#idiotsinlove

[darlingchronicles]

CHAPTERS - 1/1 (complete)

Fandoms : Spyxfamily (anime) Spyxfamily (manga)

Spoiler warning (s)?: NONE

Summary

Anya has been working on her plans to get her closer to Damian, so when she finds him the library when she needs help reading 'The Little Mermaid', she jumps at the opportunity

[anjaliroongta]

Writing with Anjali: How to Write #idiotsinlove

Love reading stories with the #idiotsinlove trope? Well, here re some tips to write one.

Mutual pining. Romance. Angst. These ingredients come together to make a delicious love story. And while these can be part of any requited love story, they are essential in the #idiotsinlove style of romance. But what is #idiotsinlove? Idiots in love is a romance writing trope. It is immensely popular on Ao3 and other reading websites. At its core it is about two people who love each other…

[marsi-is-depressed]

Jailbird || Stranger Things - twenty-three ➵ burning up (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/997536243-jailbird-stranger-things-twenty-three-%E2%9E%B5-burning-up?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=marcilineemogirl&wp_originator=OauKNrqq3VMNyzbwmXQr9st0SPEGhtNtYtGdpddMqQWQvRHSHMjUIksl0Qqz2SPSkFvIhAkCAZMK0Ejk6PMN5jwLfWOrxk5t%2FYdWbxAJey8gYH3cG3qcJvDmV1EuPqJn "You planned out a scrapyard showdown and didn't think to invite your friendly neighbourhood barbarian? I'm hurt." ☾ Before the vanishing of Will Byers, there was the strange case of Teresa Hopper. After the strange case of Will Byers, there was the stranger case of Chief Hopper's jailbird daughter. ☽ [steve harrington x oc slow burn seasons 2&3 some mature language] Updates 1-2 times a week, part 3 of 5 in progress ✨ [ #1 jonathanbyers #1 upsidedown #1 willbyers #1 hawkins #1 st4 #1 idiotsinlove #1 dustinhenderson #2 strangerthingsfic #3 joekeery #3 chiefhopper #3 Indiana #3 maxmayfield #3 robinbuckley #4 lucassinclair #4 steveharrington #4 jimhopper #4 davidharbour #5 stranger things ] This book is by hawkins-marauders on wattpad

[ahsokamaigranger]

Lonely Hearts, a Ghost Hunt story

I’ve posted a new story on AO3 --> https://archiveofourown.org/works/40820934

It would be great to get some readers, kudos, and reviews! 

[m3gs1mps4a]

Pustakalu mariyu prema

Yes hello everyone i still exsist <3

I’m back with food. Here’s a new fanfic of Rambheem being sappy 

*gives blanket and cookies* enjoy!~

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ When Ram had decided to become an editor/proof reader for a run-down company he wasn’t expecting a lot of work. Sure, there were days where he was absolutely free. When he could call his boyfriend during work time and chat with him for hours. Or go to a library with Jenny, even to a park with Malli and Sita. There were also days when he was SWAMPED with work. A new writer had recently joined and was looking for the book to be published. Naturally Ram had to read the whole thing before he could hand it over for the next step. He did not; however expect the book to have over 50 chapters. Granted he took this job just because he loved reading. Ram gaped as he faced a mountain of papers on his desk. “What…What is this?” The young writer in front of him beamed. “It’s my new book! The publisher told me to hand it over to you. He says you’re the editor?” Ram gulped, eyeing the stack. “You say the publisher told you to give it to me?” A swift nod follows. “Babai…” Ram groans putting his head in his arms. The writer in front of him shifts in his seat. “I can pay” Ram lifts his head. “How much?” “Shouldn’t I ask you that?” “Don’t start with me, how much?” The writer sighs before opening a check. “Let’s talk before we proceed” A pause. “I expect a lot” Ram starts. 

