#do i actually want to date him or do i love him strictly platonically

[anxiousnerdwritings]

I am going FERAL over this imagine:

So basically Bruce brings reader home to be his new daughter/the boys' new sibling but Uh Oh! They now want you carnally and reader is just like "you said you wanted me as a daughter/sibling, wtf is this" and being their platonic darling is better than being shared between them romantically so reader tries to come off as innocent and child/sibling coded by being like "yeah I've never actually kissed or dated anyone before aren't I just so innocent" and the boys are like :)))

So then Dick says you can call him your boyfriend "just to feel it out" and Tim starts blatantly stealing your panties and Jason says he can give you your 1st kiss so you can "practice" with him and Bruce offers to teach you how to touch yourself and (and him) and when you try to walk it back cause the boys are being Freaks they're in their delulu era so eventually you end up tied to the bed with the boys and Bruce drawing straws over who gets to take what 1sts (like 1st date, kiss, virginity, ect).

And Damien is just in the background absolutely SEETHING cause the the boys and Bruce's Horny Time keeps interrupting his Mommy Time with the reader

And reader using Damien as kind of a shield cause what are they going to do, feel you up in front of a CHILD? Like just, "Stay Platonic :))"

Just that kind of pseudo incest makes me Feel Things (*/∀＼*)(///∇///)

I'd love your thoughts/a fic based on this! Ty ❤️

TW: Brief mentions of pseudo incest(y) scenarios/behavior, manipulative tactics, yandere tendencies

(Okay so I’ll answer this with my thoughts for right now.)

I know I primarily write incest(y) related topics for my Game of Thrones/ASOIAF stuff but I have been tempted to/curious about branching it out into some of the other fandoms I write for 👀. (I’ve had a few ideas rolling around in my noggin for a bit if anyone is interested.) So I would be willing to give this a try. I’m down to experiment with some new stuff, within reason of course.

I imagine the Reader being older (probably 19-23), maybe even having been a runaway of sorts or not having a very stable home life, so when they’re given the ‘offer’ to become part of the family they’re looking to fulfill a familial void they’ve never experienced or have forgotten how it’s felt like. I definitely see Bruce and the rest of the boys keeping a very close eye on the Reader before they decide to finally bring them into their family, basically full on stalking them from the moment they caught their attention (you know how the Batfam works). It wouldn’t be a surprise if even before the Reader was with them physically that the boys developed a more carnal desire for them. At first, their intentions were completely platonic, but with all the lengthy observing and information gathering of their supposed-to-be-new-family-member eventually something changed in how they all saw their darling.

I really see the change in their obsession starting with either Dick or Tim first. Especially regarding some accidental or purposeful peeping Tom foolery. I feel like Bruce would be the last to fall victim to the change in direction or at the very least he’s the last one to admit to it. If Damian is younger than I see his obsession staying strictly platonic, but if he were much older than I could see him involving himself to the same depths as his family.

At first, I see things happening subtly. Knowing that at the very least a few of them are already in an obsessive-romantic headspace in regards to their darling before they even physically become part of the family the guys would try to be as welcoming as possible without revealing their true intentions. They don’t want to scare you off right away, they want you to walk into it semi-willingly at least. But the interactions with the Reader would show something else. The lingering touches, the being much closer to you than really necessary, the heated grazes over your clothes here and there that leave you wondering if that actually happened or not. I also kind of like the other members not being fully aware of each other’s change in obsession, everyone giving each other the side eye until it sets in and then all out war of who gets the darling to themself unfolds only to eventually end up with them working together and agreeing to share. That’s when Bruce’s heel-turn is revealed.

Once things get truly amped up, the interactions with the Reader really begin to escalate. The boys would walk around shirtless more often, all of them trying to get their darling to look at them, to really look at them. Eventually, it’s not just them being shitless but either them in nothing but their underwear or nothing at all. They start out as accidents but eventually it’s pretty loud and clear that the guys want you to see them, all of them, to even touch them and feel them to your hearts content. But thats not all, of course it’s not. The touching of their darling only gets all the more intense, to the point that you know damn well that they’re touching you and they want to leave you wanting for more. So much more. The Reader’s innocence and lack of experience would only spur them on even more. They absolutely thrive off of it. They all want to be your first, your first everything. There will be a lot of secret ‘lessons’ being given behind closed doors and telling of “Don’t tell Batdaddy or he’ll get real mad.” “Don’t let Jay know, or he’ll want to punish you for not doing this with him.” “Let this be our secret, (Name). Something just for you and me.” “Can’t tell anyone about this or they’ll ruin it for the both of us.” And they only get even worse from there.

I can’t see Alfred being okay with this in any situation, whatsoever. I think he especially would feel like Bruce and the other boys completely took advantage of the Reader and he would try his best to aid them in trying to keep up with the platonic intention of this entire fiasco. He would be a total cockblock, even going as far as helping Damian in his cockblocking endeavors. Alfred’s intention would be to play both sides so he knows how to help the Reader when it comes to Bruce and the others but it wouldn’t take too long for them to figure out that Alfred is working against them. Like, Alfred was all for the familial-platonic obsession but when things started getting more romantic he was ready to shut that shit down ASAP. You can’t tell me he hasn’t, at least a few times, locked Bruce, Dick, Jason, and Tim out of the house to give the Reader some peace and give Damian his much deserved allotted time with them.

Speaking of Damian, he is a menace (as per usual) but even more so than normal. He really doesn’t take too well to the new direction of his father’s and brothers’ obsession for the Reader. He thinks it’s pretty messed up but he sincerely likes and cares about the Reader and he wants them to stay, he wants them to continue being a part of the family forever so he’ll let some things slide. Some. He even may be willing to look the other way when it eventually comes to Bruce, Dick, Jason, and Tim baby-trapping the Reader if it means this whole ‘family’ thing becomes set in stone with the arrival of a new ‘sibling’. But for the most part, at least early on, Damian would be a huge pain in the ass for the other family members. He feels like he needs to step in to save his darling from the others and their ulterior motives. He’s all his parental/older sibling figure needs, at least at that point. He may even try to runaway with them to keep them safe from the others. Hell, he may even get his mother involved if he was desperate enough, especially if he saw the Reader as a parental figure. Or maybe even another Justice League member to either adopt him and the Reader so that he could have that family experience he was promised with the Reader. Or he would be completely content just living the rest of his life just him and the Reader, platonically of course.

It would either take Bruce or Dick to have a talk with Damian to get him to come to some agreement to allow them to continue with what they’re doing in regards to the Reader. I think Dick would get away with manipulating Damian much better than Bruce could. I think Damian would have some opinions about his father especially throughout this whole situation. Especially since I see Damian being very observant of how Dick, Jason and Tim are behaving towards the Reader early on and picking up on the fuckery taking place, even going as far as telling Bruce about it under the belief his father would be on his side (not ever fathoming the idea of his father also doing similar things to the Reader without him ever knowing). As far as Damian knew his father was completely platonic towards the Reader, as a ‘father’ should be. Right? So understandably Damian feels not only betrayed but also disgusted when he finds out that his father was and still is taking part in, acting in a similarly depraved fashion as the others.

Eventually, I could see them coming together and being one big ‘happy’ family. But it sure as hell comes at a price. (Usually the Reader’s freedom and sense of self outside of the obsession they’ve been dragged into, to drown in alongside their yandere(s).)

[sister-juniper]

Reciprocated Feelings (Terzo x GN Reader)

⋆˙⟡ Fluff with some sexual references ✮⋆˙

Summary: You and Terzo are friends with benefits, but you had developed romantic feelings. Unbeknownst to you, Terzo feels the same.

☆ Word Count: 1446 ☆

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You and Papa Terzo had been fooling around for quite some time, a few months to be exact.

It all began during one of his sermons, you were sitting in the front row, right in Terzo's line of sight. He noticed you gazing lustfully at him. You see, Terzo had a knack for being able to read people, especially through their eyes. He could tell the intention behind that look you gave him by simply studying your eyes for a few seconds.

In return, he shot you the same stare, which caught you off guard. The entire rest of that sermon was spent with you getting more and more desperate, while you and Terzo practically eye-fucked each other.

An hour after all of that began, the sermon ended, and the entirety of the congregation filed out of the main hall and into the dining hall. You however, chose to stick around a few extra minutes. This proved to be a great decision, as Terzo did the exact same. As soon as the two of you were given some space, he was able to whisk you away to the privacy of his quarters. That was the first time of many when you two did anything.

From the start, your relationship had been strictly sexual and platonic. No romance or exclusivity involved. One would message the other when in need of some sexual favors, and the other would show up at the other's room a few minutes later. You two would do it, and then part ways once again.

Of course, Terzo had others, he was Papa Emeritus of course. You were not the only one he lusted after, and you knew this. You played along with his act, you acted okay with it, and you hid how you felt internally. You would rather have him like this than not have him at all. 

You tried to give the impression to him that you had others as well. You didn't want to look too "needy". In reality, nobody else really interested you in that manner like Terzo did. The only person who you wanted to touch you was him. You didn't care to invite any other siblings or ghouls into your bed. Your body would only enjoy the touch of Terzo.

He knew how to please you, he could play your body like a game of chess, but most importantly, he was the one you fancied. He was your type.

Each time the two of you finished doing it, after you parted ways, you wondered what it would be like if he stayed just a bit longer. If he stayed to coax you to sleep, run his fingers through your hair, and whisper sweet nothings into your ear. You began to crave that, but still, that never happened.

At first, you brushed your feelings to the side. You ignored your heart gnawing at you. After all, there wasn't much you could do or say. You felt like Terzo was the one calling the shots, and you were just another sibling of sin. 

But after a few months of this, it was getting too intense. Every single time the two of you did things, you held back so hard from letting an "I love you" slip out of your mouth. Every single time, you could barely save yourself from asking "could you stay a little while longer?" as Terzo was putting his shoes on to leave. 

You began to realize what you felt would eventually slip out. It got harder and harder to hide it each time. It was only a matter of time before the confession left your lips.

You decided to put together a plan, a plan to ask him out on a date. You decided you would rather risk losing the sexual encounters, instead of just continuing on like this. You couldn't do it anymore.

Your plan was fairly simple, but also quite cute. You would go to a flower shop, buy a bouquet of purple lilac flowers, and show up at his office to ask. You knew Terzo would love those flowers, as he usually kept a vase of them on his desk. You were only about 50% sure of this actually working in your favor, but you chose to go along with it anyways.

The next morning, you went to your usual services, did your daily chores, and then when you finally had a few hours of free time, you took the bus down to the flower shop.

Something that you thought was odd however, was Terzo's absence during the daily sermon. Instead, it was his younger brother, Cardinal Copia, who took over. It made you a bit anxious, but you chose to shrug it off as him just being busy with something.

You bought the flowers, and got back on the bus with a sense of hopefulness. Maybe this would work out, you prayed to Satan that it would. Still, you had to be realistic, and were also mentally preparing yourself for the worst to happen.

You arrived back at the Ministry, and rushed upstairs to your room to do a few things first. You had to be quick, as dinner time is soon, and Terzo would not be in his office during that time. You made it to your room, applied a bit of makeup, sprayed on some of your best perfume, fixed your habit a little bit, and then you were ready to go.

