get hurt when i could have stopped it or tried to help! idk maybe it has something to do with me hating the feeling of being weak. like as a woman it’s hard to be seen as strong and competent so having men fight your battles against other men never feels as satisfying as the woman beating HIS ASS TO OBLIVION!!!

anyways! reader being selfless as always taking the punishment so james can have his little date with lily. love her with everything i have.

but remus offering to take james spot instead of reader but when sirius asks for remus to take his spot he flat out just goes “hell nah” his love language for both reader and sirius are so different yet so similar? like you can tell remus and sirius are obviously closer and so remus has no problem denying a request from him. but with reader he’s just met her and hasn’t figured out the boundaries of their relationship yet (friendships are still relationships) like how far he can go to tease her or what she’s comfortable with and not. don’t get me wrong for the amount of time they have known each other remus knows a LOT about her like mannerisms and her thought process but there’s still more for him to learn! like just how far she’s willing to go! (i have no idea if any of that made sense i’m sorry)

DIFFERENT TOPIC!!! READER FLIRTING WITH REMUS!!! even if it was as james i need more of reader teasing or like “jokingly” flirting with remus!!! please on my knees!!! honestly tho i do feel like reader teasing remus about the blindfold and him being “kinky” shows how comfortable she’s getting with him! like it took her awhile to get like that with sirius but once she started she never stoped and i want to see more of these with her and rem.

also reader wearing boxers? homegirl stays prepared! i swear she’s literally so smart! and clever i will never shut up about it. like the way she thinks ahead has saved her in so many different situations! clever little fox 🥰

love love love reader getting jealous with the thought of sirius flirting with other girls! (i think she should show him why that’s a terrible idea WHAT?!?? WHO SAID THAT?!???)

i loved how the “there isn’t any man’s work that i cannot do.” came to bite her in the ass so quickly. can’t even blame her men’s public restrooms are foul. what do they do in there?!?!!

reader as james calling mcgonagall minnie had me crying oh i know she was embarrassed (it’s ok tho because i would want to call her minnie too 😔)

I NEED MORE OF READER BEING INTIMIDATING!!! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!!!! i live for intimidating reader! i eat that shit up! love to see men cower to a powerful woman!!! RAAAHHHH WOMEN!!!!

the whole random chick asking sirius to go to hogsmeade as if he doesn’t already have a girlfriend is crazy! like how are you gonna try and be a home wrecker??? the audacity to yell at james/reader i would be mad for james to because how do you have all of that attitude? like damn.

but i want to say this i know sirius and remus are gonna get together but i feel like right now their relationship is screaming “remus lupin wouldn’t mind liking boys if it didn’t mean liking sirius black. sirius black wouldn’t mind liking remus lupin if it didn’t mean liking a boy.” ya know? i thought of that when sirius was having his little sexuality crisis with reader being a boy

can i say this enough? MORE REMUS SIRIUS AND READER INTERACTIONS!!! i need them! i need remus and reader teaming up antagonist sirius! i need remus and reader having this wordless communication! i need reader and sirius to spend more time with remus! i need more remus freaking out over sirius! i need more of them together! I NEEEEDDD ITTTT

can’t stop thinking about how remus noticed reader was turning back and tried to stop her from getting hurt. how closely he was paying attention in order to notice that in the first place. how i can imagine him just admiring reader and sirius and noticing readers demeanor change slightly just enough for him to realize the potions effects were disappearing. yeah. can’t stop thinking about it.

gonna go to bed tonight dreaming i’m laying in bed with sirius and listening to remus read me the godfather. we all just cuddle together in a mess of limbs while remus’ voice lulls us to sleep. yeah….gonna dream about that.

ok that was my thoughts on this chapter. lord is it long? probably im sorry 😭 i can’t wait for the next chapter!!! literally in love with your writing! like i want it tattooed in my brain.

OK IM GONE!!!

Right? Peter is such a weird character bc we know what's gonna happen to him in the future and we know what he's supposed to do, but I still felt it necessary to flesh him out? Especially if Sirius eventually suggests using him as a secret keeper instead because let's be honest, they must have trusted him heavily to make that happen and it was really important for me to let that be seen. How much did he change due to his cowardice?

Remus and nicknames are a thing, he's always using them on her, but I bet he's gonna use them even further as time goes by and they become closer o each other. Who knows? He might start teasing him just as much as she teases him.

I freaking love your excitement! And there's definitely going to be something very interesting happening in Chapter 30. Remember who's the Slytherin Seeker.

It 100% makes sense! Remus still has a lot to learn about her and it's part of the beauty of it. The realisticness of their relationship developing lays heavily on this, especially on those occasions in which Remus notices shit Sirius doesn't and at other times, he sees things that Vixen doesn't know about Sirius, bc he's known him for longer.

Like in this case, he's offering to help because he knows Vixen's arm is hurt and still feels guilty because of it, he doesn't want her to overwork. Meanwhile, with Sirius, he knows he's more than fine, and that he's just trying to get away from it by using his charm like he always does, which is why he flat-out refuses. Remus fell for Sirius' winning smile enough times in his first and second year, and our poor boy didn't even know why he wanted to help Sirius with his homework so much.

i loved how the “there isn’t any man’s work that i cannot do.” came to bite her in the ass so quickly. can’t even blame her men’s public restrooms are foul. what do they do in there?!?!!

I loved doing this because she really was all "Don't underestimate me, I can do anything a man can," and then they throw her in the dirty loo and she's like "I fucked up." This would soooo happen to me. I LOOOVE strong independent woman, if you haven't noticed, I always try to have her keep that personality with her. In fact, one of her character faults is that she struggles to accept help from others because she too, doesn't like being perceived as weak. And sometimes it's hard to understand that, needing help on some things isn't a weakness, but rather inherently human.

This really is them in every universe. And regarding Zia, I wanted to put her in there because well, the subject of adding Remus is already delicate enough. And that thin line between the three being in love with each other and cheating, is something I wanted to explore further. There will be no cheating on GC because I do not condone that at all and I value honesty above all, but I thought adding that bit of contrast in there was important.

Also just a mini reminder of what a hot shot Sirius is bc hot damn he's a total catch!

My man's so in love it borderlines on obsession and it's hard bc good god he's in love with his two best friends who are also dating each other, how much more miserable must he be?

Dear lord, I also wish I could have Rem read to me asleep! He's just so sweet and soft and I feel like he would do narrations masterfully! Sidenote: Audible has a version of "The Portrait of Dorian Grey" narrated by Ben Barnes and it's the loveliest thing in the world, sometimes I go to bed and pretend it's Sirius reading to me.

I LOOOOOVE your analysis, you don't understand how much! Truly, they give me a whole week's highlight! They're so much fun to read and see how you dissect things that are deep within my brain. Things that happen in the story that I hadn't even gone into such depth but somehow knew? It's soooo cool because it lets me know how much of the story us coming across like I wanted it to come across and it really, truly, brings me joy. You always make me all blushie (இ﹏இ)/♡

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ohwell-itsme-but-danganronpa · 3 months

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what are the fics that you're currently reading that are still getting updated?

