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We 100000% need a steve x eddie x reader fic. I love the trope of "two guys competing over one girl and everyone slowly realising that they have enough room in their hearts to love two people"
Hi, I got a little confused by this request. I wasn't sure if you wanted a love triangle or to be a romantic poly fic so I went with the poly fic with a hint of competition since it's what the people want😭😂 Also not proofread cuz I'm exhausted.
"Alright, dear, settle something for me-"
"Oh god, what now, Munson?" I whine tossing my book to the side and quickly hugging a pillow to my face to hide. Eddie throws himself down onto the bed beside my legs and Steve straggles into the room. Eddie pulls the pillow away from me with a smirk on his lips, looking up at me but my eyes move over to Steve who looks annoyed, his eyes lifted to stare at the cracks in Eddie's ceiling.
"Who's the better kisser?" Eddie asks suddenly, resting his chin on my thigh as Steve lets out an exasperated groan. "C'mon pretty boy, let's put an end to this argument once and for all and just ask her ourselves." He shrugs with a chuckle, looking back at our boyfriend with a teasing look, sending him a wink that Steve definitely does not appreciate. Steve looks to me and holds his hands out, begging me to throw him a bone.
"Obviously, you're the only one who can answer this." Steve huffs, moving to flop down beside me on the bed with the cutest puppy dog eyes gazing up at me through his lashes. It's clear to me that this is an argument that's been going on behind closed doors and away from my ears for a while because it appears that Steve looks overall tired with this topic.
Eddie on the other hand looks smug beyond belief.
"Not sure if I can answer this question without offending someone." I chuckle, wrapping an arm around Steve's shoulder and pulling him to me, loving the way he seems to mold into my side without hesitation. He rests his head on my chest, legs curled up cutely and Eddie's brows pull together handsomely, his body rolling to lay between my legs.
"Color me intrigued." He chuckles, looking between Steve and I fondly, reaching up to brush some of Steve's hair from his forehead.
"Eddie, you seem awfully sure it's you that's the better kisser but," I tut, catching Steve's attention as his chin tilts up to look at me. His eyes suddenly have a glimmer of hope behind the pretty hues and he puckers his lips, inviting me in for a quick kiss, "I wouldn't be so sure about that." I whisper against Steve's lips, stealing another kiss with a giggle, listening to Eddie whine, knowing he lost this one fair and square.
"Harrington's always been one with the ladies, Eds- get with the program." Steve gushes, reaching down to pat Eddie's cheek sweetly but oh so condescendingly.
"I am so unbelievably hurt by this." Before he can scoot away, I wrap my legs around him, trapping him with his head resting against my stomach.
"C'mon, Eds. There's so many things you're better at than me." Steve coos, running his fingers through Eddie's curls. Eddie just shrugs, wrapping his arms around my thighs to sink further into me. "You're killer at guitar, you're way more funny than I am-"
"Well-"
"Don't interrupt." Eddie gasps and pinches my thigh and my head tosses back in laughter to rest against the pillow. "Go on." He urges quietly, pulling a snort out of Steve as he sighs.
"You're the pretty one out of the three of us- and I know you constantly call her beautiful and you call me pretty boy- I know." I can practically feel Eddie's cheeks warm up against my skin as he nuzzles into me, almost embarrassed at Steve's compliments.
"Plus, Steve and I have more experience kissing people, bubs." I shrug simply but the kind words pull something different from Eddie. He leans up to look at Steve and I, his eyes darker than they were just moments ago. His tongue sweeps out to wet his lips before whispering.
"Are you saying I need more practice because that's one thing that I'll take the time to study." He laughs quietly, gulping as I reach down to pat his cheek, my eyes looking to Steve who just grins.
"Practice makes perfect, Munson."
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Chess [28] - {ShikaTema AU}
Hey, hi, hello. I’m here, I’m alive, and I’m stuck inside my house like every other poor soul on the planet. So what excuses did I have to not finish off Chapter 28? Absolutely none.
This is possibly the dumbest chapter of this fic yet, but I figured everybody was probably in need of something a bit more lighthearted right now so...
I hope that everyone is doing ok, and give my absolute best to you all! You can do it - keep safe please :))
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CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Shikamaru pulled one of Kankuro’s hoodies over his messy hair with a grimace, and wiped the remaining sweat off his brow. “Are you sure I should be wearing this?” He felt dirty, and not just because of what the two of them had just done—again—that had actually been far less reckless than the first occasion, thank you very much.
But it didn’t feel right at all to be wearing this while his own jumper dried. “Not sure I’m totally comfortable with this, Tem. Don’t you have anything that doesn’t belong to your brothers?”
Pushing her own hair from her eyes, Temari raised her eyebrows. “You might’ve noticed that I’m a woman, and so I don’t exactly go out of my way to own many men’s clothes.”
He shoved his hands into the big pocket in the centre of the black hoodie and rolled his eyes to the back of his head. The Temari he knew best was back in the room, and even through her undeniably rose-tinted glasses she had to admit it was absolutely huge on him. It did look ridiculous. Maybe, now she thought about it, it was a little weird for him to wear that.
She jumped off the bed and toward her wardrobe. “You know what? You’re skinny…” Frantically she sifted through the bottom of the unit and pulled out a lavender sweatshirt. “So you’ll probably fit in this one. Take that off.”
“Christ,” he mumbled, pulling it over his head and dropping it on the bed. “Quickly though, woman, I’m freezing.”
Temari shook her head as she threw the jumper at him. She watched intently as he put it on, and his torso disappeared from view once more. Blinking herself out of her stare, she saw how his eyebrows had raised.
“You aren’t subtle, are you?”
“Excuse me,” she spat. “You didn’t have to come up here!”
A smile spread across his expression. “I basically did,” he scoffed, sitting back down on her bed. “You begged me to stay.”
“And you listened. Could’ve ignored me.” Temari squinted at him, sarky as anything, and her hips swayed as she walked out of the door. She thought about putting some trousers on before she braved the hallway, but something in her wanted the satisfaction of his jaw dropping as she sauntered out, and while she couldn’t see it, the clearing of his throat told her enough. “Back in a minute.”
“W-where are you going?” he stuttered.
“Just put some trousers on.”
“Wow—hypocritical woman.”
“This is my house!”
She slammed the bathroom door with a giggle and scurried over to the sink. Immediately her reflection caught her, and her gut felt empty. What was she doing? Why had she done that—again? Last time it was him, and she’d kept some of her dignity knowing that, but this time it was entirely on her. The smudged eyeliner, the patches of missing foundation, and the mess that sat atop her head: all of it screamed mistake.
But she could not, for the life of her, stop smiling.
With a simple flick of the wrist the tap was on, and she wiped away the mess on her face, slapping her cheeks a couple of times to remind herself how real this was. She tore a brush through the messy hair and let it all fall how it wanted, perfectly aware that she didn’t have the necessary equipment at hand to tame it. Not once did she think about the fact that, as of yet, the man currently perched in her bedroom would’ve seen her in every state after she stepped out of that door, but the nervous smile on her face remained. Temari cared so much what he thought of her, but she knew without a shadow of a doubt that when she walked out of the bathroom she would be met with the same grateful and somehow unenthusiastic eyes. And she knew that behind that look was a great deal more care than he could visually express. But he didn’t need to. She knew.
Temari slapped her cheeks once again and rubbed her eyes, when she suddenly heard muffled shout followed by a loud click.
Her heart sunk, and her stomach flipped.
The door.
That meant one of two things: either he’d gone, which given his general manner was a possibility but a slim one, or someone was home. The latter meant hoping and praying with her whole being that she had shut her bedroom door behind her, Shikamaru had heard and thus hidden himself away, and—most importantly of all—it wasn’t Kankuro.
Without a moment to spare, Temari flushed the toilet and threw open the bathroom door, looking around, only to find Gaara stood in the doorway of her bedroom up the hall, a somewhat disgruntled look on his face. He turned to her, astonished, and shook his head.
Oh, thank God. Gaara.
“Gaara…” she repeated out loud, barefoot and easing towards him.
“Temari,” he replied. He beckoned her closer, and she obeyed regretfully, her head hanging slightly, and every ounce of pride she’d felt as she looked in the mirror a moment ago had gone. When she was finally close enough, he pulled her into a massive hug and buried his face in her neck.
She frowned, and peered over his shoulder into her room. A lump of black hair peered over the edge of the bed and immediately ducked down.
Thank god, she thought, sighing with relief as she caressed her brothers back slightly.
“Whats the matter?” she whispered. “Was it your date?”
Gaara didn’t seem as though he was going to cry or anything, he just felt floppy in her arms. “Yes,” he mumbled. “He was utterly bonkers.”
Shikamaru was spying again and frowned. He started miming spirals around his head, and Temari mouthed a stern ‘shut up’ before forcing her attention back to Gaara. “Was it that bad?”
“Not at all, and I suppose that’s the problem,” sighed Gaara. “I’m not sure exactly what I was expecting, but part way through eating I started worrying, because this man was properly strange and yet there I was; totally up for it.”
“Been there,” she chuckled. This, unsurprisingly, earned an eye-roll from her hidden companion.
“But really,” said Gaara, “it felt so wrong for me to feel suited to someone like that; somebody so loud and so extroverted. He was so lively, so cheery, and he was constantly talking—I barely even got a word in.”
Temari pulled away from their hug, giving Shikamaru a subtle glare as she did. “Sounds a bit self absorbed if you ask me.”
“No, not at all!” he insisted, slightly bashful. “Whenever I did speak he looked at me like what I was saying could not have been anymore important. It felt…” Gaara paused and looked into her room. “It felt easy, you know?”
“Good!” She smiled, genuinely happy that her brother had found somebody who showed promise in caring about him in the right way. “Well, I’m glad you had a great date.”
He nodded. “You, too.”
Temari scrunched up her face. “What do you mean?”
“With Shikamaru,” Gaara clarified. He crossed his arms and sighed. “That is where you went today, isn’t it?”
She had nothing to say for herself except trying, “Um…no?”
“You can come out, Shikamaru, if that is you,” Gaara sighed, and gave his sister a sombre smile. “You gave it a good go, but I knew as soon as I saw the jumper on the bed.”
With an awkward shuffle, Shikamaru got to his knees, but he daren’t stand up. Temari was glad for this unexpected awkwardness, but only in that moment did she realise that lack of trousers on her legs, and thus how what Shikamaru was doing it made the situation somehow more awkward.
The silence was unbearable, and as Gaara looked from her to Shikamaru, awkwardly rubbing his neck as he always seemed to be, Temari couldn’t bear it. She started to awkwardly chuckle and leant against the doorway. “It isn’t what it looks like.”
“Temari,” warned Gaara, “I’d argue it’s exactly what it looks like.”
“Hey, man.”
Temari’s eyes shot to Shikamaru, giving him a ‘shut-your-damn-mouth’ look, but he didn’t seem capable of paying any attention to it. The awkwardness had failed, and the oddly carefree bluntness was shining through.
“Shikamaru,” he smiled, holding out his hand across the bed. “It’s nice to finally meet you, you know, not over a phone.”
Gaara walked deeper into the room, leant over and shook his hand giving a sort of polite grunt in response. Meanwhile Temari stood on the sidelines, feeling undoubtedly like an idiot and by no means ready to be made an example of by her younger sibling.
“I’m assuming,” Gaara said, “that, like my sister, you are in fact not wearing trousers.”
Shikamaru’s mouth fell agape, and he spent the next ten seconds wrestling with his hair to get it up into a ponytail. “Well, erm…”
“Yes, okay, I thought as much.”
Temari hated the fact she couldn’t see Gaara’s face, but she knew if it was bad when he turned around she would probably cry. That wasn’t exactly something she wanted to do right now. Sure, in front of Shikamaru there had been the odd tear this evening alone, but no full on guilty sobbing, and that’s what she could feel brewing.
But then she saw Shikamaru looking at her and start biting his lip. He could see she was embarrassed, couldn’t he? He could tell she was uncomfortable, for sure, almost as uncomfortable as he appeared to be. Something was happening to his eyes that terrified her, and she new before he even moved that she was going to be powerless to this man’s stupidity all over again.
As he started to stand up she felt her eyes widening, and she almost ran towards him to get him to stop, but she was frozen solid.
And so there he was, just standing there at the far end of her bedroom in her purple jumper—which somehow still looked too big for him—and his boxers, arms crossed over his chest at the loss of pockets. How in any part of his mind was this a solution? How could he possibly think this could make anything better? What was worse was that Temari could see the ticking behind his tired eyes as he clearly scanned his own brain for a reason why he’d done this. He even opened his mouth to speak at one point, but a mere squeak came out, and Temari almost choked.
Suddenly Gaara’s shoulders started to quiver, and Temari felt herself creeping forward. “What?” she queried, grabbing a pair of joggers off her floor. “Gaara, what?”
He almost squeaked as he started speaking, and only then did she register it was a laugh. “I come home to find my sister and her boyfriend mid way through fornicating—”
She winced. “Oh, Gaara, any word but that one please.”
“Boyfriend or fornicating?”
“Both!”
Gaara cleared his throat and tried to calm down a little, but Temari could now see him chewing the inside of his cheek. “But then he shakes my hand and stands up whilst he has no trousers on, as if he has absolutely no shame.”