You took a deep breath, clutched the flowers in your hands, and started walking down the corridor to Terzo's office. Quickly, of course.

You had turned the final corner to his office, when you suddenly collided with something. You panicked and reached down to pick up the flowers, before looking up and realizing who you just bumped into. It was Terzo.

He too was picking up a bouquet of flowers off of the floor, black dahlias, and looked a little flustered.

"O-oh hi Terzo. Im so sorry I wasn't looking where I was going"

You stared at him, wide-eyed, feeling the blush began to creep onto your cheeks. This is not how you wanted this to go, and why did he have flowers too?

"Ah tesoro, it is okay. Where are you off to in such a hurry?" Terzo said, seemingly equally as flustered.

"Oh uh..." you searched your brain for some sort of excuse, any kind of excuse, but you couldn't think of any. What other excuse would there be to you rushing in the direction of his office holding his favorite flowers? "I was coming to see you."

You bit the inside of your cheek as you waited for him to respond. He looked at you, then the flowers, then back at you again.

"Coming to see me? With that beautiful bouquet?"

You nodded and looked away with embarrassment.

"Well uh, actually tesoro, I was headed to do the same."

You looked back up at him and studied his face. He had a small smile, and you could see a little blush under his paints, and wait a minute... he was holding black dahlias. Your favorite flowers.

"W-wait... you were coming to give me those?" You questioned as you pointed to the bouquet.

He nodded "Sí, and you were coming to give me those?" he questioned while pointing to the flowers you held.

You nodded. "I actually got these for a reason you know..." you said as you trailed off

"What reason is that, cara mia?"

"I wanted to ask you on a date."

Terzo smiled warmly and stepped a little closer. "I was coming to do the exact same thing."

You looked at him in bewilderment. "You were??"

"Sí, that is why I wasn't at the sermon this morning. I was out buying these" He said in reference to the flowers

You smiled a wide smile as he handed you the beautiful arrangement of flowers. You took it from him, and handed him the purple lilac's in return.

"How did you know black dahlia's are my favorite?"

"I took a guess, I saw them in your room. How did you know I like purple lilacs?"

"I also saw them in your room" You said with a giggle

"Ah well, we are both quite observant aren't we?"

You nodded with a smile and a small "mhm"

"Well... what do you say to that date tesoro? You free this Friday night?"

You perked up and nodded enthusiastically "Yes, I am free"

"Perfetta. I will pick you up from your room at 6 p.m."

"I will be ready"

Terzo smiles at you "I can't wait"

The two of you share a kiss and part ways. As soon as you get back to your room, you place the gorgeous bouquet in a vase full of water. Terzo does the same in his office. You can't believe that just happened, but you are overjoyed to say the least. 

He feels the same as you do. 

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[homunculus-argument]

I'm pretty sure I've made a post about this exact specific thing before, but I'm going to type this out anyway, because I can't get over how Tove Jansson's work depicts masculinity, and the idea of gender in general.

While she was - and still 100% is - absolutely a wlw icon (being the first woman to bring a same-sex date to Finland's annual independence day ball in the Presidental Palace), and her work doesn't focus on men or masculinity, she had no resentment towards the male sex as a whole. In her works, the male characters are mainly amusing creatures, up to their silly masculine antics that men are bound to do just the same as squirrels are bound to build their certain type of nests and migratory birds are bound to fly to the south for winter.

There are characters - whole species, in fact - that more or less represent people trying to perform their respective gender roles, like the Fillyjonk who manages to be a strictly normative Housewife without any mention of her having a husband, and the masculine counterpart of generally male hemulens. While there are both fillyjonks and hemulens that are happy being Traditionally Feminine and Traditionally Masculine, there's one short story of a fillyjonk who doesn't enjoy micro-managing an immaculate household, and another one of a hemulen who doesn't enjoy any traditionally masculine hobbies but tries to arbitrarily pick one anyway, because of societal expectations to have one.

But the thing is, the characters who don't fit into standard strict gender presentations are perfectly comfortable with themselves and neither they nor anyone else really gives a shit. Jansson was born in 1914, and it's remarkable how neutral the characters' depictions are to a modern eye. Being personally finnish and introduced to her works in a language that doesn't have gendered pronouns, I literally did not know what gender a few of the characters were before encountering their english or swedish descriptions with pronouns. And I never wondered whether they're supposed to be male or female. Hell, even the character representing the love of her life is depicted like this, and it never crossed my mind to wonder whether Too-Ticky is male or female. She's just Too-Ticky, who dispels wisdom.

But coming back to masculinity, the way Jansson depicts male characters and The Masculine Urge To Do Shit isn't depicted as either superior nor inferior to her female characters' ways of doing their own thing. Sure, men cause problems on purpose from time to time, but the narrative doesn't depict this as inherently bad any more than it is inherently good. The protagonist Moomintroll is a boy and does his best to perform some ideal of being manly, but it's depicted as a part of him trying to grow up. His father's misadventures in trying to be either a wildhearted Manly Adventurer or a Stable Provider For His Family - and the conflict between these two ideals - aren't depicted as bad things to want, or something he shouldn't want, but just an inherent part of being a man.

The protagonist's girlfriend Snorkmaiden is depicted as vain and frivolous as much as she is kind and loving, but her girlish silliness and genuinely kind heart aren't depicted as being contradictory to each other, it's just who she is as a person. The protagonist's mother, Moominmamma, is the platonic ideal of a loving and patient mother and wife, and The moomins' TvTropes page actually goes as far as describing her as fitting the definition of the platonic ideal of the perfect traditional japanese woman, being gentle, loving and hospitable, but strong and unhesitant to protect her family. She doesn't humour her husband's whims out of some schooled and practiced dedication to the role of feminine submissiveness, she puts up with his stupid shit because she loves him.

Tove Jansson was a splendid woman and her work and art are rightfully one of Finland's proudest gifts to the world, and whether she was gay or bisexual, it clearly shines through her work how as much as she loved women, she didn't dislike men. The Masculine Urge To Do Shit is aknowledged with a jovial shrug: "Yeah, they do that sometimes."

[hanichani]

Pairing: han x gn!reader, han x lee know, slight lee know x gn!reader

Genre: fluff, suggestive

Summary: being besties with hanji apparently entails a lot more than just friendship

Warnings: complicated relationships i guess?, boy on boy action/relationship is mentioned but nothing explicit

Word count: 827, I really dk how to write long fics smh

a/n: I've been so inactive oh my god but oh well. merry christmas to anyone who celebrates <3 here's a little hannie/minsung drabble. hope you liiiike it!

best friend hannie who's not really your best friend.

8:34pm ji: SOS

8:34pm ji: HELP ME

8:36pm ji: HELLO EARTH TO Y/N I NEED U

8:39pm ji: cmon i neeeeeeed u

8:40pm y/nn: r u dying

8:40pm y/nn: if not then leave me alone, im busy

8:41pm ji: but min is busy too >:(

8:41pm ji: and i am dying actually

8:43pm y/nn: no ur just a fucking horndog

8:43pm y/nn: text one of ur other hookups

8:44pm ji: but no one does it like you :(((

8:44pm y/nn: ur full of shit

8:45pm ji: u love it ;)))

8:47pm y/nn: ugh

8:47pm ji: soooo?

8:50pm y/nn: omw

you sigh, feeling annoyed but whenever he says, you’re always there to help him and you don’t even mind being one of the many because you know that jisung is a whore and nothing is going to change that. besides, you’re best friends, he’ll always put you above meaningless hookups (if he’s not too horny and thinking with his dick). the only person he won’t put you above is minho, let’s face it, he’s head over heels and simply too scared to have a proper conversation with him about it. but also, you think he’s scared that if they made it official, he would have to stop getting physical with you which is a close second to minho and he does not want to risk that.

you don’t mind it. to be honest, the thought of the two attractive men being together does something to you. and even when they’re not doing anything sexual, they make your heart swell. they could be cuddling on the couch when you come over and all you can do is scream on the inside because they look so soft and adorable together. holding each other close, their fingers intertwined while minho teases jisung by letting go of his hand every now and then and then both of them staring at their fingers brushing against each other in slow motion when they connect them again. they should get married. safe to say you’re their number one shipper.

so maybe that’s why it’s so natural for you and jisung to fuck around. you love him and he loves you but you both know it’s strictly platonic, right? jisung could be giving you head and muttering about how minho held his hand in public the other day and how that’s definitely a good sign to which you can only respond with loud sighs and nods of acknowledgment that jisung can’t see anyways.

another time, you could be riding jisung, discussing the outcomes of jisung actually confessing to minho. it’s just a casual conversation between friends…while they’re fucking.

and you're not bothered by it because minho is a very attractive man so thinking about him during sex only gets you going more.

sometimes it spirals into jisung talking about how you should definitely try having a threesome and that’s where the lines blur for you because no way would jisung ever let you do anything with minho. he’s way too possessive over the man and it makes you think that jisung has to have some sort of feelings for you to even think about that. but that thought is gone the next time you’re hanging out at his dorm and he charges in, holding the hand of an unknown girl, heading straight into his bedroom.

so yea, best friend jisung who strangers think you’re dating because they don’t know you two that well (they also think he’s dating minho which leads to them thinking the three of you are a poly couple).

best friend jisung who starts making out with you just because he’s had a long day and wants to take his mind off of it. best friend jisung who slides his hands under your tshirt on the daily “because he’s cold”… while he’s just horny. best friend jisung who plays matchmaker, trying to hook you up with his members only to fuck you senseless later that evening.

best friend jisung who coos at you whenever you get sleepy in his arms and thinks he could eat you up right then and there. best friend jisung who kisses you awake after a night spent together, peppering kisses all over your face.

best friend jisung who thinks about what it would be like if you joined him and minho in bed. best friend jisung who has thought about what it would be like to call both you and minho his. best friend jisung who has the exact same relationship with minho as he does with you. and best friend jisung who does not know how to confess to either of you so he plays it off as having platonic relationships with both you and minho while gushing to min about you and vice versa. best friend jisung who is in love with both of his best friends and does not know what the fuck to do.

[piratefalls]

once again a mix of oldies, goodies, and oldies but goodies, because apparently my brain decided to start treating fic the way i do books: collect them and forget to read them.

masterlist.

all we are is skin and bones by IndestructibleHeart

Alex didn't plan to push Henry Fox into oncoming traffic.

Amigos y Migas by floatingaway4

“Christ, how is this so good? It’s like magic and science and...and I don’t even know what else.” Henry moans as he swallows another bite. “How the fuck does he do this? And how does he do it in a truck the size of our walk-in freezer?” Pez leans back against the wall. “Are you eating that or getting turned on by it, Henners?” Henry rolls his eyes, even as he tries to glare at his head sommelier. “Can’t I do both?” The sauce drips down his wrist and he shamelessly licks it off.

silk and steel by teacupivy

Thanks to a welcome day off, Henry and Alex spend a lazy morning in bed. Soft, mid-morning cuddles escalate into semi-soft, mid-morning sex.