Okay, so. Fair warning, this is mostly going to be "Fics that have been always slow updating & fics that went on an unexpected hiatus and have me scratching at the door, crying for an update, with a silent prayer when I open ao3" galore.

Barely a Planet, Barely Pluto gotta love dystopian post-game. and Kokichi's service dog, very important.

fool me twice

Pine Soot [I am so normal about those two fics, definitely not thinking about them on a daily basis and wondering about future developments, you know if those were finished I would binge them and reread regularly, content that is catering to me personally, because the slow burn would boil over and be ruined if it was any faster, fuck communication, getting together isn't even on the radar, there are more important things, bait me with a scenario that could be used as an excuse to make them make out and make them fight instead, I'll lick it off the floor, thank you]

honorary mention to Romantic Rivals it's just one chapter, but I love the concept

Me into you body swap fun

Can You Not? [now. what I am feeling for the awaited update here is more dread than excitement, but I loved this fic from the beginning and the early chapters were everything to me for a while, before we reached the suicide arc I came back to it daily, I still want to see it through and hope there's a way for it to end well]

Helping Hands(ies) [I've learned that atp some people think it's just always been called the full version, but that was an April Fool's edit, since that's when the last update posted. Tbh, if it doesn't update I'll still reread it every once in a while, easily one of my favorite fics ever, fwbs are tied for first place with fake dating for my favorite trope, and it's in the same spirit]

Truth Bullet: Bloody Kokichi ch3 rewrite, we always love to see Shuichi actually help Kokichi, but with this twist? tasty

meeting your match actually recently updated and left me with a fresh wave of hunger for more

Apple of Temptation what even is saiou nation without BrightStar posting, come on, we had a fic coming one after another, so spoiled, what I am to do without a regular dose?

x.X.x.Ch3ck3r3d.K1ng.H0rs3.G4ym3r.x.X.x's Guide to Boring Roommates (That Are Definitely Not Cute At All)

aaand I think I mentioned all the other ones in the other post, highlighting Healing is a Made-Up Concept for people that are Decidedly Not Kokichi Oma one more time tho, since I put it in the already bookmarked section, but the updates been coming in rather quickly this far, so I am hooked on it

+ one last honorary mention to Ghost Fucking 101, really just what I needed, it cheers me up to see it update

#asked/answered #fic rbs #kokichi ouma #shuichi saihara #kokichi oma #saiouma #oumasai

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rayofmisfortune · 12 days

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Throwing this ask over for if you ever want to ramble about Bendy ✨/nf (we are getting fed lately, 3 more games??? A movie??? Ink demon at a rave??? What???)

BENDY RAMBLE PERMISSION? OH HECK YEA!!

We are SO getting fed! I can't wait for what the games have in store for us. With The Cage supposed to release some time this year ANS THE MOVIE??? OH DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THAT!

I love the Bendy series to bits. Like actually

I've been keeping up with it since chapter 3 of BATIM- haven't read any of the books sadly but that can be excused right???

ANYWAY

The Cage is supposed to be a look behind the scenes at what happened on the other side of things while Audrey was busy explaining the concept of personal space to Wilson, if I remembee right? Also supposed to be darker and gorrier SUPER EXCITED FOR THAT

Then... in Secrets of the Machine we get teasers for B3ndy and Bendy Silent Town...

I hope B3ndy's gonna pick up on where BATDR left off, Gent taking away the Ink Machine to GOD KNOWS WHERE??? With Bendy now being out in the real world... it begs the question of who the role of big bad and smiling (traumatized, very much traumatized) will fall on... As for who we may play as.... maybe it could be this Riley Wells (hope I got the surname right) character we found out about in Secrets of the Machine? They ended up being a GENT employee so it's not completely out the question? They were employed at Joey Drew Studios before but- got fired because their ideas were too grotesque and dark for Joey's liking (EXCUSE THEM for having trauma you entrepreneur a-hole).

As for Bendy Silent Town... I feel like that game may be a look at mayhaps the genre of Bendy cartoons Riley had scripted? As I said, their ideas were dark. And what is Silent Town? A complete turn to the left at what Bendy games are. Unsure if the hand in the teaser image is Bendy's but- the char has a revolver named Alice FJFJ does that say anything? I dunno! Fjfjfj Getting to shoot cartoon bad guys in a cartoon tho? Aw heck yea! I suck at shooters but I'm willing to try my hand at one if it's Bendy

This is getting long lmfao

AH I haven't realized, but Secrets of the Machine came out on 4/14 (cuz- not american, use a different date format heh) which is the last loop that took place before Wilson or Audrey right? Some significance there

Oml I'm gonna fall into rambling about Bendy and the Ink Demon aren't I?

When you break all the cutouts in Secrets of the Machine, you get instakilled by the Ink Demon. Which. Deserved. I ended up doing that a lot cuz I didn't KNOW what I was supposed to do??? And destroying the cutouts was the quickest way out nfjfjc sorry Benders I promise it wasn't personal.

Anywho- yea it's been over a year YET I'M STILL NOT OVER HOW THE INK DEMON LITERALLY HAD BEEN TORTURED BY THE KEEPERS??? Like- YOU CAN'T JUST THROW THAT AT ME AND NOT EXPECT ME TO WEEP LIKE A BABY- My man's gone through literal hell even before he's been carelessly thrown into the machine "because he was imperfect" my ass, I bet the worst he ever did while in the Real world was walk around and be curious about everything while the only thing decisively threatening about him was his appearance... WHICH ALSO he had nothing to do with??? That's all on Joey and GENT for fucking up and only looking at the outside and not the inside. Is it obvious how much I need this guy to have a happy life?? He has a chance for that with Audrey now which I'm honestly so damn glad for nfnfnc Poor guy had been forced to follow a predetermined script where he was cast as the villain... tbf.. wouldn't anyone end up embracing that role when they've had to go through it for hundreds of loops?? I'd grow tired of trying to change anything as well.

Can... can you imagine? A little scene with Audrey and Bendy in B3ndy where they're just hanging out with eachother in Audrey's apartment.... PLEASE

Ah this got long hehe nfnfjfb

ALSO still not over Henry. My favorite father figure. Pls be a dad to them I beg

I STILL DUNNO WHAT THE RAVE IS ABT 😭😭 Haven't seen anything abt it YET- BUT AYYYYY

AND OML YEA THE MOVIE PLEASE GIB SOME BEFORE THE INK WORLD SNIPPETS PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE?? Could you imagine? Just- getting to see how the studio was before it all went to hell??? I- GETTING TO SEE THE PROGRESS ON THE INK MACHINE??? MAYBE EVEN BENDY'S CREATION????? And and oml SAMMY before he went "My Lord, My Saviour, coocoo in the head" THE VAST WORLD OF POSSIBILITIES

#answered asks #frens ask #unnamed-proxy #bendy spoilers #bendy and the dark revival spoilers #bendy and the ink machine spoilers #batdr #batim #bendy #bendy secrets of the machine #bsotm

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hairstevington · 11 months

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flowers and ink (part 7)

Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington

Summary: Eddie and Steve go out again, this time to Lover's Lake. They learn more about each other's pasts, but mainly just want to make out.