This was going to be a long day. Ram immediately rushes home after his day ends. Not even stopping to say bye to Babai when the man tries to greet him. He grabs his bag tight, walking, no sprinting across the road. He was tired, so tired that he wanted to stop and just collapse on the ground. The only thought that kept him from dying was to go back to his boyfriend. Lay in his arms and just cuddle. With the new found determination he reaches the house much sooner. “BHEEM” he shouts, pushing the door. The door plunges open almost breaking at the force. The man sitting on the couch lets out a scream facing Ram. “Ram!” The man squeaks. “W-What do you think you’re doing!?!?” Bheem chides, walking towards the man and welcoming him inside. “You almost woke up the girls!” Ram just grimaces as he walks inside. “I didn’t know it was so late” he says. Bheem raises an eyebrow. “What?” Ram asks. Bheem motions at the clock with the flick of his head. Ram looks up and his eyes dim. “Ah...no wonder I feel so tired” The digital clock showed 1:00 in red.  “Why did it take so long?” Bheem asked, now motioning ram to join him on the couch. Ram sighs and plops down next to his boyfriend. “New writer just joined, he wanted his work to be published as soon as possible so I had to edit at least half the chapters in his book” Bheem slowly takes ram’s head in his hands and gently guides him to lean on his shoulders. “Well, did you do it?” Bheem asks. Ram stifles a yawn and nods. His eyes slowly closing. Bheem’s eyes soften and he watches the man. 

\“You came running” he states, looking at the layer of sweat on Ram’s forehead. Ram just nods. “I wanted to be with you” Bheem coos at the confession. Taking ram’s face in his arms again he places a soft kiss on his forehead. Then on his nose, then on his eye lids, one on his cheeks before finally placing a smooch on his lips. Ram sighs in content, enjoying the soft touches. He grabs Bheem’s face and pulls him back for another kiss. They kiss for a while. Enjoying each other’s warmth. Bheem finally breaks the kiss, looking slightly flushed. Ram looks proud for being the one to reduce Bheem into a flustered mess. He places another peck. “I’m sleepy” Ram states. Bheem just laughs. “Let’s go” was the only thing Bheem manages to say before he’s being pulled towards their room. Ram immediately flops onto the bed with a satisfied groan making Bheem giggle. Ram looks at his boyfriend and fake frowns. “What’s so funny?” He manages to slur out. Bheem doesn’t stop laughing but joins his boyfriend on the bed. “Nothing, you just look adorable right now” He grins. Ram groans at the pillow. “Come cuddle me fool” Bheem just smiles before enveloping ram into a warm hug. The man sighs in content, snuggling against bheem’s chest. “Goodnight ram” he hears Bheem say. Ram smiles at the fabric covering his boyfriend’s chest. “Good night” “And Bheem?”

“Hmm?”

“I Love you

”A soft pause, he feels the grip on his waist tighten

“I love you too”  

The end hehehe<3 Lemme know how it is !! Also ram and jenny being reading partners is cannon fight me for my moots <3  @taylorklaine @bheemaxrama

[valerieullmerromanceauthor]

Catalyst by Aurora Crane

Catalyst by Aurora Crane

RELEASE BLITZ Book Title: Catalyst Author and Publisher: Aurora Crane Cover Artist: Cormar Covers Release Date: November 17, 2022 Genre: Contemporary MMMM Romance Tropes: Second chance, Hurt/comfort, Friends to lovers Themes: Didn’t know they were dating/idiots in love Heat Rating: 4 flames Length: 90 000 words It is the first book in a series that will follow the same four men in a…

[zukosdualdao]

oh, i want to know the way it feels

zutara month, day 20: accidental kissing, @zutaramonth

summary: upon zuko fearing they've been made while he and katara are at the market, he and katara make a brief excursion to the alleyway. when katara reaches for her bending, it's totally an accident when she kisses him. she's pretty sure. and it's totally an accident when both of them kiss each other back. it certainly doesn't mean anything.

other notes: we are back at it at the ember island marketplace lads! #idiotsinlove

They’re in the marketplace, walking side by side—Katara bravely does not blush when she feels their hands brush in the place between their sides—when she senses Zuko stiffen. From her periphery, she can see his mouth has turned slightly to a frown.

“What… ?” she asks, and suddenly, his hand is around her wrist. It doesn’t hurt, but the motion is so quick that it startles her as Zuko guides her to a nearby side alley, just to the right of a clothing stall. From the side of his mouth, Zuko murmurs, “Someone was staring at me. They might know who I am, or recognize us.”