Never Truly Leave by clottedcreamfudge

"We found something in Arthur's things," Catherine says, without any preamble. "I've never really... gone through his personal effects properly, until now. It's been rather too difficult for me to face." Alex nods. ... "I found something for Henry, but it's... Well, it's actually for you." Alex blinks at her.

Date night (it's a tie) by TheAmberFox

“So here’s what’s going to happen, sweetheart. I want you to strip out of these clothes and get on the bed, so I can tie you to our headboard with both our stupidly boring ties and make you come until you can’t any more. Would you be amiable?”

religion's in your lips (even if it's a false god) by coffeecatsme

“You seriously never heard of Henry?” Alex feels defensive. “Should I have?” he asks, and the guy stares at him for another second before a laugh escapes his lips. “Well, rumor has it he’s turned multiple people here gay.” Or, 5 times Henry brings a guy home and 1 time he doesn't have to. Or, Henry is a rumored sex god, Alex is his roommate, and he's jealous of everyone Henry brings through the front door.

Race You to Forever by allmylovesatonce

Alex comes up with the perfect proposal idea: He and Henry should compete for it. Henry is less than enthused, but agrees anyway. Neither of them could predict the strange things that happen when they're competing for who gets to propose to the other.

a rich and complex tapestry by everwitch

When Alex first hooks up with Henry, he's expecting a fun one-night-stand and maybe the occasional booty call. He does not expect to get so completely pulled into Henry’s orbit that it forces him to reevaluate everything he thought he knew about his sexuality. And he's not sure if it makes it better, or way worse, that Henry is actually a professional at all this stuff — what are the odds that Alex would hook up with the one guy on campus who hosts his own radio show about sex? 'Sleeping With Henry' is about to gain one devoted listener.

I fall to pieces when I'm with you by viciouslyqueer

If once is an accident, and twice is a coincidence, when it happens a third time Henry really starts to think about it. — Three times Alex doesn't want Henry to touch him and one time he understands why.

I must tell you what you will not ask by lizzie_bennetdarcy

Henry's lower lip wobbles, and a fresh tear rolls down his cheek. Alex watches it track down to his chin, and wonders if Henry would mind him wiping it away. “I really was looking forward to seeing them.” Another tear escapes, and this time Alex can't help but lean forward and brush it away with his thumb. Henry's breath catches, and he looks at Alex, wearing an expression he can't quite parse. “Come home with me,” Alex blurts out. Henry's plans for Christmas fall through, so Alex invites him home for the holidays. They're best friends, strictly platonic roommates, so why does everyone think they're dating?

love me long, be my sunlight by weather_stained

“What is it, then?” Henry asks. Alex glances up at him, and there’s laughter in his big brown eyes. “It’s porn,” he says gleefully. “In your handwriting.” While unpacking their office together, Alex comes across some very explicit Star Wars fanfiction written by none other than HRH Prince Henry himself.

we might just get away with it by smc_27

Henry is the most gorgeous man Alex has ever seen. And Alex has seen a lot of gorgeous men. He’s a fucking model. “This is Henry Fox-Mountchristen,” Prada’s current PR lead says, and Alex smiles and pushes his hand out. “He’s a journalist covering the merger.” Alex doesn’t know what merger or what it would have to do with Paris Fashion Week. But he does know that Henry holding a glass of champagne as he shakes Alex’s hand is maybe the sexiest thing ever, and there is just no explanation for that. “Hi. I’m Alex.” Henry says, “I know,” and then does this weird, forced smile at Bianca and walks away. Alex doesn’t know how to like, not be completely obsessed with things he wants. OR, Alex is a model. Henry is a journalist, and a bit of an asshole. Alex wants him anyway, even when it doesn’t feel good.

Someone Special by bleedingballroomfloor

"That was Shaan," Henry explains as Alex snuggles closer to him, pressing his nose to his neck. "The blizzard hit early, apparently. Too risky to fly." "So Christmas here?" Alex says in that sleepy drawl of his that Henry will never get tired of. "Fuckin' sweet."

Because I'm A Scoundrel by inexplicablymine

Alex Claremont-Diaz has exactly thirty minutes to make himself look as slutty as possible for this Halloween Gala. At this very moment he looks a little bit like a sexed up pirate, but with the addition of his small black vest - rest in peace to the Patagonia packers and finance brethren- and a low slung belt with a “blaster,” a very sex-on-legs Han Solo is looking back at him. Henry Fox, who is both a double scull rower with enough Olympic medals it would make anyone other than Alex sweat, and the definitive arch nemesis of Alex - is wearing a white sylvette Princess Leia costume, hugging his curves in all the right ways, the clingy fabric draping to the floor. When you and your arch nemesis show up to the most important gala of the year in a couples costume you either play it up or shut it down. Alex has a decision to make, but the way that dress is hugging Henry’s ass isn’t making that decision any easier.

the super sick(s) by cricketnationrise

Super Six snowed in at the brownstone.

two is better than one by rizcriz

Henry swallows. “You were going to propose to me tonight?” Alex nods. “I still am,” He says, throwing his hands out at his sides. “If I can find the damn ring.” “Right. But,” Henry reaches into his pocket and pulls the ring out of his pocket that he’d quite literally just picked up from the jeweler. “I was going to propose to you tonight.” He holds the ring box up between them. -- Or, Alex and Henry both want to propose.

every tale condemns me for a villain by tintagel

Alex Diaz is one of the worst villains to have come out of reality TV in a while. Just Henry's luck that he's doing a signing for his new autobiography at the bookshop. But it's tough to hate someone when you only see what's been edited together.

Oxidation by Thee_Maxwell

“Well, Alex–” and yep. Yeah. Yeah. His name sounds as nice in Henry’s mouth as he hoped it would. His vowels are open, wide, but he doesn’t hesitate when saying it. It comes out like he knows Alex, like he’s known Alex. He goes a little warmer at the thought, and if he were doing anything other than flirting with a very pretty boy, Alex would blame it solely on the alcohol. “–I’ve got to ask. Is there more to the getup?” That catches him off-guard, and he’s not entirely sure what Henry means, so he tilts his head like a dog watching something that interests him. Henry huffs out a laugh, but clarifies, “Perhaps I’m mistaken. The uh, the hanky. Cowboy, yeah?”

blushing ears and bleeding hearts by kill8a

The man is gorgeous. Like, objectively. Long legs and wide shoulders and wavy blonde hair, cheekbones sculpted from marble, black pressed slacks and a robin egg blue button down, expensive loafers on his feet and a nametag pinned on his shirt… Alex doesn’t understand how someone can walk out of the house and just look like that. or, alex meets henry while studying in the library and is immediately interested

when you know, you know by vibrantsaturn

With shaky hands, Henry pulls out the ring from the box, looking at Alex with tearful eyes that he adores so much. Asks, "Alex, darling, will you marry me?" Alex lets out a watery laugh, swiping an arm across his face to get rid of the rapidly falling tears. He kneels down to cup Henry's face and brushes his thumbs across his cheekbones softly. "Baby. Don't you remember?" Alex whispers, leaning their foreheads together. "We're already married."  or, Alex "marries" his best friend when he's six-years-old. It just takes some time for them to fall in love, but they get there.

if you take a life, do you know what you'll give? by anincompletelist

It would have been one thing had Alexander’s job description been simply to stay in his hotel room and operate the funds covertly, an exceedingly safe distance away from Henry and any of Le Chiffre’s men. As it is, they’d instructed Alex to play the part of Henry’s date for the night, subsequently granting him the access he’d need to the private cardroom within the casino in order to report back to headquarters the funds needed in the precise moment Henry would need them. It's too dangerous, and he knows it. Henry's had a lot of blood on his hands in this life, but he refuses to have Alex's as well.

Got a will to win and a Cheshire grin by @kiwiana-writes

Please find attached the list of collective bargaining agreement breaches reported by the Sports and Recreation Floor in December. As the designated union representative, it is my responsibility to ensure that the rights and interests of our members are protected and upheld, even (or maybe especially) during our busiest time of year. In accordance with the grievance procedure outlined in our collective bargaining agreement, we request that Santa’s Workshop takes immediate corrective action to remedy these breaches. Please set up a meeting at your earliest convenience to discuss these issues further and explore appropriate resolutions. Thank you for your immediate attention to this matter.

You're the Perfect Gift for Me by chamel

“Twenty-one-year-old Scotch,” the man says with a low whistle, looking more impressed than anything else. “Special occasion or just expensive taste?” Alex can’t stop his grimace. “Came up here to propose,” he says, even though this random stranger doesn’t need to hear his woes. “Found out my girlfriend’s getting back together with her high school sweetheart.” “Ouch,” the man replies, the word sounding slightly absurd in his rounded, posh accent. He looks at the bartender. “Leave the bottle.” (Dumped two days before Christmas by his girlfriend, Alex meets a British writer who's spending Christmas on his own in generic Tiny Town, USA, and together they discover something new to celebrate.)

the clementine thing by saintlynomenclature

And, really, it doesn’t matter whether or not Alex explains it to Liam and the rest of his friends. They’ve never really discussed it between themselves through the years. Slowly, Alex had gone from asking Would you please peel this for me? to Please? to silently extending the citrus without any comment at all, just a soft smile. It’s one of the things that make them Alex-and-Henry; the silent conversations and the contentment in each other’s company. Now, as Alex starts to flourish through his position on the lacrosse team, his slew of AP classes, and his role in student government, getting him to slow down at all is a feat. The only way that Henry can do it, guaranteed, is by one of those innocuous little fruits. There’s nothing Alex can’t do—surely, he could peel a fucking orange if he felt so inclined—but Henry delights in being able to do this for him. - Five times Henry shares a clementine with Alex, and one time Alex returns the favor

You're So Attractive; How Did That Happen by @sparklepocalypse

Henry is a big man. He’s tall — taller than either of his siblings and most of his cousins. His shoulders are broad. Years on horseback have helped him develop decent muscle mass. So when Alex storms into his life like a beautiful, infuriating tornado, Henry fully expects to continue feeling big. But Alex has ways of making Henry feel small, cherished, even precious. (Or, three things about Alex that make Henry feel wonderfully small, and one thing that doesn't.)

as always, if you want me to tag you for whatever reason just let me know. see you next week!

@starkfridays @stilesgivesmefeels

[froggibus]

Valentine's Day HCs - Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Duke Thomas, platonic! Damian Wayne

Includes: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Duke Thomas and platonic! Damian Wayne

Summary: how your fave batfam member would treat you on valentine's day

CW: gn! reader, some are a little ooc cause its my first time writing them, fluff and sweetness all around, dames is strictly platonic!!!

another part to my valentine's hcs!! if you guys enjoyed this, consider checking out some of the other ones!