(part one, part two, part three, part four, part five, part six, link to Ao3)

Word Count: 2K

Warnings: Tattoo artist/florist trope modern day au, you all know the drill by now, the boys are FERAL for each other in this chapter omg, lots of talk about sex, surprisingly no spicy content other than flirting tho

A/N: Hello everyone! I met Joe Quinn yesterday and I will be annoying about it for quite some time, sorry about that. As a reward, here is more of our favorite boys! I love hearing how much people enjoy this story. It's so fluffy and cute and what we all need in these trying times <3 Happy pride!!

“Okay, you ready?” Robin asked.

Steve nodded, confident in his plan for the night.

“Yeah,” he said. “I’ll let you know how it goes.”

“Well, duh,” she replied. “Do you have gas in the car?”

“Uhhh, yeah,” he said, remembering that he’d filled it the day before.

“Phone charged?”

“Yes.”

“Snacks?”

“Yes, and beer in the cooler,” Steve confirmed.

“Very nice. Sunscreen?”

“It’s 6:30pm,” he pointed out.

“Oh, right,” she responded. “Condoms?”

“I don’t think we’re gonna -” Steve began. Robin eyed him knowingly. “Yeah, okay. Just in case.” He walked to his bedroom as they continued talking.

“It’s the third date after all,” she reminded him.

“Does yesterday count?” he asked, shuffling through his dresser drawer.

“I think so,” she replied. “Oh my god, this is your first date with Eddie that I won’t be present for!” Steve returned moments later, shoving the foil packets into the inside of his jacket.

“So you’re not going to hide in the bushes and spy on us?” he teased.

“Not unless you want me to,” she said with a smirk. “But no, I don’t need to see whatever the hell you two are going to do tonight.”

“You’re acting like we’re animals with no self control,” Steve pointed out.

“You usually have sex on the first date, Steve,” she replied. “This is absurdly slow for you.”

“Don’t slut shame me.”

“I think I’m actually doing the opposite.”

“Whatever. I’m going.”

Steve grabbed the cooler and headed out the door.

“Good luck!” Robin shouted behind him. He smiled, shaking his head.

Eddie was excited. He really liked Steve, and things were going well. He also was a big fan of surprises, especially when people managed to actually surprise him. He tended to get too nosy and figure things out beforehand. Or, he just bugged the shit out of people until they told him.

He didn’t do that this time. He waited patiently, and he got ready, and he wondered where Steve was taking him.

It was the longest goddamn day of his entire life, but 7pm rolled around eventually. When he saw Steve’s car pull up, he rushed outside to hop into the passenger’s seat.

“Hey!” Steve greeted excitedly. “So, I -”

Eddie’s lips were on his immediately. He couldn’t help it. That boy had some amazing lips. He hadn’t been kidding the other night about needing to kiss him more - he just couldn’t wait a single second longer. Steve melted into it instantly, his hands abandoning the steering wheel to hold Eddie’s face instead. They would have made out forever had they not been at a weird angle due to sitting in a car.

Finally, Steve broke away, chuckling lightly.

“What?” Eddie asked.

“Something Robin said to me earlier,” Steve replied. Eddie raised his eyebrows quizzically.

“Do you think about Robin a lot when you make out with someone?” Steve blushed and shook his head.

“Nooo, no no no,” he said. “She was teasing me about how this is the third date and you and I are going to be all over each other.”

“Yeah, well that’s just a fact,” Eddie replied, leaning back in his seat. “I told you as much already.”

“True.”

“Does yesterday count as a date?”

“That’s what I asked!” Steve pointed out. “She says yes.”

“Okay, well if Robin says…” Eddie joked. “So, do I get to know where we’re going yet?”

“No, but it’s not far from here, so you’ll know soon enough.” Steve squeezed Eddie’s thigh and then put the car back in drive so they could head out.

Eddie listened to music softly playing as they drove around. He watched the trees and shops pass by him, content. They talked a little about music and the one-woman show from the night before. Eddie waited for Steve to ask him about what happened with Chrissy, but he didn’t.

Steve wasn’t kidding. He halted the car to a stop about five minutes later.

“Uhh,” Eddie said, looking around them. They were pulled over to the side of the road, with no restaurants or stores in sight. Just a line of trees leading into the woods. “Where are we?”

“We’re right by the neighborhood I grew up in,” Steve explained.

“Steve, did you grow up as a tree elf?” Eddie teased, unbuckling his seatbelt. Steve laughed.

“You caught me, yeah,” he joked, smirking.

“So,” Eddie continued. “You’re taking me…into the woods?”

“Yeah.” Steve got out of the car, so Eddie followed suit.

“Are you, like, gonna kill me in there or something?”

“No, I’m not going to kill you,” Steve responded. “Look, does this make it better?” He popped the trunk to reveal a cooler filled with beer and snacks.

“Uh, yeah,” Eddie agreed. “Definitely makes it better. Now at least I won’t die hungry.” Steve laughed, then pulled Eddie in to give him a peck on the lips.

“Okay, I get it, taking you on a date in the middle of the woods as a surprise isn’t the romantic gesture I’d hoped it would be,” Steve said. Eddie smiled, grateful that Steve wasn’t annoyed at his constant need to tease people incessantly about things like this.

“It’s fine, I’m pretty sure I could take you in a fight if need be." Steve rolled his eyes. "Sorry for all the murder talk, I’m nervous,” Eddie admitted. Steve’s face fell slightly.

“Why?”

“Because you make me nervous,” he explained. “Like, in a good way, not in the way that I actually think you’re gonna murder me.”

“I make you nervous?” Steve asked, surprised.

“Yeah,” Eddie nodded. “You’re terrifying.” He grinned, causing Steve to blush and get flustered. After a moment, he collected himself and returned to the task at hand.

“Come on, it’s just through the trees.” Eddie watched Steve pick up the cooler, his biceps flexing in the setting sun. Steve caught him staring and smirked. “Keep it in your pants, Munson.” Eddie pouted.

“Aw, do I have to?” Steve laughed, shaking his head, and then held his unoccupied arm out to take Eddie by the hand into the woods.

“So,” Steve said as they walked. “I was on the swim team in high school. Actually, I was on most of the sports teams.” Eddie looked Steve up and down and nodded.

“Yeah, that makes sense.” Steve blushed again, then continued.

“Anyway, I was trying to think about ways I could show off my special skills like you did for me, and I remembered this spot up here that I used to go to all the time back then.”

Eddie considered making another comment about what other special skills Steve had, but he bit his tongue. He’d made his attraction more than clear and they were only seven minutes into the date.

They made it past the trees until they got to a shore of sorts. The woods faded into dirt that had been walked over so many times it was packed down smooth. From there led to a lake. Eddie looked out at the pretty water while Steve set up a blanket on the ground. He sat down and gestured for Eddie to join him.

“This,” he said, pointing to the water, “is Lover’s Lake. Well, that’s what everyone calls it. I think it has an actual name.”

“Why ‘Lover’s Lake?’” Eddie asked, knowingly.