On instinct at hearing this, Katara presses her back to the wall of stone. She’s less able to ignore the way the gulp in her throat as their middles press together, Zuko leaning over her as though to guard her in case someone comes after them.

It’s sweet, but… “I can take care of myself, you know,” she teases him lightly. “Master waterbender here, remember?”

When Zuko turns to meet her gaze, his smile is small but sort of breathtaking. Katara wishes she could see it more. She wishes they had more to smile about. 

“It’s not likely I could forget that,” he says in a whisper. Like this, with his head turned just slightly down to look at her, they are a mere breath away from one another. 

Someone passes by their hiding spot then, and Katara startles—maybe the people Zuko had seen were following them—and jumps to her tiptoes, ready to pull out her waterskin and fight their way out if they need to. It’s only a second later that she realizes that she met her lips to Zuko’s when she did this. Both of them are stunned to stillness for a moment, but then she thinks he’s kissing back, or she is. It’s all a little unclear. 

His lips are soft and warm and gentle. A little shy, she thinks, even as he kisses back. It’s only after another moment that he seems to figure out what to do with his hands, placing one against her waist and, from the sounds of it, bracing the other against the wall behind her. Her own left hand still holds their basket of fruit, but the other reaches to cup his face.

When he pulls back, gasping a little exhale as he does, Katara tries not to be too pleased with herself that she sees his pupils are wide and dark. She drops her hand.

“I—sorry,” he says. “I shouldn’t have…”

“No, it was me,” Katara says before frowning at the implication. She looks to the side and sees whoever was walking by has since passed. In correction that she’s unsure is fair or even true, she adds, “I thought they were approaching.”

“Right.” Zuko clears his throat now and breaks apart from where he was connected to her, allowing a few inches of distance between them. Katara misses his warmth. “I think they’re gone now.”

Katara hums in agreement. They make quickly to leave the market, Zuko seeming nervous to be spotted again as they do. As they journey back, she finds that their hands are grazing by each other again.

Katara flexes her fingers. They journey forward.

[forever-rogue]

Hi!

This idea just wont leave my head : reader strongly dislikes physical touch from anyone but Steve and, being the idiot he is, steve is completely oblivious to it. When the rest of the group tells him he doesn't believe them so they make up some master plan to prove him wrong. Basically #idiotsinlove

If you feel like writing that, itd be awesome. Have a lovely day <3

AN | Idiots in love? Blind fools in love? I’m in love! 🥰

Warnings | Language, Mentions of Spice 

Pairing | Steve x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 3.1k

Masterlist | Main

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“Are you ever going to ask her out?” Robin’s sudden appearance startled him as he stared off into the distance. If you hadn’t been paying you might have thought he was zoned out, but in reality he had been staring at you the entire time. He was beyond grateful that he’d remembered his sunglasses. He’d been so enthralled by you that he hadn’t even heard Robin open the passenger door. 

“Fuck,” he hissed under his breath, pointedly ignoring her question, “you could have tapped on the window first or something!”

“You could have been paying attention,” she threw her backpack in the back seat as he rolled his eyes at her behind the dark lenses of his Raybans, “don’t ignore my question, Steve!”

“Ask who out?”

“Don’t be so stupid,” she hit his arm as he started the car, casting you a last longing little glance before pulling away. Robin sweetly sang your name, and a dark flush of pink rose up in his cheeks, “you’re whipped for her. And she likes you too! So why not make a move?”

“She doesn’t - ugh, no. I didn’t think you could get so stupid,” he reached over and flicked her nose, causing her to grumble at him. The idea that you could like him even a fraction of how much he liked you was enough to cause his heart to constrict with nerves, “w-wait though…why do you think she likes me?”

“It’s not just me dingus,” she sat back and watched him closely, a little smirk on her face, “it’s all of us. I think it’s just you too that are blind. Like…idiots in love, basically. Besides, she has a huge tell.”

“Tell?”