Valentine's 2023 Masterlist

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Bruce Wayne:

probably one of the only nights you can actually convince him to take a break and pay attention to you

(read: Alfred would ground him for weeks if he forgot to do something nice for you)

leaves you a big gift box on your bed stuffed with fancy tissue paper and a little card 

it just says ‘wear me’ and when you unwrap it it’s a super formal outfit 

Bruce doesn’t tell you where he’s taking you until he shows up at your house in one of his cars, holding a dozen roses 

he ends up taking you to his private airstrip in Gotham 

he flies you to Monaco and takes you to a restaurant you always wanted to try!! 

and since you’re away from Gotham, the press isn’t even bothering you

after dinner, he takes you to a nice speakeasy for drinks and dessert 

he even turns his phone off so that he can focus on you 100%

you guys stay the night in a penthouse suite above Monaco 

“I know I don’t always have a lot of time for you, but I hope you know that I do really love you.”

Dick Grayson:

this man is CHEESY I’m sorry 

like he goes all out and he’s not even embarrassed about it 

probably asks you to be his Valentine in like a cute promposal-esque way

he’s somewhere between between Bruce and Jason on Valentine’s plans 

like he doesn’t want to go all out to all these fancy places, but he doesn’t want to just do a date at home 

so he ends up taking you ice skating!! 

(unrelated but I HC him as a really good figure skater)

holds your hands the whole time and does like some cutesy couples skate 

also he definitely shows off what a good skater he is and does some cool gymnastics moves 

after skating, you guys go through a walk through the park 

he takes you to get some yummy street food and hot chocolate too 

“Thanks for always sticking out the good and the bad with me, y/n. Whenever you’re with me, I feel like there’s nothing I can’t do.”

Jason Todd:

I feel like this man is secretly super romantic 

he doesn’t really like big crowds and don’t even get him started at fancy restaurants where the portion is way too small 

also he’s a big softie so he probably plans something super intimate for you guys

picks up a copy of his favourite book and annotates his favorite passages 

and writes little stories and things he loves about you in the margins 

he invites you over to his place to cook dinner for you

has a playlist of your favorite music playing while he cooks

definitely something super yummy and comforting!! 

he gives you the book after dinner while he waits for dessert to be done

you guys eat dessert and cuddle on the couch and talk about books and movies 

he would definitely dance with you in the living room too!

like cute dorky dancing where you stand on his feet and just kinda sway around the room 

“I’m pretty sure you know how I feel about people, but y/n? You make me think not everyone is so bad.”

Tim Drake:

he is definitely the type to not care about Valentine’s Day 

anytime someone brings it up he has to go on this tangent about how it’s not a real holiday 

however, if his partner cares about it, he can put his own feelings behind him and suck it up for the day

definitely stays up for several days trying to plan out a perfect for you guys

but since he’s so tired he ends up sleeping in past when he’s supposed to pick you up :((

you don’t mind tho because Tim sleeping is a gift in itself lmfao 

he scrambles to get ready and picks you up not much later than he was supposed to 

he takes you to a super cute video game cafe 

you guys get some yummy drinks and cute little heart shaped cookies and snacks 

and then you guys hop on the computers to play some games!! 

he probably plays some fun little coop games with you so that you can actually spend quality time together 

takes you home and you guys just relax on the couch and watch tv 

(Tim definitely watches Criminal Minds and relates a little too much to Spencer Reid)

“I know I said I don’t really care about Valentines and honestly I don’t but I know you do and I know it’s not a lot but I just really wanted to give you the date you deserve.”

Stephanie Brown:

this is HER holiday 

like it might as well be St Steph Day

she has MAJOR plans for the two of you

and she definitely asks you to her Valentine with this cute little homemade Valentine she made just for you

she brings her camera with new film because she’s going to take so many pictures!! 

probably coordinates her outfit to yours just so you guys look all cute and matching

she takes you to a light dinner first, probably like sushi or ramen or something 

and then you guys go to a special Valentines concert in the park!! 

of course Steph knows all the songs and all the choreography 

she dances all goofy and tries to get you to dance with her too! 

sends you copies of all the pictures she takes after and posts them on her Instagram with a cute caption like

“Best Valentine’s Date Ever!! y/n truly is the loml !”

Cassandra Cain: 

she’s probably never celebrated Valentines before

just never did as a kid and then never had any interest as an adult 

but you seem so excited about it that she wants to try 

she definitely goes to Steph and Barbara for advice on what to do for you

and of course her girls have her back!! 

she’s really shy when she asks you, but she decides to go the simple route and straight up asks 

she’s so relieved when you say yes!! 

she gets you a potted plant instead of flowers cause she doesn’t really get the point of getting you something that’ll die soon 

she packs you guys a really nice picnic and the two of you go for a hike by her favorite spot 

there’s a really nice waterfall up there and some dry rocks where she spreads out a picnic blanket 

the two of you snack on the food she brought and just chat 

you’re honestly really touched that she was thinking about you this Valentine’s Day and wanted to do something special for you 

“I know it’s not much, but it’s my first time celebrating and I really wanted to do something nice for you.”

Duke Thomas:

he’s super nervous to be celebrating your first valentines together

and knowing him he just has to make it perfect 

he’s probably had his dinner reservation for like a month at least 

picks up a bouquet of your favourite flowers too (bonus points cause he gets them from a local florist instead of a supermarket) 

spends hours and hours picking out the perfect outfit too

probably calls Steph and asks for her advice on his outfit, cologne, his gift for you etc. 

is at your house ready to pick you up super early 

waits as long as you need to get ready and his jaw DROPS when he sees you 

all flustered and shy and stumbles over his words while he tries to compliment you!!

he definitely relaxes a little on the way to the restaurant

by the time you’re eating, you guys are making easy conversation and by dessert he’s holding your hands across the table <3

insists you guys go for a walk after dinner to look at the stars !!

“so, how did I do? did I nail it?”

Damian Wayne:

he is a complete stranger to the concept of Valentines 

And much like Tim he simply does not care 

however his teacher makes them make little mail boxes in school and teaches them about the history of the holiday 

and he gets a bit of a heavy heart realizing this is something normal kids do and he just really wants to fit in even if he’ll never admit 

which is what leads him to you the day before Valentine’s Day 

and of course you can’t say no to him because he’s being vulnerable with you and he’s just so fragile :((

that’s how you end up taking him to the craft store to pick up foam and ribbons and glitter glue and stickers 

the two of you sit down at the table and get to work making cute little heart shaped valentines for all of his classmates 

he probably handwrites a message on each of them individually 

things like “I tolerate you” and “you’re not the stupidest person in our class”

the spirit is there lol 

Steph and Dick definitely join in and help you guys make them at some point 

and Alfred makes sure you guys have snacks and drinks the whole time 

at school the next day he’s so nervous to give them out but when he gets his first ever Valentine he’s so happy !!

and when he gets home you’re waiting there with the rest of the family with more Valentine’s for him!! 

pretends he doesn’t care but he’s smiling and blushing and hides them in a shoebox in his closet

he looks at them whenever he’s sad :((

“As stupid as Valentines are, thank you, y/n, for helping me join in this year”

pretends he doesn’t care but he’s smiling and blushing and hides them in a shoebox in his closet

[augenblicklich-lila]

cod incorrect quotes #2

Second post and of course it's more incorrect quotes. Creature of habit and all that.

I have these saved in an entirely unorganized text editor file, so I feel like me posting something twice is inevitable. Again, mainly Y/N stuff, platonic and romantic. Also has some Soapghost and Alerudy!

I am also making this post at 4 am because I am pulling an all-nighter. Lady Gaga is blasting in the background. No guarantees for anything.

- Lila

・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.✭・♛ ♛ （ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)つ━━✫・*。 ⊂　　 ノ 　　　・゜+. しーーＪ　　　°。+ *´¨)

・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.✭・♛

Alejandro: I truly go into housewife mode when I'm someone's soulmate- like, I'll make you pancakes and bacon every morning. Y/N: This is a lie. Y/N: I'm literally dating him. This is a lie. Y/N: HE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO COOK A PANCAKE, WHAT IS THIS.

Rodolfo: Sorry I’m late, I was doing things. Y/N: Hi, I’m ‘things’. (alternatively, if we're thinking poly!relationship: Rodolfo: Sorry I’m late, I was doing things. Y/N: Hi, I’m ‘thing 1’. Alejandro: Hey, I'm 'thing 2'.)

Y/N: Ghost, you're an asshole, man. Ghost: You are what you eat Y/N.

Y/N: You look good in that hoodie. Alejandro: You know where else I'd look good? Y/N, zero hesitation: My bed. Alejandro, at the same time: By your side- wait, what?

Soap: Wanna get out of here and grab a bite to eat. Ghost: I don’t usually eat with losers. Soap: Neither do I but I asked you, didn’t I?

Ghost: I'm going the fight the next person who insults Y/N. Y/N: I hate myself. Ghost: Alright, square up.

Y/N: Who hurt you? Ghost, snorting: What, do you want a list? Y/N: …Yes, actually.

Ghost, gently nudging Y/N aside with his foot: Y/N, move out of the way so I don’t trip on you. Y/N, their eyes enormous: You kick Y/N? You kick their body like the football? Oh! Oh! Jail for Ghost! Jail for Ghost for one thousand years! (Miette >>>>)

Y/N: A mosquito tried to bite me and I slapped it and killed it. Y/N: And I started thinking. Y/N: Like, it was just trying to get food. Y/N: What if I went to the fridge and it just slammed the door shut and snapped my neck? Price: Are you ok?

Soap: What do you call a dictionary on drugs? Y/N: If you say "addict-ionary" I swear I will cut you. Soap: I was actually going to say "high definition", but your answer's much better. Y/N:…

Soap: Everything’s fine, Y/N. Y/N: Soap, I know your relationship with the English language is strictly casual, but you- I- deep inhale ALLOW ME TO TELL YOU WHAT’S NOT FINE.

Ghost: Did you have to stab them? Y/N: You weren’t there. You didn’t hear what they said to me. Ghost: What did they say? Y/N: "What are you going to do, stab me?" Ghost: That’s fair.

Y/N: I fell— Soap: From heaven? Y/N: No, I literally fell— Soap: In love with me the moment you saw me? Y/N: MY ARM IS BROKEN! Soap: Okay, but do you think I'm pretty? Be honest.

Y/N, handing a balloon to Ghost: I have no soul. Have a good day! Ghost, walking off: I don't have one either. (I CAN JUST HEAR HIM SAYING THIS)

Soap: We all have our demons. Soap, grabbing Y/N: This one’s mine.

・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.✭・♛ 　∧＿∧ （｡･ω･｡)つ━☆・*。 ⊂　　 ノ 　　　・゜+. しーＪ　　　°。+ *´¨) “Hie thee home, little wanderer.”