“Because it’s kind of shaped like a heart, when you look at it on a map,” Steve explained. “Although, when I was growing up, I always thought it was because people came here to hook up.”

“Did you?” Steve chuckled, shaking his head.

“No, I usually went about a half mile that way for that,” he replied. “At Skull Rock.”

“Called that because it kind of looks like a skull?” Steve nodded, taking two beers from the cooler and handing one to Eddie. “Ah, okay. I’m catching on. Your hometown really has a way with words.”

“Yeah,” Steve replied. “Where’d you grow up?”

Eddie didn’t like this question, mostly because he didn’t like to think of his old life that much. He cracked his can open and took a sip.

“Uhh, Indianapolis mostly,” he answered. “I moved here a few years ago to be closer to my uncle. He’s the reason I met Bob, actually. I’m not used to small-town living but I like it here well enough.”

“Well, Hawkins is glad to have you,” Steve said, raising his own opened can. They clinked their beers together and continued drinking in silence for a minute or two.

“It’s a nice night,” Eddie said.

“Yeah.”

“I kinda wanna see the infamous Skull Rock myself,” he noted. “You know, to confirm whether or not it lives up to its name.” Steve chuckled.

“You want to see the place where I used to take girls to make out?” he asked.

“Sure,” Eddie replied. “I’d love to learn more of the Steve Harrington lore. You only ever brought girls there?”

“I was a bit of a late bloomer with guys,” Steve admitted.

“Well, Steve, there’s a first time for everything,” Eddie teased. “I’m assuming that’s why you brought me here, no?”

“Well, I -” Steve sputtered. “I didn’t bring you there, I brought you here, and - I mean, yesterday you said you wanted to -”

“Relax, I’m just messing with you,” Eddie said, putting Steve at ease again. “But we’re definitely gonna make out at Skull Rock tonight, right?” Steve looked at Eddie and smiled.

“Oh, obviously.” Steve took out a few of the snacks and set them between him and Eddie. “We could also go for a swim.”

Eddie considered it strongly, then shook his head.

“Uhh, yeah no. I can’t see you shirtless for the first time in a public place,” he said. “I’m not trying to get arrested again.” Eddie shut his mouth, realizing that he’d just revealed something he hadn’t meant to. Goddamn Steve Harrington somehow breaking down Eddie’s previously impenetrable walls.

“Again?” Steve asked, intrigued. “From having sex in public?”

“Nooo,” Eddie said, maybe too quickly. “I’ve never done that. Have you?”

“Uhh, well, yeah,” Steve confessed. “I wasn’t arrested or anything, but the cops busted us a few times. God, the sheriff hated me back then. I got away with a lot of bullshit as a teenager.”

“Yeah, me too,” Eddie agreed. “Until I didn’t anymore.”

He waited for Steve to ask him what Eddie’s arrest was for, or why he moved away from Indianapolis, or to pry in any sort of way about his troubled past, but he didn’t. Instead, he changed the subject completely and asked about Eddie’s tattoos.

Steve was awesome.

They ate and drank by the water until it was dark, talking about life, the universe, and everything. It was calm and peaceful, and Steve was thankful that they both seemed to enjoy the night equally.

“I think it might be too late to venture to Skull Rock,” Steve pointed out.

“Yeah,” Eddie agreed. “Wouldn’t want to be eaten by a coyote or something.”

“Exactly.”

“But,” Eddie continued. “Don’t think I forgot that you promised me a makeout session, Steve.”

“Oh, I didn’t forget.”

“So, where shall we go?” Steve smirked, then started packing up their stuff.

“I’d say we go to my place, but Robin would never let me hear the end of it,” he said.

“Why?”

“Because she'd be there.”

“Wait.” Eddie stood up, then helped Steve up to join him. “You two live together?”

“Yeah, you didn’t know?” Eddie shook his head. Steve thought back to all their previous conversations, and realized he’d never explicitly said that. Whoops. “Oh, shit. Yeah, we have an apartment together.”

“Separate bedrooms, right?” Eddie teased. Steve laughed, then nodded.

“Sorry,” he said. “If you’re dating me, she comes with it.”

“I don’t mind,” Eddie insisted. “I like it. I like you.”

They looked at each other for a moment, and Steve caught himself admiring how pretty Eddie’s face shone in the moonlight.

“I like you too,” he said. Eddie grinned, then clapped his hands.

“So!” he exclaimed. “My place, then?” Steve nodded, and then they headed back through the woods to the car.

Robin was right. She’s always right.

(next part)

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nano | day 29

words: 1,901/1,667

notes: surprise bitch. bet you thought you'd seen the last of me. well you can't get rid of me that easy because i wanted to get the final two badges on the nanowrimo website so here we are to give me a break from the main story, i wrote a smutty spinoff that takes place after the fic. maybe i'll finish and clean it up and turn it into a real chapter i will post separately, or at the very least, that i will share in the discord server. it was mostly just a reward for finishing and a well earned return to smut that wasn't the only thing i worked on tho! i said i would do my gift exchange fic but i lied. this morning a conversation about the latest chapter devolved into the potential for a fic where natsu and lucy have to duke it out during an s-class trial and i wasn't going to not write it. after the gift exchange i think this might be my next big oneshot! that was not the last of what i wrote today--a month or so ago i came up with an idea for another multichap fic where natsu gets amnesia and completely forgets everything from well before lucy joined the guild and it's just a horrible hurt/comfort explosion that i think will be my next multichap after the fake dating one. i just had this vivid image in my head of him talking to lisanna and hearing what she has to say about lucy and i had to write it down. i'm really excited for it, i think it has a lot of potential and i know that it won't be for a lot of people but i hope at least one person will enjoy it

quote: Natsu hadn’t shut up about the damn trial since it was announced. His first year participating not as a contender, but as an S-class mage himself. Had that not been enough to get him going, this year was Lucy’s first year in the running. Going up against Natsu was one thing, going up against her boyfriend was another.

total word count: /50,000

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Are you happy, Strange? - Chapter 3

!Multiverse of Madness Spoilers ahead!

Stephen never opened up to anyone. Neither about his regrets of the past, nor his reoccuring nightmares of the future. But when a certain universe-traveling girl revealed that the woman in his few pleasant dreams is meant to be his Soulmate, he is determined to meet her.

Sadly, when he finally finds you, the Sorcerer has already been possessed by the Darkhold...

[Previous Chapter]

Warnings: Manipulation, Dubious Consent (nothing sexual tho) A/N: This might be confusing at first but pls give it a chance, I swear this will make sense.

A ray of sunlight hit your face, plesantly tingling in your nose just enough to wake you up.

The bedplace next to you was empty, though you still felt the warmth of his body on the mattress, his scent on the fabric.

You shuffled on the sheets, tangling yourself in his blanket and dozing off several times again until you'd finally find the motivation to stand up.

As you stepped in front of the great window of the living room, you opened it to take a few sips of fresh morning air, watching busy people on the way to their daily deeds.

Today would be a good day - since your husband would return.

There wasn't much to do for you this morning, the house was so small it basically cleaned itself and groceries had been delivered yesterday. So other than a little bit of paperwork, you could spend the hours until his return just as you liked.