“Yeah, how we know she likes you,” she was enjoying watching him squirm as he tried to keep his cool. She could tell he was spiraling inside, “she likes touching you-”

“Excuse me?” he turned to her and almost veered the car off the road, causing her to grumble loudly.

“Mind out of the gutter, Steve! Not like that,” she sighed when he pulled into the parking lot of Family Video. At least she wasn’t alone on her shift today; she had her best friend working with her. And she was going to make him confess his feelings if it was the last thing she did, “she…she’s not a physically affectionate person. You know…like Eddie - he’s always touching someone and he’s just more…openly affectionate I guess? But she’s like the exact opposite.”

“But she’s always hugged me or…”

“Exactly,” she nodded happily, “her tell! She won’t let any of us touch her but you. Only you. Are you putting two and two together?”

“I…” he turned the car off and gripped the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles were turning white, “I think you’re all seeing things where you want to. I mean, I wish it was true - and there, now you can say made me admit I like her - but it’s not true. It’s wishful thinking.”

“I’m not wrong,” she insisted, refusing to give into his pessimism, “not all of us are wrong. You’ll see - we’ll get you to see that it’s true. Or you could just go and ask her out.”

“Not happening.”

“Well then, Harrington, it’s on.”

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Movie night always proved to be…chaotic. Chaotic in a good way, but what else could be expected when a bunch of teenagers, an empty house, and too much pizza and soda were involved? You were running a little late, your last tutoring gig having run longer than anticipated, but you came with a ton of cookies to make up for it. 

You rocked back and forth on your heels as you waited for Steve, or anybody, to answer the door once you’d rung the bell. The idea of seeing Steve always put butterflies in your tummy, despite the fact that you’d known him and been his friend for years. That sweet, dopey dork had a hold on you that was palpable. The door slowly opened and you found Dustin grinned excitedly.

“Hey bud,” you walked inside and kicked off your shoes as you handed him the container of cookies, “sorry I’m late - took forever today!”

“It’s okay,” he insisted as he set the box down and came back over, hesitating for just a moment before throwing his arms around you in a tight hug, “just so glad you’re here!”

“O-oh,” it took you a moment to react, but you gently and tentatively put your arms around him a light hug in return, “I’m glad to see you guys. Especially after this hellish week.”

“Hi!” Max darted over and almost knocked you down in her attempt to hug. You sighed lightly before wrapping an arm around her slim shoulders, “I’m glad you’re here. All these boys suck.”

“Hey!” Robin glowered from her spot on the couch before making her way over. You smiled at your friend and she managed to take you by surprise as she pressed kisses to your cheeks. What was with everyone today? They were all being so…weird, “missed you.”

“I saw you earlier,” you snorted as you raised your eyebrows in suspicion, “we have most of our classes together…”

“Still,” she insisted, dragging you into the living room where everyone was gathering with pizza, “it’s always better with you around.”

“Exactly,” Lucas hugged your legs from his spot on the floor and you just sighed lightly, “now the party can get started.”

“Should I be worried?” you looked around at the eager faces of your friends, “you’re all acting weird. Weirder than normal…and that’s saying a lot.”

“What do you mean?” Eddie’s grin stretched from ear to ear as he looked at you sweetly with those big brown eyes of his. You knew Eddie better than almost anyone else and now you knew something was up. 

“Did you give them all laced blunts or something?” you sighed as he just shook his head in amusement before giggling happily. You heard your name whispered softly as you turned around to find Steve standing at the bottom of the stairs, a collection of blankets in his arms. Your expression softened as he grinned at you, “hi Stevie!”

Robin exchanged a sneaky little glance with Eddie as the two of them silently mouthed Stevie! at each other. Steve swallowed thickly before handing the blankets over to Dustin who just happened to appear at his side with perfect timing. His heart was practically hammering against his chest as he contemplated his next actions. His plan had been to hug you, to see if Robin’s theory had been right, but he found himself frozen. You tilted your head to the side, giving him that smile that made him weak in the knees, “h-hi.”

