#au: blinde date

[jskywalkvr]

BLIND DATE AU

(Callum/Austin ft. the incredible Tom Hanks)

Where Tom sets up his nephew, Callum, who can’t seem to settle down with anyone, with his young, nice neighbor, Austin.

[weewoo911]

Buck agreeing to a blind date but the person setting him up thinks he’s already realised he’s bi bc he gives off such Bi Guy Energy (or Buck misses a pronoun bc he’s distracted or says something like I’m down for meeting any Person as long as They’re interesting!)

So when Buck shows up to the restaurant he’s surprised when the person waiting for him is this handsome firefighter pilot guy. He explains the situation to Tommy, who is a little embarrassed but Buck is like -no no look we’re already here and you seem like a fun guy let’s just have dinner! Hey I’ve never been given a rose before that’s pretty awesome actually- and they wind up having such an amazing Almost-Date and Buck is feeling a little flustered and at the end of the date he thinks Fuck It and kisses Tommy (half because he’s Committed To The Bit and half because well maybe he just wants to) and then has his ✨ Realisation✨

[aaroleswapau]

Do you have a pearl design?

sure do! as you all can probably tell, these are very old pftt, here's some doodles of her way back then :0]

copypasting from my old replies on twt LOL:

pearl's set up to be another prosecutor like her ma, she's still a very sweet girl but she is very antagonistic towards miles and franziska bc they're going against prosecutor maya, who she still loves very much and idolizes.

i thought it would interesting if she served as an angry little force to be reckoned with during investigations instead of being helpful in what would be considered jfa in the swap au

she does grow a lot more chiller once she grows up pftt

also, kind of been thinking of pearls and simon friendshipisms bc when i was like doing an age table of all the swap au characters in excel, i realized that they'd be the same age which is WILD lol (i mean athena and pearl are the same age too so i should've seen it coming, but still!! wild!!!)

in my heart of hearts, pearl and simon are some flavor of aroace and whatever pearl wants to do with anybody's love life doing is going to be a disaster ASKSKS sorry queen </3

[scary-grace]

blind date (part ii) - shigaraki x reader

After endless failed attempts to help Tomura up his game, his friends have settled on their last resort: A blind date. Even before you show up, it's not going well. No quirks AU, female reader.

Part 1

Part 2

“No.”

“Yes,” you say. You look sort of embarrassed. ��Eight times.”

“No way.” Tomura studies you across the table. His eyes feel blurry with exhaustion and alcohol, but he’d prop his eyelids open with toothpicks before he’d let you think he was falling asleep. “I don’t buy it. Two, maybe. Not eight.”

“Why would I lie about this?” You take a sip of a drink. It might be yours, or it might be Tomura’s. There are so many mostly-empty glasses on the table between the two of you that Tomura’s forgotten which ones he ordered. “If anything, I’d lie the other way. Being stood up for eight first dates isn’t exactly a good sign.”

Tomura finds another drink, finishes it, and gives his verdict. “It’s a sign you met eight stupid guys.”

“I don’t think that’s it,” you say. “If it was one person, or two – but eight? At that point it’s more likely that I’m the problem.”

Tomura doesn’t think so. Tomura’s been talking to you for a while. Probably hours. He lost track of time at some point, probably around when he lost track of which drinks were his and which were yours, and there’s nothing about you that looks like a problem to him. Except the fact that nobody else is dating you, and that looks more like a crazy stroke of luck for Tomura than anything else.

Tomura might not be good at this shit, but he’s not naïve. He keeps checking in with himself, trying to make sure his interest in you isn’t just because you’re a woman who’s talked to him for longer than five minutes without looking at your phone. He hasn’t seen you take your phone out except once, and that was to put it on silent. Which was – hot isn’t right, but Tomura doesn’t really have a better word, except nice, which isn’t right, either. It’s not just because you’re a woman who talked to him or held his hand or ran to meet him even though you were late. He likes a lot of other things about you, too.

He likes that you showed up looking the way you actually look most of the time, instead of dressing up like Magne told you to. He likes that you don’t try to pretend to be something you’re not. When Tomura started talking about video games, you didn’t act like you knew something about them – just like he didn’t pretend he knew something when you started talking about horror movies or novels or manga. You’re funny, but not on purpose. Or at least that’s what Tomura thought, until he glanced at your face after you’d said something that made him laugh and realized that it was what you’d been hoping to do.

“Sorry,” you say, and Tomura snaps out of it. “Talking about past dates on a first date is kind of a red flag, isn’t it?”

“I asked,” Tomura says, wondering if you called this a first date because you’re hoping for a second one. You shrug. “If you’ve met that many shitty guys, how come you agreed to this? What did Magne tell you about me?”

“What did she tell me.” You finish one of the drinks and grimace slightly. “Um, she said you were my age.”

“Okay.”

“She said you have a job,” you continue, ���and friends.”

“Yeah,” Tomura agrees. “We have an apartment. We were friends before we had the apartment. It’s not just because we have an apartment.”

“Magne said you’ve all known each other forever,” you say. You smile slightly. “It sounds nice.”

It’s a good thing Tomura’s known them forever. He hasn’t had a lot of luck making friends as an adult. The closest he’s come to making a friend as an adult is probably Dabi’s stupid fiancé, and that’s only because he never leaves. Toga keeps saying that she thinks he’ll like her girlfriend, but she also never lets her girlfriend within a kilometer of the apartment. One time Tomura asked her why not and Toga gave him the weirdest look he’s ever seen. “You’re all boys,” she said. “You’re gross.”

Maybe that’s true. Tomura’s never been in a woman’s apartment, so he doesn’t really have a way to confirm. How gross could it be, really? He should probably ask Toga for specifics. “Did Magne say anything else?”

“She said online dating and the apps weren’t really working for you,” you say. “You do better in person. I don’t know what you’re like online, but – I feel like she was probably right.”

Tomura’s face flushes. He finishes another drink to cover it up. “Your turn,” you say. “What did Magne tell you about me?”

“Uh,” Tomura starts. He finds another drink, but can’t quite stomach finishing it just yet. He’s already about to screw this up, and it’s going to be worse if he throws up on you afterwards. “Not much. Just that you were a girl and you were my age and that you agreed to it.”

You laugh at that. “That’s the important stuff,” you say. “She did a good job managing your expectations.”

“No,” Tomura says. You blink. “She should have told me more.”

“She doesn’t really know more,” you say. “I only see her at work. She got my number so I could tell her when I’m on shift and my boss is off.”

“What’s your boss’s deal, anyway?” Tomura asks. “Just an all-purpose asshole, or –”

“He’s not great to us. The employees, I mean.” You don’t like talking about this. Tomura can tell. “But he makes things really hard on customers who have certain prescriptions. HRT and stuff like that. He doesn’t do anything they can report him for, but he makes it so miserable for them that they don’t want to come in to pick their meds up.”

Tomura knows that type. Magne runs into that type a lot. If it happens when all of them are out together, Tomura and the others take care of it, but they can’t be there every second. “A few people have my number,” you continue. “I give them a heads-up when their prescriptions are in and he’s out.”

“Why didn’t she tell me that?”

“She did,” you say. Tomura meant before, and says so. “Maybe she thought you’d think I was too nice.”

Tomura snorts. “That guy who tried to cut us in line didn’t think you were too nice.”

If he’d been by himself, Tomura would have let it slide just because he doesn’t care enough, but you blocked the guy’s way with your arms crossed, and when he told you to move, you stared at him until he backed off. “Okay, so not too nice,” you say. You pick up another glass, see it’s empty, and wince. “But if she’d told you more about me, you’d have found a reason not to show up.”

“If she’d told you more about me, you’d have said no.” Tomura feels pretty confident in that, and more so with however many drinks under his belt. “She told you I was bad at app dating.”

“Lots of people are.”

“So bad at it that I’ve never been on a date.” Tomura feels pretty good about one-upping you right up until he sees your eyes widen, but his mouth is way ahead of his brain. “Beat that.”