After a quick stretch you invited yourself to a small breakfast, remembering how Strange would always scolding you for not eating enough. The TV you had turned on served as nothing but background noise, since you were unwilling to ruin the day that had just started with the usual, bad news.

It would only make your worry for your husband - your own, personal hero - skyrocket, after all.

You decided for a foam bath, lightning a few scented candles just for the atmosphere before picking out a relaxing song. Stephen was never fond of you entering his study, but what can you do when this was the only free space for the great bookshelf you proudly called yours?

Running your fingers run over the wooden furniture, you picked out the latest book Stephen had gifted you, a lovestruck smile tugging on the edge of your lips. He knew you so well, and was a very thoughtful man.

As you sunk into the prickling hot water, head nodding slowly to the beat of your favourite song, you reminisced for a while. About the past, all the things that had happened and how you ended up in here.

In hindsight, it was the greatest stroke of luck to have found a man like Strange - and you couldn't wish for something else.

Wanting to pick one of the many dresses filling up your wardrobe - Strange loved to spoil you, after all - you chose the summery one in your favourite colour. Doing your hair and make up as you sat in front of the vanity, you'd giggle like an excited teenager getting ready for their first date.

You wanted to make your husband completely and utterly flabbergasted, after all.

Admittedly, maybe you should've gotten dressed after making lunch. But hey, this would by far not be the first time you'd ruin your clothes with food stains, so you hastily threw on an oversized sweater of his and continued preparing a meal that's worthy of an emperor.

After all, Stephen had only ever brought bliss into your life. He cared well for you, despite all of your shortcomings. And even though you didn't have much to offer in return, you wanted to make him the most happiest person in the world as well!

You screeched in surprise, jumping a little when firm hands on both sides of your hips bolted you out of your pondering - but it soon turned into a content whimper as your husband nuzzled his noze against the crook of your neck, embracing you from behind.

"Didn't I tell you to not get out of your way for me, darling?" he purrs, his voice raw and low, sending velvet shivers down your spine.

You pressed your body even closer this, grinding against him as you offered him your neck which he gladly planted a trace of kisses along the way. "Welcome home, my love."

"I've missed you..." Strange twirled you around to look at him, his eyes so full of awe and adoration that you thought to melt just at this gaze. "As did i."

His kiss was rough and needy, like a man starving and you thought being loved like this was nothing less than heaven. Your husband would place another, more gentle kiss on your lips as he pulled away, leaving you whine in frustration.

"Not wanting to let the wonderful meal my generous, beloved wife prepared go to waste" he snickered as he offered you a chair, yet you rolled your eyes, unable to care less about the food getting cold.

The Doctor had been on a Surgery Convention for three long days, after all. You had missed him painfully, every single second during his abscence - and you wanted to show him in every way there is.

"What's the problem with me being needy?" you sulked, much to your lover's amusement. "Don't tell me you're having an affair, Stephen." It was a joke, obviously, a taunting smile on your face as you awaited his reaction.

This man could never lie to you you believed, let alone hurt you in any way.

"Oh, please" Strange scoffed, swirling the glass of wine before taking a great sip of it. "You very well know you're the only person that's able to endure me being in the same room without wanting to kill me after five minutes."

"Always ruining the mood..." A welcoming smile decorated your face as you tiptoed across the table with featherlight steps, cheekily straddling your husband's lap. "Say, what should I do with a man so stubborn?"

Stephen let out a deep growl as your hips touched, countless obscenities crossing his mind as you urged him to touch you. "Feisty little thing..." he scolded you in that low, authorative voice of his that could make you obey his every wish without even trying.

You ran your fingers through his neatly-kempt hair, admiring the grey strands that accented his appearance so well as you began caressing the tense muscles on his back, whispering "Darling, you had a rough day. Let me help you relax."

The way he uttered curses under his breath only strenghtened your need for him - wanting to see, hear, feel things only you could make him do.

Strange was lingering in this position, hands thoughtfully roaming every inch of your body and only getting pleased moans as a reward for every caress. Savouring every ounce of closeness he was able to get without going too far...

...and then, he let go.

"Sorry love, tired..." was all his lust-clouded mind was able to bring out, swiftly lifting you up from himself and placing you on his chair before he aimlessly paced around in the room, trying to clear his head.

He was drunk on your everything: Your soft lips against his, this intoxicating scent of your perfume, the sensation of your silky skin on his palm - of caressing every single one of your curves, exploring your body to it's full extend.

Stephen didn't want you - he needed you. More than air, more than a famished man a drop of water. The sheer imagination of you writhing beneath him, closer than ever before, praying his name as you'd beg sweet affirmations for him and him only...

...but he dreaded the consequences shall he ever cross that line. What it would make him - and especially what it would do to you. Not even the Darkhold could make a once honorable man like Strange fall for such inferior instincts, when it meant tainting an innocent flower like you.

You looked at your husband with a puzzled expression, unsure what to make of this reaction for the bulge tenting his pants surely spoke for itself. His sombre eyes were tinted with lust as he looked at you, just to frantically shake his head and empty the whole glass of wine in one go.

Whatever it was that was holding him back, you did not want to pressure him. There were things more important than physical intimacy that made your relationship as deep and loving as it was.

"Stephen, dear, it's okay..." you spoke so incredibly understanding that it made his conscience able to banish the darkness in his mind. "Let me torture you with one episode of those 'horrible' medical drama shows and go to bed, shall we?"

Your husband cracked a weak smile and you couldn't help but think what a great softie this beast of a man was. He was quick to regain his usual sassy facade, using a mixture of mocking and flirting to change the topic. "By the way, I've gifted you so much jewlery. Why won't you ever wear something that goes well with your outfit? Afraid it would make you even more stunning?"

"Not to criticize you, sweetheart...but you know I've never really been the type to wear something that- much." An idea popped up in your head, so obvious that even your husband could see the lightbulb over your head. He sighed, relieved to have distracted you with whatever it was.

You frantically crammed and rummaged through your nightstand, searching for...yeah, what exactly was it? Furrowing your brows in confusion, you turned your attention to your husband again. He prided himself with knowing - almost - everything, right?

"Have you seen my necklace?"

"What necklace?" Strange retorted in between grateful munches on his favourite meal you had prepared. Another baffled look from your side. Of all the things a partner must know, this was certainly top tier information. You were certain that you'd tell your partner about this, and even more sure that a man like Strange would remember.

"The necklace of my mother. You know, the one I always keep in my nightstand so it's close to me. Did you put it away?"

He shrugged mutely, internally boiling with dread of what might follow if this conversation continues. Stephen's face was off for some reason, like a mask of fake calm with a storm hidden underneath.

"It's my last memory of her, after-" Your volume decreased, eyes widening in shock while you finished the sentence in your head. A sole tear ran down your cheek as you stared into nothingness, vivid memories flashing inside of your inner eye like lightning.

About your parents, how could you have forgotten?! They died all alone, their hearts broken with grief after the apparent death of their only daughter. Yeah, Thanos' snap made you disappear for five years, and when you came back...they were already gone, and you could never say goodbye.