“Okay weirdo,” you reached up and touched his cheek before affectionately ruffing his glorious mop of hair. Steve was biting the inside of cheek so hard that it was a miracle that he wasn’t bleeding. Robin caught his eye from over your shoulder and gave him a little shrug as if to say told you so. But you…you’d always been like that with him. So openly affectionate and gentle and oh. Oh. He’d been so blinded with his own affection for you that he hadn’t noticed yours, “not you too! You’re all acting so weird. Are we gonna  do movie night or are you all going to continue acting like this?”

“Movie!” Eddie shouted happily as Dustin tossed blankets around for everyone to get comfortable. You watched as Steve took his customary spot on the big couch, on the far end, grabbing one of the big blankets and looking at you, silently asking if you were coming. It was normal for you to be next to him, normal for you to be tucked into his side, normal for him to put his arm around as you laid your head on his chest. Oh. 

What was normal for the two of you…wasn’t normal for everyone. Not for people that were just friends. At the realization, your cheeks warmed up and you slowly made your way to him, almost flopping down as he tossed the blanket over both of you. You wondered if…maybe he felt the same way as you. You’d always thought you’d hidden your affection and sweetness for him well enough but now you were…absolutely questioning that. 

Without even thinking about it, Steve pulled you into his side and his long arm wrapped around you. Only this time, you didn’t lay your head on his chest or on his shoulder, but your gaze was concentrated on him. 

Lucas flipped off the lights as Eddie started the movie, casting the room into darkness save for the light of the television. You hadn’t even noticed what movie was playing, instead so hyper-aware and focused on Steve. You’d never been more aware of his closeness, of how his body felt next to yours. Suddenly it seemed like every time you had touched him had been taken for granted. 

“Hey,” he leaned and whispered so long you could hear him, “is everything okay?”

“Y-yeah,” you swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded, giving him an unconvincing little smile, “just…tired.”

“Oh,” he almost sounded disappointed, but you could tell that he didn’t believe you, “okay.”

Despite your hesitation, you forced yourself to push through, to see if perhaps you could take it a little further. You slung your arm over his midsection before cuddling into his side and practically squishing your face into his chest. You could feel his sharp inhale before he slowly let it back out and he relaxed. Neither of you said anything for some time, sitting there comfortably tangled up, but unable to focus on the movie. 

After what seemed like a small eternity, you couldn’t handle it anymore. You untangled yourself from Steve, sitting back on legs so you were facing him. His mouth opened in surprise for a moment, but when he noticed you studying him so intently, he grew nervous. 

“C-can we go upstairs?” his heart almost dropped into his stomach at your words as his mind immediately started reeling with the possibilities. His mouth felt dry so he just nodded instead, not trusting himself to speak. You quietly climbed off the couch and padded towards the stairs with Steve following closely behind. You didn’t even look back or stop until you were at his door, letting yourself into his room. 

There was something so familiar and comforting about his room; you’d been in here hundreds of times before but something about this moment felt so different. You sat down on his bed as he closed the door and leaned against it. You were looking at each other, both of you unable to look away. 

“Stevie?” your gaze had shifted to your feet as you played with a loose thread on his blanket. He made a small sound of acknowledgement but didn’t push you any further, “why were they all acting so weird tonight? Is there something going on?”

“Whaddya mean?” he stuffed his hands into his pockets as you looked up and tutted at him.

“You know what I mean,” you sighed lightly, “they were all huggy and touchy. It’s not…I like touch, you know, but on my terms. It’s just…I dunno, I’ve always been that way. But…with you, i-it’s different. I don't know…I like when you…t-touch me."

There was a bemused little smile on his face as he waited for you to realize your mistake. When you did, your hands went to your face as your entire body felt like it was on fire, "fuck - Stevie, I didn't mean it like that. I just meant that I-I just…I like being close to you."

"I know what you meant," he moved from the door and came closer to you, tentatively and slowly to make sure he wasn't crossing any unspoken boundaries. When you didn't stop him, he sat down next to you, the mattress dipping under his weight. The two of you sat in silence for a few moments before he set his hand down on the bed next to yours, and you could feel his pinky brushing against yours.

"Steve-"

"Robin is convinced that you like me," he cut you off but had to do it because he wasn't sure if he'd get the courage to say it again, "she says you have this tell - that you don't like touching anyone else but me."