It’s quiet for a second. Tomura stares at you, feeling his face heat up with embarrassment, while you peer into glass after glass, trying to find one that hasn’t been emptied yet. “I don’t know,” you say. “I think being stood up eight times is worse.”

“No, it isn’t.”

“My record is terrible,” you say. You find one more glass and drain it. “Your record, on the other hand – you’re one for one. I’d say that’s pretty good.”

“One for one on what?” Tomura asks.

“Dates,” you say. “This one’s going well.”

“Yeah?” Tomura’s mouth goes dry. He looks around for a glass with something in it, so that he’ll be able to speak without swallowing his tongue, but he comes up empty. You slide your water glass across the table to him and Tomura gulps half of it. “You think it’s going well?”

You looked pretty calm until he said that. Tomura sees you getting nervous. He slides the glass of water back across the table to you in case you want to drink it, but you leave it alone. “I mean,” you start, “we met up at five-forty-five, and it’s almost last call. Maybe it’s just me, but I wouldn’t spend eight hours hanging out with somebody if it wasn’t going well.”

“Last call?” Tomura says, like a dumbass, only for the bartender to shout it out to the room at large a few seconds later. “Eight hours? Really?”

You nod. “So either it’s going well,” you say, “or you just didn’t have anything better to do.”

If Tomura doesn’t want to be somewhere, he goes home even if there’s nothing better to do. He’d rather spend hours watching the most boring vintage simulation game streams in history than spend two seconds longer being social than he wants to. Eight hours hanging out with one person is a record, even once Tomura subtracts the bathroom breaks he had to take because he was dumb enough to break the seal four drinks in. Has he ever spent eight hours doing nothing but talking with someone without getting bored? No. Not even close.

“It’s going well,” he says, and you look relieved. Not happy, just relieved. That’s – not good. “They’re kicking us out now.”

“Yeah.” You get to your feet and stagger a little bit. You probably drank at least as much as Tomura did, but you’re shorter than him, and you’re a woman. Are you okay? “I’m going to go pay. We should figure out rides home. The trains don’t run this late.”

Tomura fucked up somehow. He can’t figure out how, but he’s pretty sure he did. But you’re still about to get kicked out, and somebody has to pay the tab – and somebody has to figure out how you two are getting home. He gets to his feet, too. “I’ll get it. It can’t be that much.”

You look back at all the glasses on the table. “I think it’s going to be a lot. We’ll split.”

Even with the split, it’s more than Tomura’s spent on a night out, ever – and the longer he spends upright, the clearer it is that he’s trashed. You’re trashed, too. Maybe less than he is, because you’re still trying to work out how to get home. “It’ll be cheaper if we split a rideshare,” you say, and hold out your phone. “Put in your address.”

Tomura forgets his own address for a second. Then he types it in, and you take your phone back. “Okay. It’ll drop you off first, then me. Let’s go.”

Tomura follows you out, only weaving a little bit, and then the two of you are on the sidewalk again. The air’s still warm and humid, but at least there’s more of a breeze than there was before. You lean against the boardwalk railing and Tomura copies you. He leaves one hand open at his side in case you want to reach for it. You don’t, so Tomura goes for yours instead, and you look up at him. “Tomura?”

“It’s going well,” Tomura says. Your eyes slide away from his, and he asks a question that’s been on his mind since an hour or so in. “Want to do it again?”

“Stay out until two am on a work night and blow five times my hourly rate on drinks?” You shake your head. “Go on another date? Yeah.”

Tomura hears all of that in the right order, except the thing in the middle that he actually asked about. “It’s a work night?”

“For you, too. You said earlier.” Your hand moves in Tomura’s, unfolding your fingers to lace them together with his. “We should have called it quits four hours ago.”

“Yeah, well, I didn’t want to.” Tomura shouldn’t have had this much to drink. He’s saying stuff he probably shouldn’t. Or should he? He doesn’t see the point in lying about shit on a regular basis. Why start now? “I still don’t.”

Next to Tomura, you take a deep breath, then let it go. “Okay. Give me your phone.”

Tomura fishes it out of his pocket with his free hand and passes it to you, then has to take it back to unlock it. He watches as you navigate to his contacts and add yourself to them – your first name, plus the words “blind date”, like Tomura’s going to forget who you are. How many women do you think he has in his phone? You hand it back to him after saving your contact and Tomura waits for you to hand yours over so he can add his number to yours. You don’t. “I need your phone. You need my number.”

“If you text me, then I’ll have it,” you say. “If you don’t, I won’t need it.”

Tomura feels weird about that. “Is this some kind of test?”

“I’ve gotten stood up eight times. I’m done chasing after people who don’t want me.” You loosen your grip on Tomura’s hand, like you’re giving him the chance to let go. “I ran sixteen blocks to meet you. You can send me a text.”

Tomura can see where you’re coming from. Sort of. The rideshare shows up, and the two of you slide into the backseat. Going from standing up to sitting down gives Tomura some kind of drunken headrush, and he slumps sideways against you. “Sorry –”

“It’s fine.” You shift around in your seat until Tomura’s cheek is resting on your shoulder. You’re still holding his hand. “I don’t mind.”

Tomura doesn’t mean to fall asleep, but the next thing he knows, the rideshare’s coming to a stop outside his apartment building and you’re shaking him awake with the hand that was holding his. “We’re here,” you say. “It was nice to meet you, okay? I had a really good night.”

Tomura nods. His mouth tastes like something died in it, and his mind feels foggy, but not so foggy that he can’t figure out how he wants to say goodbye. Maybe you know. “What do we do?”

“How about a hug?��

Sounds good. Tomura’s mouth tastes too bad for kissing, anyway, and his lips are gross enough to make you wish you’d never met him. He reaches out and drags you awkwardly across the backseat and into his arms, and you �� fit. Tomura normally hates touching people, and he hates it even more when he’s drunk, but you fit, still and quiet with your head tucked in against his shoulder and your eyelashes brushing the side of his neck when you blink. Tomura could go back to sleep like this, easy. He’s having a hard time keeping his eyes open.

“Hey,” the driver says from the front seat. “Are you staying or going?”

“Are you in a big hurry or something?” Tomura pulls away from you with an effort and gets out of the car. The door shuts behind him, and Tomura turns to say goodbye, but he’s too slow. All he gets is a glimpse of your face through the window as the rideshare drives away.

Tomura should text you right now. The thought occurs to him, but then a mosquito bites him, and he slaps it a second too late. He’ll get inside the stupid building and get to his room, and then he can text you. It’s a good plan. Whether Tomura will remember it by the time he gets to the apartment is an entirely different story.

Tomura and his friends live on the top floor. The entire top floor. It used to be a penthouse, back when both the building and the neighborhood weren’t shit, but now the rent is cheap enough that the seven of them can afford it together. They all get their own rooms, three bathrooms is usually enough for everybody, and usually there’s at least one person who’s willing to cook dinner and let the rest of them mooch. Tomura and his roommates all keep weird hours, but by two-thirty in the morning everybody’s usually in their rooms, even if they’re awake. He’s not going to bother anybody as long as he’s quiet.

Or at least that’s what Tomura thinks. He’s dead wrong, because when the elevator doors open, he finds all the lights on in the living room, and most of the people he lives with sitting in there, wide awake. It looks like they’re waiting for something. It occurs to Tomura with slowly dawning horror that they’re waiting for him.

He makes the first move out of shock more than anything else. “What the fuck?”

“We decided to wait up for you. Since it’s baby’s first date and all,” Dabi says with a smirk. His stupid fiancé is here, too, perched on the arm of the chair Dabi’s in. “So how’d it go?”

Tomura doesn’t want to talk about this when he’s drunk. He wouldn’t want to talk to Dabi about it stone sober. He shakes his head. “Come on,” Twice announces from where he’s sprawled out on the rug next to Toga. “Nobody comes back from a date at three in the morning and gets to shake his head about it. Spill. No, don’t spill! I don’t want any nasty details.”

“I want all the nasty details,” Magne says. “What happened?”