“Oh, man,” Shikamaru grimaced. “I can promise you I am utterly full of shame.”
“For what? Being with my sister?”
At this point Temari could see what was happening, and thought it best it ended right now. “Shikamaru…”
“No, no, not at all, mate,” he pandered. “I, um, we’re not actually…together. That wouldn’t be right, I just…we didn’t even, um—I just…” His eyes fluttered to the radiator on which his jeans were. “My clothes got wet, while we were out, so Tem—I mean Temari said I could borrow something?”
Temari sat down on her bed and rubbed her eyes. “Shikamaru, don’t bother. He’s a lawyer.”
“Fuck.”
At this point, Gaara somehow still seemed amused—happy even. Clearly he wasn’t quite impressed with the situation, but he didn’t look angry. This—the game of guilt he was playing with Shikamaru—was just one of his twisted interviews he liked to give people, thinking they were funny.
“Look, man, I’m sorry,” pleased Shikamaru. “I didn’t mean to offend anybody, ok? God this is just such a pain, I’m sorry, man.”
Gaara frowned. “Why?”
“Shikamaru, stop grovelling,” Temari sighed. “He’s not mad at you, he’s just being an asshole.”
“Excuse me, dear sister?”
“Come on, you know you are,” she groaned, punching him gently in the gut before looking back at Shikamaru’s worried expression. “Relax. He does this.”
Shikamaru hardly looked at ease, but he nodded and frowned slightly. “Can you pass me my jeans so I can pretend I didn’t just meet your brother in my underwear?”
“Don’t bother,” Gaara chuckled. “Would you mind if I had a word with my sister, however?”
His eyes shifted to Temari who nodded precariously. “Sure.” He sad back down behind the bed, sinking down into what she would only assume was a puddle of inconsolable embarrassment—that’s how she’d feel in his shoes—as Gaara dragged her into the hallway.
“What were you thinking?” he whispered at her, shutting the door.
Temari groaned and rubbed her eyes. “I know, I know—I’m shameful, you don’t need to tell me.”
“No, I didn’t mean doing him again.” Gaara blushed, as if he actually felt awkward. “I meant bringing him back here.”
“What?”
“What if Kankuro was here?”
“But he’s not,” she retorted. “I knew you were both out, I’m not stupid.”
“To be honest with you, Temari,” Gaara sighed, “I feel really bad for that man.”
“You’re not mad at him?”
“Mad at him? For what?”
“I don’t know, for sleeping with your sister?”
Gaara shook his head, chuckling. “No, what you guys do isn’t my business,” he said, calmly and matter-of-factly. “However, he didn’t deserve to have to meet me in his pants.”
“You say that to me like I had any idea this would happen.”
“Would you have liked to meet his sister in your bra?”
“He doesn’t have a sister.”
“Mother, then.”
Temari rolled her eyes. “That’s completely different, Gaara.”
“How is it different?” he shot back. “I apologise if I seemed harsh on him, I was merely trying to lighten the mood, but it seemed clear to me that he wanted to make a good impression.”
“You think?” she laughed. “Why would he want to do that?”
Her brother frowned and stepped back from her. “I would think because he cares about you, and he wants to stick around?”
She deflated her stiff shoulders and leant against the wall. “As if.”
“He could have left by now, Temari, but he’s waiting patiently in that room.”
“He’s just too awkward to leave, Gaara. Who wouldn’t want to after that?”
There was a slight gentle knock from inside her room, and the door creaked open the slightest crack to reveal Shikamaru in all his lanky glory, hands safely in pockets of his jeans—thank god he’d clothed himself—biting on his lip. “I’m sorry I fucked up. This really isn’t how I wanted to meet you, man,” Shikamaru sighed. “And I’m sorry, Tem, that this is how I am. I don’t know what to do in the moment without a plan.”
Temari closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She slowly reached out and tugged on his pretty purple sleeve slightly. “It’s fine. You need a smoke?”
He nodded, leaning against the threshold. “If you want me to go home, I can. Either of you, that is.”
“Nonsense,” interjected Gaara, before Temari could even get a word in. “There’s a huge window in my room that opens out a great deal. Just sit by that—no need to go out into the cold then.”
Shikamaru nodded. “Thanks, man,” he said, fishing a cigarette from his pocket and placing it between his lips. “You really don’t have to.”
“I repeat: nonsense. Just shut it when you’re done.” Gaara smiled softly and point in the direction of his bedroom.
As Shikamaru raised a hand in recognition, Temari engulfed her little brother in a huge hug, squeezing so tight Gaara was unsure she’d ever let go. She kissed his forehead and ruffled his hair a little bit with a big grin. “Thank you,” she whispered. “Thank you so much for not being mad at him.”
Gaara shrugged and elbowed her. “We all know I’m the cool brother,” he joked, and stepped back towards the stairs. “Besides, he is pretty attractive, I cannot blame you. Keep hold of him.”
“We aren’t together Gaara,” she groaned, rolling her eyes.
“Nobody is buying that.”
“Shut up.”
She looked over toward him, perched on the windowsill and exhaling a drastic amount of smoke out into the night air. Even now he had his jeans back on, she couldn’t expel the picture of him stood stiffly without them, staring awkwardly at her brother, and she started to chuckle as she heard Gaara patter down the stairs.
“Are you seriously laughing at me?” she heard him muttered. His dark eyes shot her way, half-open with the slightest mischievous glimmer, and she immediately giggled. “You are. What a bitch.”
Temari’s eyes widened. “Wow, brave move from the man who thought that was a good move!” She shuffled into Gaara’s bedroom, feeling the cold of his wooden floors hit her toes and work its way up her bare legs. As she moved closer she slipped on the joggers in her hands before reaching out to him. “Gimme.”
“Give you what? My hand?”
She blushed. “The cigarette, idiot.” He held it out and she snatched it, perching herself beside him. “That really was,” she said between tokes, “the most stupid I’ve ever seen you.”
Shikamaru rubbed the back of his neck. “I’d argue but let’s be real here, I haven’t got a leg to stand on, have I?” She shook her head and he immediately began to chuckle. “I think I know why I did it.”
“No…” Temari exhaled and handed it back to him, shaking her head. “There cannot be any real cognitive thought gone into that. I refuse to believe it.”
The laugh he had barely dwindled as he puffed on the cigarette and tapped the ash outside. “Sadly, yeah.” His eyes focused in on her and pulled the corners of his mouth up into a massive great big smile. “You looked so embarrassed, you know?”
She cocked her head at him. “Why does that mean you do that?” She was doing an awful job of containing her giggles. “Surely then you keep your legs very much hidden behind the bed?”
“Yeah, right,” he chuckled, blushing. “You’re completely right, but apparently my brain went awol and decided I needed to make myself as embarrassed as you looked.” He took a long drag and hung his head, shaking it as he laughed out the smoke. “As if that would have actually made you feel any better.”
“You wanted to be embarrassed?” she laughed. “Are you ill?”
“I don’t know—you tell me!” He dropped the dying cigarette out the window into the rain after one final puff. “Forget it.”
“I can’t do that.”
“No, ‘course you bloody can’t.”
Temari giggled, unable to focus on anything but his eyes and how genuinely happy they were. If he had really stood up to try and embarrass himself—so that the two of them were then ‘in it together’ if you will—then that was the most ridiculous and sweetest thing anyone had ever done for her. And, frankly, she wasn’t sure how to process that. She wouldn’t have done that—the thought wouldn’t even have crossed her mind! But her mind wasn’t like Shikamaru’s. It was far less complex, and obviously far less daft at times, and perhaps, she thought, even a little more selfish.
She stepped a closer to him, the tips of her toes touching his, and she looked up at him. Her eyes were narrow, her lips pouted slightly. “Shikamaru,” she said.
“Tem?”
“I’m not gonna lie, I am not so good a person that I would meet your family in my underwear to make you feel less of an idiot.” She raised her eyebrows. “Partially because it doesn’t work, but also I’m just not up for it, alright?”
He smirked. “I totally understand.”
“I will wear clothes that belong to me and cover what needs to be covered.”
“And I’m sure they will be very grateful.”
She could feel his hand encroaching on the small of her back, and she wriggled a little closer into his grip, resting her head on his chest. Her arms weaved round his torso as her mouth settled into a smile. “Thank you, though,” she told him. “For not wanting me to feel alone.”
Shikamaru shook his head with a smile, and buried his face in her hair. “You always stop me feeling alone. It’s the least I could fail to do.”
The two of them laughed softly, Shikamaru pressing a kiss on the top of her head as his eyes opened to the room of a stranger. He held her closed to him and felt all the warmer despite his wet trousers with her sweetly giggling with him.
When a figure appeared in the doorway with a mug of tea in his hands and a wide, proud smile, Shikamaru noticed only one of those things. And, with it, he proudly pressed an even more sincere kiss onto the woman’s forehead as she pried herself away from him. He looked down into his favourite colour, that miraculous shade of so many different hues amalgamated into the perfect shade, and smiled.
“You work at a florist,” said Gaara from the doorway. “Can I be a pain and ask you to put aside four litres of soil for me on Monday?”
Temari’s head turned to shush her brother, but Shikamaru’s eyes didn’t move an inch, and over the woman’s squabbles he said a loud, “Yeah, man—no worries.”
“Shikamaru, don’t. He’s just trying to interfere.”
Shikamaru shrugged and rubbed the small of her back. Time slowed, almost to a halt, as she looked back at him and frowned. Every little wrinkle around her skeptical eyes, the frustrated smirk worming its way onto her lips, it all pointed him in the direction of some overwhelming—and really quite terrifying—feeling.
Oh, fuck, he realised as she starting laughing again, squeezing his hands once and turning away. Holy fuck.
“Are you coming downstairs with us then?” Temari teased, strolling out of the room, and looking back at him when he didn’t move. “You alright?”
He nodded feebly and tucked his hand back in his pocket to grab the familiar cardboard carton. “Fine. I’ll be down in a sec.”
Temari nodded and sauntered off with a smile, but Gaara hung back, and the eyes of both men locked for a second. “You sure everything is ok?” asked the redhead calmly. “You look a it shaken all of a sudden.”
The flame of Shikamaru’s cheap, plastic illuminated his face for a moment as they stared. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but Shikamaru didn’t know what to say. He felt far too flooded with emotions to reply, but it was weird not to. “Yeah, I’m sound,” he smiled, raising his hand in a little salute. “Don’t worry about me.”
“She can be a bit of a handful,” observed Gaara, “but it’s worth it.”
“You don’t have to tell me that,” he chuckled.
Gaara nodded. “She’s the best sister in the world.”
Shikamaru smiled. “I’ll be down in a sec, mate.”
“She cares a lot about you, Shikamaru,” he told him, a hint of warning in his voice. “I’m sure you feel similarly.” Before he could reply, Gaara nodded. “I know, don’t worry. I’ve been where you are—it’s hard to know how to feel.”
The unlit cigarette between Shikamaru’s fingertips shuddered. “It was,” he mumbled, “but now I don’t know…”
Gaara smiled and took a sip of his tea. “I didn’t say this, and I’m not encouraging you, but you are allowed to feel it.”
Before then Shikamaru might’ve asked what ‘it’ was, or shrugged his shoulders at the man, but he didn’t need to do that any more. Instead he smiled and lit his cigarette, nodding at the kind-hearted soul in the doorway, because he did know, and he did feel it. There was no reason to fear or deny it anymore.
There was no chance in hell he was going to be able to tell her or anyone, and it terrified him to his very core. There wasn’t some sudden extra warmth in his heart, or an overwhelming sense that his life was never going to be the same. It was just suddenly there, at the forefront of his mind, impossible to ignore. He hated it, and he never wanted it to change.
He loved her—with every part of his being he loved her, more than he’d ever loved anything. And now he felt it, he physically couldn’t stop feeling it.
But, as his brain always did, it focused in on the most pressing detail of this new situation. He would have to stop, for one of the millions of reasons it wasn’t right. Worse than that, was the fact that he couldn’t even imagine how he’d do that.