"Steve."

"She wanted to test her dumb theory and that's why everyone was so lovey dovey touchy feely today," he ran a hand through his hair in exasperation, "and I realize now that's a fucked up thing to do and probably made you feel uncomfortable and I'm sorry. I shouldn't have let them do it."

"It's okay," you smiled softly, the butterflies in your tummy fluttering around wildly. Robin knew - she had known. Which means that everyone else probably did too, "I thought they were being extra weird."

"Unfortunately."

"What was your conclusion?"

"I - ugh - what?"

"Your conclusion," you moved your hand ever so slightly closer to his and nudged his foot with yours, "what did you learn? About Robin's little theory."

"I…" he inhaled and trailed off, turning his head lightly towards you, "well…I-I think she was right."

"Oh,” it was a soft little sound that caused him to panic and spiral almost immediately. Oh. It could have meant a hundred different things but your expression was giving away nothing. Meanwhile you were trying not to panic out of sheer excitement because holy fuck - that meant Steve did like you. Or at least…probably did. Shit. Were you reading into this too much now? You allowed yourself a small glance at him and realized he’d been staring at you this entire time. 

You shifted so you were fully sitting on his bed, cross-legged as you waited to see who would break the tension. He nervously rubbed his palms on his thighs before letting out a small, nervous laugh, “oh.”

“Steve,” you put your hand on his arm, willing him to look at you, but all he did was stare at the floor, “Stevie.”

He turned at the sound of his nickname, his big, soft brown eyes meeting yours. You could tell there was a nervous little hope behind them. He’d never let anyone else call him Stevie. It had always irked and irritated him but when you said it? It practically made him weak in the knees. Swallowing the nervous lump in his throat, he moved so his position was mirroring yours. 

You felt so vulnerable and open with him, but you never once felt scared or nervous. He always made you feel safe - protected. In a blur and without letting yourself overthink for one, you put your hand on his cheek and surged forward to kiss him. He made a small sound of surprise, taken aback by your sudden boldness, but quickly kissed you right back. It was messy at first, clumsy and awkward and your teeth clicked together a few times, but you soon found a rhythm that was both needy and saccharine. 

He pulled and you pushed your way onto his lap, and he settled his hands on your waist as you wrapped your arms around his neck. When he had thoroughly kissed you until you were both breathless, he pulled back and you both exchanged a nervous little laugh. 

“So ‘oh’ was a good thing then?” he asked sweetly as he cupped your face in his warm, large hand before stroking your cheek.

“Yeah,” you nodded, feeling warm from his touch, “it was.”

“Fuck me,” his groan was playful as he pressed his forehead against yours before you kissed him again. He tasted of salty popcorn, sweet cookies, and faint mint. You liked it - you liked him. You really like kissing him; you’d imagined this moment at least a million times and this still felt better than anything you could have ever dreamed up, “Robin is never going to let me live it down once she realizes she was right.”

“Maybe it’s not such a bad thing,” you whispered, leaning in so your lips were brushing against his, “maybe it’s the little push we finally needed.” 

“I would have said…something a long time again if I had any idea that you’d feel even remotely the same,” he admitted as a wicked blush rose up in his cheeks. You pulled back and looked at him with wide eyes. Those soft, big doe eyes make him bite the inside of his cheek to keep from moaning out loud.

“What do you mean?” you whispered, “did you not think I liked you? Steve, I’ve loved you for a long time.”

“Y-you..love me?”

“Oh, ahh, shit,” you scratched the back of your neck nervously, pulling back from him for just a moment, “I-I didn’t mean it how it sounded. It’s just that…I like you a lot and it’s-”

“I love you,” his hands found your face as he pulled you back down to his lips. This time he kissed you slowly, pouring every little bit of love, every unspoken word into the kiss, hoping you were able to feel it. You were, “have for a long time.”

“Oh Steve,” this time it was your turn to kiss him, and the two of you were quickly lost in each other and one thing led to another as you ended up under him, beaming up at him happily. He leaned down and you brushed some of the soft locks of hair out of his face, and he couldn’t stop from kissing you again, “Steve.”