“Perhaps we shouldn’t quiz him,” Sako says from the other chair. “Shigaraki will tell us what he wants to, when he wants to.”

Sako is officially the only person Tomura’s not pissed at right now. “No, he has to tell us now,” Toga says. “We’ve all been working on this for a month. We have to hear how it went!”

“Give us at least a few details,” Dabi’s idiot fiancé says. “We need something to base our wild speculations on.”

“You don’t live here,” Tomura says. Dabi glares at him. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Wait, it was bad?” Spinner runs the opposite way with it. “Why didn’t you just come back? Or you could have called us – we’d come drink with you –”

“It wasn’t bad,” Tomura snaps. “I got her number.”

He was hoping that would shut everybody up. Instead they all trade glances. “That’s it?” Dabi asks, incredulous. “You get back an hour after last call and all you got was her number?”

That’s not all Tomura got. “She said we should go out again. And we held hands.”

“Are you thirteen or something? That’s so lame,” Dabi’s idiot fiancé says. “Was she like, not –”

“She’s not that kind of girl,” Magne says. She reaches over from the couch to punch Dabi in the arm, even though it was the goddamn fiancé who said it. “You think I’d set Shigaraki up with that kind of girl?”

“Yeah, because that’s the kind of girl he’ll be dealing with in Vegas. Did you time-warp back to the fifties when I wasn’t looking?” Dabi grimaces. “You’re supposed to be upping your game. This is a setback.”

Tomura finally gets his feet under him. “No, it isn’t,” he says. “I had fun.”

He feels weird saying it, even though it’s true. He had fun walking around with you trying to find a bar you both wouldn’t hate, because both of you hate when things get too loud. He had fun talking about any of the fifty things the two of you talked about over the course of the eight hours you spent together. He liked seeing you square off with the asshole who tried to cut you both in line and he liked seeing you order the weirdest drink on the menu, even though it was disgusting and neither of you could finish it. He liked that he didn’t notice you trying to make him laugh until it already happened. He liked holding your hand.

Tomura had fun on his date, end sentence. “You guys are assholes. I’m going to bed.”

“We’re not assholes! We want to help,” Twice protests. “You don’t need our help! You’re doing fine.”

“Yeah, I’m with Twice,” Spinner says. Twice starts arguing with him, but Spinner ignores it. “It’s a win if you say it’s a win. Hanging out with somebody who’s not us for that long is definitely a win.”

“It’s not a game,” Toga says. She rolls over on her back and stares up at Tomura. “Are you going to text her?”

Right. Tomura was going to do that. He fumbles his phone out of his pocket. “No,” Dabi and his fucking fiancé say at the same time. Dabi keeps talking. “It hasn’t even been an hour. Are you trying to look desperate?”

“I texted Ochako while I was on the train home from our first date,” Toga says. Toga’s the only one other than Dabi who’s in an actual relationship, rather than a bunch of situationships, friends-with-benefits things, and hookups they block the next day. “I wasn’t desperate.”

“You’re the most desperate person I’ve ever met. But you’re a girl, so it’s cute on you,” Magne says. “It’s not cute on guys. It’s weird.”

“I don’t think it is,” Spinner says. Tomura adds Spinner and Toga to the list of people he doesn’t hate right now. “Sending a dick pic or begging for nudes would be desperate. Just saying something is – nice. I’ve never had a date text me the same night before. I wouldn’t mind.”

“In that case, your date would be a girl,” Magne points out. “Cute when girls do it. Weird when guys do. I’d know.”

Tomura lost the plot a few sentences back. “I wasn’t going to send a dick pic. I don’t even have a dick pic.”

Dabi’s fiancé wheezes. “What?”

“Okay, that’s enough!” Toga pops up off the floor. “Tomura-kun has work tomorrow and so do I – and so does Spinner – so we’re all going to go to bed.”

“We are?” Spinner asks, then yelps as Toga yanks him off the couch. “Hey!”

“That’s right,” Toga sings out. She grabs Tomura’s arm, too, and Tomura barely manages to avoid getting yanked off his feet. He stumbles down the hall after her, colliding with Spinner a few times. It’s all he can do to keep ahold of his phone.

Toga’s bedroom, Spinner’s, and Tomura’s are all along the same hallway, sharing the same bathroom. Once they’re in the hallway, Tomura plants his feet. “Why are you kidnapping me?”

“We’re not kidnapping you. Your room is right there.” Toga points, like there was any way Tomura was going to forget. He’s drunk, but not that drunk. “They were being mean. I’m happy for you. So is Spinner. Right, Spinner?”

“Like I said. A win’s a win.”

“It’s not a game.” Toga elbows him. Then she looks at Tomura. “They’re making it sound complicated and it’s not. If you like her, text her. If you don’t, don’t. Easy. Now go to bed.”

It’s not a puzzle game. It’s a yes or no question. Tomura likes that a lot better than whatever the hell the others wanted him to do. Still – “Do I need a dick pic?”

It’s quiet for at least a minute. “You know what,” Spinner says finally, “we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it. I’m with Toga. Go to bed before you get yourself in trouble.”

Tomura’s tempted to tell them both that he’s doing it because he wants to, not because they’re telling him to, but then he decides not to waste the air. The sooner he goes to his room, the sooner he can send you a message without everyone bothering him about it. He shuffles back to his room, flops down on the bed – which he didn’t make this morning, because he’s just going to get back in it later – and pulls out his phone. When he taps the contact icon, the first thing he sees is the contact you set for yourself.

Your name (blind date). Tomura opens a message and gets stuck trying to think of what to say. Short is probably better. His mind is off on some weird paths right now, a lot of which have to do with you and his dick and all of which would be a lot more of a problem if he wasn’t still drunk. And none of which you need to know about. You also don’t need to know about the ambush his friends set up for him when he got home. Or the fact that Tomura’s friends only sent him on this date so he could get better at women before the trip to Vegas in two months.

That might have been why Magne set you and Tomura up, but that’s not why Tomura’s texting you. this is tomura. i want a second date. That gets the point across for sure. If you texted Tomura that he’d count it as a win, so he sends it. But Toga said it’s not a game. Spinner said it would be nice to get a text from a date. What would Tomura want you to say, if he got a text from you?

Tomura overthinks it. He overthinks it so hard that he falls asleep, and only wakes up when he drops his phone on his face. You haven’t texted back yet, but it’s only been fifteen minutes since he sent the message, and you’re probably asleep. What kind of text would Tomura want to see from you when he woke up in the morning? That you liked him. That you had fun. Maybe you’d say something funny, too. Tomura doesn’t do funny. He almost falls back asleep again, then hauls himself up to wakefulness hand over hand, sitting up in the bargain. One more message. It should be easy.

sorry I fell asleep on you is what Tomura says. He barely manages to plug in his phone before he falls asleep for good.

He wakes up to his alarm howling, right on schedule. He can hear Spinner’s alarm doing the same thing from across the hall. Tomura’s mouth tastes like he threw up in it in his sleep. He fumbles for his phone to hit snooze on the alarm, but in the split second before he does, he sees a text notification. Everybody he texts has been asleep for the last – Tomura looks at the time and groans – four hours. So who –

Tomura unlocks his phone at warp speed and taps the message icon. He remembers texting you last night, but he didn’t remember how stupid he sounded. Sorry he fell asleep on you? You’re probably texting him to fuck off. Tomura glances down at your message. His head hurts badly enough that he has to read it five or six times to process it all the way.

You gave his first text a thumbs-up, then asked what he wants to do on the second date. But you replied directly to his stupid second message. it’s okay. next time it’s my turn.

Tomura’s lips split as an uncontrollable grin crosses his face. He got four hours of sleep. He’s got a full day of work and a hangover to go with it, and the instant he sets foot in the living room, his friends are going to start up on him about how he’s handling this all wrong. But Tomura must not be handling it all that badly, because he’s got a second date, and for a few seconds, the hangover and work and everything else doesn’t matter at all.