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Okay I really wanted to analyse this chapter bc I've never done that before so I thought for the final chapter I would 🥰
I'm working in my notes and writing down my thoughts as I read so here we go:
Omg the domesticity between felix and hyunjin is ADORABLE its something I've notice but never said, but you've written the simple domestic things really well. Like some fic writers spend too much time creating a scene and write unnecessary details because they think that's what everyone does but in reality, things little things actually all matter and you've captured it all perfectly, in just the first part
MINHO AND YEJI MINHO AND YEJI MINHO AND YEJI
THEYRE SO FUCKING HOT
PLS
I WANNA DATE THEM 😫😫
ahem....anyway
Ugh the character building...bless yn for not holding onto the past too much! Sure the thought of seojun would be unsettling but im proud of her for not letting it eat her up🥺
Oh my god woo has no shame...I fucking love him!! 🥰🤩
Seojun I'm gonna smack you across your face and send you flying over the Mexican border...don't fuck with my jinnie and yn
Hwang boy.....SPEAK THE FUCK UP ABOUT YOUR GIRLFRIEND OMFG
DUMBASS
FIRST SEOJUN NOW CHAEYOUNG
IMMA BE A WWE FIGHTER BY THE END OF THIS KDKSKOSJSKS
OKAY BUT BESTIE WOOYOUNG
HYUN I LIKE YOU....BUT I LOVE THIS WOOYOUNG AAAAHHH NO I DONT WANNA STOP TALKING IN CAPS
SOMEONE GET ME A BOY LIKE WOO PLS
MY HANNIE FINALLY ARRIVED
I am so whipped for that man ugh yes
Also THANK YOU HYUNJIN FOR SHUTTING CHAEYOUNG THE FUCK UP BEFORE I ROAST HER IN THAT BONFIRE -_-
Shut up I want someone to chase me down the street to an art exhibition 😫😫
Wait
Context
Please
YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN
Okay nah fuck this I gave up ...I got way to immersed in the end....the sex scenes...Jade....baby...bestie the sex scenes are so good....my weakness😭😭😭
Ugh I hate it's come to an end but it's just so beautiful 100000/10
I wish I could express more in words but I just can't...its simply amazing and beautiful....watch me read it again and again!! I'm so proud of you and happy aaahhh
I LOVE YOU❣❣❣
i read the first line and i was so happy 😭 thankk you for analyzing it, it’s my favorite thing ever when somebody does that, and you are also my favorite thing so 🥰🥰🥰🥰 i will also analyze your review😄🤨
ahhh, you’re the first one that pointed out the hyunjin and felix scene, i had so much fun writing it, im so glad you liked that 😭😭
MINHO AND YEJI INDEED. hahahaha that was all for you, their #1 shipper 😘 yes date them.
yn matured so much 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻 hearing about seojun, the same girl she felt insecure of for so long, i would have been like bitchhh 😭😭👋🏻 lol im kidding, but yeah, im glad you noticed that she grew.
please the way you love woo and han 😭😭 he is a sweetheart.
thank you for loving the sex scenes i had so much fun writing them but im bad at smut or self conscious so thank YOU 💗💗💗
thank you for everything, im so glad i met you because of this story and that you love it so much. i love you, thanks for sending this in, i read it all with a smile on my face 😁😁
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,,,,okay i know i just said i wasn’t going to talk about the deh movie but actually yeah imma talk about it for just a sec bc y’all actually make me legitimately distressed sajkfndsmjkgds
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hLQ_A0H1otc i dont have the braincells to do a shot by shot analysis right now but here’s what we’re lookin at
under a readmore because ghhhhhhh
firstly, let me lead with this: yes, from what we know, there’s a lot of things wrong with this movie.
the worst, in my humble opinion, being the bts treatment of the (very few) actors of color, and the lack altogether of any production team members of color. that’s something that should be acknowledged, talked about, and fucking dug into especially at the current fucking period of time we’re living in. it’s unsurprising, but disgusting nonetheless, and it set this movie up for failure from the very beginning. i’m a white person so by no means so i feel inclined or like i have any authority in saying what one should feel wrt all of that, however i will say if there’s to be a boycott in not watching this movie, that should 100% be the reason why. it’s fully poc’s choice whether or not to forgive the production team or give this movie a chance for the irredeemable shit it did in regards to handling the movie’s production. the movie imo definitely doesn’t deserve their forgiveness, but again, that is not for me to say.
there’s some little things too that i can’t fully think of off the top of my head - like, the whole making larry connor’s stepdad thing fucking irks me, for example, but, like...... listen.
if you know me like at all, you know my favorite word is nuance.
so, i’m going to say it outright: the way you people are approaching this three minute trailer shows literally.... none?? no nuance ??? is it no-nuance november over here or ???? like i’m begging you i’m BEGGING YOU to put aside your pre-determined prejudices against this movie and like stop pretending to be a renowned film critic for ten seconds because it’s really not as outright fucking abysmal as you are saying!! and also it’s possible to have opinions that aren’t completely fucking polarized to one side because guess what, the deh movie? a piece of media! what is the shit y’all are constantly preaching about having the ability to consume media critically ? because you’re trying to cancel a fucking trailer based on the contents of the trailer alone !!!!! hello !!!!!!!!
media is bound to be problematic. if y’all were as quick to judge any movie as you did this one, guess what you wouldn’t be watching any movies like ever <3
anyway lets get into the parts that are probably going to get me cancelled lmao
ben platt - listen. LISTEN. listen i know he’s too old to be reprising evan we ALL know he’s too old to be reprising evan i’ve heard this same argument since the announcement was made we get it we all know. haha he’s a grandpa yes bestie ur so right ur so funny wow. i do agree that we should’ve maybe had a not-ben-platt evan moment but here’s some things to keep in mind: the arguments of “oooh ABF is right there !!!!!!” 1. who’s to say he was available? 2. the environment of a movie is so, SO much different than that of a musical -- as much as you wanna pretend you know everything from just a trailer, there’s no way of knowing what scenes were added that might’ve made the movie like.. idk possibly more intense story-wise not even COUNTING the fact that just inherently a movie set is different than a musical one? like yes ben platt might be just being used as a device but that’s probably not the sole and only reason. Also, if i see One (1) more comment about his FUCKING HAIR 😃 first of all it’s not that deep like... if you’re so distracted by an actor having their hair different that’s on you, but going as far as to call it bad or distracting or being like Vehemently a way about it? y’all i know it’s most likely not your intention but that is literally just ben platt’s natural fuckin ETHNICALLY JEWISH hair sajknfgkjds!!!! i’m not the first to make this point, but like dsjnfkjdsg!??! y’all are being so mean about it and for WHAT? again, maybe not intentional, but it reads as like high key Very antisemetic and you should.... maybe not 😳 be that way
connor. the thing about a trailer is that they don’t show you all the scenes because they want you to come see the movie. right? can we agree on that? all the connor scenes in the trailer had SEVERAL hard cuts, omitting a lot of the scene -- like the computer lab scene! we see the beginning of it, there’s a VERY obvious hard cut, and then he’s running out! in my opinion my first watch through of this trailer i had a very like “:// hmm all these actors feel a lil like dry”, but man oh man the comments ive seen about connor. holy shit guys. this boy gets 7 minutes of stage time in the actual musical, and the whole thing is we DON’T KNOW VERY MUCH ABOUT HIM. not to burst your bubble, and i by no means hate connor, i love me some good connor lives fics and stuff, but everything we write with connor being alive? that is !! speculation on our part !!!! those are headcanons and us using the little context we have!! connor doesn’t have any significant development IN THE SOURCE MATERIAL that is being adapted into a movie !!! you 1. can’t fully judge a character with already limited screentime in a 3 minute trailer, 2. can’t really call what connor has canonically in the musical as in depth character development !! what is his arc then !!!! he pushes evan, goes to the computer lab, has an outcast loner kid moment, gets upset, takes the letter, DIES. sorry stans, that’s just how it is !! and, AND, everything in between, all the idiosyncracies, that depends on the actor playing connor! speaking of, you know who the actor is playing connor in the movie? that’s right, colton ryan! so, i don’t know, maybe... have some trust in the process, in an actor who ALREADY has played connor on broadway???? and also trust that you will get more connor content then u are seeing from a 3 minute trailer!! dhgnijsdg and some of the comments on like his appearance specifically? like are you really made that he doesn’t have long hair?? they kept his nails and his rings but nahhh the hair was apparently a MUST HAVE (even though like.. not all connor actors on broadway always had/have long hair but w/e).. REGARDLESS. tldr on THAT , the movie would have to do a pretty shitty job if they want to take something from someone who doesn’t have much to begin with and i think y’all are being extremely harsh on this point
jared. honestly i’m a bit worried too about the like... name change, because it does have the potential to be taking out some representation, but... they did change the name to fit the actor’s ethnicity? it’s a really [hmm] topic because, again, from a trailer and from what we have been told we don’t KNOW a lot of the context, but i think it’s important to remember that uh.. jewish people aren’t just? always white ?? there’s a possibility they changed the last name to fit with the [ethnicity] while keeping him jewish?? ofc there’s the possibility that they Didn’t and ... again hm that’s its own thing altogether but just reiterates the point that you can’t knock a whole movie just based on the trailer. you can’t talk about things you know nothing about.
alana. same thing as before, you can’t.... completely bash a character based on a 3 minute trailer. there was discussion about how she seemed ‘shy’ when talking to evan, which like.. maybe she is but also that scene was them talking in a library like if u actually take notice of what’s happening in the scene jdskngsd though i do share the general consensus with many others that she won’t get a lot of screen-time but that’s neither here nor there 😔 moving on
scenes and the setting. one of the things i was most like.. tentative about in regards to a switch from a musical to a movie was how they were like... going to do certain scenes? naturally, a lot has to be different when we’re going from a minimal stage set to an entire movie with like.. settings. there are going to be new scenes because a movie lends to have like, physical places that aren’t just [evan’s bedroom] and [murphy kitchen] and [implied school]. so new scenes, new conversations, slightly different pacing.. this is all to be expected right like are y’all geneuinely surprised here or ........
there’s a lot we aren’t seeing yet because this is a TRAILER. again i already mentioned this re: connor but like... again, y’all are making some Claims that just... fucking outlandish. there are so many moments in the trailer that are very obvious Hard Cuts. you don’t have all the information yet. you are angry at a tiny fragment of something that is confusing you because you don’t have all the context. is there a chance that some of this shit is just genuinely Bad? yeah but you really cannot 100000% say it with your chest and gauge it without seeing the movie and understanding what that scene is in context. lowkey uhhh saw some jokes about the zoe scene in the car and :’))) ? jesus? christ????
concluding thoughts because my brain hurts but like. you don’t have to like the movie. you don’t have to WATCH the movie. like all media if you choose to consume the movie you should do so with some CRITICAL THOUGHT. but, just like the novel (and i do not want to have any discussions about that i don’t care if you think it’s good Or bad that’s not what this is about) you guys are going in this WANTING to believe it’s bad and completely polarizing your thoughts on what this is going to be. yeah, maybe there shouldn’t be a movie. i genuinely think we could’ve gone without. but it’s just a piece of media, it’s not a progression like all your (musical is good, novel is bad, MOVIE IS WORSE OH NO) posts are suggesting. they are all just. different pieces of media stemming from a source. at the end of the day it’s just a fucking movie. if you already hate it so much, guess what? you don’t have to watch it! you don’t have to put so much needless fucking hate into a 3 MINUTE TRAILER. you can stop being performative and dissing it for its poor treatment of POC while then going on to make fun of ben platt’s hair and just targeting a different group like! please !!!
i’m not trying to be a fuckin’ advocate for this movie because there’s so much opportunity for it to suck, i do Not have high hopes for it, and i’m not even really sure i want to watch it (i bought the novel when it came out and have yet to read it, and i’m sure the movie will like.. elicit very similar vibes from me lsdngjkdsg like im just not uhhh feeling it) but y’know what? watching the trailer did not bring forth the fucking onslaught of hatred in me that apparently has fuckin posessed all of y’all and like djnsgjksdg plagued my dashboard for this whole evening. don’t come into my inbox trying to like.. argue with me about this (preemptively im turning off anon because i like i Can’t lmao) this is just like... a rant i needed to get out of me real quick.
SO. tldr for now: have critical thought about shit you consume, there’s no ethical consumption under [the film industry], you can’t judge a movie entirely on its trailer, and y’all need to calm the fuck down
#garbage.txt#deh movie#ask to tag#irrelevant#bc this is lowkey a vent bc jfc#this isn't @ anyone btw this is just [in general mostly just from my dash] bc.. sighs#anyway im gonna refrain from making any more comment on this its just. frustrating.#edit: ok to rb
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First Date HCs With David Webster
warnings: meh some cursing but nothing major, it’s also very long I’m sorry- but the rest is just fluff, so eeee I hope you all like them! <333
words: 1.6k (ajsajhk i got carried away on these headcanons, i couldn’t help myself)
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First Date Headcanons with David Webster
So you see, of course our favorite Harvard boy will take you to the fucking aquarium (Cliche and obvious? Yes. But like where else, I mean seriously??)
When you first got together the first thing he promised you was an aquarium date, and well looky here, he fulfilled that promise.
Ok, so y’all pull up to the building and you can see waves of literal euphoria coming out of him. He’s just so adorable and he has a little bit of pep in his step when walking towards the entrance.
And then every time he walks, his poofy brown hair bounces up and down and the way the suns hits it is *chefs kiss*-
Even before you get to the entrance, your boyfriend is gushing about marine animals. They were short descriptions of a multitude of animals but they were so detailed and captivating, you couldn’t help but listen.
However, his voice was a bit distracting at times and you could find yourself zoning out while he talked.
A look of awe is plastered on your hand and your hold on his hand tightens ever so slightly.
It’s safe to say that you learned more about ocean animals in those brief moments than you ever could from your years in school.
Y’all bust in the aquarium like the iconic couple you two are (I’m so proud of you) and boy oh boy is David cute as hell.
Here he is-- a grown ass man who went to Harvard and literally served in WW2-- looking like a child discovering a shiny rock. You love it-
David is indecisive as hell and he had no idea where to go. He turns over to look at you with those beautiful eyes of his and you can’t help but smile.