“Hey!” Robin knocked loudly on his door and you could hear Eddie giggling along with her, “movie’s over and ugh…we’re gonna continue this at the Wheelers’ so you guys have some…privacy.”

“Unless you’re already having sex!” oh Eddie.

“Good,” Steve groaned lightly as you just smiled at him, “now go!”

“Steve?” Robin’s voice was sticky sweet and you both already knew what was coming, “I told you so.”

“Goodbye!” Steve buried his face into the crook of your shoulder as you just laughed, “our friends are the worst.”

“Sometimes,” you agreed, “but right now, I’m kind of thankful for them. So, tell me Stevie…do you want to have sex?”

“I...fuck,” he closed his and let out a wistful little moan, “yeah, I really do.”

“Good,” you whispered, “me too. But also - I love you.”

“I love you.”

[sassaspazz]

When someone asks me how to describe TwiYor in Spy x Family as an AO3 tag

#50kslowburn #fakemarriage #fakerelationship #idiotsinlove #denial #they'reinloveyourhonor #realizingfeelings #iwillgodownwiththisship #catchfeelings

[no-moremusic]

the fanfiction-ness of this ep… i can close my eyes and see the couch metaphor as a 3k one shot on ao3

maybe i don’t want (to pick the wrong couch)

summary: buck tries to find the right couch for him. (or, buck realizes what’s been in front of him the whole time)

#Evan ‘Buck’ Buckley/Eddie Diaz #Eddieisthecouch #idiotsinlove #canoncompliant

[letyugisayfuck]

Buddyshipping? Sacrificeshipping? (Bingo card)

OK sorry this took so long!!!! For Buddyshipping:

This isn't a ship i think about too aften but they are pretty damn cute! Tristan and Joey have such good chemistry together and I could see them accidentally falling for each other. They be cute like that. #idiotsinlove❤️

For Sacrificeshipping: I actually had no idea what the Ship was so I looked it up and saw a couple different things but mostly saw Valon/Allister! (If that's not the Ship you meant send me another ask and I'll fix it 😊)

Annnnnnd I'm gonna add that there exes too. I've never really thought of them but I can definitely get behind it. Like definitely there for each other and super supportive but I can see them clashing a LOT as well. Which of course makes things fun to think about! At the end of the day if Valon is involved, I'm probably interested! So I'm definitely keeping this ship in the memory bank when I have nights where I go feral over rare pairs❤️

[bridgertonbabe]

benedict 🤝 sophie

saying the wrong name during an attempt to bed someone who isn’t each other to try and get over the other person (we love #idiotsinlove)

Yep, they truly are the epitome of idiots in love with piss poor communication skills 😂

[chaotically-bookish]

🦸🏾‍♂️ TWO WEEKS 👽‍

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::Two Idiots in Love::

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Earth Boys Are Easy - book 1 in C. Rochelle’s NEW Villains in Space spin-off* series - is landing on May 16th 🛰So dock yourself to this spice-station for an unhinged superhero x morally gray alien MM romance ride!

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P.S. The teasers shown here are from a spicy pr!mal-chase-while- wearing-a-different-skinsuit scene recently shared with patrons at the Weird-H0’s tier and above… just sayin’.

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IF YOU LOVE:

🦸🏾‍♂️👽‍ MM superhero x morally gray alien romance

🌞 Grumpy/sunshine

💘 Idiots. In. Love.

🛸 Forced proximity aboard a spaceship

🛏️ ONLY ONE SLEEPING POD

👾 Space Daddy has a closet full of skinsuits

🔫 Babygirl wears a ray gun for the aesthetic

💔 Hurt/comfort and so much schmoop

🙌 K!nk exploration “for science!”