[hbyrde36]

Inspired by this TikTok

I wrote this instead of everything else I should be working on, enjoy! 😂

Rating: G | WC: 2494 | AO3

Eddie took a deep breath, preparing himself mentally for the night ahead as he walked up the street towards the place he was supposed to meet his blind date.

He couldn’t believe he’d agreed to this, but it wasn’t like he was having any luck finding love on his own. 

After several failed long-term relationships with fuckboys that weren’t worth his time and heartache, who ran the second things got real, he joined the apps—quickly realizing that most of the guys he found on there were only looking for sex. Which was fun and all, but Eddie wanted more. 

He was looking for romance, a spark, someone he could see spending his life with, who was also looking for a partner. Someone who wasn’t allergic to commitment. 

So, he’d quit the apps. 

And when Chrissy told him she had a guy she wanted him to meet he figured, fuck it, he’d tried everything else. 

Steve Harrington. 

He was a friend of Robin’s, Chrissy’s new girlfriend who Eddie hadn’t had the chance to meet yet, but apparently the three of them had gotten together last weekend, and now Chrissy was convinced the man and Eddie were perfect for each other. 

“On the surface it’s giving opposites attract,” she’d said, “but under the carefully styled hair and button down shirts, Steve is not at all what you’d expect. He’s kind, funny, a little weird, and way different than the guys you usually go for—but in the best way. Just give it a chance. I promise at the very least you’ll have a good time and maybe make a friend.”

Eddie wasn’t so sure that’d be the case, but he was here, willing to give it a go, and he had a trick up his sleeve. A little idea he’d stolen from a TikTok video that had, so far, a 100% success rate for exposing duds.

He reached his destination and pushed open the door, entering the warm dimly lit restaurant, and before he’d even reached the hostess stand noticed a man rising from his seat, smiling and waving—waving at him.

And oh, oh Chrissy had better count her days because Eddie was going to fucking kill her. Steve, assuming this was the guy, was quite literally the hottest man he’d ever seen in real life. 

She couldn't warn a guy?  

Eddie raised his hand, absently returning the wave as he continued to stare a little dumbstruck at his date. 

Get it together, Munson. 

Mercifully, Eddie was able to snap out of it enough to put one foot in front of the other again and make his way over to their booth.

There was an awkward moment where Steve couldn’t seem to make up his mind between shaking Eddie’s hand, or hugging him in greeting. 

Honestly Eddie wasn’t sure of the protocol either since it was his first blind date. He supposed this was to be expected. Not only were they about to embark upon the supremely awkward adventure that was every first date ever, but they were also meeting for the very first time having never seen or spoken to each other before.    

In the end it became one of those half-and-half bro hugs with the little pat on the back, before they took their seats opposite one another. 

Steve was the first to break the silence. “It’s good to meet you, Chrissy told me a lot about you.” 

“Wish I could say the same.” Eddie muttered under his breath. 

“Oh, um.”

“Sorry, it’s—I didn’t mean,” Eddie shook his head at himself. “Ignore me.”

“No, I'm sorry.” Steve raked a hand over his face. “It’s weird right? This is weird. I tried to tell Robin—I mean, who even goes on blind dates anymore!”

It surprised a laugh out of Eddie that he couldn’t have held back if he tried. He quickly slapped a hand over his mouth, but it was too late. 

Great job, Munson, laugh at the guy—great way to make a first impression. 

But then Steve was cracking a little lopsided smile, the corners of his eyes crinkling ever-so-slightly with it. He didn’t seem offended, or mad. 

Fuck. 

He wasn’t just dangerously hot, he was cute too. 

Eddie tugged lightly on his shirt collar, and cleared his throat. “It’s a little weird, sure, but that doesn’t mean it’s bad.”

Their server chose that moment to arrive and introduce herself, taking their drink order—some local craft beer Eddie had never heard of for Steve, a Jack and coke for himself—and Eddie used the temporary distraction to try and regain some composure. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t already hoping this would go somewhere, that Steve would be different from all the others.

But when the server had gone and it was just the two of them again, Steve opened his mouth and Eddie instantly flashed back to every bad first date he’d been on.

“So, what’s your favorite—”

Steve hadn’t even finished asking his first question before Eddie was interrupting, raising a hand to tick off each response on his fingers as he went.

“Black, metal, D&D, the 1999 cinematic masterpiece The Mummy starring our lord and savior Brendan Fraser, The Silmarillion, cheeseburgers, Halloween, aaaaand—a dog.”

Steve blinked at him. “...What?”

“My favorite color, genre of music, hobby, movie, book, food, holiday, and of course the classic—if I could be any animal, what animal would I be and why?” 

Eddie let his hand fall to the table with a soft thud. “Dog—hands down. And I know I look more like someone who’d say black cat or something like that, but I enjoy attention and physical affection far too much to be an aloof feline. Shaggy lovable mutt seems way more my speed.”

By the end of his speech, Steve was grinning from ear to ear, nodding in understanding.

Eddie gave half a shrug, blushing a bit under the full force of Steve’s dazzling smile. “Thought I'd save us some time and speed-run the same old, same old.”

A moment later their drinks arrived and they both sat up a little straighter reflexively as the server set each glass down on cocktail napkins in front of them before scurrying off. 

They’d been leaning in towards each other without even realizing, it seemed. It was Steve’s turn to blush now, Eddie noted with delight as he raised his glass to his lips, grateful to have something to do with his hands.

“I take it you’ve been on a lot of first dates?” Steve asked, taking a long sip from his own drink.

“A few.” Eddie said, tilting his cup to swirl the ice around. “You?”

Steve made a waffling motion with his head. “A few.” 

Eddie took another sizable swig from his glass, focusing for a moment on the burn of the whiskey and the tingle of soda bubbles in his throat as he swallowed, and carefully set his cup down on the table between them. It was almost empty already—should have asked for a double. 

“Okay, my turn, “ he said.

Steve raised an eyebrow. “You wanna know my favorite color?”

“No, there’ll be plenty of time to find that out later.”

“Presumptuous of you.”

Eddie hummed noncommittally. “More… hopeful.”

Steve let out a breathy laugh. “Alright, what do you want to know?”

Here goes nothing—

“What would you do if we moved in together and I started seeing ghosts and told you that our house was haunted?”

Steve tilted his head to the side, giving Eddie that soft crooked smile again, and damn if it wasn’t becoming one of Eddie’s favorite things. Can you be obsessed with something you’ve only seen twice?

Steve was quiet for a long moment, nearly draining his beer as he thought it over, but eventually set his own drink down beside Eddie’s and looked him dead in the eye. “Is it a nice ghost or a scary ghost? Are we talking banging on walls and rearranging furniture at 3am? Or a cold yet comforting presence in the corner.” 

Eddie put on a show of thinking about it, rubbing his chin and staring off into space as he tried desperately to contain his excitement. He’d never had the question go over this well before. 

Then their server was back, asking if they wanted another round—yes, of course—and if they were ready to order. They hadn’t even cracked open their menus yet, too distracted with talking. 

“Do you know what you want?” Steve asked him.

Eddie swallowed hard. 

You.

“I-I’m not picky. Order for me? Chrissy said you come here a lot so I’m sure you know what’s good.”

Without hesitation Steve ordered them a burger each, and a plate of some sort of fancy fries to share, apparently they had the best fries. 

It hadn’t been another test, honest. Eddie really didn’t care what he ate, this was already turning out to be his best date in far too long—and It could have been a coincidence, maybe Steve ordered burgers there all the time, but Eddie chose to believe it meant Steve had been listening. Test or not, he’d passed with flying colors.

When they were alone again Eddie smoothed his hands along the table, drawing invisible patterns with his fingers and finally answered Steve’s question. 

“Let’s go with scary ghost, but remember you have no proof, you haven't seen it with your own eyes, just my word.”

Steve waved him off as if that was inconsequential, upending his glass to get the last dregs of the beer, and wiping his lips on the back of his hand.