You two pull up those maps of the building and you two plan out the rest of your date. Your fingers trail over the paper, trying to figure out where to go first.
You two make up this intricate schedule and you knowingly look at each other when your eyes find where the shark exhibit was.
But at the beginning of your date Web held your hand as you two viewed various wildlife vibin in the water behind the glass.
You were in heaven when you saw how the water played so beautifully on the your boyfriend’s face.
David was oblivious to how you stared at him in awe and you were oblivious to whenever he did the same to you.
You named a crab after Johnny and a particularly cute clownfish was named after Babe. You two had a heated discussion on who Winters was.
(Y’all never settled on anything. Web thought he’d be a red snapper. You personally think he’d either be a blue marlin or a swordfish.)
He called you his angelfish and you hit him on the arm for being so cheesy. After that he said that you were a flame angelfish instead and you could only playfully roll your eyes at him.
Get prepared for literally a shit ton of fish trivia this boy will never shut up and he just wants to gush about it to you, it’s very wholesome and sweet actually.
He knows a lot because he either has a whole 100000 page book about the sea printed on his brain or something or because he has the literal ocean in his eyes.
Look I can’t tell at this point-
The two of you were going to every single exhibit this aquarium had to offer and there was no stopping you.
Sadly that intricate schedule is unceremoniously yeeted out the window because when you head over to the next place you're stopping at you two see something else you like and head there instead.
“(Y/N)! I thought we were seeing the penguins next-”
“But Web, the seals! Look at the seal exhibit!”
You’re gripping his arm and looking at him with your stunning face, how could he say no to you?
So he lets an exaggerated sigh and nods his head as he tries to contain his grin.
You two went over to the seal exhibit instead kasjhd- Y’all still got to see the penguins, it’s all ight.
While gawking at the beautiful fish species you saw, Web seemed to know a heaping mount about a lotta of em. The facts he didn’t tell you earlier he says now and you’re just like “look at my smart Harvard boy go-”
The amount of times you wanted to just make a scrapbook that is dedicated to this day alone is nearly impossible to keep track of. The both of you wanted to cherish this aquarium date for all eternity.
Cause literally there’s this one moment where you’re looking over at tropical fish and Web was reading the description. Oh what would happen next-
As you’re admiring the way the small fishes swam gracefully Web legit goes on a rant on how they got some information on the Tiger Barb wrong.
This adorable idiot I- I can’t even at this point.
But Web holds you in his arms as he buries his face in your hair while looking at fish send tweet.
He also wraps his arms around your waist and he rests his head on top of yours. He makes comments about some of the fish and you just sink into his embrace.
Also one thing you did keep from your schedule after not following it was visiting the petting pool after you two ate lunch.
When I say that you two nyoomed over to the petting pool area I mean y’all nyoomed-- Like full Speirs mode on-- because Jesus Christ this is an aquarium and David will obviously take you to the petting pool.
You two arrived there and my Lord you swore that David was holding back a squeal. The two of you immediately rolled up your sleeves and went over to dip your hands to touch the animals in the pool.
The look you gave Web when you touched a cownose ray-- it was precious.
You also couldn’t hold your excitement as a few more smaller rays glided under the pads of your fingertips.
Then there were the horseshoe crabs and yknow those tiny fish that like swarm your hand and tickle you, yeah those too.
Y’all also chill it out and get to wash the jellyfish. The way the room was dark gave it a whole nother vibe, my loves.
Like in that jellyfish room, you two will most definitely just hold each other while gazing at the glass.
Bro, in the dim room, he’ll just pull you close and place a chaste kiss on your forehead and lips.
The bioluminescence of the jellyfish illuminates Webster’s face, making his features appear more sharp. Simping time commence, you two are a fine af couple.
Now time for the real kicker- It’s shark time
After dragging your ass to almost all of the other exhibits in the aquarium, Webster saved the shark exhibits near the end of the date.
Ohoho, was this boy eUPHORIC-
David is gripping your hand tightly and he’s constantly sending you smiles as you two walk closer to the entrance of the shark exhibit.
This is where Webster ascends out of his body, this is the second time he has (first time was when he met you and started dating).
You share his happiness and the utter vibes comin off from your boyfriend makes you so soft and full of glee.
Yknow his constant face when his eyes are focused on something and his mouth is just slightly parted? Well that is his face most of the time during your time there.
M o r e f a c t s.
Webster did write a wholeass book about them, what did you expect?
The utter passion and fascination in his voice really stands out whenever he talks about these beautiful babies-
Like sure, David sounds happy when he talks about other sea animals, but with sharks? Whole nother level.
It’s one of his biggest quirks and my goodness do you just stand there taking in all his facts as he goes on a tangent about different types of shark species.
The light in his eyes as they trail over as they trail over a sand shark swimming by. He’ll also just stare at a leopard shark while smiling because he loves them.
After leaving the shark exhibit after spending 1 hour in there with your boyfriend, you two decide to go home- But first, y’all buying some things from the giftshop.
Webster will spoil you and will buy you anything you want in the aquarium gift shop.
Wallets beware, you’d also do the same for him.
There was this jellyfish theme hat you saw and you made David try it on- He looked so fucking stupid but like a cute kinda stupid.
You regret not buying it when you had the chance-
However- You two got shark plushies together. You got a tiger shark plushy and he gots a hammerhead.
You two absolutely love them and you could’ve sworn you could’ve just burst from happiness when he showed you the tiger shark plush he got for you.
You two also bought those chonky seal plushies because I mean... I mEAN- Just look at em, they’re stunning of course you and Web had to get em.
With a day well spent with your boyfriend you just wanted nothing more but to lay with David on your bed as you run your fingers through your hair.
So you two leave the aquarium building smiling and laughing. Webster leans in a gives you another soft kiss on your lips and you let out a giggle.
The two of you are noticeably happier, and you two head back to the car. The date ends with your hand in his and your four new plushies in tow.
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a/n: it’s been so long since I posted a fic or writing of any kind. unfortunately, i’ll have to put a hold on my pt 2 for the roe fic i made and im procrastinating by writing hcs kasjadjk. i decided to make these for some of the lovely people in my discord server. i hope y’all enjoyed these hcs with web!
i love you all very much, stay safe and i send yall another round of my good vibes 😩💕💕
#band of brothers#band of brothers x reader#david webster x reader#david webster#band of brothers headcanons#hbo war#hbo war x reader#david webster headcanons
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happy 1st (belated) birthday sweetener!!!!!!🥺🤩can’t lie this fic is my main source of happiness so just wanna day a big fat thank you to miss @keepingupwiththeparkers for that! i feel like i’m like this fics..... godmother.....? or something like that i dunno, either way i’m definitely waaay to invested in this story but sometimes it be like that😌😌 anyway, i just wanted to say some of my fave bits and/or chapters bc i mean....... godmother duties✌🏼 (the fact i have fully claimed the title as godmother of a fan fiction is flashing neon-light sign that i am too invested but idgaf x)
the mood board is so hella sexy so that’s fun
speaking of sexy…... barista!tom in the first chapter HELLO KIND SIR
never have i ever, i mean just FUCK OFF? MAYBE? i dunno? go awaY? it’s just like there first like interaction that ISNT at the cafe and it’s so perfecto!!!!!!! him moving her out the way with his hand on her back MMMmMmmMmM and then the weird tention between them with the game OH AND when he thinks she there bc she wants to get with haz and he’s lowkey pissed off;) ugh DIVINE KATIE
lmao chance encounters, BOY!!!!!!!! his mini panic in the door way jsjsks and then like the whole viBeS i dunno!!!!!! cute!!!!! OMG and when he’s staring at her and harrison kicks him!! NOooooo!!!!! n then tom pouring his tea away just so he can see her for a minute….. the softest boy eva. it’s not up for debate
the one at the library is just like….. a classic😍 OK yano the selfie tom put on his story with messy hair and grumpy face? ya i wanna see that pls thank you. she brings him coffee and they watch MEMEZ!!!!!!!!!!! i die :( and then THEY HOLD PINKES FOR FUCKS SAKE!!!! N THEN THE LITTLEST CUTEST KISS EVER byeee byeeeeee
Wishful Thinking and Words of Wisdom… yo the convo between haz and tom in this chapter is so important to me lmaooo like there banta and shit just makes me so happy bc there not prick there just…… Dumb Boys u no? OOoohH and ofc his sex dream about her which NEEDS to be brought up again!!!!! and then him trying not to look at that little bit of skin where the blanket had ridden down and trying not to look at her pants when she moved her leg in the carrrrr!!! and the cheek kiss jsjsj!! just too good and too much crying to be done over it
The Snap is like as they said “what got it all going” lmaoooo OKAY can i just say the fact she didn’t fucking explode when he replyed with THAT photo and ‘gorgeous x’ is a miracle imo🤷♀️
aw omgggg Look At Me Now…… SO CUTE🥺 like it all flowed so well (so do the other chapters but this had like quite a lot of dialogue in it i think and it was just like …. smooth af) toms lol scene in the bathroom is so fucking funny to me bc i love he and his thought prosess lmao and then the Holding Hands Dilemma hahahahahah AND THE RUDE MAN WHO DIDNT SAY THANK YOU!!!! the thought of them in there little outfits walking up to the bus stop holding hands is…… too much. and then……….. the kiss…… just……. THE kiss. where he moves her hair and her lips r all sparkly and just it’s so perfect and i cry
okaY…….. Hoodie and Hormones…… they🥺 it’s just like them being all drunk and cute and when she walks up to him and he goes all 😍🤤 and his pals are all oiiiiiii lmao and there kiss at the bar 😰 nah😰 and at the end where he gives her his hoodie and like has his hand on her hip under it :(((( stop i cannot :((((
i mean………. the nineteenth hole….. katie katie KATIE!! you went HARD (so did he👀) firstly, the golf bit is so nice like them chatting away and him looking at her bum and her touching his bum oop and then like OMG him putting his hand on the headrest when he reverses lmaooooo heee!!!........ and then like…… my life changed forever🙃🙃bc i still havent recovered tbf…… there’s too much to say bc it’s all my fave part!!!! he was just so like reassuring and like safe but also like S E X Y lmaooo
awakenings….. she was a lowkey stressful one phahaha but also high key cute and sexyyyy like they wake up spooning (him squashing her) mand after weewees they have more snuggles and then…… he goes down on her and like she’s in her sexy little pj set and it’s all too much lol…… but then he suddenly HaS tO gO hOmE!!!! n then she sees Kim’s instagram and that he’s with her and DUN DUN DUN……. gonna have to wait a fucking month and a half to find out what happens🥰🥰 (i’m joking ily)
*longest month and a half of my life over* QUESTIONS AND ANWSERS!!!!!!!!! okay this was a cutie tho :((( he got his hair cut which was sad but also not bc FFH PRESS HAIR HELLO!!!! they have a little smooch and then he has boner and then she’s like NOPE HOW MANY PEOPLE WAS UR DICK IN BEFORE IT WAS IN ME HUH? but yh i do love he had a semi while they where having a deep chat lmaoo but ALSO his soft Boy was showing when he was talking about that weird date and she was playing with his hands 😭😭leave me alone. cya. OMG n then sexy times…… this was very GOOD sexy times bc it had been a while for them lol…… n then the pizza man came and then she feel asleep on him and then i stop so i can sob xxxxx
oooh deja vu!!!!!!! she was a long boy but a very good boy also, tom being a brave soul in the library lmao and then the smut was like Legendury lmao bc they went on the floor OOH and when she had already come like twice and he flipped her over like ME NOW PLS!! it was just all in all a 100000/10 chapter rly
taste of freedom was when i feel like they got close close like THAT was when they knew they where gonna be like besties as well🥺like eating maccies in the car and then tom couldn’t come in bc he knew he would fall asleep and he had exams the next day. uwu. ooooop i loveee this smut lmao it’s just very good lol. the angles he be hitting at also where fun and spicey so ya OMG when he holds her legs down i just wanna screammmmnmmmmmm!!!!!!!!!!!!!! omg and then they have a lil nap and a cuddle :((( which was just too far and too painful for me
good vibes and good times….. she was a vibe wasn’t she (literally not even a bit funny)...... but yh like she’s pm sat on him on the sofa which is all snuggley n then smooches with his hand like in her hair and then his FACE when he finds It polite cat mode lmaoo and then he’s being a little shit when he won’t give it back to her!!!!! n then when they meet at the club they have a big hug and then they eat chips togther and she can’t stop looking at the little devil horns in his hair lnao mood tho
hOKAYY falling, falling is a cracker bc i risked my life to fights for toms blow job lmao ur welcome boy x but yes very nice kt although the phone call at the end was a bit 👀👀but they’re cool it’s all cool
erm clarity was just offensive lmao like THE SMUT was just RUDE and i’m still SAD about it quite frankly 😌 tom being all sweaty when they have the Chat and him wheeling across the floor lmao but then like the smut and him going down on her YO AND THEN ‘can i smack ur arse’ IM NOW ONE WITH THE CLOUDS!!!!! CYA!!!! aw okay but then the shower smooches and his CURLY HAIR and at the end chilling and talking about rugby when she’s playing with his hair😭noooooooooo
omg ok i just reread trial and error and Okay u KnOw i adore sleepy tom 🥺🥺 hes just so babie!!!!! her saying to him ‘early night for you then’ get the fuck out of here!!!!!!! and then the HELLO KISS I CRY!!!!! n then obvs like …. THE WHOLE SMUT YES PLS!! especially him being so comforting when she’s like not sure AND later when he’s like i’m sorry i’m tired and hungover and she’s like it’s okayyyyyy! *sobs* n then somone comes home and tom is going to explode lmao and then he like collapses her and she’s like help i can’t breathe :( and then he spoons her and has a little sleep,,,,,, it’s safe to say i’m very upset
katie….. you know my thoughts on the match but i swear i will never shut up about it lmao i’m so sorry…….. everything is so uwu like snuggle in the morning and then the sweetest sexy times EVA and then tom wanting to be invisible when her and haz are talking lmao that still cracks me up…….. and then like i take a break so i can go to the bathroom and cry 😭😭 bc babie got a booboo!!!!!!!&!& but fr ‘she’s my girlfriend’ just made me wanna yeet of a bridge stg AND THEN THE WAITING ROOM SCENE!! OFC!!!!! HELP?!?! n then the forehead kiss and then 🥺😍😍🥺🥺🥺😍🥺😍🥺😍🥺😭😭😭😭😍🥺
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Blindsided
To say Hancock was protective was an understatement. He was downright hostile to anyone who messed with his sunshine. One snide comment will have you on the ground within seconds. He wasn’t about to let anyone make the one good thing he has in this screwed up world feel bad. In turn, Danai practically makes it her past-time to mess people up who insults her boyfriend. They both have insecurities, and to them, this was as healthy a way to help each other out as it would get.