👉👌I want to live inside you (for REAL for real)

😏 The usual naughty humor + witty banter

💫 Mysterious space adventure plot to a Bowie soundtrack

Then choose your alien accessories and blast off! 🚀

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Find 🔗s to Pr3-0rder Earth Boys Are Easy (ebook or SIGNED paperback ​​📖✍️), explore all C’s books, sh0p for N💥SFW art & bookish swag, sub to the newzyletter, infiltrate Pa-tre-on for advanced chapters, ARC opportunities, and other space sloot perks, and learn what sort of villain you’re dealing with in @c.rochelle_author bio 👆

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Mile-long TW/CW list coming soon… (and patrons see it FIRST! 👀)

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Cover art 🖼️ by @lemonade_doodles

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*Chronologically, Earth Boys Are Easy occurs after Enter the Multi-Vers (Villainous Things, Book 4). However, you can start your adventure here before orbiting back to the series that started it all!

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[theveryconfusedgirl]

So I have a one shot idea. I don't have a full idea but thought I'd share.

This would work best for #idiotsinlove or #shareonebraincell dynamics. Where one character is super protective and the other doesn't seem to care about danger to themselves. Could be tweaked but here it is.

Person A drops something under a metal cabinet. It's all the way at the back so they are laying on the floor (concrete in a dangerous situation like a garage ) so they are trying to get the thing they dropped and not paying attention and the head and shoulders are under the cabinet to get the item, and they're kinda still because they're looking for the thing.

Person B can't find them and sees them on the floor and immediately thinks they're hurt so they grab them and try to yank them out.

Dumbassery insues.

[lokiusficrecs]

Compliments? That's suspicious

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31939423/chapters/79097980

5+1. The 5 times Loki thought Mobius being nice to him was a trick and the 1 time he didn't.

Or Loki is touch starved and has a praise kink. Mobius won’t stop touching him. And complimenting him. It’s becoming a problem.

Author: Ijustlikereadingcutefics

Rating: Teen and Up

Word Count: 10,898

[seblaineaddict]

Seblaine Week 2022

Day 6: Exes With Benefits

It's (Very!) Complicated

In truth, my heart actually sank when I read that this theme won out over some amazing other options this year, because I seriously HATE this trope... So I decided to write it from a different angle.

Since many of you know me sooo well, it won't surprise you that this one will have a very happy ending.

In this fic outline having dated for only 6 months in their early twenties, (they split because Blaine wasn't over Kurt, and Bas found it difficult to feel like he was second-best, on top of him not yet being emotionally mature enough to handle a monogamous relationship), the fic starts off with them accidentally reuniting 2 years after splitting up.

They hook up and realise just how much they have missed each other - not that they tell each other that! They decide the morning after when they're curled around each other after round 5, that they should become friends (or rather Exes!), with benefits, but both are free to sleep with anyone else as well. They make it a golden rule though, that if either of them falls in love with someone new, they'll instantly end their arrangement, as it wouldn't be fair on the new person.

They've been sleeping together again for 8 months, until inevitably, when a guy seems to have caught Blaine’s eye in a pretty serious way, a very jealous Bas acts out and they have a blazing row.

After not speaking for a month, Santana, who's had quite enough of their mutual pining, intervenes and tries to drill some sense into them both, gently suggesting that it's obvious their arrangement is no longer working for them, since it's clear they can't sleep with each other without deep-rooted feelings getting in the way.

Furiously in denial, the idiotsinlove are determined to prove Santana wrong. They separately ask her to set up a meeting between them, so she decides to play Cupid and tells each that the other had suggested the meeting place, and has them meet at the Gay Club they were reunited at.

They can barely keep their hands off each other after a few drinks, and are soon in a Taxi to Bas' house where they both state,

"This is the last time we EVER do this!"

But when Blaine confesses that he couldn't date the guy who was interested in him cause he wasn't Bas, Sebastian pushes him away telling him he loves him so much, but can’t give him what he wants.

Blaine is heartbroken (as is Bas!), and while they have both caught feelings all over again, they try to move on.

(Very) long story short, after a lot of Angst and turmoil, and a very emotionally-charged reunion, they decide they hate being Exes, get back together and run off to Paris to get married, after Bas tells Blaine he loves him more than he can ever quantify, that Blaine is his home, and that he needs to be able to tell him that every single day for the rest of their lives.

**This one will probably be published in the next couple of months, but in the meantime this is the title Graphic.** 💜