“Okay, well then it depends on how hands on you want to be. We could consult WitchTok, try and cleanse the house ourselves, ask the spirit to leave, that kinda thing. Or maybe find a priest who’d be willing to help us out? That might be a little more difficult since the church isn’t usually our biggest fans, but I could deal with a little homophobia to make sure you were happy and comfortable in our home.”

Eddie’s stomach flipped, heart beginning to race. He wasn’t surprised exactly, Steve had been blowing past his expectations at every turn already, but there was no more perfect answer to his admittedly insane first date question.

So naturally, he had to push. 

“What if I wanted to move?”

Steve shrugged. “Then we’d move.” 

Eddie stared at him incredulously. Steve said it like it was nothing, like uprooting his entire life for some crazy shit was akin to changing his socks. This was all hypothetical, Eddie knew that, and Steve could just be telling him what he wanted to hear, but Eddie had a feeling he was telling the absolute truth

“But we’d be out, at minimum, a month’s rent and security deposit, and what if the landlord won’t let us out of the lease?!” Eddie threw his hands up, suddenly taking his own game much too seriously. “Or godforbid we’d bought the place, then we’d have to sell it and all our money would be tied up in it, and—”

Steve reached out and took Eddie’s hands with his own, gently stroking his thumbs along the back of them. “Baby—baby it’s okay. No amount of money would be worth you feeling unsafe.”

And Eddie was simply going to pass away, because what the fuck—how was this man so perfect?

“Why—how are you single?”

Steve flashed a sad, self deprecating smile. “I’ve been told I can be a little… intense.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“Well, historically speaking…”

Eddie leaned over the table, pressing a kiss to the back of Steve’s hand. “I happen to like intense.”

Steve sucked in a breath, cheeks flushing again with the most glorious shade of pink. “Good to know.”

They stayed hand in hand talking for a long time, taking turns asking each other the most random questions they could think of. 

“Favorite episode of The Twilight Zone?” Eddie asked. 

“Oh, easy. I don’t know the name of it but it’s the one where the kid is lost and her parents can hear her in the house panicking, but they can’t see her?” 

Eddie nodded his approval. “Little Girl Lost, good choice.” God he was falling more in love by the second. 

“Favorite Abba song.” Steve countered. 

Eddie grinned. “How do you know I even have one? Mean scary metalhead like me.”

Steve rolled his eyes, and shot him a look that clearly stated he found Eddie neither mean or scary. “Everybody likes Abba.”

“Well played.” Eddie bit at his bottom lip. He felt like a teenager with his first crush all over again. “Fine—while Dancing Queen holds a special place in my heart, and maybe this makes me a gay cliche, but Gimme, Gimme, Gimme fucking slaps.” 

It went on and on like that until eventually their food arrived, forcing them to separate. They still spoke as they finished their meal, and settled their tab, but Eddie missed the warmth of Steve’s hand in his already. 

He suddenly understood why some couples chose to sit together on the same side of a booth. He’d happily look like a dork right now to have the opportunity to be pressed up against Steve’s side, to be able to slide a hand along his thigh and maybe—

“Eddie?” 

Steve’s slightly raised voice found him in his daydream, snapping him out of it abruptly. 

“Wha..?”

“Did I lose you there for a second?” Steve asked, a knowing smile playing on his lips.

Eddie rubbed at the back of his neck nervously. “Yeah, sorry, um—you were saying?”

“I said, I'm having a really good time, and I know we already paid the bill but I really don’t want this night to end, so—” Steve slid out of his seat and moved to stand in front of him, holding a hand out—which Eddie took immediately, of course, and let Steve pull him to his feet. 

“I was wondering if you’d want to take this back to my apartment? Y’know, so we can plan a second date?” He finished with a smirk.

Jesus Christ. 

Warmth shot through Eddie’s body at the implications but he found his heart skipping a beat too, because as much as Steve was teasing, Eddie knew somehow that he meant it about the second date. 

He couldn’t believe his luck, Steve was everything Chrissy had made him out to be, and so much more. He was going to send her the biggest bouquet of flowers tomorrow, and maybe an edible arrangement. Were those still a thing?

Eddie leaned in, letting his lips brush along the shell of Steve’s ear as he spoke. “It’s not haunted, is it?” 

Steve shivered, wrapping his arms around Eddie’s shoulders and pulling their bodies flush. “No, but if you’re interested I can think of a few other ways to make you scream.”

Thanks as always to the lovely @penny00dreadful for everything😘😘😘

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[grumpyghostdoodles]

Summer nights!

And of course I gave them matching pajamas, who do you take me for.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 14 - Secret Identity

@wolfstarmicrofic July 14, word count 948

Because of his family, Sirius often used another name when dealing with people he didn't know. Especially when dating. Once they heard Black, that was it, they were suddenly obsessed with being introduced to his parents. He’d grown his hair long, and he avoided suits like the plague. If you put him next to a picture of his younger self, it would be hard to guess they were the same person. 

He was being set up by a friend of a friend. He’d been adamant that his real name wasn’t mentioned. He had a rule that he only revealed his actual name if he thought it would go anywhere and, so far, that hadn’t happened. 

He was nervous. Something about this date was making him jumpy. He tried to shake it off and think about the nice meal he was going to have tonight. He’d chosen his favourite restaurant, all the staff knew him and knew not to call him Sirius or Mr Black. 

A tall, thin man in faded blue jeans, a slightly rumpled white shirt and an honest-to-god brown cardigan. Sirius looked around the restaurant to see who he was meeting. The man leaned in to ask the host something and, to Sirius’s astonishment, Celeste led the man over to his table. He jumped out of his seat when they stopped beside him and the man looked at him expectantly. 

“Thank you, Celeste,” He held out his hand to his date. “Simon White,” He introduced himself. 

“Remus Lupin,” Remus replied politely. They sat down and opened their menus. 

Sirius already knew what he was ordering, so he observed Remus instead. He was very handsome now that he was closer, with gorgeous sandy hair that wound into cute little curls. If only he had a sense of style, he’d be batting them off instead of going on a blind date with him. 

They made polite conversation and Remus seemed very nice, but Sirius was bored and not for the first time he wished he hadn’t come. Then Remus came out with the most outlandish, unexpected thing. 

“You look like a good shag, wanna have a bit of fun?” Sirius spit his water out across the table.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” He mopped up the spilt liquid as best he could. Remus put his hand on top of Sirius’s.

“Simon, calm down, it’s only water. Now if it had been red wine I think the staff might throw you out,” He stage whispered. 

“Nah, they love me in here,” Sirius waved him off. 

“Do you come here often?” Remus asked, his brow furrowing. 

“Er, yeah, it’s my favourite and I don’t cook so…” He didn’t dare say it was where he brought all his dates. 

“So, Simon, what do you do?” Sirius felt like squirming, he hated that Remus was calling him by his fake name. 

The man was growing on him, and he could almost see a possible future with this man. 

They were tucking into their desserts. Sirius had ordered the lemon cheesecake and Remus had the chocolate fudge cake. Remus was regaling him with a prank he’d pulled at his boarding school that nearly got him kicked out. 

“The toilets blew blue water everywhere, and they had to get in a line of portaloos on the front lawn to accommodate all of us while the plumbers tried to sort out the mess I made.” Sirius laughed a genuine laugh. He had tears in his eyes and was finally enjoying himself. “Did you ever get up to mischief when you were younger, Simon?” Sirius did shudder that time. Remus looked at him concerned. “Are you alright?” Sirius swallowed and braced himself. 

“Sirius,” He said, screwing his eyes shut. 

“Huh?” Remus asked, confused.

“My name isn’t Simon, it’s Sirius. I use a fake name on dates or else people want to know about my parents or the rest of the family and I can’t deal with that.” He confessed.

“So what is your real name?” Remus asked him. 

“Sirius Black,” He watched as Remus’s eyebrows crept up his forehead. 

“Oh,” He said. Sirius closed his eyes, a bit disappointed that he wouldn’t get to see Remus again and just when he was starting to have fun. “Well, I can happily say I have absolutely no interest in your family. No offence but they’re terrible,” Sirius’s head snapped up. Wait, what?