Hancock loved this.
Just wandering around with his best girl. Them fighting together. The adrenaline paired with seeing his girlfriend gracefully dodge attacks and bludgeoning people's heads in always gave him a special kind of high.
After the last of the Gunners were taken out, Hancock pulled Danai in for a kiss, making her laugh in surprise. He pulled away with a peck on her cheek.
"Let's get some noodles at Diamond City. We're pretty close and I'm starving." Danai pulled his hand up to touch her cheek-a habit she formed when she wants to express her fondness without making eye contact. She's still convinced it unnerves people when she does-no matter how many times her boyfriend says otherwise. She keeps her eyes down as she grins wide, dimple showing on her right cheek.
"I'd love to sugarplum."
They're silent for a moment as Hancock loots the Gunners while Danai keeps vigil. Her ears could pick up on what others can't see anyway.
"You know I still don't know what a sugarplum is right"
That makes Danai chuckle a bit. "It's a good thing, I swear."
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After arriving in Diamond City, Danai immediately launched into a rant about how "If people here like Nick, then why couldn't they learn to at least tolerate other synths?" She looped their arms together. She always forgets to pay attention to her surroundings when she's gets heated like this. Hancock finds it adorable that she feels so passionately about something-though he mostly just likes her grabbing onto his arm like this.
With their focus on each other, they didn't notice a group of travelers approaching them. Anyone could tell these guys were trouble. And to the surprise of absolutely no one-no one except the enamored couple that is-one of them tripped Danai and she fell flat on her ass.
The travelers started laughing immediately at her stunned expression. The one who tripped her-a massive dude who looked like he'd been in plenty of fights before was being the loudest. Everyone else around them visibly cringed. The guards turned their backs. No one could stop the infamous mayor of Goodneighboor from fucking this guy up even if they wanted to. Everyone knew not to mess with his Sunshine.
After helping his girlfriend up, Hancock turned towards the travelers. His entire demeanor changed. He seemed relaxed and humored, but anyone with half a brain cell would notice the dangerous glint in his eyes and the way his smirk was just a tad to crooked to be anything close to friendly.
He sauntered over to the group and put a hand on the leader’s shoulder, squeezing just on the side of uncomfortable. The two lackeys stopped, noticing for the first time that this isn’t going to be good. The leader, however, seemed to have not gotten the memo and was still laughing slightly as he pats Hancock’s other arm.
“Oh come on! Me an’ the boys were just having a bit of fun yeah?.” Hancock squeezed just a little bit tighter, making the man in question flinch, but not back off. “No hard feelings right?”
Hancock sneered. He took his favourite knife out of his tailcoat and brandished it in front of the other man’s eyes. His eyes went wide. It seemed that, that was when he realized that the ghoul wasn’t being friendly in the least.“Of course not pal. No hard feelings at all.” He flipped the blade once before plunging it deep into the other man’s gut. He sputtered as his blood got all over Hancock’s hand. He fell down, dead.
All it took was a glance from the ghoul, and the other two ran off with their tail between their legs.
Hancock cheerily went up to Danai and pulled her into a hug with his clean hand while he kissed the top of her head. “I took care of those assholes for you, don’t you worry.”
She laughed a bit remembering the exact moment each of those guys went silent with fear. She kissed Hancock on the cheek before replying. “It sounded like they’ll never bother me again.” She looped their arms together like nothing happened and headed for the smell of noodles.
They ate for a bit before Danai quietly got his attention. He raised her eyebrows quizzically, but got caught off from saying anything when Danai suddenly kissed him. He wasn’t complaining though. “I really am thankful that you got those guys.” She reached over to squeeze his hand. “You’re the best boyfriend ever.”
Hancock felt so much affection and love he thought he was gonna burst. He took her hand and kissed her knuckles before he replied. “Anything for you Sunshine.”
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Danai was already having a crappy day.
It was bad enough that her home-her HOME got attacked by raiders and she had to haul ass to make sure they didn't kill everyone, leaving her exhausted in the process. One of the raiders even put a hole in her fucking arm. But of course, the universe just loves messing with her because not even an hour and 3 stimpacks later she got a message from Maxson saying she needed to clear out a supermutant infested building.
Her and Hancock handled that without many hiccups at least.
Around dusk, the duo arrived on the Prydwin to report the mission to Maxson. They didn't worry about Hancock being insulted after Danai threatened a scribe with a fat-man. She was proud when Maxson put a stop to his people talking trash after that.
That's why she was so surprised when she heard some stupid paladin's comment when they passed. She felt Hancock tense up beside her. So he heard. Even better. She'd enjoy this even more now. She turned around slowly in the direction of the paladin. Much to her satisfaction, she heard his breath hitch in fear when he saw her lift up her power fist to fiddle with it. She didn’t become the Brotherhood’s best operative by being nice after all.
“What. The fuck. Did you just say?” She was well aware of how Hancock felt about his looks. His insecurities about her only being with him because she couldn't see him. Despite her telling him she could never not love him. No matter what. And nearly everyone in the wasteland knew the lengths she would go for her loved ones. Especially Hancock.
The paladin swallowed-quite audibly she noted-and repeated himself, even if his voice shook a bit. No one said no to Danai. “I-I said. No wonder you stuck around with him, you can’t even f-fucking see him." His voice wavered a bit more there." I-I guarantee that if you could see his... nasty ass, you’d run for the hil-”
Paladin Stupid wasn’t able to finish his sentence. Danai knocked him out cold.
“Bad time to not be wearing your helmet sir.” She said the last word with so much venom that even Hancock flinched. The glare melted off her face as she turned toward where she figured her boyfriend was. All that was left was utter adoration. “Wanna get outta here? I suddenly don’t feel like talking to Maxson.”
Hancock smiled as wide as his face would go. It didn’t matter if he looked just a tad foolish with his full-toothed grin, Nora couldn’t see him anyway. That’s one (of many) things he loved about their relationship.
"Sure Sunshine. Love to." He slung his arms over Danai's shoulder as they walked over to a vertibird. Hancock was still beaming. She didn't even know until she felt it as he kissed the top of her head.
The both of them fully accepted the fact that they were gonna spend the rest of the day cuddled up while eating sugar bombs and watching pre-war vids. Or listening, in Danai's case. She liked to do this whenever either of them had a bad day. And it was both of them in this case.
It'd be just them basking in their love for one another while wrapped up in each other. A perfect ending to an otherwise shitty day.
IT’S FINALLY DONE!!!
I hope you all love it as much as Hancock loves Danai. I’d appreciate feedback!
im sorry about the pun title its all i could come up with lmao
This actually isn’t that much and i stressed over it so bad. I don’t know how some authors are out here writting 100000+ words. I’m actually not completely proud of this either, but since it’s only like the second fic i’ve finished and the first one i’ve posted, imma just chalk it up to “it be like that sometimes” :/
#tw: blood#tw: violence#minor violence sure#but its still there#hancock#fo4 companions#fallout 4#fallout#sole survivor
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a few weeks ago I begged @chargebolt-voltage to read Check! Please and they, amazingly, agreed and since then we’ve been screaming about it in our messages (with a heavy addition of all for the game content ofc) anyways i promised them a fic rec list so here we are
FICS UNDER THE CUT
at least it was here - @tallykale
Summary:
Eric Bittle never really envisioned himself ending up at Greendale Community College. (Most people at Greendale never envisioned themselves ending up there, for that matter.) But he’s here now, so he may as well make the best of a bad hand. He’s got a fresh life in Colorado, he’s probably going to pass French this year, and he never has to think about hockey or home again if he doesn’t want to.
What really comes out of left field is the study group.
(Community crossover/AU where life takes the scenic route and everyone meets at Greendale instead of Samwell. As per Greendale tradition, shenanigans ensue. Runs parallel to season 2 of Community, if you pretend that's set in 2015 and not 2010.)
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This is seriously one of my favorite CP fics I’ve ever read! The characterization is amazing, and I seriously adore how the relationships slowly build (and so realistically too!) I had never watched Community when I read this fic but this convinced to bingewatch three seasons in a week and half just so I could reread and catch all the references. Amazing!
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a tale of love and how it finds you - nightswatch // @zimmermaenner
Summary:
Bitty sees Jack Zimmermann almost every morning, but he’s never said a single word to him. Honestly, Jack Zimmermann probably doesn’t even know that he exists.
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God, this is SUCH goodie! Every once in awhile I end up rereading this fic like I don’t know EXACTLY what’s gonna happen AND EVERY TIME IT’S AS GOOD AS THE FIRST HOW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE!!! IT IS WITH THIS FIC!! Such a good meet-cute I wanna die.
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like a handprint on my heart - the_one_that_fell // @alphacrone
Summary:
"Dude, we've got an over-competitive golf dad, a badass art freak, a pre-med lax bro on the verge of a breakdown, a chronically naked rugby player, a beat-boxing giant, and an itty-bitty, baking figure skater - there's no way we came together accidentally. This was fate."
"Or it's the normal progression of human beings making friends. Chill out, bro."
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(Or, the one where no one plays hockey, but it still manages to bring them all together.)
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THIS IS SUCH AN UNDERRATED FIC THAT IM OBSESSED WITH! The bonding!!! They all come together so well??? I seriously love all the friendship here, and the development of relationships here is GREAT. Wow!!!
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Best Laid Plans Series - Euphorion
Summary:
"Dude," said Holster, his eyes huge, "that's so sad. We gotta get them together."
"This isn't a romcom, Holtzy, " Ransom said, patting his arm. "I'm sure that's not what Shitty had in mind."
"Actually," said Shitty, "that's exactly what I had in mind. And I've got a plan."
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Pls read this entire series. The description is for the first fic in the series but honestly THEYRE ALL SUCH GOLDEN PIECES OF LITERATURE OMG
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jack zimmermann is a straight shooter - heyfightme // @heyfightme
Summary:
Bitty pats his shoulder consolingly with a distracted, “There, there.”
“I should’ve done a conference like PR suggested,” Jack mumbles, trying to keep the bitterness out of his voice. “It got overshadowed by the game.”
“Oh, boo hoo, my four goals made people think I was good at hockey and distracted them from how gay I am.”
“It was against the Flyers though.” More mumbling.
Bitty makes a noise like pshaw, and says with long vowels, “Quietly confident, sure mister.”
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jack tries his hardest to come out in a way that is noticeable but not over the top. he is, it turns out, much too subtle.
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This is SUCH QUALITY CHARACTER! God, this entire fic had me crackling into a pillow. Great humor!!
Note: You have to be logged in on ao3 to read this one!
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those walls i built (well baby they’re tumbling down) - seeingrightly // @ch3ry1b10ss0m
Summary:
“Well, I hope you gave that boy your phone number,” Suzanne says as soon as the door closes behind Jack, and Eric drops his head to the counter with a groan.
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OH GOD this is ~~~~THE~~~~ KID FIC OMG. pls read. Pls pls pls. This is probably one of my most reread check please fic. There’s another kid fic that i cant find rn but if you love this one ill go searching!
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Bless this mess and call it a home - pepperfield // @pepperfield
Summary:
The thing is, being able to talk to houses doesn't actually preclude them from conspiring to ruin your life. Dex finds this out a little too late. First comes the Dib Flip, then Nursey's bed, and the water heater...the Haus definitely has it in for him.
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In which Dex has house magic, Haus has Haus magic, and at least one of them is in love with Nursey.
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The first nursey/dex fic on this list and omg. Omgggg. You GOTTA. This is SO GOOD. im a bitch for magic au, especially if there’s disgruntled pining. Wow. so good.