・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.✭・♛

[grievedeeply]

if,,, if you want,,, can you make some general dating hcs for my hoe ramattra? 👉👈👁👁

wow i love ramattra badddd. thank you for giving me an excuse to write about the silly! enjoy!

gn!reader | tws: talks of omnics being injured. JOIN MY TAGLIST!

dating ramattra headcanons

never ever in a million years did ramattra ever think a human would be the one to win his heart

but to be fair, it took him a long time to even warm up to you being around. he didn't care for your company at first, no matter how many times you said you were on his side, he couldn't find it within himself to believe you. humans were liars, and you were no exception

until he saw you helping. actually helping. you were repairing omnics after their encounters with humans, you were using your skills for something that actually mattered and he felt.. good

he felt good about you, and the first genuine words he ever said to you were "thank you". his voice was soft, and his gratitude was true. he was grateful he had someone like you on his side

still, he never would've expected you to become anything more than an acquaintance. you were a coworker, someone he exchanged words with occasionally.. but nothing more than that

until you wiggled your way into his life more and more each day. you would approach him, eagerly asking if there was anything you could do to help. he was happy to put you to work, but you would keep coming back. the truth was, you just wanted to talk to him

eventually, he caved. it took months of persistence, but he let you into his life, much to his dismay at first. he didn't understand what kept bringing you back to him and he wondered if he ever would

you developed feelings for him first, but you knew nothing would come of it. ramattra's well known hatred for humans kept your relationship with him strictly platonic.. so he would have to make the first move

which takes him forever to do

he doesn't experience love in the way humans do. he's fully capable of doing it, but he doesn't understand why he's feeling the way he is. fuzzy? warm? he doesn't know how to describe it. why do his thoughts keep wandering back to you?

it isn't until you rest your hand on top of his that he realizes it. he likes you

why?

it's the first question that pops into his head. he has to have justification and reasoning behind everything he does, but he doesn't have a clear answer for this. maybe it's because of your kindness? your respect for his people that other humans lack?

whatever the reasoning, it's too late to back out. he tries. he can't turn off what he thinks

he's pretty subtle at first, complimenting your outfit or appearance, but when you don't catch on he has to up the ante a little bit. so he becomes super blatant, straight up holding your hand and hugging you like he sees humans do

when he tells you he likes you, you don't reply at first. he thinks you don't reciprocate and goes to back away until you finally blurt out how you've liked him for months and it's why you wanted to be around him all the time

he's flattered. if he could blush, he would be. it's funny, seeing a man as intimidating as ramattra get flustered over a humans words

anyway, onto the actual dating

sooo protective. he will do anything to keep you safe. human bodies are fragile and he does not want any harm to come to you

he isn't very big on pda, but he doesn't mind the occasional side hug or whatever you want to do. he doesn't understand much of human affections in general but he will participate in private

he just worries that cuddling might be uncomfortable for you, but you always reassure him that you always feel comfortable while he's by your side even if it's unconventional

he's generally really sweet in a relationship. his favorite thing to do with you is to spend time with you. nothing too fancy or extravagent, as long as he's with you, it's enough

his love language is quality time. it's what he understands best, and what means the most to him. time is a fickle thing and ramattra knows that very well. it's best to spend it with loved ones

he can't kiss, but he will press his forehead to yours as a way to show his affection for you in that way

definitely takes you out on dates! he won't bring you to restaurants often, as he wants something he can do with you, so he'll bring you star gazing a lot. he knows a lot about the stars for some reason

he's really supportive. he makes sure you know how proud he is of you. you show him an art piece? it's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen (other than you, of course). you show him a sample from a song you're writing/composing? he'll praise you for your talents

he has a tough exterior, but when you break down his walls he's such a softie

he's so caring, so genuine in his feelings for you and it means the world to see him being so open about what he's experiencing

he often felt alone in the world before you, living only to fufill the goal every omnic wished for. now? he has you, a reason to keep going. not for everyone, but for himself

maybe that made him selfish

he didn't care

tags: @dijanur

[sapphic-bats]

Uhh, ficlet-wise, can I request Will and Karen interacting? Maybe because she knows that Mike likes him and she wants to know more about how Will thinks, coax info out of him to judge if her son's got a chance

Of course! LOVE this troupe! Request from @microwaveonwheels

Mike Wheeler thought that kissing was boring.

Beforehand, when he and Eleven had nothing about which to talk. All they’d do was make out, and weasel around Hopper’s rule. He’d try to talk about anything, and suddenly they were kissing. It was fine, he guessed. But at moments like that, he couldn’t help but feel like his father.

Until he started dating Will.

He and Will kissed often, too little, in Mike’s opinion, but they rarely ever made out. Like, ever. When they did, however, it was glorious. And that wasn’t a word Mike used on the regular.

Now was one of those seldom times. They were kissing on Mike’s bed, Mike hovering over Will, who laid flat beneath him, and they were smiling. Giggling into the kisses, because it was funny. It was sweet. It was perfect, just being able to kiss and be best friends and keep it a secret all at once. It was theirs to own, theirs to tell. Not that they’d told anyone, though. Of course, they knew that people were obviously figuring it out. Mike himself wasn’t exactly wonderful at being discreet.

The door was shut, and practically no one was home. They could kiss as much as they wanted, but they’d just have to be quiet. For the two, it was hard. All they wanted to do was kiss and laugh, talk about random things that they both liked and pretend they weren’t doting on the other all the while. But they couldn’t. Not with Karen downstairs. Tones had to stay strictly platonic.

Will slid his hands up from Mike’s waist to his back, holding fast and smiling still. The flannel crinkled under his fingertips, and it was so incredibly soft and smelled like Mike. I mean, sure, Mike was literally on top of him, kissing him, but still. It was all still so surreal.

That was, until the doorknob turned.

They both shot up, which usually could fool the oblivious, but there were two issues: one, the door was already wide open, and two, the person had surely seen them kissing. They’d leapt apart a half-second too late.

Eyes wide, their gazes snapped to the door, where a stunned Karen Wheeler stood, words dying on her tongue.

Will, in the seconds that passed, thought a second funeral was about to be thrown for him, when suddenly, Karen raised a hand.

“I’m so sorry, boys. My mistake.” She said, quickly shutting the door. She hadn’t seemed ashamed, just apologetic, like she should have knocked first (she should’ve, to be fair).

The silence stretched thin and heavy between them, Karen long gone from the door, when Mike and Will glanced to each other, faces red.

“Oh, shit.”

“Yeah.” Will agreed.

“I…” Mike spluttered. “I’m gonna go… talk to her.”

“I’ll come with.”

“No.” Mike refused uncharacteristically, which alerted Will that he was serious, but not angry. “I don’t want you to have to… deal with anything.”

They both knew the unspoken meaning. I don’t want you to risk getting hurt, if things go south.

Will nodded, relenting, and Mike smiled reassuringly as he opened the door. “I’ll be right back.”

Starting down the steps, he descended them cautiously. Slowly. As if his mother might explode into rage when he reached the bottom. Instead, he found her at the kitchen table, waiting for her coffee to finish brewing.

“Hi, Mom.”

She turned, surprised to see him. “Oh! Michael.” She greeted, genuinely curious at his presence. “Is everything alright? You boys need snacks?”

He seemed stumped by his mother’s calmness. “Uh, no. I- I thought you’d want to… talk.”

“Actually, I do. Do you really have time now?” She glanced towards the stairs. “I don’t want to take away from your play date.”

Mike scoffed sheepishly. “I mean, sure?” He seated himself across from her at the table. “Um… so, about what you saw,”

“Mike.”

“I know what it looks like. And it was. It was that.” He rambled, pressing on. “Will and I were just- I mean, we’re dating. He’s my- we- we weren’t like, having sex, or anything.”

“Michael.”

“I don’t think either of us are ready for that. Like, one day, maybe, but not- not now. We’re fifteen, you know? Not exactly the age of consent, or whatever.”

“Michael.”

“And, like, by one day, I mean I want to be with him in the future. I hope we’re still together, because I love him, and I want- I just don’t want you to be mad at him. I understand if you’re disappointed in me, but don’t- please don’t tell Joyce and out him to her, and-”

“Michael!”

The surprised, sheepish look on her son’s face immediately hurts her. “I’m sorry, honey, but you hadn’t let me speak first. And I’m pretty sure you’ll need some reassurance before you start defending yourself.” Karen chuckled, extending a hand with her palm up.

Mike, slowly realizing it was an offer, placed his hand softly in hers. When he looked back up, all that met him was a gentle smile on his mother’s face.

“I’m not mad at you.”

Mike blinked. “You’re not?”

Karen laughed. “No. Of course not.” She squeezed his hand. “I’m not upset at all. Not at you, not for you and Will, and I wouldn’t be mad if you two were doing more than just kissing.”

Mike made a face at that, not disgusted, just uncomfortably flustered at the mention. Karen continued. “It’s what I said years ago, talking to you like this. Remember? When Will went missing?” Mike nodded. “Do you remember what I said?”

“That you just wanted me to talk to you.”

“Yes.” She smiled, heartwarmingly. “And I know that this subject in particular is scary. It’s something that you have to hide, considering the upsetting things people do. How much misplaced hate there is for something that’s so okay.”

Mike felt his lungs quiver at the mention. Comfort always feels better coming from a parent.

“And if you’re still going to keep it a secret, that’s completely okay. I don’t want any harm to come your way. But please know, Michael,” she squeezed his hand again, cupping his with her other one. “I will always love you. And I just want you to talk to me, to be honest.”

Tears, despite himself, prickled in his waterline. He knew his hands were shaking in the slightest, but he didn’t care anymore. With his mother so here and so accepting, he didn’t have any more room for self-consciousness.

“Okay.” He mumbled, voice breaking.

Karen smiled, glancing up towards the stairs again, then flicking her gaze back to his eyes in earnest love. “Okay, well, I’m not going to keep you for too long. I know how eager you are to probably get back to that.”

“Mom!” Mike cried out in embarrassment.

“What?” She teased as he yanked his hand away from hers. “What did I say?”

He glared at her grin. “That’s… ew, Mom, don’t refer to my love life like that.” He grimaced.

Karen just laughed. “Alright. Well, either way, don’t keep Will waiting. He’s a lovely boy. I’m…” she paused, beaming in a way he’d never seen. “I’m glad that he’s the one that makes you happy.”

Mike paused, a foot already on the first stair. His eyes lit up for just a moment, smile growing on his face. One that said, “yeah, me too”.

He raced back up the steps, all the way to his room. He slowed, opening the door steadily to see a nervous Will picking at the knees of his jeans.

“Oh my god, Mike. I’m so sorry.” He immediately spoke, frantic and worried. “How- how’d it go?”

Mike left that silence, grinning widely at the sight of his boyfriend. He crossed the room, shutting and locking the door this time, and halted in front of his boyfriend.

Will looked up inquisitively. “What?”

The quiet was suspenseful, all except for the hug grin on Mike’s face. Will was readied to speak again, tongue locked and loaded on a string of curious words, when Mike promptly flopped over on top of Will.

The other boy shouted, startled and endlessly humored, exclaiming and screeching and cackling as Mike wrapped himself fast to the other boy.

“Mike! Oh my god, you’re gonna crush me!”

“Am not, asshole!”

Will stopped fighting, laying flat and limp now. “Enjoy your murder charges.” He seemed to commit to the facade for a few long moments, before straining against Mike’s weight. “Okay, nevermind, I want to live. Let me free!”

“No thanks,” Mike sniffed in mock disdain. “Pretty set on getting those murder charges.”

“Mouthbreather!” Will laughed, shoving Mike off of him onto the floor, to which he immediately gasped in concern, then cackled in unison with Mike.

Their laughing was loud enough to be heard throughout the house, pure and unadulterated joy. The noisy elation was smiled at by Karen, who sipped her coffee satisfactorily. Downstairs, upstairs, wherever. Mike didn’t care.