“You really don’t care who I am?” Sirius asked in wonder. Remus shook his head. 

“Who cares where you come from? It’s about who you are that matters, and I can tell you’re nothing like them. A bit lonely, but you show me a single person who isn’t.” Sirius could have cried. Where had this amazing, caring man come from and how could he have ever wanted the date to be over because he was boring? Remus Lupin was anything but boring. 

“Want to finish up here and come back to mine for coffee?” He dared to ask, putting himself out there in a way he never had before. Remus grinned a smile so big it took Sirius’s breath away. 

“Turn it into a hot chocolate, and I’m yours,” Remus joked. Sirius felt his stomach doing summersaults. He’d never eaten a cheesecake so fast in his life. The bill was charged to his account, and they left. Sirius grabbed Remus’s hand on the way through the door and Remus linked their fingers together. Sirius felt like he could fly right now. It was ridiculous. He made a mental note to thank Marlene for the set-up. But for now, he had hot chocolate to make, he was just glad that he had the good stuff in.

[thewizardofmoss]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 人渣反派自救系统 - 墨香铜臭 | The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Luo Binghe/Shen Yuan | Shen Qingqiu Characters: Shen Yuan | Shen Qingqiu, Luo Binghe, Shang Qinghua Additional Tags: Mentioned Mobei-jun, Getting Together, Bingpup tendencies, namely biting, A Confession, this is so unhinged i actually don't know how to tag, typical bingyuan dynamics, Modern AU, the heavenly pillar rises, yes that means there's a boner, blind dates, Oblivious Shen Yuan | Shen Qingqiu, Making Out, Mentioned Liu Qingge, Mentioned Liu Mingyan, the dates are the harem, no beta we fall into the Endless Abyss, AND COME OUT STRONGER, Shang Qinghua and Shen Yuan | Shen Qingqiu are Roommates Summary:

Luo Binghe gave him a pained look. “Why do you think I’m straight?” he asked.

Shen Yuan made a noncommittal noise. “I don’t know. Women love you. Doesn’t everyone kind of assume that?”

At this point, Luo Binghe was practically in tears.

Shen Yuan hurried to continue. “I mean, even Qiu Haitang was happy at first because I suggested you over me. I almost said yes to her before I considered the quest.”

Now actual tears began to leak out of Luo Binghe’s eyes. “Why do you think you’re straight?” he cried in abject misery.

Or

Shen Yuan sets Luo Binghe up on a blind date at least once a week in an attempt to get him a woman. He's been doing it for years. Little does he know…

[skywritingrambles]

Annnnddd here is chapter two of my jayvik modern blind date au. For some reason tumblr isn't letting me actually insert a link as media right now so I'll probably try again later.

Anyway, in this chapter they've been seeing each other for quite a while now, and decide to hang out at Jayce's apartment. Featuring Jayce's dog, Tamale, but he doesn't do much lol. I promise they'll have some fun with dog soon.

I'm gonna be completely honest I'm not really sure where to go with this from here. I don't have really an overarching plot I just want to show their relationship progressing and uh. I don't know. Any requests or ideas are greatly appreciated!

[skzhua]

My Best Luck

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Lee Felix x Reader.

Genre: Blind date AU, fluff.

Warnings: Swearing, jealous Felix.

Word Count: 4,308

Summary: Changbin trying to play cupid between two of his friends. Both of them hating the idea, both of them ending up liking it.

"Changbin, god dammit!" you yelped, feeling yourself tripping on something.

"You're fine, I swear! Don't you trust me?" he chuckled, his hand still clinging on your arm so he could guide you properly.

"Yes, but I'm starting to think that maybe I shouldn't." you said dramatically.

It was in the morning when Changbin demanded you show up at the usual park you two hang out. When you had arrived, he took you by surprise with a headband to cover your eyes before leading you somewhere. No matter how many questions you asked, he hushed you immediately. The blindfold was stressing the shit out of you and, frankly, you did not trust your friend with guiding you. Either you were going to fall in a pond or meet face with a tree.

"Ahh!" you screamed as you felt yourself slip.

"Changbin, the fuck?" you heard someone else speak.

On cue, Changbin removed your blindfold. You needed time to adjust to the light, but once you did, you easily spotted the man standing in front of you. You recognized him from your friends suggestions on Facebook, but you had never met him, well, until now.

"Uh, hi?" you waved awkwardly at the boy, who did the same before he sent a glare at your friend.

"I thought you wanted to hang out downtown." he deadpanned at him.

"And I thought we were going to walk around the park and feed the ducks." you snorted.

Changbin sighed loudly, pinching the bridge of his nose. "See? This is exactly why I believe you are perfect for each other."

You choked on your own saliva. What was he saying? Thinking back, you did remember the moment you mentioned to Changbin you wanted someone around to cuddle and kiss, but you were far from being serious. You were only a bit in need of physical attention, that's all. A bit... or a lot.

"What are you saying?" the boy spoke your thoughts.

"Surprise! I matched you two for a blind date!" he exclaimed proudly, though the reactions were poor.

"Thanks, but no thanks." you said, turning on your heels to leave.

However, Changbin wasn't going to let you go that easily. He grabbed you by the arm and brought you back in front of this stranger. You would admit he did pick a man looking close to your ideal type, but that didn't mean you were actually going to trust him with your love life.

"My dear Y/N, may I present you my good friend from work, Felix." he gestured the man, who simply forced a grin. "And Lix, this is my friend Y/N."

You rolled your eyes at how ridiculous this was. "You're acting as if we are elementary students who are learning how to make friends."

Felix let out a laugh, but quickly stopped when Changbin kicked him with his leg.

"I'm trying to avoid the awkward small talk." he said in defense, but Felix shook his head in disapproval.

"You're making this awkward."

With a huff, he raised his hands up in defeat. "Alright, then I shall leave the two of you alone. But no escaping! I'll be watching you." he glared at you especially.

As Changbin walked away further, you found yourself standing in the middle of the park with a pure stranger. Reassuring, really. Neither of you said a word for a while, uneasy at the turn of events. You were definitely going to kill Changbin for pulling one like this on you.

"Y/N, right?" Felix broke the weird ambiance.

"Yeah. Sorry about Changbin, by the way." you chuckled. "I didn't think he was going to actually set me up on a date when I asked."

He raised an eyebrow at you. "You're the one behind this?"

"Oh gosh, no!" you denied right away. "I just haven't been in a relationship for a long time."

He let out a little laugh before he came closer to you. You could see him even better, and it was no secret he was extremely good-looking. It was a miracle he was still single when looking like this, you almost didn't believe it.

"He's still stalking us." he pointed behind you for you to see, but you didn't turn around.

"Let's just give him the satisfaction, shall we? Plus, I think you can't be much of a bad company." you shrugged.

"You seem nice, too." he returned the compliment. "Alright, then. Did you have something in mind?"

You thought for a bit, when an idea suddenly popped. "Since I was expecting to be feeding ducks and you wanted to go downtown, we could mix both of these activities together."

"That's a good compromise. Okay, show me the duckies!" he chuckled.

He came next to you and linked your arms together. You didn't mind at all, and led him to the pond nearby. There, a small group of birds were already playing in the water, some of them fighting and others diving. You took notice of the baby ducklings waddling around and melted at the sight. One of your many weaknesses was your love for birds.

"Uh, I never noticed that birds can actually be cute." Felix said, observing attentively the ducks.

You were glad he was, at least, not mocking your weird obsession. Reassured on that aspect, you dragged him to a small stand where a man you grew to know as Jisung sold seeds. He was working part-time for the city, mostly at this particular park.

"Coming to see the babies?" he said as soon as you came up to him.

"You know me." you laughed. "Two bags, please?"

He pulled out two bags full of bird food, and watched you and your friend curiously. "Who's your friend?"

"Ah, Ji, this is Felix! He's Changbin's coworker."

"Nice to meet you." the boy in question bowed, and Jisung jumped in surprise.