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crossed wires - lecrivaineanonyme // @lecrivaineanonyme
Summary:
Will snorts. "You are unreal,” he says, shaking his head. “I’ve had people in here crying because they downloaded a virus that can be removed in two minutes, and here you are with pie-filling in your computer, joking about how at least you didn’t fucking put rice in it.”
Derek grins. “It’s chill,” he replies, scratching the back of his neck. “Why worry? I know you got my back.”
Also known as the one where Nursey is constantly fucking up his laptop and Dex is the lucky Best Buy employee who gets to fix it.
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This was probably like, one of my very first nursey/dex fics and at this point I’ve probably read it like, 100000 times. SO GOOD! I adore nursey sooo much omg.
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the jack zimmermann interview series - heyfightme // @heyfightme
In the thick of one of the best debut seasons the NHL has ever seen, Providence Falconers rookie and former hockey child prodigy Jack Zimmermann is proving that second chances make all the difference.
We talked to the Falconers’ number one to find out what makes a successful comeback.
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a series of revealing interviews in which jack breaks his press silence (with a definite agenda).
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READ. THIS. THAT’S ALL I CAN SAY OMG. READDD!!!
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Authors I rec:
PorcupineGirl (AO3)
Nightswatch (AO3) // @zimmermaenner
the_one_that_fell (AO3) // @alphacrone
rosepetals42 (AO3) // @petals42
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These are some of my go-to top favs but trust me, this fandom is FULL of great works. hope y’ll enjoy! happy reading!
#chargebolt-voltage#check please#fic rec list#zimbits#eric bittle#jack zimmermann#william poindexter#derek nurse#nurseydex#i love this fandom
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hey rachel! was just wondering what you thought were the best lirry fics to come out this year
ooh anon thank u so much for asking, under the cut are
rachel’s top 20 lirry fics of 2017 (in no particular order) (w/ my commentary)
two years by angularnotions
heed the warnings on this pls! it deals w/ heavy stuff but it’s also so good and me and @lirryonce stayed up until 2am for like 3 weeks straight waiting for chapters to be posted lmao. love it
future starts slow by abovetheserpentine
sooo good, and consider this a blanket recommendation for this entire series of fics. in 2018 i want more drummer!liam please and thank you
running on nothing but hope by onewasturning
the first of probably several werewolf aus to show up on this list, but i love the world-building in this one and the idea of a commune of werewolves living in the woods and loving each other. amazing
fishing in the dark by countthestars
mermaid fic! liam’s a janitor! harry’s obsessed with him! it’s so good!!! everything i want!
wild card (nobody, nobody) by dramaturgicallycorrect
omg. i reread this maybe a week ago and loved it just as much as i did the first time. their dynamic is sooo good in this and bonus points for the fact that wimbledon the movie is one of my fave rom-coms.
fool’s gold by anonymous
fake dating au! my fave!! also american college au but harry is still british, which is lovely, and their whole relationship/dynamic is so cute.
all i wanted was you by justyrae
written by my love justine and is so amazing. girl!liam and boy!harry in a begin again au, like what more could u want?? they’re cute together but tbh liam’s path to self-discovery is probs my fave part of this fic
see my shapes (shift them) by abovetheserpentine
wow, wowww if u haven’t read this fic what are u doing. beautiful beautiful backpacking in south america au, p much what should have happened during wwa tour lmao. also reread this a couple weeks ago and loved it again
when the wolves come out by countthestars
currently rereading this, still love it. hits all my niche interests by being a friday night lights au and a werewolf au, truly beautiful :’)
you make loving fun by softlylirry
by the lovely isbah! and like the sweetest fluffiest kidfic you’ll ever read, i love it so very much
the stars look very different today by colourexplosion
locked unless u have an ao3 account, but i love this fic, it’s like the perfect little world and also probably telling the truth abt harry being an alien lol
wait for me, i’m ready now by dramaturgicallycorrect
i love kidfic soooo much and this one is so good! tbh i want like a 50k fic with harry and liam and jules but this little snippet is enough to hold me over since i reread it all the time lol
it hurts my hands to hold the rope by salem (guccisuit)
oh angst angst angst, but still so good. the flashbacks are amazing and tbh i go back and reread the end of this fic like over and over i love it so much
there is nowhere for you to hide, the hunter’s moon is shining by justyrae
justine rly delivered for me on the lirry fic this year ngl. this is (another) werewolf au but it’s also a harry potter au so i’m doubly weak. so so good
(i want us to gerund, essentially) by softly (alexenglish)
this is the most recently published fic on this list but i love it so much, the amount of worldbuilding done in such a short wordcount is honestly amazing and i want approximately 100000 words more of it
obedience training by coffinofachimera
listen this is basically pwp so don’t read if you don’t want to read sex but like, the characterizations of liam and harry in this are so on point it’s amazing. it’s like delightful married bickering and then rly hot sex so everything u could want from a lirry fic
closer than you’ve been by harryismymuse
harry is a siren!!! the mythology is rly good in this and their relationship is so sweet, loves it
don’t have to wait for a miracle by anonymous
ok more than any other trope i love amnesia fic, so this is amazing with the added benefit of having established relationship lirry before liam loses his memory. i love it!
us while they stare upon by kingdra (aroceu)
an 80k fake dating famous/nonfamous au, legit when this was posted i was so hype and it’s so good. i just love all the tropes involved in fake dating aus, and this fic hits all the right spots
and you linger like a haunting refrain by onewasturning
another fic i would love to just live inside the worldbuilding is so good. has such a sweet yet melancholic tone to it and such a hopeful ending, it’s amazing
and those are my fave fics from 2017!! here’s to more lirry fic in 2018 :)
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inktober for writers - day 8 - impasse / eijiroctober - day 8 - w Kaminari Denki
A/N: Sero is 100000% the instigating friend who you hate to love but you totally do anyway bc they’re supernaturally charming and hella fun. enjoy my fave boy stirring up trouble in this kirikami drabble.... (also, can u believe that i went from having a slight distate for this ship to obsessing over it??? this is my 2nd kirikami-centric fic and im... crying? thank u for showing me the light, my fellow krkm shippers. bless!)
Sero leans back in his chair and puts his hands behind his head. His smile is childishly impish.
“I mean... I can come back later. Or we can do this another time.” He laughs, enjoying the scene of the two boys in front of him in the midst of an argument.
Kirishima whips his head, forgetting all about the blond across from him. “No, it’s already been settled. We’re not ordering from the burger place. We ate there three times this week!” The redhead turns back to the blond with a stern expression on his face. “We’re ordering sushi, Denki. That’s it.” He snatches a lone menu off the table and starts to leaf through it. “If you really insist on beef today, I’m sure you could find something to order from here. But we’re not eating at that burger place again. Everyone’s tired.”
Sero shrugs. He never really had order-out preferences. As long as the place that they ended up ordering from had salad, he was fine. And most places do offer salad, so he couldn’t be bothered to truly care. He was only concerned with the pre-order drama.
Kaminari catches the minute movement and starts pointing towards him. “See? Sero doesn’t mind, he’s just gonna get salad anyway!” Sero nods wordlessly, goofy smile still in place. Kirishima rolls his eyes. “Let’s get burgers! I promise next movie night I won’t even get a say,” Kaminari begs, folding his hands together in pleading.
Kirishima sighs tiredly. “You said that last time, babe. And the time before that. And—“
“The time before that too,” Sero finishes, laughing. The look that Denki shoots at him is lethal.
“Whose side are you even on?”
“The side of getting food. We do this every weekend. We’ve gotta make a system or something. This is why Blasty and Mina stopped coming.”
Denki wrinkles his nose is disagreement. “Bakugou stopped coming because he hates the idea of fun,” Sero thinks about this and shrugs. He means, yeah, it was probably actually that but still. “And Mina is.... busy.” Sero raises an eyebrow and smirks.
“Or she stopped coming because she, too, has grown tired of ‘Sushi vs Burger’ debates. It’s old. Let’s just do Indian.”
“No,” the other two reply in unison.
“You just said you didn’t even have an opinion though,” Kaminari starts again. “So you can’t switch it up. No Indian. No sushi.” Before Kirishima can dissent again, Kaminari slinks towards him and wraps his arms around his torso. “Pleeease? It’s just one more night, Eiji, and you haven’t even tried everything on the menu.” Sero watches on in amusement. The blond’s argument was weak (who needs to eat at the same place four times in one week? And who cares if everything on the menu hasn’t been tasted yet? They don’t want it!) but the core of his winning strategy was not words...
Sero watches on as Kaminari’s gold colored eyes widen as big as saucers, irises expertly eliciting intense melancholy. Sero’s always impressed at this grand display, wondering how the transformation from ‘stubborn, brattish boyfriend’ to ‘pathetic child with only days left to live’ is made to look so easy. It’s almost like he has a second quirk! His lashes even play along, carefully accentuating the look, looking longer and more voluminous. Sero’s heart swells in admiration.
That’s his best friend. His partner in crime. He couldn’t have asked for a more inspiring friend.
Scam on, buddy ol’ pal.
Kirishima looks conflicted. His cheeks burn pink, but he tries to maintain a look of sternness. “Denki, stop it,” Kirishima says, voice much too affectionate for a guy trying to put his foot down. Sero snickers into his hand. He’s losing. Like always.
Kaminari doesn’t let up, eyes getting wider and drawing out more compassion by the second. Kirishima looks weak, face no longer molded into a look of defiance but, instead, resignation.
“Fine,” he pouts, his pink face clashing with the bold red of his hair. “Now, move. So we can order the same thing we get every time.”
The blond obeys happily, eyes back to normal and shooting Sero a conspiratorial look. The other boy laughs and extends his palm, wordlessly initiating a high-five. Kirishima looks on with an unreadable expression.
Sero turns to him and smiles, shaking his head. “You’re gonna have to shake it up sometime, dude. This is getting sadly predictable.”
Kaminari laughs while Sero gets up to stretch. “Now that that’s over, what’s the movie for tonight? We did a comedy last week, so I’m thinkin’ maybe a thriller tonight?”
Sero shrugs. “Didn’t Kirishima wanna do a Disney film?” Sero glances over at the boy in question. “Yo, which movie did you wa— What are you doing?” The redhead is sneaking off towards the bathroom, a sushi menu and cellphone in either hand. Kaminari gasps dramatically.
“You already said we could do burgers! You can’t go back!” The blond’s face is marred with an intense look of betrayal. “You don’t even know what I’d want from there!”
“You’re not hard to order for, babe. We’ve been dating for two years. I’d like to think that I know what you like by now.”
Kaminari scoffs. “No, you don’t. Come back so I can see my options.”
Kirishima shakes his head. “You’ll just pull the puppy-eyes out again.” The boy gives the other an unimpressed look. “We all took the same Villain Strategies course.”
Sero bursts into laughter as Kaminari places his hand over his heart in offense. “You think I’m a villain?”
“Low-level terrorist,” Kirishima corrects and Sero doubles over with tears in his eyes.
Almost immediately, Kaminari begins to run at Kirishima. The other boy turns to continue running towards the bathroom. Sero barely has time to recover before he has to follow after the two of them, his stomach sore from laughter. The hallway echoes with the noise of shoes hitting the ground and the strained yelling of out-of-breath boys. Soon, Sero hears the slam of a door. After he rounds a corner, he finds Kaminari not too far away, breathing heavily and pushing up against the bathroom door in vain.
“He’s leaning up against it in his hardened form,” Kaminari explains without sparing a glance in his direction. His face is red and slick with sweat.
Sero fights the urge to crumple into laughter. Before he can say anything, a muffled voice escapes from inside the bathroom.
“Hello? Wasabi?... Yes! Are you guys delivering right now?” Sero bites his tongue to keep from laughing at the distressed face of the blond near him.
“NO, BABE. DON’T DO THIS! COME OUT, LET’S TALK ABOUT IT!” Kaminari bangs on the door repeatedly, the noise echoing throughout the hallway.
From inside the bathroom, Kirishima continues speaking into the phone. “Huh? Oh, no, everything’s fine. That’s... some weird guy outside. Yeah, yeah, it’s cool. So, I’m gonna go ahead and order the seared sa—“
“I’m not just some weird guy! I’m the boyfriend! The boyfriend who DOES. NOT. WANT. SUSHI.”
Sero laughs, unable to control himself any longer. “So you’re the weird-guy boyfriend?”
Kaminari glares daggers. “Don’t you have something better to do?”
“Like what?”
“Like helping me.”
Sero shakes his head, grinning. “I told you two that I wouldn’t pick sides in an argument, like, ever. I think this qualifies.”
Kaminari’s eyes narrow. “You’re a snake, Sero Hanta.”
“Says the guy getting the bulk of his debate skills from Strategical Villainy 101.”
Just as Kaminari bucks up to respond, Kirishima wails defeatedly from inside the bathroom. “No, dude. Dude. It’s not even a serious argument. Like, I just happen to want this and he wants... He wants some other place. Look, it’s fine. We can go through with the—“
The redhead’s voice is cut off and the only thing that can be heard from the bathroom is the barely audible voice of the person on the other line. Sero raises his eyebrows in curiosity.
“He’s FINE. He’ll eat anyth—“ Another pause. “What? Are you ser— Yes, he’s just being dramatic, we ate what he wanted three times this week.”