They weren’t careful to stay quiet now. They didn’t have to be.

HOLY SHIT. Wrote half of this in school, and the other half during a surgery (not my surgery). Thanks for the suggestion! This is my favorite ficlet now. 💙💛

EDIT: Also, I came up with the idea for the beginning lines while at a farm without my phone. I had to write it down in my writing notebook. <3

[shelbgrey]

Being Seeley Booth's Best friend Headcanons:

Paring: Seeley Booth x Platonic!Reader, reader x Lance Sweets

Summary: headcanons on what it's like to have Seeley Booth as your Person(greys fans know what I mean)

1.8) “not all soul mates are lovers”

MasterList

To the unknown or to strangers that see you on the street, might think your a couple. Sure your touchy with each other but your both strictly best friends and it's all Platonic.

Your Hodgins little cousin if your wondering, but your the first one at the jeffersonian Booth really clicked with.

You guys kinda became an unlike duo and people knew he was basically your body guard.

Like I said before you guys are close, so that means your arms might be linked sometime, you'll eat or drink after each other... You guys are just really comfortable with each other.

At time you do think you guys might be too close, like your afraid it might screw up your actual relationships.

“you think our friendship bothers Bones and Lance?” you asked.

“it doesn't bother Bones... She told me she'd figured if we we're attracted to each other we'd already be together”

You guys have been friends longer than you guys been in your romantic relationships, so Lance nor Temperance has an actual problem.

Lance might get jealous at times, like he might think Seeley is more attractive or he'll think you guys would make a better couple. You'll make sure to get those thoughts out of his head and you make sure Lance knows he's the only guy for you.

Lance knows your friendship is strictly Platonic, hell Seeley even helped you guys admit your feelings for one another.

The thought of you guys being more than friends grosses you guys out. You guys maybe comfortable with each other and might have shared a bed, but the thought of having sex disterbs the both of you.

“ew... She's literally like a sister to me!”

If you have a problem and you can't tell Lance you go to Seeley, you know he'll never judge you.

The feeling is mutual, he'll go to you if he has to vent about the army, work, or if he needs advice on how to deal with Temperance.

You are now the soul keeper of his dog tags, you wear them for good luck.

You guys say many things to show your affection, some loving and some inappropriate(you know its all love tho). You say things like, “love ya”, “suck it”, “hey, loser”, “shut it bitch”

Of course you usually call him 'bitch'. He knows it's a joke but he can't bring himself to call you that back.

His brother having the hots for you, but he actually really creeps you out. Before you started dating Lance his brother would hit on you when he visited DC, you told Seely about it and he got his brother to back off.

Nicknames are all over the the place, but your favorite one for him is 'bub'. He calls your 'shorty' or 'kid'.

Since your a 'squint' you say words he doesn't understand and sometimes he tries to talk like you a fails. “I need a.. What do you call it, I swabie thing”

“a what?” you asked as he digged through your drawers in the Lab.

He sighs. “come on, I have to figure out what you say everyday and you can't figure out 'swabie thing'?”

Some people do question your relationship and even try to get you guys to turn on each other or even try to tamper with your romantic relationship(*cough* Daisy *cough*)

“he's my person,”

He's very protective of you... Sometimes it gets annoying but you know he means we'll.

“if you ever touch her again, I WILL kill you!”

You guys do have fights, it's rare but if it happens it gets really heated. The fights are mostly about your guys stupidity at work.

“you could have died! You realize that?” he shouted.

“your not the boss of me! Your not my father!”

“well, if I was you wouldn't be this stupid!” he'll regret it immediately. If there was one thing he never want you to think is that your stupid.

He knows your knowledge is an insecurity. You feel like your not as smart as the others, so Seeley is always there to hype you up and remind you of the big brain you have.

Most of the time you guys will immediately make up. He'll pull you into a massive hug and tell you he's sorry over and over.

Speaking of hugs, he gives the best bear hugs. His hug make you feel extremely safe.

Being each other's best man/woman at your guys weddings.

You are the designated babysitter for both Parker and Christine. They both call you 'Aunty y/n'

Him and Temperance babyset your Kids when ever they can.

You guys love blasting music and just jam out in the car or at your apartments.

He's your shoulder to cry on, I think he's the only one aside from Lance that really seen you absolutely lose it.

His grandfather basically adopting you and you call him pops like Seeley dose. Sometime Hank will leave the nursing home just to check in on you and Lance.

You go to alot of crime scenes together, you have the same job as your cousin Hodgins, but if Temperance can't go with him to investigate you'll Tag along.

There's nothing he wouldn't do for you. You, Bones, and christine are his world.

He's got your back and he'll die if it ment protecting you.

Angela once said this about you two: “not all soulmates are lovers”

She's not wrong, your the sister he never had or asked for.

You'll never have a friend like him and you don't plan on getting ride of him anytime soon.

[m7nson]

Polygraph -> Joseph Quinn

A/n - has a angst but a little bit of fluff :D and this isn't the very best so I apologize and it's just fiction!

Imagine getting called out by a lie director test.

"I'm already nervous-" you said to the guy behind the camera as someone hooked you up to the lie dictator on your arm. "As long as you have nothing to hide you'll be fine." The guy said his voice sounded very serious yet mysterious at the same time.

"Now, I'm gonna ask you a set of questions.."

he trailer off straighting his papers. "Is your name, Y/n?" "No" you said to test out the polygraph "Are you in the show called stranger things?" You nodded "Yes."

"Let's talk about your life..."

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"Now let's talk about your friends... Are you currently dating; this man." He said pulling out a picture of Joe Kerry. You laughed but changed to being serious.

"No, I'm not.. I believe he has a girlfriend." You said nodding. "Very well, are you dating.." 'oh god another one' "This person." He pulled out a picture of Joseph. You did have a little.. thing for the handsome man, but strictly platonic, with a capital P. You laughed "no I am not, I am currently single." You said smiling but inside you're silently trying not to cry.

"Do you want to date a certain person?" You laughed "why do you want to date me?" You raised your eyebrows. "You didn't answer the question."

"I certainly do not want to date anyone." You said but the director said otherwise. "Hm, interesting.. do you like one of these men." Your eyes widen, annoyed. "I don't think that's anyone's business but mine." You said softly.

"Yes, or no?" You sighed. "No." The line twitched.

"Moving on."

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Now here you are at home laying down on your couch. The interview wasn't gonna be posted till next week so you're trying your best to enjoy your time before the chaos.

Your phone rang, seeing that it was Joseph calling you. You sat up answering "hey Joe!" You said smiling. "Hey Y/n, I'm in LA for an audition and I know this is a bit sudden but I can I stay in your guess room for the night? And then tomorrow I'll go to a hotel."

You shook your head "No, no you can stay here as long as you want!" He chuckled "don't say that then I'll stay forever." You smiled "I wouldn't mind that.."

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You hugged him, "I feel like I haven't seen you in so long!" He nodded keeping his hands on your waist. "I know it's been so long."

"Are you hungry?" You said walking to the living room. "No I ate on the plane, but can I talk to you about something?" You nodded siting in a chair in your dinning room.

You motioned him to sit next to you. He took the hint and sat down. "I actually.. lied I don't have an audition; I just wanted to see you." You laughed "you could have just said you missed me!"

He smiled "and.. this is very embarrassing.." he said holding his face in his hands. You tilted your head in confusion "don't be embarrassed about anything.. what's wrong?"

He put his hands down on the table fidgeting with his fingers. "Well.. you know that interview with the polygraph test.." he started off as your nodded remembering that you told him about it.

"Well.. I sort of, know a guy.. who knows a guy, who knows another guy-" you laughed "and he knew the person who was in charge of your questions.. um" he sighed. "Then I asked if he could ask you.. some questions..." He mumbled the last bit.

Your eyes widen understanding what he was talking about. "You're the reason they asked me all those personal questions!?" You said raising your voice a bit.

"I'm really sorry! And they're gonna cut it out of the video of course.. I should have just talked to you like a normal person, I was scared."

"Why were you scared we're best friends."

"Exactly, you're my best friend and I don't know what I would do without you!" He sighed.

You grabbed his hand and held it. "I love you, more than you know.. but I wish you talked to me instead of me taking a lie director test." You said chuckling sadly.

"I'm really sorry.."

"I forgive you." You said giving him a kiss.

I know he would never do anything like this it was just an idea in my head!

[lightvixxen]

Innocent act!Eddie facts!/ facts abt IA

Otherwise known as: canonical facts within my older!Eddie au innocent act!

Light NSFW ahead, minors dni

I gift yall with this as a thanks for 300 <3

Older!eddie has twin kids named: Ozzy and Aurora. They were born october 1991, when he was 25. (Yes i’m finalizing the time era of IA which is 1996.) he has split custody and the mother is someone he accidentally knocked up. They don’t have a relationship outside of her dropping the kids off during the weekends. Eddie has surprisingly kept this a secret from you.

Eddie works as a mechanic but he also has a certification as a tattoo artist, he has a few tattoos that he’s done himself. He offered to tattoo you for free when you turned 18, (this was a strictly platonic offer)

Contradicting myself from the first part of IA here but Eddie only started thinking about you in a sexual/romantic way 2 months or so before your first encounter (we’re just gonna pretend what he said originally was a heat of the moment thing bc I absolutely hate it)

Eddie has a hair pulling kink…it’s gonna be expanded on later but its there, he likes both getting his hair pulled and pulling your hair.

Eddie doesn’t actually own his house, your father does he just rents it extremely cheap because your dad owed him. He can do whatever the fuck he wants to it tho bc in all terms except legally its his.

Eddies house is a 3 bedroom 2 bath house. One of the rooms is his kid’s, the other is a little studio (where once the twins get to the age they don’t wanna share a room anymore will be one of theirs.” And his room.

Hellfire is still running after years. Eddie still has original faded hellfire shirt, he meets with the hellfire club every Thursday.

Vecna and everything DID happen, but everyone lives

Eddies hair is longer than in the show, he never cut it. It reaches to his mid back, he rarely bothers to cut it, other than that he basically looks the same.

Eddie has a slight muscle definition from working as a mechanic, but its not a lot.

Eddie has a criminal record from selling drugs and has ran from your father multiple times before he hit 26. Which is when he decided to turn his life around.

Literally spoils u, like mf is buying lingerie, stuffed animals and jewelry for you ON THE REGULAR.

Still smokes weed, just more secretly and when his kids are away + your dad isn’t home.

Hates + loves it when you smoke, he hates it bc a pretty girl like you shouldn’t be harming ur pretty lungs. Loves it bc fuck if your not hot doing it.

Corruption kink oh my god, act innocent and ur getting absolutely ruined.

Brat tamer no other explanation needed.

Absolutely has multiple bookshelves of just straight fantasy books in his living room.

Eddie is flexible, like more than you would expect. Once on Halloween he did a backbend then proceeded to chase you like that.

Can and will pick u tf up. Ur his princess

Eddie got his demobat scars tattooed over, they’re noticeable but only when u look close enough. And he’s usually wearing a shirt or your too…distracted to notice them.