How come your husband doesn't know this most important thing about you?

You remember it like it was yesterday how you cursed the name of the hero that came up with this plan, who allowed the snap to happen. It was the only way, he explained later.

What kind of comfort would that bring anyone whose lives were destroyed, who had been separated from their loved ones until they were forced to move on? The chaos both their departure and return had brought?

And what did your husband do for a living again? A doctor, yes? Dr. Stephen Strange...Doctor-

"Y/N, what's wrong?" His voice sounded irritated and gravely concerned, tone jumping back and forth between anger and disappointment.

You looked honestly forlorn, despair and defeat in your gaze as your husband avoided looking into your eyes - otherwise you'd see the deceit in his.

Cold dread dropped into the acidic pit of your stomach like black bile, mind racing in a pace you could not keep up with as all those memories re-emerged.

"Why do I never leave the house?" Your question was barely audible, but Strange's reaction was quick, as if the two of you had this conversation before. "You're sick, Y/N. Very sick. I was your doctor once, did you forget? We met at the hospital back then."

You picked up a photo on your nightstand, warily eying the bright depicture of your wedding day. He really thought of every detail so you won't grow wary of him, huh? "I don't feel sick."

The wall shunning out those memories was crumbling, burying the ones of your altered past underneath the rubble.

"But you will if you go outside."

Liar.

"Y-Yeah..." You stumbled across your own words, thinking it might be for the best to act unsuspecting until you'd get your thoughts into proper lane...

...however, you couldn't stop the look of fear and revulsion settling on your face like a chisel sculpts in stone.

"My love, I am very concerned for you" he spoke, but your subconsciousness screamed at you to get as far away from this man as humanly possible.

And when his eyes flickered in this faint glow of purple, that was the last straw. You ran as fast as your legs could carry you, towards the door you've never even thought about using before - and stilled.

"Oh for Vishanti's sake" he hissed, rubbing his temples in frustration. An enraged blow of his fist against the table caused his powers to unveil, the room shaking through all the pressure. "I thought the spell worked properly this time!"

No incidents in over a week, even though he had to leave you alone for a few days due to a mission - this had been a new record. So stephen thought to have broken the little fight left in your brain.

However, you seemed to have quite an affinity to sorcery. No wonder you're his Soulmate.

"I'll have to refresh the magic once again, as it seems."

"Wha-" you tried to move any limb, to do anything at all, but every muscle was completely petrified. "What are you talking about?"

"Nonono, don't cry, my love!" His predatory, relentless stare became utterly soft at the sight of your tears, reaching out for you with great concern. "It's not your fault. It's mine! I simply need to gather more power, become even stronger...for you."

You pressed your eyelids together as hard as you could, giving it your best to accept the inevitable fate of whatever this man was going to do with you now.

"Such a strong mind..." he whispered so adoring, it made your stomach turn. "You're amazing, really. It never fails to surprise me."

The Doctor would peck a small kiss on the top of your forehead, though you tried to strech out your neck away from him as far as you could - but with your body unmoving, you couldn't resist.

"Who are you?"

"Your loving husband, Y/N. Nothing more, nothing less. And I never wanted to be anything else more than that."

"There's nothing to be afraid of" he spoke so calm, a serene smile attempting to comfort you. "Surrender yourself to it - to me."

And just like that, the room became unsteady, the illusions of what you thought to be your home turning out to be the same, old Sanctum prison he once threw you in. Your wettening eyes could see nothing but a blurred silhouette holding you regrettingly before everything around you went black.

"Sleep well my love. We'll soon meet again..."

This time, no sunlight or outside noises would dring through you.

When you awoke from your deep slumber, it felt as if you had just forgotten about an incredibly long dream. Confused, you rubbed your red and swollen lids just to detect your husband snoring peacefully next to you, his arms and legs effectively trapping you in his hold.

You wanted to say something, wake him up and ask about whether you had too much wine the last evening - but your voice was small and hoarse from screaming.

Have you gotten into a fight yesterday? With him of all people?

A dull pain in your head just further confirmed your theory of a hangover whenever you tried to remember details of the past day. You shrugged it off, snuggling onto your husband's chest until you could hear his calming heartbeat.

All that counted was that you were now lying here, next to the man you felt so incredibly safe around. You stroked the stubbles of his beart lightly, chuckling when you earned an annoyed huff in return.

Your lips ghosted over his, smiling contently at this most adorable sight - and much to your surprise, your sleep-drunken husband answered with a single kiss.

It was nice, you thought, though you wondered if Stephen knew he was a sleep-talker...and kisser. Always tending to you in the middle of the night, gracing your ears with sweet nothingness.

However, it was harder to ignore the subtle ache of your heart growing stronger than usually - especially when he'd say those things in his sleep you couldn't make sense of.

"I've lost so much, Y/N...losing you as well would end me."

[Next Chapter]

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borahaerhy · 1 year

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BTS While High - Headcanons

While my inbox is filled with unwritten requests and the latest chapter of my WIP is in dire need of some heavy editing, I decided the best use of my time is to write my headcanons for the members after smoking some devil's lettuce in honor of 4/20.

Happy 4/20 everybody, I hope you enjoy :)

It does get slightly horny at times, so viewer discretion is advised. Also if you want me to do anymore headcanons, just lmk, I love doing these.

Jin

Chaos

Laughing at everything that's happening

To the point he's falling over

Trying to make jokes

But he can't stop laughing long enough to actually get them out

Definitely not sitting down

He's up and moving

He's trying to make a pillow fort out of couch cushions and throw blankets

Or he needs to get everyone's attention so he can give a presentation on an idea he had 2 seconds ago and is now obviously the most genius thing he's ever come up with

Trying to go somewhere probably

"Yo, we should definitely go bowling"

or even

"Does anyone wanna go to Walmart?"

But you're not going to Walmart to go shopping or to get things

It's absolutely only to hula-hoop and chase each other around the store with children's toys

If you're in a relationship with him?

He's 100% fucking with you the most

There will be no peace

Only war

You have to be just as excited as he is

Or he will try to fight you

In a joking way obviously

But ultimately, he probably just wants you to scratch his head and play with his hair

And once you do that?

Nap time :)

Yoongi

Couch locked

Blank face, not really saying anything

If he's paying attention to whatever conversation is happening, he'd laugh if something was funny

But chances are

He's zoned out and has no idea what anyone's saying

But that's only for the first 20 minutes or so

After that

He's overcome with affection

He's just looking around at everyone

And is so overwhelmed with love

The sappy little bitch

Definitely pretending he isn't tho

But the second anyone says they need anything

He's on it

You want a snack?

He'll go find one

Would definitely cook you dinner

Need a blanket?

Done

Do you need someone to hold your hand?

There is literally nothing that will stop him from holding your hand

And that goes for anyone he cares about

But especially his significant other

If you two were dating

You could make literally any request

And as long as it was physically possible for him to do it

It's done

Especially is it involves affection

Tbh just hold his hand when he's high, that's literally all he wants

Hoseok

Honestly?