“Okay, but one of those times my order got messed up!”
“Babe, that doesn’t matter. We still ate there and... Ooh! And Lily-san agrees! It still counts!”
“Okay, well, you tell Lily-san about how you don’t even really eat there! You order fries and then you order out by yourself later!”
“That’s not relev— Wait, Lily-san, yeah, that’s what happens, but that’s still compromise.”
Sero’s amusement slowly tapers into casual indifference as the conversation continues on between Kirishima, Kaminari, and “Lily-san,” who he assumes is a nosy cashier with way too much time on her hands.
“So... Are we ordering food soon?”
“Uh, yeah, dude, but Lily is in the middle of a story right now, don’t be rude,” Kaminari whispers. The couple is now sitting beside each other in the hallway, prior argument completely forgotten, as they listen to Lily intently on speaker with Kirishima’s cellphone on the floor between them.
Sero rolls his eyes, feeling slightly annoyed for the first time today. Instigating isn’t supposed to end like this. This is not what he signed up for.
“Alright. Well, I’ll be back later, I guess. Maybe I’ll come back with Mina.”
“Uh-huh,” Kirishima replies distractedly. “Bye.”
Sero rolls his eyes again as he walks back around the corner and up the hallway again. He fishes his phone out of his pocket and starts typing.
SEROtonin: @ALIEN_QUEEN @EXPLODOKILLINKING anyone wanna go 4 pizza
ALIEN_QUEEN: @SEROtonin @EXPLODOKILLINKING omg yes im starving
ALIEN_QUEEN: @SEROtonin @EXPLODOKILLINKING wait ur not w k+k?
SEROtonin: @ALIEN_QUEEN @EXPLODOKILLINKING theyre havin a couples therapy session w Lily the Cashier
ALIEN_QUEEN: @SEROtonin @EXPLODOKILLINKING ???
EXPLODOKILLINKING: @SEROtonin @ALIEN_QUEEN already here. hurry tf up b4 i decide 2 dip
SEROtonin: @ALIEN_QUEEN @EXPLODOKILLINKING its a long story
SEROtonin: @EXPLODOKILLINKING @ALIEN_QUEEN chill out we’re coming
EXPLODOKILLINKING: @SEROtonin @ALIEN_QUEEN its a long story that ur gonna tell us as soon as u get ur asses here so HURRY TF UP
ALIEN_QUEEN: @SEROtonin @EXPLODOKILLINKING i told u 2 stop having movie night w them!! me + blasty moved on to GAME NIGHT!
SEROtonin: @ALIEN_QUEEN @EXPLODOKILLINKING game night?
ALIEN_QUEEN: @SEROtonin @EXPLODOKILLINKING yup! w dekusquad + todoroki!! it’s a BLAST
ALIEN_QUEEN: @SEROtonin @EXPLODOKILLINKING literally. cuz bkgu is a sore loser
EXPLODOKILLINKING: @ALIEN_QUEEN @SEROtonin U FUCKIN EXTRAS R CHEATS
ALIEN_QUEEN: @SEROtonin @EXPLODOKILLINKING see?
SEROtonin: @ALIEN_QUEEN @EXPLODOKILLINKING ...sounds like disaster.
Sero smiles wickedly at his phone, thinking of all the delicious trouble he could stir up.
SEROtonin: @ALIEN_QUEEN @EXPLODOKILLINKING im in.
He’ll learn his lesson one of these days.
...Not today, though.
#inktober for writers#eijiroctober#Kirishima Eijirou#kirikami#Sero Hanta#Kaminari Denki#boku no hero academia#bnha#my hero academia#MHA#fanfiction#my writing#personalshy#bakusquad#mina ashido#katsuki bakugou
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Hey there cool bean! So.. I absolutely love Hance and I also absolutely love Fake Dating, Wrong Number and that "whatever you write on your skin appears on your soulmates skin" Soulmate AUs and I'd love you forever and beyond if you could write a normal life/pre-Boltron OS about one of these because that would be like the most awesome thing ever ;^;
Hey lovely!
So funny thing is, I love Hance a lot too and also really like all three ideas sooo i tried adding all of them into one fic lol ;u; hope you like it!
*****
Hunk stared at the text, his phone’s screen blearing and blurring his vision with its brightness.
To say he was…confused, would be an understatement.
He looked to the message once more, giving it another quick read.
From: Unknown
>Dude hi, look, i knw we ain’t that close or anythin but i rly rly RLY need u to call me and pretend ur my bf rn
Hunk sighed and scrolled down, reading the next chain of messages.
From: Unknown
>this creepy dude is hittin on me and idk how to tell him to back off so cmon pls call me n pretend ur my bf u don’t even have to talk or anythin
From: Unkown
>im gonna owe u like 100000 coffees cMON
It was a do-or-die moment, Hunk knew that.
He knew that the best option would be to ignore this messages-they were obviously not intended for him in the first place.
On the other hand…the person did seem really stressed out. Hunk knew if he was in the situation this person was in, he’d more than likely do the same thing, his fingers shooting a text to his best friend Pidge faster than you could say ‘burrito’.
It was a do-or-die moment.And Hunk decided to go for it full force, before the little anxious thoughts tugging on his skin pulled his barely existent bravado away from his grip.
He clicked on the unknown number and let his phone ring, shakily bringing it close to his ear.
The first beep went by unanswered, Hunk’s anxiety only heightening at the sound.The second beep followed, yet before a third one could be heard, the person on the other line picked up.
“Hello?”
The voice was sweet, a light pitch of anxiety clouding over it, yet even with the added stress and the distress of the phone, it was still one of the nicest sound Hunk’s ears had ever heard.
“U-uh, yes?”
Hunk mentally slapped himself, shutting his eyes and shaking his head.Nice going Hunk, he chided himself, way to show you’re intimidated by a person you haven’t even seen before
“Awe babe!” the voice cooed, the words of affection making goosebumps run over Hunk’s body, “you changed your phone number after all? I told you it was about time to!” the person continued, the sounds of background music and chatter now registering in Hunk’s mind.
“I-uh-yeah. Phone number. That’s right.” he stumbled, somewhat astounded at how easily this play of affection rolled through this person’s mouth.
“Well I’m glad you called me. I was just at your favourite coffee shop and wanted to ask you what coffee you wanted me to bring over! I didn’t see you at all today, I missed you.”
Hunk run a hand through his mark absent-mindedly, enjoying the soft voice over the line.
“A coffee would be great, yeah.” he mumbled, slowly feeling more at ease.He wondered if this person had him on loud speaker, or if his own little show of fake-dating this person was more unnecessary than helpful.
“What? You want me to go over straight away? Are you sure?”
A-ha.
Hunk huffed a laugh, quickly realising that the only person that could hear him right now was this guy he was talking to.
“Alright, alright, I’m on my way! Love you, see you in a bit!”
He heard the person mutter something, another somewhat gruffer voice answering back to him, quickly followed by shuffling, the sounds of the coffee shop promptly disappearing.
“…are you still there?” the voice asked, the tone much quieter than before.
The high pitch and sweetness was a show, after all.
“Yup.” Hunk replied, a profound comfort washing over him, all his previous stress diminished.He slumped onto his bed with relief and sighed, waiting to hear an explanation from this unknown person.
“I’ll just go ahead and assume you’re not Steve, are you?”
He laughed at that, shaking his head despite knowing the person he was speaking to couldn’t see him.
“Afraid not. And I guess you didn’t actually mean to text me did you?”
The voice laughed, the sound like water from a creek, crystal clear and joyous to Hunk’s ears.
“No, no, definitely not.” he laughed, “Still, thanks for helping me out. There was this dude that wouldn’t take no for an answer. He only backed away when he thought I was talking to my boyfriend or, whatever.”
“Yeah dude, I hear you, this kind of people are the worst” Hunk grumbled, scrunching his nose in distaste, “Why can’t they just respect another person’s boundaries and get that ‘no’ means ‘no’?!”
The person on the phone hummed in agreement.
“Thank you, that’s exactly what I was thinking!” he huffed, “it’s so easy and yet some people are just..ugh” he groaned in defeat.
Hunk laughed, letting a short silence stretch that really wasn’t as uncomfortable as Hunk thought it should be.
“I never got your name by the way.” the voice spoke up, a shyer tone in their sound, “I’m Lance, Lance Sanchez.”
He let the name roll through his mind for a moment, trying to think if he’d ever heard it before. He was certain he never did, but there was something about it, about this person’s voice, their mannerism, that made Hunk feel a familiar tinge in his chest, as if something in his heart was tugging it’s way to his brain, smacking it and saying ’of course you know it, silly!’
“Hello?”
Hunk shook himself out of his trance.
“Yeah hi! Sorry, sorry, just tryin’ to figure out if I know you from somewhere. I’m Hunk Garett.”
The voice-Lance, Lance huffed, the sound making white noise travel through Hunk’s speaker.
“Man, I thought you were going to hung up on me or something. Which I’d totally get, but you know, putting a name to my life-saver would be nice-“
“Life-saver? I hardly did anything!” Hunk interrupted, his face reddening at the characterisation. Here he was, talking to thus guy with this soothing voice, that was calling him a life-saver?
“Yes life-saver, don’t be humble, and anyway, as I was saying, putting a name to the voice would be nice, but you know what would be better?”
“W-what?”
“Taking said life-saver with his honey-sweet voice out for a coffee. You know, as a thank-you for getting me away from a creepy flirt even though you had zero obligation to?”
The words died in Hunk’s mouth, his eyes widening at face heating up.
Coffee? Honey-sweet?
Was…was this guy asking him out on a date?!
“I-no-there’s no need-“
“Aw come on, I did promise you a bunch of coffees in the text. Well, I thought I was promising Steve coffees, until I realised I’d saved his phone number wrongly in the first place, but anyway! The offer stands if you want it!” Lance cheered, the sounds of a bustling street failing to dull his loud voice.
Hunk mulled over the idea, feeling like a fish far, far, far out of it’s waters. So far it could just as well be a fish that boarded a plane and landed onto the Sahara desert.
“Look”, Lance continued, his voice more sullen than before, “it’s totally cool if you don’t want to, and I’m sorry if I over-stepped my bounds. Hell, I just escaped a creepy guy, I don’t wanna sound anything like him myself. All I’m saying is, I owe you one, and if you want to, I’ll be more than happy to repay you.”
“You can even hit me up on social media if you want. I’m pretty much everywhere with my full name, Facebook, Instagram, Snapchat, you name it. Or you can just hung up and we never speak again, that is totally cool too, and uh, thanks again for helping me out-“
Lance started rumbling, and something in Hunk just lit up, a small bold voice flexing and yelling at him to just do it, completely trampling the shyer, more worrisome voices nibbling at his mind.
“I’ll add you on Facebook. Or snapchat or something and we can uh, see and decide. I mean, are we even in the same city? Or the same country?! You could be in the other side of the world for all we know!” Hunk mused, suddenly realising all the ways this could go wrong. Even his little just do it voice had no come-back to that.
“I mean, your phone number’s nearly the same as my friend Steve’s, and it’s a local phone number so…probably not?”
Hunk stilled.Oh. Right.
They both laughed, slowly understanding how obscure the situation they found themselves in was.
“Alright. I’ll add you on facebook. I’ll talk to you there?”
Lance hummed, his smirk evident even through a phone conversation.
“Sure thing”, he smiled, and continued, “Nice to meet you, Hunk.”
His voice calling Hunk’s name felt more surreal than any conspiracy theory Pidge had ever brought his way.
“I-Nice to meet you too Lance.”
Hunk was hooked.This was a do-or-die moment, and he was pretty sure he just broke the do-or-die system.
*****
Lance’s squeal was loud enough to wake up his flatmate, if the knock on his door along with Keith’s rumble of ‘cut it out Sanchez’ was enough of an indication.
But he didn’t care, not right then and there.
He held his phone in his hand since the moment he clicked the hung up button after his conversation with Hunk, holding it tightly like prayer beads, as if that would make his wishes come true.
He waited for this blessed notification for over an hour, a cruel, agonising, torturous hour, and no, he was not being dramatic, or extra as his friends liked to call him, he was being dead-ass serious.
The moment Hunk uttered one single word to him, he felt the heat rise to his face, his heart thudding and threatening to jump out of his ribcage and run around the city to find the cause for it’s irregular beating.
His voice was like honey and cinnamon and spice and everything nice, dammit, Lance was no poet, but the way this boy talked and the way he laughed did things to his brain, things he was certain brains were not supposed to do, like agonise for an hour wether or not a stranger he knew for a total of five minutes would add him on any of his social media or not.
So when his phone beeped with a Facebook notification that spelled out ‘Hunk Garett has sent you a Friend Request’, Lance was not ashamed to admit he screamed louder than he did that one time he saw Justin Timberlake walking down the street.
With shaky hands, he unlocked his phone and clicked on the notification, the screen immediately loading Hunk’s Facebook Profile.
What awaited him was….it was too good to be true, that’s for sure.
The profile greeted him with a picture of the most beautiful boy in existence, a close up of his face, dark chocolate skin and amber eyes, and the sweetest, softest smile one could ever lay their eyes on.