God he has such a thing for mirror sex its unbelievable

Also possessive asf, he’s constantly making sure you are properly marked, and even though you two aren’t dating. He makes it clear u belong to him

Also big on knife play and thinks knives are both pretty+would look great against your skin.

Also he has an oral fixation + voice kink ;)

[whaleofatjme1920]

In that case!

Can I request a romantic ride on the dragon thing (Ikran?) with Jake Sully? If I'm dating a Na'vi or an Avatar I wanna ride in style.

Reader could be possibly be a researcher and maybe Jake is being a little flirty or trying to show off? If you need more to work off of let me know and I'll go back to brainstorming, lol

Riding an Ikran with Jake Sully

[GN!Reader]

[Warnings: Like, none?]

[AN: Yes ofc you can. I love this stuff. I realize,,,, I am slowly making this more poly than I realized,,, and ngl I kinda like it,,, that way? for this dynamic? look I love Jake and Neytiri together I think you dating both of them would be-]

headcanons bc im weak lol

Let's pretend after the events of the movie, you're one of the few humans chosen to stay and live on Pandora because you've always been doing the right thing, and Jake wanting to fight for the planet, his friendship with the Omaticaya and strictly but strong platonic bond with Neytiri furthered you wanting to do the right thing.

So you're here now! Pandora is your home! You and the few other humans that have been chosen to stay, Norm (who's avatar is still healing from the gunshot wounds, they think he'll be good to fully link within the month), Max, you all miss Trudy-

Jake is still the dastardly man you liked when he was just some jarhead coming to Pandora for the first time. But, as the clan leader for the Omaticaya, he's got some tricks up his sleeve! And one of them is wanting to show you his ikran.

He says he'll "pick you up" when it's twilight. Sitting on the roof of a what used to be a giant base, you wait for the man you love.

And there he is. The cry of a creature known as a banshee in the language you were raised in comes gliding on the gentle breeze. Jake is there. There's a large smile on his face just seeing you.

Neytiri is gliding alongside him. She seems happy to see you too. There's a certain sadness in her eyes as she pats the neck of her ikran as the two perch on the rooftop near you. She misses Seze more and more by the moment.

Both Jake and Neytiri tap lightly at the space between their eyebrows before gently rolling their hands out towards you. They see you.

You smile and return the gesture, a slight heat rising to your cheeks how Jake grins. He says a few things to Neytiri before she nods, the words "enjoy date night" sounding foreign on her tongue as she takes to the skies again.

Jake's much taller like this. He's 10ft, strong, and his ikran is even bigger than him. You feel so small next to them, but giggle when he picks you up in his embrace anyways. Gods, how he wishes he could kiss you right now-but Pandora's air is still toxic to your lungs, and only in brief, rare situations can you actually kiss him.

you're almost certain he's looked into getting you an avatar, but those things don't grow easily and without the resources,,,,,

ANYWAYS, he picks you up and pretty much places you right behind him. His tail even curls around you. He's saying the cutest things, flirting with you even if it's awkward.

He's always been charming. Both as a human, and now as an avatar? a proper Na'vi?

He has his ikran doing a lot of daring stuff, chuckling at how you grip your arms tight around his waist. Is it scary? yeah! But would Jake let anything bad happen to you? Of course not!

All of your date nights start like this. Jake is charming as always, his ikran is close to doing loops, you can't help but laugh and let your heart flutter at how he speaks to you, and you're over the moon to know he's yours.

Jake feels like he needs to do the most just to be worthy of your time, just to call you his.

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

A/N: Yes, this one is from my drafts again. I'm trying to clear it out. Delete stuff, finish uncompleted stuff. . .ya know. This is because I think Steve deserves to be wooed. I also think Chrissy and Eddie have a weird, sexual thing with food. It's a bit long.

After spring break, Eddie and Chrissy were quick to get together. She had really tried to wait after she dumped Jason's insane ass, a period of time spme people thought he didn't deserve. It was really more for her, though. The next time she had seen Eddie, however, she recalled his concert he dedicated to her in the Upside Down, and her heart fluttered. He was talking to Wayne on the porch when they saw her walk up from her car. Wayne smiled in greeting and went to head inside.

"Uncle Wayne! I wasn't finished with my story!" Eddie exclaimed.

"The young lady has a look on her face that says she wants to kiss you," Wayne said. "Though I'm happy for you, I don't want to see it."

"What? No, she doesn't! - mmh!" Eddie was cut off by Chrissy's lips.

She pulled back and bit her lip. Shit, should she have asked first? Yeah, she should have. Bad Chrissy.

"I needed to borrow your lips for a moment," she said.

"You can borrow my lips anytime, Chrissy Cunningham," Eddie smirked. "Can I borrow yours?"

She giggled and leaned in to kiss him again. It wasn't long after they started dating that they started to hang out with Robin and Steve. They were so easy to hang out with and have fun with, especially with everything they had gone through together. Chrissy and Eddie found it really enjoyable to hang out with Steve. Chrissy was curled up on the couch with Eddie, across from the other two as they laughed.

"I still can't believe she thought you two were together," Chrissy giggled.

"Yeah, from the moment I laid eyes on the both of you, I knew that you guys were strictly platonic," Eddie said.

"That doesn't mean shit, Eddie! You thought that there was still something between Nancy and Steve!" Chrissy laughed, causing the other two to laugh with her.

"You're lucky you are so cute, Cunningham, I might have thrown you right into Steve’s pool," Eddie said.

"Yeah. It's not because you know that I could kick your ass," Chrissy replied.

"Oh, please," he scoffed. "I could totally take you."

"Like the way I took you last night?" Chrissy asked coyly, and Eddie blushed.

Steve coughed loudly, knowing their talk was about to get filthy. He blushed.

"No, what's ridiculous is how she tried to set me up with Robin when I was clearly flirting with her," Steve said. "I mean, I stopped when she did that because I didn't want to come off as pushy or desperate. I did tell her that I was flirting with her, and she actually didn't know. She laughed, and then she said she hated jocks."

"Oh, damn. That sucks," Eddie said, wincing.

"Well, what she said was that she hated meat head jocks. She didn't exactly say I was one of them, but it was clearly inplied," he sighed, and Robin scowled, opening her mouth to say something.

"Oh, fuck her," Chrissy spat. "And not in a good way. Fuck her straight to hell."

Eddie laughed and kissed her harshly.

"I love your mouth," he laughed.

"I love yours more, especially when you're using it to - ," Chrissy was cut off.

"Woah! Hey! Innocent ears here!" Robin said, pointing at herself.

"Not so innocent if you thought that's what I was going to say," Chrissy said with a smirk. "I was going to say that I love it when he uses it to read aloud."

Eddie's face was red as he buried his head into her shoulder while everyone laughed. Judging by the way he was shaking, Eddie was laughing, too. It always surprised everyone whenever Chrissy was so filthy minded.

"I'm changing the fucking topic. We're doing a casual hangout thing at my house next Saturday if anyone wants to come," Eddie said.

"No can do, I have my own thing on Saturday, and I will not say anymore," Robin said.

"Well, Steve, you're more than welcome to come," Eddie said. "We're having a picnic."

"Are you sure?" Steve asked.

"Of course, we always want you around," Chrissy said sweetly, and Steve blushed.

Saturday quickly rolled around, and Steve showed up to find them waiting for him at the picnic table outside of the Munsons' new house. It was sort of hot out today, so Steve had decided to wear shorts and a tank top. Chrissy and Eddie's eyes raked over him, neither one of the realizing that they were both checking him out. It wasn't until the middle of the lunch that they both realized they had feelings for the man.

They listened as they let him go on for a while, watching as his eyes lit up when he started talking about the kids and the way he talked about Robin. His eyes turned downcast when he mentioned his parents weren't coming home for his birthday, but he smiled when Eddie and Chrissy took his hands in theirs. He let go when he went back to eating. He peeled the banana and started popping pieces into his mouth. They watched in awe as he stuffed his mouth full, his cheeks filling out like a chipmunk. It was so endearing. They must have been staring intently because Steve started blushing and looked at them awkwardly.

"Um. . .hi?" He asked.

"Hi," They said breathlessly.

Steve looked at them as he slowly swallowed and licked his lips. Chrissy bit her lip as she followed his tongue with her eyes while Eddie hid his face in Chrissy's hair.

"Are you guys okay?" Steve asked.

"Oh, yeah!" They both said rather quickly.

Shortly after that, Steve left, and the young couple went inside to enjoy the cool air. Eddie groaned and face planted into his bed.

"Don't get mad at me, please, but Steve is ridiculously good looking," Eddie said, his voice muffled.

"It is completely ridiculous," Chrissy agreed before plopping down next to him, choosing to lay on her back.

"You think he's hot too?" Eddie asked, moving to support himself on his elbows.

"Yes, it would be easier if he had an ugly personality, but he's just so . . . ," Chrissy said, trailing.

"So fucking sweet and amazing?" Eddie asked and she nodded. "Wait, are we crushing on the same guy?"

"I think so," Chrissy giggled as she watched him flop onto his back like he was a fish.

"It sucks that he can't find someone out there who wants him as much as we do," Eddie said with sigh.

Chrissy sat up quickly and straddled her boyfriend.

"Eddie! That's it!" She exclaimed, slapping his chest. "If he's willing. . .maybe we can all be together."

"All three of us?" Eddie asked.

"I've got room in my heart for the both of you," Chrissy replied. "What about you?"

"I mean, yeah," Eddie said. "We don't know if he's into guys."

"Do you think he's worth the risk?" Chrissy asked.

"Oh, yeah," Eddie grinned as he flipped Chrissy onto her back and kissed her.

When Steve’s birthday came around, they made sure he was working when they went over to his house. Eddie knew exactly where the spare key was and used it to let themselves in.

"Aww, I wanted to shimmy up the drainpipe," Chrissy said, and Eddie couldn't help but kiss her pouty lips.

They were both wearing purple, a color Steve had commented once that they both looked good in it. Eddie was in a new button-up shirt paired with his best black pants, and he had actually followed Steve’s instructions for how to take care of his hair. Eddie hated to admit it, but his curls actually looked pretty good. Meanwhile, Chrissy was wearing a simple, sleeveless dress with her hair curled around her shoulders. They began to make Steve’s favorite dinner, and when they heard him walk through the door, Chrissy hurried to put on his favorite song: Heaven by Bryan Adams. Steve appeared in the doorway, looking flummoxed.

"I thought I said that I didn't want to make a big deal out of my birthday," Steve said.

"You said you didn't want a big party," Eddie said.

"It's just the three of us," Chrissy said.

"We can make it if we try, just the three of us," Eddie sang, and Chrissy giggled.

"Anway, supper is almost done. There are clothes on your bed. I picked out your favorite yellow button-up," Chrissy said.

"And I picked out the pants that make your tuches pop!" Eddie said. "I didn't think that it could get more popping."

"You guys are dressing me now?" Steve asked, smiling. "And apparently fond of my tuches, whatever that is."

"It's your rear, dear," Chrissy grinned and softened her smile. "You don't have to wear the clothes. We just want to show how special we think you are. Tonight is all about you."