The most normal out of all of them

This is not his first rodeo

He's very calm

It's business as usual for him

But is 100% very interested in everyone else's antics

He's listening to the jokes

He's paying attention to the one (probably Namjoon) going on about life's greatest mysteries

If someone's panicking

He's on it immediately

He'd notice quickly and try to help them in whatever way he could

Tell them that everything's gonna be okay

And that they probably just need a snack

And would immediately make them a snack

Wouldn't leave them alone until he was sure that they were okay

If you're dating

He's very chill on the outside

Especially if other people are there

But you're sitting next to him

And his hand is on your thigh

He's very subtle about it

But he's doing anything he can to drive you absolutely insane

Would 100% leave in the middle of a conversation with the guys to go find a bedroom with you

Then emerge an hour later

Hair messed up and wearing different clothes

And have absolutely no shame

Namjoon

Very casual while smoking

Carrying on in normal conversation

But when it hits him

He's gonna go quiet for a minute

Then launch into a monologue

About what?

Who knows

Could be anything

The meaning of the universe

How much he absolutely loves army's

His philosophical beliefs

If there's a whiteboard available he's ON IT

Idk what he's writing or why but he's definitely doing something

Probably to try to explain whatever he's monologuing about to everyone else

But

At some point

He's gonna say "I'm gonna go get a little snack"

And come back with a four-course meal

Like when I say munchies

I mean MUNCHIES

He's literally eating everything he can find

He's inhaling that shit

And if he's in a relationship

He'll honestly probably forget you're there while monologuing

But if you say something

Or he looks over at you

The biggest grin will spread across his face

And whatever he was talking about doesn't matter anymore in the slightest

You're the only thing that exists now

And in the most wholesome ways

He wants a hug

And will be giddy anytime you even look at him

Jimin

I mean this with the utmost respect

He's a thot

And he's extremely shameless about it

Flirting with everyone

Making everyone flustered

Prolonged eye contact

But everything is funny to him

Laughing at everything anyone says

Thinks Jin is absolutely hilarious

Falling over laughing so hard

Will fall out of his chair

There's just no way around it

But the shamelessness

You could dare him to do literally anything

And he'd do it

No exceptions

And if you're dating him?

I pray for you

He's like Hoseok in the way he'd drive you insane

But it's much less subtle

Like he's kissing your neck

And pulling you to sit in his lap

very territorial tbh

No one else should really be allowed to look at you

Like if it's just you with the guys, that's one thing

He trusts them

But if you guys went with Jin on his Walmart adventures

And someone looks at you for just a second too long

He will start making out with you in the middle of the bike section

And fully prepare to not be allowed out of his sight for more than a few minutes

Wants you on his arm at all times

Will wait outside the bathroom door for you to get done so he can show you off some more

Taehyung

Also couch locked

Probably in a baggy hoodie

Hood up

Slouched down as far as he can get into the couch

Eyelids low

Either completely zoned out or just listening to everyone else talk

Probably snacking on a bag of chips

No idea how though, because he definitely didn't get up to get them

But inevitably

He too will launch into a monologue

But unlike Namjoon

It wouldn't be about existential crises or how important the bees are

It's about how the birds are fake

They're definitely government drones

And the president?

100% a lizard

But is very easily distracted

If he's talking and someone interrupts him

He will not remember what he was saying at all

But doesn't mind

Because that topic of conversation is just as important

If there's an animal there, he's petting them

They're his new best friend, and literally no one else matters

But if you're dating him

He will not let you off the couch

His arms are around you and they're not going anywhere

If he's couch locked so are you

You're gonna watch this movie together

Or listen to your friends carry on conversation

But unless there's an emergency

Neither of you are getting up until tomorrow

Jungkook

A lot like Jin

Pure chaos

He's up and moving

Probably trying to pick fights with people

Just being an annoying little shit

Just so he can have an excuse to suplex someone

and he's laughing hysterically the whole time

Will do anything to avoid being serious

Would 100% go bowling and still somehow get a perfect score

But he's only doing trick shots

Like he's doing the absolute most

Will start dancing

No music playing?

That's fine, it's just the choreo to "That That"

And he's not particularly hungry

But if he starts eating

He's not stopping until he's comatose

And it doesn't matter what he's eating

It's the best thing he's ever eaten

And he will express this using his entire body

While dating you

He's trying to get you annoyed enough to swing on him

Just so he can pick you up and throw you over his shoulder

And you're not getting down anytime soon

In fact

The more you complain

The longer you're staying up there

But once he's calmed down

And you're eating

He's gonna feed you everything he eats

Because it's all just so good

And you have to experience it too

And after the food coma sets in

It's nap time

And there's no getting out of cuddling with him until he falls asleep

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boxwinebaddie · 9 months

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Uncle Nina Peppermint, I am sorry tumblr 'Got' you. But I was reading through your HCs and it got me thinking about when you talked about when Style is finally dating and Stan getting StanBanned for flirting with Kyle while he's studying...Do you have an example? Eyes Emoji...It can be spicy...

ohhhhh my god. thank you for your condolences, i'm crying! you know what i was in jail so i also put stan in jail lmaoooooo. which brings me to...yes absolutely. i doooooo have an example. this ask was so iconic i, like, kind of started to write a one shot about it, but then i got lazy and remembered i have to answer my comments and start writing thirteen, so you can have like four paragraphs of fleshed out writing and like a million skeleton lines of dialogue. it's not that spicy like literally pep!stan and kyle are in the trenches of horny jail for their indecent thoughts in every chapter like every four lines so it's like not worse than that but it's under a read more anyways.

also honestly...bless you. i was like man i hate when the boys are miserable and dying this sucks so bad, so anytime i can write them being happy and in love is like...so peaceful. stan tho...is really annoying. i would also stan ban that bitch! banished to the shadHOE realm! but here is this, it's something and nothing, i hope you laugh.

“Stan, I’m TRYING to study!”

Kyle complained as he strained his eyes trying to still the words printed across the pages of the math textbook he was holding up to his face which were now jumping all over the place due to his super best boyfriend using the bottom of said math textbook as a school-supplied skate park for Kyle’s eraser...

...Which he was using as a Tech Deck.

“Well, you’re not doing a very good job.” Stan shot back after doing a sick synthetic rubber kickflip that was so obnoxious it caused page 159 to turn involuntarily, aggravating Kyle to no end.

“And just whose fault is that, exactly?” Kyle interrogated hotly, narrowing his emerald eyes at Stan, whose lovely, very distractingly perfect head was in his lap and was feigning total innocence like Kyle had raised an absolutely ridiculous accusation against him.

He gasped and clasped a hand over his chest, totally aghast.

Kyle groaned.

“I’m sooooo helpful! Like if you drop your big, dumb, heavy nerd boy textbook, I’ll break its fall with my face and it won’t hurt your lap at all! I’m holding your e r a s e r! And—ANNNND!”

Stan had started to protest as he ducked under the arm of the annoyed boy, pulling himself into a sitting position before leaning up towards Kyle’s cheek and blowing a warm, minty jet of air at it, which left an guilty, culpable line of blush where Stan’s breath had kissed his skin.

“You had an eyelash.” He stated with far too much pride and excitement before his brow furrowed at a sudden realization. “Wait. FUCK. You didn’t make a wish.”