"Damn, man! Your voice is something!"

Felix wasn't sure if this was a compliment, but he thanked Jisung nonetheless. The latter wished you to have fun as you paid for the treats. You ran close to the water and the birds seemed to recognize you instantly. You crouched down as you cooed at them, taking a small amount of seeds in your hand to give them. Felix hesitantly copied your actions. He was a bit jumpy at first since it was his first time feeding ducks, but he rapidly got used to it. The animals quacked from time to time, splashed water on you as they shook it off from their feathers, and even let you pet the back of their heads.

"Looks like you do this often." Felix spoke after you had been sitting for a while.

"My mother taught me about birds. They are extremely intelligent, unlike what people might think. I find it fascinating that they have the ability to fly. Well, most of them."

"I was always more a cat and dog person. I might start to look into birds more, now." he smiled as a duckling came to him, jumping around.

"Actually." you started, and then began to observe him closely. He backed away slightly, unsure about what you were doing.

"Actually, what?" he said in confusion.

"You kind of look like a baby chick. Or a cat. It depends on the angle."

Felix's brain stopped working for a moment before he exploded in laughter. "This might be the first time I am compared to a bird. I'll take it, thank you."

For an unexpected date you originally didn't want to take part in, it was oddly nice. Felix was easy to talk with. Most importantly, he didn't judge you for your weird antics.

After a while, you were starting to get hungry, so you left the ducks with the rest of the food before heading to the city. Since the both of you came using public transport, you hopped onto a bus. Felix had some restaurants in mind he wanted to show you, so you followed his lead. The ride was a bit long, so you looked around to pass time. You soon noticed a curly headed man, wearing a mask and a similar outfit to the one your friend wore earlier.

"Changbin's here." you mumbled into Felix's ear.

He glanced up and saw him too. "He's taking this a bit too seriously." he laughed. "Don't mind him. We're just two people getting along."

It did help you. Changbin's presence seemed to be bothering more than it should, but Felix made it seem as if he wasn't there watching your every move.

You finally reached a street full of shops and restaurants. Felix dragged you to a cute pizza place, and you decided to share one together. You got comfortable at a table close to the window so you could watch the city. People were walking, running, some of them had dogs with them, and others were laughing with friends. It felt nice to go out, in contrary of your usual lazy self who stayed inside playing games.

"What's your favourite food?" Felix said, drifting your attention back to him.

"I'm not picky, I can eat everything." you happily answered before taking a bite of your pizza piece. "How about you?"

"Hmm... that's a hard one. I'd say same, but I do like chicken a lot."

"I agree, it's so good."

"Right? And plus, chicken has meat in it!"

You paused for a second, trying to process what he had just said. Was he joking or was he being serious? From his expression, he did seem to be very serious. It took everything in you to not laugh at him, though you found it quite adorable.

"Yeah, chicken is good." you ended up saying, containing a smile.

When it was time to leave, Felix insisted on paying. The both of you fought over the bill, but you eventually gave up when he brought up the fact you paid for the duck food. You left the restaurant to go explore the other stores around. You shopped for some clothes, since spring was going to end soon and you wanted nice clothes for summer. While you picked some piece of clothing here and there, Felix was rummaging through the shirts and jackets. The items he picked were exactly the kind you would recommend to someone. He had good taste. And he looked good in it. The leather jacket he ended up choosing was looking too good on him, you had to stop yourself from fangirling.

"I like that top." he pointed out to the off-shoulder shirt you bought.

"Thanks, and I like your jacket."

"Really? I wasn't so sure if it'd be too much."

You smiled at him in reassurance. "It fits you perfectly, I swear."

He blushed a little bit at your comment, and looked away to prevent you from seeing it. But you saw perfectly the red tint that was spreading on his face. You were starting to be grateful towards Changbin for introducing you to such a charming man, but you were still trying to convince yourself he was being a pain in the ass by doing so.

"Y/N?" You hummed, still looking at your feet as you walked. "Can we stop at this game shop?" he asked shyly.

You eyes widened when you looked up to see a huge gaming store, filled with games, consoles and merch. "You game too?"

"What? You game? I literally build my own computer and play League of Legends on a daily basis." he informed you.

"Shut up, you're kidding."

"I'm not!" he laughed out. "I was scared you were going to judge me, and I certainly did not expect you to like this stuff as much as I do."

"Now you care about what I think about you?" you teased.

"Maybe." he smirked. "Shall we go?"

You had to gather all of your inner strength to not impulsively buy a new pokemon plush, especially since you were on the verge of being in debt. Felix, on the other hand, walked around in the Nintendo area and was looking through the games.

"Is Zelda a good one?" he asked for your opinion.

"I personally loved it, but I don't know if you like adventures."

"I like it a lot, actually." he mumbled, and did not hesitate another second to take it and bring it to the cash register.

When you left, he looked at his new game proudly, reading the back cover. You summarized how the game works and told him some of your cheat codes to help him out.

"And if you're stuck at some point, you can let me know. I know the game by heart, I could help." you offered.

"Yeah, that'd be great. I'll start to familiarize myself with it, but I'll definitely hit you up if I need anything."

You exchanged warm smiles, and it was your turn to go red. It didn't get better when Felix put his arm around you, pulling you closer to him. Since it was getting late, the weather did get colder. However, you felt extremely warm for some reason.

You slowly made your way back to the park where you initially started the date. A few minutes passed until Changbin appeared, a huge grin plastered on his face.

"Getting cozy?" he wiggled his eyebrows to Felix's arm around you.

The man rolled his eyes and huffed at your friend. "It's getting cold, that's all."

"Whatever you say, Lix." he smirked, and you turned to an embarrassingly redder tone. "How about you drive her home?"

"Bin..." you said in a warning tone.

"I brought my car, you can use it." he shrugged his shoulders before throwing his keys at Felix's direction. "Anyway, I was meeting up with Hyunjin, so you two have fun."

Not letting you say another word, he ran off which left you alone with Felix. Completely alone with him. No more Changbin stalking around.

"I hate him." you grunted.

"Hey, it's all good. It's not like we hate each other. Unless..." Felix trailed off, starting to panic a little bit.

You shook your head right away. "No, I don't mean it in that way! Just... You know what? Forget it. I'm actually glad we can spend a bit more time together." you smiled, which made Felix chuckle shyly.

You talked some more as you walked to Changbin's car. Though it wasn't so far, it was taking you an oddly long amount of time to get there. It was as if you didn't want the night to end just yet. Felix was nothing but courteous. He opened the door for you and, as cheesy as it sounds, buckled your seatbelt for you before taking place at the driver's seat. You told him your address so he could enter it on the GPS, and you were good to go.

"Do you mind if I play some music?" you asked, already opening your Spotify app.

"Not at all."

Other than the soft ballads you played, the ride home was silent. It wasn't awkward or anything. It was quite pleasant, actually. You arrived at your place much sooner than you anticipated, and you were weirded out on the disappointment you felt.

"I should call Changbin to ask him what to do with his car now." Felix let out a laugh as he pulled over in front of your building. "It was fun, I liked our day together."

"Me too. I'm happy to know I found myself a gaming partner."

Felix's smile dropped for a second, but it came back when he asked you for your contact information. You know, to keep in touch for his new game. Just for that. Only that. Your heart heavy, you sadly left the car as Felix waved you goodbye, promising to reach out to you in the next days.

It was on days like these that Felix really wondered why he chose to be friends with Changbin. The man had spontaneously decided to go for a bowling night with his friends. What Felix didn't expect was to see you there, an information Changbin had left out. Not only were you there, but you had brought your friend Jisung with you. And if you asked him, he'd say the squirrel-like boy was too close to you for his liking. Was it his fault for not reaching out to you like he promised? Yes, it was entirely his fault. Could you blame him? He did not expect to have you in his mind 24/7 after your improvised date, even less chickening out just by the sight of your phone number on his own phone. Anyway, he did not like the idea of you ending together with Jisung. Because the man was fun, unlike him, he thought.

