19. online dating if it hasn’t been taken
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Prompt #19: Online Dating
just fyi i have never been on a dating app. i don't care if this is inaccurate.
⚠️TW: Implied/referenced sex⚠️
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“Goose, I don't want a relationship. Stop badgering.”
“You're so stubborn. Just try it. You could meet your soulmate or something!”
“I said no. Drop it, Nick.”
“I had hoped it wouldn't come to this.” Goose takes a deep breath. “You're a coward.”
Maverick gasps dramatically. “How dare you? A stab at my honor? after all we've been through together?”
“I'll take it back if you make an account and at least try it.”
Mav huffs. “Gimme the phone, bitch.”
Goose cheers, handing the phone to Pete triumphantly. He reluctantly creates an account, only adding the necessities. He doesn't put his rank or his job at all.
God, this is so dumb.
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Thomas “Iceman” Kazansky does not like the concept of online dating. Yet he created an account.
Why? Slider’s insistence, of course.
He was uncomfortable even opening the app. Yet he did.
Why?
He was curious, he'll admit. It was an app designed for any orientation, not just heterosexual people. That was a bonus. Plus, he was approaching his 30’s, and he wanted to at least go steady with someone.
He set up a blind date with a man in his area through the app. They were going to meet up at a hole-in-the-wall restaurant next to the beach on Friday. It sounded fun, but Ice was hesitant to get his hopes up.
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Mav had a date. Friday evening.
He was excited, if a little worried. It was a blind date with someone named Thomas at a place he'd never been to. But it was near the beach, so he can count on that going well. Hopefully.
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Ice walked into the restaurant and checked his reservation. He was early, but extremely anxious about being stood up.
Until Maverick came sauntering in the door, aviators hung on his white tee.
He wore the same jacket as always, his hair windswept from riding his motorcycle way above the speed limit. He smiled as he approached Ice's table.
“Hey, Ice. Who you waitin’’ for?”
“My date. He’s not late, but I don't know if he's going to show.”
“Do you know his name?” So he didn't care if he was into men. Noted.
“I think his name was Peter?”
“Oh, cool. I'm here for a date, too. Really nervous.”
“What's her name?”
“Well, his name is Thomas….. Wait—” His eyes widened, but Ice didn't catch why. “Show me his profile.” He sat in the seat opposite Ice.
“Uhh… okay?”
Ice opened the app and showed Mav the card, confused. Mav bursted out laughing, and other patrons glanced over, presumably annoyed.
“What's so funny, hotshot?”
“Ice, that's my profile. We're supposed to be on a date together.”
“Oh my god. We got set up by AI.”
“Guess we have more in common than we thought.” Pete is still grinning like a menace, barely stifling laughter. Ice is thoroughly embarrassed, knowing he's red as a lobster.
Conveniently, the waiter popped up and handed them menus. Ice ordered alcohol immediately.
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They oddly had a pleasant evening, stopping at an ice cream shack on the beach before strolling on the beach. Despite the cliché, Ice thought Mav looked stunning in the golden glow of the sunset, smiling and laughing. Ice wanted to see him like that forever.
But he didn't mind seeing him sprawled out under him that night, eyes blown wide and smiling widely.
He didn't mind seeing him basking in the morning light, laying on Tom’s chest, either.
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make sure y'all are drinking water and resting!
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To Fluster A Noise
Summary: Noise is comfortable with flirting. Compliments are another matter.
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See, here’s the thing. Noise loves to flirt. He loves to tease, and (respectfully) argue, and despite what recent events would seem to demonstrate, he loves to be flirted with.
They just… might be a little more used to a different kind of flirting. They had plenty of makeout sessions throughout the year when they were alone, and a couple one night stands, too. Youngblood leaving counted as a breakup, after all, at least in their eyes.
But most of the flirting then involved playful fighting or trying to one up each other. It hadn’t even really been anything Noise put a ton of emotion into, since most of what he’d been looking for then was a distraction, and he’d never asked any of the people he hooked up with for anything else.
Roman, on the other hand… let’s just say his flirting is different.
“Oh look at my sweetheart, you look amazing today Noise!” he coos over breakfast.
“Do you want to dance? You’re so good at it, I want to learn from you!” he says with such a genuine grin that Noise can’t help but believe him.
“Oh you’re so remarkable, I can’t believe how lucky I am to know you,” he says as he holds Noise close.
And Noise… he cannot do this anymore, okay? They like flirting with Roman. They like being teased. They cannot handle all of his compliments anymore.
He just doesn’t know how to bring it up. He doesn’t want to say to Roman “hey can you not say nice things about me,” because… well, because…
Just because.
They’re going to have to say something eventually, though, because eventually Roman’s going to give them a compliment when they’re just Too Fragile, Period, and Noise is going to explode on the spot.