Stan nudged Kyle with his elbow urgently, like it was of the utmost importance he did so.

“Hurry up! Go make your wish, dummy!” He pestered and persisted.

“I wish you would stop annoying me while I am studying.” Kyle deadpanned.

Which was fine because Stan’s voice bore all the animation and energy needed to carry the both of them as he stuck his tongue out at his boyfriend, mocking him childishly.

Note: It’s all fun and games falling madly in love with your best friend, the boy next door, and seemingly most flawless person on Earth until you realize that in doing so you were blind to a very incriminating and important piece of evidence…

That being that he’s extremely fucking annoying.

Yes, unfortunately, Stanley Marsh was a living, breathing testament to the fact that a person’s physical beauty, does not counteract how absolutely annoying they can be. Actually, Kyle Broflovski had no scientific evidence to back up this claim, but having dated his best friend for two months, he was certain that somehow the more absolutely radiant you were, the more irritating you were. Because Stanley Marsh was very, very radiant and very, very, very irritating.

“Haha! You’re supposed to make your wish silently! If you say it out loud it won’t come true!”

“You didn’t—“

Kyle started to argue before biting his tongue and swallowing back an argument that he literally did not have time to be having right now as he painstakingly slid his glasses down the bridge of his nose and aggressively scrubbed the circular lenses of the unsightly, practically prehistoric looking things, now all fogged up by the bewitching, breathtaking peppermint breeze that had escaped between said radiant, irritating boy’s lips

…which he was trying very hard not to think about.

That was very difficult to do, of course, when the side of your face was being poked violently a million times by a badly painted, black Hot Topic polished index finger and your name was being called over and over again with the firing rate of a machine gun that sounded something like:

“Ky! Kyle! Kyle! KylekylekyleKYLEKYLEKYL—“

His head whipped around like he was swinging a battle-axe.

“W H A T !?”

Stan placed his head on the slope of Kyle’s shoulder and looked up at him through his eyelashes, which were very long and darkened with the smoky residues of emo boy eyeliner. Kyle held his breath, attempting aloof detachment, as Stan bat the alluring, accursed things at him several times and, as if the unsheathing of Kyle’s one true Kryptonite was not evil enough, Stan also pouted at him.

Fucking hell.

“I’m bored. Pay attention to me.” Which he tried unsuccessfully to steal as he lurched forward with his lips pursed hoping to connect with some cherry-flavored chapstick only for Kyle to jerk his head away at the last second with his eyes wide, using his textbook as an Anti-Sexy, Spearmint Stan Marsh shield.

“I’M STUDYING!” Kyle shouted, but it was more like a squeak as he attempted ( also unsuccessfully ) to shoo Stan away who had dramatically exclaimed,

“I’M STUD-D Y I N G!”

After throwing a tanned, ringed Stan-Hand over his eyes like the world was so cruel and horrible. “I cannot beeeeelieve you would rather learn about Progagility than makeout!”

“It’s probability. But…that was a really good guess. The b’s do look g’s, just flipped. I’m proud of you. That was a tough one.”

He reassured with rare softness as he placed a tiny kiss on Stan’s nose. To which, Stan beamed at him, totally besotted. He earned it.

“It measures the likelihood of a certain event to occur.”

“And what is the likelihood of you putting that textbook down and sticking your tongue down my throat instead?”

“Highly unlikely. Actually less likely because you said it like that. Ew.”

"Oh yeah? We'll see about that."

"What do you mea--"

“Kairu~”

“Mmm. Hey. HEY. No. NO. Stan, absolutely NO Japanese.”

“K i s u s h i t e ?”

“Okay, fuck you! Listen…I really…I REALLY didn’t want to do this, but…”

“Stanley Randall William Marsh…”

“Ew, Ky, don’t Government Name me in that voice…”

“Due to the, however, very attractive, but damning body of evidence levied against you…By the power vested in me…”

"Waitwaitwait! Pleeeeease don—“

“I’m sentencing you to Super Best Boyfriend Jail.”

“NO WAY! AGAIN?! On what GROUNDS, Counsellor Broflovski?”

“Sexual Harassment.” “And Theft.” “That’s my favorite sweater, Klepto.”

“Hmm. I think I could get those charges dropped.” “Drop your pa--”

“ATTEMPTED SOLICITATION OF PROSTITUTION.”

“Woooooooow! I’m a prostitute!? Okay, just because I’m not a ~Prospective Prosecutor~…does not mean I’m not a professional. I’m Very Professional!…A….uh…PUNDIT, even!”

“Stan, while it is very sexy when you use your SAT words correctly…Motion denied.”

Stan made a very obscene hand gesture to Kyle’s visible distress. “ALL KINDS.”

“Ugggggggh. This is so whack, K.P! You know I hate SBF Jail! You have to wear your own clothes, no one lets you be the little spoon and everyone is so nice to you! It’s awful! No one makes fun of your hair. No one wants to kill you. No one gets mad at you for biting them all the time or staring at their ass too much in public. I hate it here!

Bail me out?”

“N o p e.” “And don’t worry, I still want to kill you.”

“And do you threaten the violent murders of all the boys who you have secret, deep seated, pent up sexual frustration towards or am I extra special?”

“Stan…”

“...Kyle?”

“Bro…”

“...Babe?”

“Go home.”

“Woooooooow. It’s because you hate me, huh?”

“Oh my god. Stan, will you PLEASE jus--”

“No, no! It’s okay! I get it! I’m just h e a r t b r o k e n. Why would you date me if you hate me so much?! Huh, Kyle! Pretty cruel, dont’cha, think? Sigh. That’s alright. I guess I’ll go lie in the street…where I belong, you know…With the other H O O K E R S! Attempting to solicit prostitution for one measly very cherry chapstick kiss! From my super mean, super WORST boyfriend who would rather do stupid MATH than m--”

“Don’t drown in a river of your own tears, Ophelia.” “That does NOT mean O-feel-me-up, Harlot! Ugh! You’re unbelievable.”

“But…If…” “IF you can wait here q u i e t l y while I finish taking my notes. The probability of making out will drastically increase…And I will consider…”

“Consider letting you out of Super Best Boyfriend Jail…on good behavior. Can you do that?”

“I can do that.”

“Okay, I’m holding you to it.”

“Now, before I change my mind…”

“Sit on my lap and hold my e r a s e r.”

Narrator VC: Kyle did not finish taking his notes.

#UNCLE NINA PEPPERMINT IS SO REAL IM CHANGING MY LEGAL NAME #something abt kyle spending like 12 years being like wow stan is so perfect pls date me #and then it happens and hes like wait nevermind what the fuck HES SO ANNOYING #is so deeply funny to me like ur honor they are in love also theyre so cute i love them #kyle: im going to kill u // stan: ooooooh u wanna kiss me so bad #smh #embarrassing #he does wanna kiss him so bad hes such a liar omg #maybe one day ill finish it hsalkdhad #also oh my god stan is so unserious like oh my gooooood tw for dramatic ass bisexual boy energy like relax #they cast stan as lead in the school musical bc of this behavior

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