"Don't have to twist my arm, I was always going to wear them," he said, looking at them fondly.

When he came downstairs, dinner was on the table, and candles were lit, the lights lowered to give it a romantic setting. Steve furrowed his eyebrows, but he sat down anyway and dug in.

"This is really good. Thank you for this," Steve said.

"It's never a problem when it's for you, Stevie," Eddie said, batting his eyelashes at him, and Steve blushed, smiling down at his food.

"So, how was your day?" Chrissy asked.

"Well, it sucked but it's looking up," Steve said.

"Yeah, how's that?" Chrissy smiled.

"My two, uh, best friends showed up and cooked me dinner for my birthday," Steve said. "It's definitely my favorite birthday ever."

"Just best friends?" Chrissy asked.

"Huh?"

"Are we just best friends, Stevie?" Eddie asked.

"I mean, what else - is this a date?" Steve asked.

"Do you want it to be?" Chrissy asked.

"Do you want it to be?" Steve asked.

"We asked you first, big boy," Eddie laughed.

"And I asked you second," Steve replied.

"Yes, we want it to be a date," Chrissy laughed.

"Oh, thank god!" Steve exclaimed, sighing in relief. "I've been crushing on you two for a while now. I just didn't know how to bring it up . . . I've never been wooed before."

Eddie and Chrissy shared a grin before moving around to the other side of the table before they each threw a leg over his legs, pressing up against him.

"Oh, baby," Eddie said. "We're going to woo the fuck out of you."

"We're going to woo your brains out," Chrissy said.

"Because it's what you deserve," Eddie said.

They leaned in and kissed his cheeks.

"You really know how to make a guy feel special," Steve said.

"It's because you are special, Steve," Chrissy said and paused. "Can we feed you?"

"What?"

"We like to see you eat," Eddie said.

"Um, yeah, it's weird, but I like the idea," Steve blushed.

Chrissy picked up his fork and began feeding him the rest of his dinner. She smiled as she watched his cheeks fill up.

"Imagine how good he looks if his mouth was full of you, Eddie," Chrissy said, and Steve nearly choked on his food. "Swallow, sweetheart."

"Do you only have one thing on your mind, Chrissy?" Steve asked in amusement.

"She gets hornier the more in love she is, and also, the more loved she is," Eddie laughed.

"Being loved and cared for is so sexy," Chrissy said, shrugging her shoulders, not ashamed at all.

"It is," Steve said softly.

Chrissy leaned in and kissed him, nipping at his bottom lip before pulling away. Eddie grinned before moving in for his own kiss. He took the fork from Chrissy and started to make airplane sounds with his mouth.

"No! No, airplanes, trains, or dragons! None of that shit!" Steve laughed.

"Aw, come on, just let one dragon in!" Eddie exclaimed. "You're his treasure, and your mouth is his cave."

Steve laughed but opened his mouth and let him feed him. Once dinner was done, Eddie and Chrissy brought out his favorite cake: red velvet. This time, Steve insisted on feeding them, and he could see why they liked doing it. Once the rest of the cake was put away, Eddie and Chrissy started to clean up the kitchen. Steve had to twist their arms into letting him help. He pointed out that it was his night and he got to choose. It helped when he started blasting Bob Seger and made it fun.

"So," Eddie said, turning to him after they finished. "It's your night, Stevie. What do you want to do next? We rented your favorite movie."

"Actually . . .," Steve said. "Can we take this upstairs?"

"You ready for the both of us, big boy?" Eddie asked.

"Oh, yeah," Steve grinned.

Eddie and Chrissy took his hands as they led him upstairs to his room. They began to undress each other as soon as they walked through the door.

"Before we really begin, you should know that -," Eddie started to say.

"OW!"

" - Chrissy bites."

"Did I hurt you, baby?" Chrissy asked. "You can tell me if I do anything that makes you uncomfortable."

"No, actually, I liked it. It just surprised me," Steve replied.

It was surprisingly easy after that to go from being friends to the three of them being lovers. Steve really had the best partners who and despite all of their differences, they were able to work with them, especially his. His parents always made him feel like a burden, but being with Eddie and Chrissy, he felt like he could truly be himself, no matter how weird he was. He couldn't ask for better romantic partners. Later, when they hung out with Robin, he found himself squished between Eddie and Chrissy while Robin curled up with Vickie. Steve was well and truly happy. Steve had everything he needed: his partners, Robin, the kids. . . .everyone was healing and moving forward. Although they would never be the same again, Steve found that it wasn't necessarily a bad thing, especially when you had love in your life, whether it was romantic or platonic.

[theupsidedownsrealestateagent]

Operation Croissant

Dear Mr. Hauser,

Hi it’s Robin Buckley, you know your favorite student, or well I guess you probably already knew that based on the envelope. I get it’s been awhile since we’ve spoken on account that I graduated four years ago, and I refuse to be the student that can’t let go of high school. I barely tolerated it when I was attending. 

The reason I’m writing to you is that I fulfilled my promise, I actually made three friends from good ol’ Hawkins High (bleh) and you would never guess who they are. Are you sitting down? If not you really really should before you continue reading. Okay back to what I was saying, I made three friends for Operation Croissant. 

Nancy Wheeler, Eddie Munson, and um… Steve Harrington. 

You better not be looking smug Mr. Hauser, why do I feel like you’re definitely smirking right now? So yeah, somehow against all my best efforts Steve Harrington is my soulmate. Strictly platonic soulmate. The four of us (and I got permission to reveal this information I promise) are fellow friends of Dorothy. It’s okay take your time to process that, I sure did. I have a sneaking suspicion that you may have already known about me, and Eddie insists that you must have known about him. Subtle isn’t really his style. 

There was so much stuff about high school and life I was missing, and I never cared about until our lunches. For a long time I thought I was going to live this life alone. I didn’t think that this little group was an option for someone like me, like us. I was wrong, I was so wrong. I’m dating the girl of my dreams, she’s so smart, doesn’t care that I ramble a bunch of nonsense when I’m nervous, she is the most badass, beautiful woman in the world, and I found her here in Hawkins of all places. Then there’s Eddie who I know looks like that but he genuinely is the sweetest dude ever, I really wish he could’ve been there for our chats, the kid just needed anyone to confide in, to tell him he wasn’t a freak, that he wasn’t alone either. He’s smart too, smarter than what those teachers ever gave him credit for. Now for my Stevie, yeah he was an asshole back in school, but I watched him turn into the biggest dork of the twentieth century. We became reluctant parents to seven feral children together. I’m sure you’ve been acquainted with Dustin Henderson and co, for that we are all very sorry, we are working on them. So yeah Steve and I found out we practically share braincells, trauma bonded for life, we’ve both saved each other like at least seventeen different times at this point, but legally I can’t talk about any of those (trust me you don’t even want to know) so yeah Steve Harrington and Robin Buckley, sisters for life. We aren’t even the strangest duo in our group, Eddie and Steve are literally boyfriends and it is the weirdest thing that makes the most amount of sense if you saw how they look at each other. Nancy and I on the other hand are classy about our love (this is a lie, we are probably even more disgusting then the guys. But don’t tell Nancy.) 

Whew that was a long winded paragraph, hope it wasn’t too wordy and got my point across that I love these idiots, and if it wasn’t for you I don’t think I ever would have been comfortable enough with myself to find and trust them. I hope you keep finding those kids who don’t feel like they belong. Most of all I hope you are just as happy and fulfilled as the way you helped me to be. Thanks for everything Mr. Hauser.

Eternally grateful,

Robin Buckley

[sourholland]

friends to lovers w tom!!

And Suddenly I See || Tom Holland

BLURB NIGHT!!

this is so “you are in love” by taylor swift!!!

There’s something so rich and fulfilling about falling in love with a friend; the way you will see someone with a sudden fondness and affection after years of strictly close friendship.

It was like that for both you and Tom.

The two of you met young, both new to the industry and wasting away, audition after audition. He was kind, you vented about how badly you wished to book a role and how much you wanted to return home and give up. Then he took the role of Peter Parker, and you found yourself starring in a show that would break streaming records through HBO Max.

Somewhere along the way, you’d lost each other’s phone number and eventually ceased contact. It was alright, though. You watched his work fondly, admiring his success. He did the same, keeping up to date on everything you’d been in.

“We should all do dinner again sometime, yeah?” He asked, grinning ear to ear.

“Of, course!” You returned, sharing a short, friendly hug and going your separate ways.

For the most part, that was that. Both of you were happily seeing people, usually on opposite sides of the world. There was nothing there besides nostalgia and platonic love for one another. It was so beautiful how your lives had turned out, neither of you struggling to book jobs anymore.

-

In the year that passed since you met with Tom, you’d gone on two double dates of sorts. Comfortable dinners when you’d rarely both been in the same place, bringing your significant others along with you.

Other than that, a congratulatory text or two about awards was it. Nothing more, nothing less.

Splitting from your boyfriend at the time, you’d made it a point to hang out with more girlfriends and make memories outside of work. The next time you’d found yourself with Tom was a rooftop after party in the center of Manhattan. He was still with his girlfriend, but approached you nonetheless about the split.

“Y/N, I was so sorry to hear about you and Jack,” he said. “Are you alright?”

“I’ve been well, thank you,” you smiled at him, it was one of those moments where you’d have said you were fine regardless.

“Well look—I’m going to give you my buddy Harrison’s phone number. When you’re feeling up to it, you give him a call. He’s great, my best friend for forever, you’d like him.”

Tom was slightly tipsy, but it was a nice gesture. You did take Harrison’s number, and eventually you did text. He was a nice guy, a great guy actually. He just wasn’t your guy. There was no ghosting or anything, you eventually just let him know that you didn’t really see the talking going anywhere and would rather remain friends.

-

It was another year and a half before you crossed paths again, and contact was pretty nonexistent. Tom was in a relationship and you were not, you didn’t want any boundaries being crossed and neither did he.

He and his longterm girlfriend had split a few months prior, and you both wound up at another after party, this time of a film festival in LA. He still wore his button down, untucked without a tie. You’d changed into a more conventional dress. This time when you saw each other, it was different. His arms were around you a little bit longer, you smiled into his shoulder at the tightness of the embrace.

“You look gorgeous, I loved the film!” He complimented, making you fluster furiously like you did at sixteen.

“No Way Home was absolutely fucking insane,” you chucked, sipping on the champagne in your hand.

The remainder of the night was like you were just finally seeing each other for the first time. Never in your life had you believed in love at first sight, and this only justified it. There was no way something like that could exist, not in the world where you had known this guy for years and then one day after like five years you were just finally seeing him.

It was like being a teenager again, laughing at everything he said even if it wasn’t that funny. Tom loved this, only taking it as an ego boost and a way to see your smile that he’d always loved. By the end of the night, you’d wound up on the beach out back of the large vacation home hosting a hundred people at least. Tom was beside you, his pants rolled up, feet covered in sand.

“Works busy,” he said. “But if you’d ever felt like going out and catching up, I would absolutely love that.”

“Yeah?” You tried to hold back a grin. “That sounds lovely.”