That moment actually comes a little sooner than he hopes.
They’re all camping in the woods that night, since the nearest town is a little too far away and they decided none of them were going to make it much further. So now they’re all sitting around a campfire, eating the bird Noise managed to track down and cook.
And that’s when Roman pipes up with “Noise, this is so freaking good. Seriously, you could be a professional cook, you’re amazing.”
Noise’s cheeks immediately warm, and they look down at their own food to hide their darkening purple cheeks. “Oh stop it,” they mutter, trying to inject at least some playfulness into their tone.
Unfortunately, Roman decides to take the playfulness as a cue to keep going, and follows it up with, “No, really, if you weren’t already an amazing musician and performer, I’d recommend going into the food business. Unfortunately, if I have to choose between your cooking abilities and your angelic voice and outstanding dance skills, well, I’d hate to lose an opportunity to dance with your fancy footwork.”
“Roman,” Noise whines, burying his face in his hands.
Youngblood, on Roman’s other side, laughs a little at that. “What, that’s all it takes to fluster you? You can dish it out but you can’t take it? I don’t remember you being so easy to tease.”
“I’m not,” Noise grumbles, glaring over at Youngblood and counting on the darkness to hide the blush on their cheek.
“Well, all Roman said was, ‘You’re a good cook and an amazing musician and performer.’ Those sound like pretty basic facts to me,” Youngblood says with a small smirk.
Noise whines and looks away again. “Stop,” they grumble, half-serious now.
Youngblood gives a short laugh. “Why would I, when it’s so easy and so fun? All I have to do is say that you’re good at things?”
“Seriously, stop it,” Noise snaps, glaring back at them both.
Youngblood shrugs. “I’m just surprised it’s that simple—”
“Wait, Youngblood,” Roman says, putting a hand on Roman’s chest. “I think they mean it.”
Youngblood pauses, and when they both turn to look at Noise again, he glares away.
There’s a moment of silence.
“Are you okay?” Youngblood asks, much more gently.
“We didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” Roman adds.
“You didn’t,” Noise says weakly. “Or I mean you did, but… nevermind.”
“Hey, no, what’s wrong?” Roman asks, standing up and moving closer until he can sit next to Noise. “If we’re doing something you don’t like then please tell us.”
Noise is quiet for a moment, then sighs. “I’m just not… used to it,” they say.
“Used to what? Teasing?” Youngblood asks. “I find that kind of hard to believe.”
“Not teasing, obviously,” Noise says, rolling his eye. “I… compliments. Or, you know, genuine ones.”
Roman makes a wounded sound. “No one’s ever complimented you?” he asks.
Noise shrugs. “I mean, some people did,” they mutter. “But they never meant it. And most people just spat at me that I didn’t earn or deserve anything I had. But you…” they look hesitantly at Roman. “You say it like you mean it.”
“I do mean it,” Roman says quietly.
“I’m uh, not good at affectionate stuff,” Youngblood mutters, rubbing the back of his neck. “But I mean it too. I wasn’t just teasing. I wouldn’t say nice things about you I didn’t mean.”
Noise sighs, and turns to face them, his cheeks warming again. “I’m not saying I don’t believe you,” he mumbles. “It’s just… I’m not used to it, that’s all.”
“Do you… want me to stop?” Roman asks, sounding like he hates the idea even as he offers.
Noise laughs a little and looks up at him. “No. It’s nice. Just, maybe slow down a little bit?”
“Gotcha, I can totally do that,” Roman says with a more enthusiastic nod.
“I don’t really compliment you as much as Roman does, but if you want me to slow down too, I can,” Youngblood says.
Noise snorts. “No, you should give me more compliments, because I deserve it.”
Youngblood smiles a little too, but he sounds very genuine when he replies, “You do.”
Noise smiles a little back. “Thanks,” they say quietly. “But don’t make yourself uncomfortable either, okay? I don’t… want something that isn’t you.”
Youngblood nods, seeming a mix of understanding and grateful.
“And you,” Noise says, leaning his head on Roman’s shoulder and shooting a grin up at him. “You’re good.”
Roman beams at them. “Thank you,” he says happily, leaning over and kissing Noise on both of their horns. Noise smiles and leans into him, then makes grabby hands towards Youngblood, who moves over to join them.
Roman leans over and gives them both a kiss on the forehead. “I love you both,” he says.
Youngblood grumbles something quietly, and Noise laughs a little and squeezes him from the side.
“I love you too,” he says to Roman.
And as they all sit there for a while, Noise decides they could definitely get used to this whole “being loved” thing. And maybe, if things keep going the way they are, they could get used to this whole “compliments” thing eventually too.
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