His heart threatened to stop and he still had only looked at the guy’s profile picture.
He scrolled down, taking a look at his profile, which was set to public view.
Another photo awaited him, this time of the same gorgeous face, now placed in a full-body picture, that displayed Hunk sitting cross-legged in a grassy field, a big cheerful dog with golden fur and droopy ears trying to fit itself onto Hunk’s lap, the boy in question fitting his hands around the dog and hugging it, the biggest of grins on his face, enough to make his eyes squint and crinkle at the corners.
‘Did i adopt him or did he adopt me?’ the photo’s caption said, and Lance wasted no time in his next course of action.
He promptly got off of his bed, where he was squealing and agonising in for the past hour, and headed out to the living room, where Keith sat with a bowl of cereal in his lap, a weird alien documentary playing on the TV.
Lance sat by him and placed the phone in front of Keith’s face.
“Mothboy, what do you think of this guy?” he asked, making Keith squint and turn his attention to the phone in front of him.
Keith studied the picture as he took another spoonful of his cereal, humming before swallowing and turning to Lance.
“I don’t even know him and I’d willingly let him hug me to death.” he deadpanned.
“I know right?!” Lance screeched, and before he could re-think it, scrolled up on Hunk’s profile and clicked ‘accept’ on his friend request.
He had never been more thankful to his clumsy fingers for typing a wrong number more than he was in that very second.
*****The familiar ring of his phone made him shake his head and look away from the books in front of him, earning himself a glare from the tiny girl sitting across of him, although it was a short-lived one-her glare turned to a smirk in less than a nano-second.
“Is that the Snapchat notification sound I hear?” she smirked, raising an eyebrow and leaning closer to her friend.
“You got freakin’ bat ears Pidge, let me tell you”, Hunk grimaced, backing away from her stare with his phone in hand, “And even if it was, what’s it to you again?”
“Nothing?” she blinked, morphing her expression to the purest most innocent face she could conjure, “I’m merely wondering who it is that’s snap-chatting you, that’s important enough for you to stop mid-way of studying quantum physics of all things, so you could answer.”
“That puppy face stopped working like, two years ago, and no, I’m not gonna tell you who I’m talking with.”
“Please, as if I don’t know it’s that Lance guy you keep going on and on about” she huffed, rolling her eyes in distaste.
Hunk knew better than to try and argue with her on that-Pidge had been his best friend since forever, and if it’s one thing he could never do to her, it was lie.
Besides, he couldn’t ever lie to save his life, nevertheless lie to his best friend about anything.
“Okay yeah, it’s Lance, so?” he asked, not looking up from his phone as he opened the snapchat application and waited for Lance’s snap to load.
When did the two become so close?
It was only a month since that fated phone call, and yet they were talking more and more each day, to the point that Hunk sometimes forgot they hadn’t actually physically met yet.
“Hunk, my dude, my man”, she started, pushing her glasses up with the tip of her finger, “the guy is practically your boyfriend already.”
“No he’s-“
“Must I remind you your full 20-minute freak-out session when you found his Facebook? You said, and I quote” she paused, clearing her throat and turning to Hunk with wide eyes, “His eyes are so blue and sparkly how can a man be so pretty Pidge I am going to dIE” she sing-songed, mimicking her best Hunk voice.
“I definitely did not say that, and for the thousandth time, he is not my boyfriend! He’s just a-“
He meant to continue, but the loaded snapchat caught him mid-sentence, his mouth slack and turning into a soft fond smile.
The snap was of Lance, a quick selfie with a wink and a wide grin, the tip of Lance’s nose reddened as the sun beat down of him, the glimpse of ocean blue waves behind him, neck and chest bare and peeking into the photograph.
‘Water’s great! Wish you were here too xo’ said the caption and Hunk’s soul immediately transcended to the seventh gate of heaven, if that was even a thing-which it should, because only one was just not enough to contain how blessed he felt in that moment.
“He’s just so…pretty…”
“Called it” Pidge snorted, rolling back on her chair and folding her arms over her chest.
She let Hunk have his small blissed-out moment, even let him reply to Lance with a quick selfie that showcased him and the row of books on their table, Pidge pouting at them in the background, before she coughed and nodded at Hunk.
“Do you think he’s maybe…you know.” she nodded again, pointing to Hunk’s right arm, her point of interest hidden behind his t-shirt.
He looked down to his arm too, soft smile fading as he remembered what was hidden in the inner corner of his right arm, an image hidden from the world under bulky sweaters or light t-shirts.
“Do I think he’s my…soulmate?” he dreaded that last word, the thought itself bringing up bile and anxiety into his stomach.
Pidge nodded again, her face open and hands reaching out to rest in-between their piles of books and closer to Hunk.
“The only way to find out is if you meet him you know? You’re getting along so well already.” she prompted.
“I guess.” Hunk sighed and shook his head, averting his gaze in favour of grabbing his cup of coffee and taking a sip, then fiddling with the cover of one of his books.
Damn summer reading and extra work-load. He’d much rather be at the beach right now, enjoying his college years with a certain blue-eyed someone-
Okay. Wrong train of thought. Very, very, very wrong train of thought.
It wasn’t that Hunk hadn’t thought about it.Could Lance be his soulmate?
Yes.With the way his heart fluttered and stomach clenched with each joke or silly meme Lance sent him, with each quick ‘good morning’ text and short Skype sessions, it was no wonder he grew more and more fond of the bright-eyed boy with each passing day.
Hunk was in deep and he knew it.
But what if Lance just wasn’t his soulmate?
What if they met but there was no glow in their eyes, no burning of their respective marks and swirling colours that’d make each of their marks whole again?
He absent-mindedly scratched at his arm, the thought of that bright yellow circle etched onto his skin, waiting to find the colour it’d mix and match with, that’d make the colour that’d bind him to another person for life.
He already had an idea of who he wished that person to be.
He just didn’t know if fate would agree with him.
*****From: Hunky Hunk
>Hey Lance. I’m soooo sorry but i can’t make it today ;-; Jimmy got sick and i had to take her to the vet asap. raincheck?
Lance sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose before replying.
>>hey dude!! ya no problem, dont worry! hope jimmy feels better soon
The reply he got was instantaneous.
From: Hunky Hunk
>thanks man. will do. sorry again! i’ll make it up to you on your next day off :)
He smiled at the text, even though a certain disappointment gnawed at the pit of his chest.
He understood that life was hard and sometimes things just happened.
He just didn’t understand how life could work it’s way and destroy his plans five times in the same month.
The first time he asked Hunk if he wanted to meet up, was two months after they started talking, gathering up his courage and asking him out for that coffee he’d promised him.
Hunk sounded excited, but sent him a text the next day, profusely apologising because he’d forgotten to tell Lance he’d be out of town for the weekend.
Lance told him not to worry about it, they’d be able to figure out another day.
Then the next week it was his friend’s birthday, so they’d gone out to celebrate.
Then it was his workload that got Hunk slumped and unable to make it.
Then, surprisingly, it was Lance’s turn to be unavailable, his part time work friend getting sick and needing someone to fill his place for a few days, something that Lance wouldn’t ever say no to.
But this was the fifth time in a row that they tried making plans to meet up, and through he knew it was neither of their faults, it still felt like a blow to the side every time, his ego bruised and his hope battered.
He stared at the offensive blue mark on his left wrist and sighed in defeat.
Through their everyday talks with Hunk, the silly pictures and cute selfies he’d sent (that Lance had to fight off the urge to screenshot and keep by his bed every single time), to their common excitement and bonding over astronomy and flying, Lance had slowly started to get this inkling, this small hunch that maybe just maybe….
….There was perhaps a small, tiny, minuscule chance that Hunk could be his soulmate.
He tried not to get his hopes up, he really, truly did, but it became harder to do so with each sweet text and shy phone-call Hunk sent his way.The boy was sugar moulded into a human being and Lance wanted nothing more than to shove himself into a self-induced sugar coma. A Hunk coma, if you will.
He sighed, slumping onto his elbows on the kitchen table, earning a groan from Keith who was sitting across of him with his computer open and his pale skin reflecting the light off of it.
“What are you moping about?” he asked, his voice all bark but no bite. Lance learned by now that this was just his friend’s way of showing concern. “Is it about Hunk again?”
Lance’s lower lip quivered, his eyebrows scrunching.
“It’s the fifth time we’re unable to meet up Keith! The fifth time! Fate is against me and the universe hates me.”
“The universe is too busy minding its own business to hate you. And you and Hunk are practically dating anyway, stop being so sad about it.”
“But we’re not! I’m just-what if he’s not…the one, you know? What if I’m thinking things too much and he’s not even into me at all?!” Lance gasped, sitting up and bringing his hands to Keith’s shoulders, shaking the lethargic boy with intense emotion.
“What if he doesn’t even want to talk to me and he just feels forced to because he’s too sweet to say no?!”
“Lance, I get that you think the guy’s all sunshine and rainbows, and he probably is, but if he didn’t want to talk to you, I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t. It’s not that hard to block someone.” he sighed, moving away from Lance’s grip in favour of carrying on typing on his computer.
“…Besides,” Keith continued, peeking up from his work to look at Lance, “I met his best friend Pidge once and trust me, if he didn’t want to talk to you…she’d have obliterated you a long, long time ago.” he shuddered.
Lance slumped back in his seat, face thoughtful.
“That…is oddly comforting. Thanks buddy.”
Keith shrugged, tugging a strand of loose hair back into his messy ponytail.
“Also, your phone just beeped. I’ll take my best guess and say it’s from Hunk.”
Lance turned to face his phone. Sure enough, his Facebook messenger beeped with a new message, alerting him that Hunk had sent him an attachment.
“Conspiracy confirmed cryptid boy.” he smirked, ignoring Keith’s protest in favour of opening up the chat and looking at what Hunk had sent him.
Attached was a photo of Hunk’s dog Emmy, with half of Hunk’s face in the shot, standing right outside a veterinary clinic.
“Doc said she’ll be in perfect health soon! She just ate something bad. Gave her a hug and told her it’s from you and she wagged her tail a lot so that’s got to mean she likes you!” said the message that followed.
Lance let his phone back down and slumped face-first into the table, ignoring the cackle that came from Keith.
“You really like him huh.” Keith stated.
“…I would willingly eat a bottle of hot sauce for him in a heartbeat.” Lance answered.
The scariest part of the situation was that Lance really, truly meant it.
He was wrapped around the finger of a boy he’d never met before.
*****
Hunk felt his phone beep in his pocket, but for the first time in forever, didn’t move to check it, as much as his mind and heart screamed and begged him to.
He was late, he was so, so late and he’d never hear the end of it from Coran if he was late to his first lecture of the year.
He hadn’t even realised how fast summer came and left.Never realised how fast a certain boy named Lance sneaked his way into Hunk’s life even if he’d yet to see him face to face.
He pushed the thought aside in favour of speeding up his step, only pausing for a moment to take out his phone and promptly check the time.
7.30 a.m
Seven. Thirty. In the morning.
In his dazed state, he’d never realised he read the time wrong. The school was only a half hour away from his house, and thinking it was 8.30 when he woke up and his class was at 9.00, he had run the apartment upside down looking for clothes and his toothbrush so he could run out and into the first bus he could catch
But now it was seven thirty and he was five minutes away from the school campus and he honestly never hated himself as much as he did right then and there.
Luckily that hate wouldn’t stand for long-he noticed a local coffee shop across the street, already busy with people shuffling in and out despite the early hour of the morning.
Hunk rushed inside, placing his order to a cheerful yet tired-looking cashier, then moving to the queue waiting for their coffee, his eyes never leaving his phone as he checked through his to-do list and replying to Lance’s text from last night, figuring the boy must’ve been still asleep when he got no reply.
“One cold brew coffee with caramel syrup and soy milk?” the cashier all but yawned, and Hunk turned his head to her with a smile, reaching for the coffee she’d just placed onto the small waiting table.
He stilled when he felt a warm hand clash with his, tan slender fingers with a blue circle on the wrist of said hand.
His eyes widened when the circle glowed, and swirled, his own mark heating up and his eyes burning, the blues and yellows merging into a vibrant green.
There was no need to look up, to realise who it was he’d just felt this connection to.
He’d known from the first time they talked.From that very first, awkward, embarrassing phone call.
Yet he still looked anyway, if anything, just to see the face he could wait not longer to kiss the smirk off of.
“Morning Lance.” he beamed, noticing the green glow subduing from Lance’s eyes, replaced with the baby blues he loved to finally see up close, the smile on Lance’s face too surreal to even try and describe.
“Morning hunky Hunk.” Lance grinned, “glad to finally know what your taste in coffee’s like.” he added with a wink, and before Hunk could reply, he got his arms full of Lance, the scent of sea salt and comfort and home.
It felt right.
It felt stupid to even question it, to ever wonder if this was his person.
Hunk looked down at the boy in his arms, a lip-splitting grin of his own lacing his face, burying himself into Lance’s neck.
“I guess I can finally treat you to that coffee I owed you?” Lance laughed, the warmth vibrating off his neck and onto Hunk.
Hunk huffed, his eyes already watering before Lance leaned closer and kissed his forehead.
“Idiot” Hunk whispered, “You’ve got a lifetime to do that.”
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