The moment he saw you, he wanted to run away and hide himself in shame. However, his good friend, Chan, noticed his attempt of running away and did not let the younger man slip away so easily. To his surprise, you greeted him normally, acting as if nothing happened. He was relieved, until he noticed Jisung coming behind you as he slouched his arm around your shoulder.

"I'm getting a snack at the canteen if you want me to buy you anything." Jisung said to you after his turn ended.

"Can you get me a drink, please? Anything will do, I'm just thirsty."

You had definitely pulled out your flirtiest tone in purpose, and your choice of clothing had definitely been thought out. You were wearing the top Felix had complimented weeks ago along with a pair of shorts, too short for Felix's liking. Either you were being like this to purposely piss him off, or you were actually starting to go out with Jisung, because there was no way you would be forcing yourself that much on a normal Tuesday evening.

When your friend had left you alone, Felix took the opportunity to take the now-free spot next to you. You avoided his gaze, as Changbin mocked Minho's lack of talent at bowling.

"Y/N." he spoke, but you didn't look at him yet.

"Wait a second, Felix. It's my turn." you said briefly getting up as Minho passed you a ball.

The freckled man sighed loudly, much to Changbin's notice. He scooted closer to the man, a smirk on his face. Felix only glared at him.

"Things have been rough with her?" he nudged at him. "I told you I found your perfect match."

"Shut up." Felix grumbled. "I'm not going to give you the satisfaction of being right."

"But I was right."

Slowly, Felix nodded. "I freaked out, and now my chance is gone."

"She asked me about you, you know?"

Felix's posture straightened at the words. "She did?"

"Yeah, she was worried she left a bad impression because you didn't text her afterwards."

"Then what is this show with Jisung boy?" he scoffed.

"That's nothing. Jisung is always flirty with everyone."

"Alright, but that doesn't explain her weird behaviour..." he trailed off.

"Bruh, are you kidding me? You ghosted her for weeks, of course she's weirded out you're here."

The conversation was cut short when you sat right back down at your previous spot, separating the two men. As Felix debated in his mind on what he should say something to you first, Jisung came back with a slushie and he stucked closely to your side for the rest of the night. As much as it annoyed him, he didn't want to talk with you while half of his coworkers were there, plus your friend. Patiently, he waited for the game to end.

Jisung guided you outside by the waist while the others followed behind. You thanked him for coming, embracing him in a tight hug, before he left. This relieved Felix more than it should have. The others slowly made their way to their cars, and soon enough, only you, Changbin and Felix were left.

"I thought you were going to leave with Jisung." Changbin said to you, confused.

"Right. I was hoping you could bring me home? He had some stuff to do and I didn't want him to drag me with him." you laughed apologetically.

"I can't. My sister needs me to go check something out on her computer. I think it shut down on its own, or something like that."

Felix knew too well that Changbin's sister would not ask him this kind of favour in the middle of the night. Nonetheless, he was actually glad he was helping him out to fix things with you.

And as for you, well, you were mad. You had avoided Felix because you were afraid he was going to tell you off right there and then. Ghosting you had hurt enough, you weren't in for a face to face rejection.

"I can give you a ride." Felix shrugged, much to your displeasure. "And I already know where you live, it's on the way to my place."

You forced a smile. "How convenient."

Changbin's glare didn't go unnoticed by you, as he slowly walked to his car, giving you and his friend a moment. Thankfully, Felix didn't act awkwardly like you had been for the entire evening. He casually made some jokes while you walked with him to his car. Again, he was a perfect gentleman as he opened and closed the door for you. He started the car and played some soft music, similar to the genre you had played last time you were in a car with him. He was still so sweet, although you had been quite unpleasant. You were definitely wondering how he was still single.

"I don't make the time for it, I guess." Felix laughed, making you realize you spoke your thoughts out loud.

You looked away in embarrassment. "I didn't mean to say this out loud." you mumbled, but Felix chuckled, finding you cute.

"It's fine, I was actually wondering the same thing about you, until I saw you with Jisung tonight. Congratulations, by the way."

You had not intented for your relationship with Jisung to come off as romantic. You felt bad since Felix must have thought you were dating him for the entire night.

"Oh, no! We're not together, he's not my type anyway."

He raised an eyebrow at your statement. "What is your type, then?"

"You." you wanted to answer so bad, but you determined it wasn't a good idea. "I like someone who's genuine, and with whom I can joke around easily and feel comfortable." He hummed at your response, looking satisfied. "What's yours?"

"I don't really have one in particular. I prefer focusing on how it is with the person, if I feel comfortable with them or not. Now thinking of it, my type might be just like yours."

There was a moment of silence afterwards. You weren't sure if you were supposed to bring up your nights you spent awaiting his message or not. But he beat you to it.

"I'm sorry for not calling you. I would usually blame it on work, but it was entirely my fault." Your eyes shot to his direction, taken aback from his sudden honesty. "The truth is, I kind of chickened out?"

"I thought you like chicken."

He sent you a look. "Ha. Ha. Real funny." You laughed, but encouraged him to go on. "Anyway, I thought you saw me only on a platonic level and I was scared I was going to put myself in a hole I wouldn't be able to get out of. And I also didn't want Changbin to make me admit he had actually managed to find the perfect person for me. So all of these reasons mixed together, I wasn't brave enough to text you, and I'm sorry."

You smiled at him brightly, which was not what he expected as a reaction. "But you wanted to call me."

"I really wanted to, yeah." he almost whispered.

He had reached your apartment building by then, but neither of you wanted this conversation to end. Thus, you invited him inside, saying you would rather talk in the comfort of your couch. Agreeing, he followed you inside. You invited him to sit down, not forgetting to pour him a glass of water out of hospitality.

"Did you try out the game?" you spoke first.

"Not yet. I wanted to start it with you." he admitted shyly.

"We can do that this weekend, if you are free."

He didn't hesitate to nod at your offer, smile plastered on his face. "I'd like that." He paused, searching for his words. "And I like you. I really liked how excited you were when you saw the ducks, and how you didn't laugh in my face for saying that chicken has meat in it. But really, I am technically right. Sure, it's an obvious fact, but it does contribute on why I love it and-"

"Lix." you laughed as you interrupted his trail of thoughts. "Stay on topic."

"Right..." he coughed, embarrassed. "Overall, I'm telling that I like you a lot, and the fact you game too just adds to your cuteness. And you actually look stunning tonight, I almost choked. And I'm rambling again, aren't I?"

"You're doing great." you giggled. "I like you too, and I'd take you on date again."

He pouted. "That's the guy's line."

"Well, the guy here takes an insane amount of time to get to the point."

He pouted again, but brought you into his arms this time. "Alright, but let me plan it, okay?"

"I'm okay with that." you replied contently.

The little peck he left on the top of your head was good enough for you to feel butterflies in your stomach. He was odd, sure, but you were even more. And it happened that, luckily, Changbin knew the both of you enough to know you would make one heck of a pair.

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[localcanadiancreature62]

Fiddle diddles. Fiddtober Day 9-13 cuz i keep forgetting omggg. Explanations: I really wanted to do a lotta mustaches for the 9th day lol,the 10th day one is for the A Better World au cuz the prompt was "a better world" so i used the au where Parallel Fidds exists in,11th day was "What if.." and so i turned it into "What if Bill possessed Fidds?",12th day was too much coffee and so i made poor Fiddles experience tripping balls with him having like twelve times the usual amount of energy he has due to being on both a weed AND coffee high,and 13th day is Society of the Blind Eye so have cult Fiddles :].

[themeraldee]

omg the idea of him not having (or at least thinking he doesn't have) a soulmate because of how he was born 👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌it reminds me of a soulmates au fic i wrote for a vastly different fandom where those who were born without soulmate markings were known as "the soulless". yknow. just for the extra angst.

AHHHHHHHH YES I love that so much. Nothing like adding another brand to his already scorched soul. I think that would be a really good angsty selfcest fic or just a pure Homelander whump.

Now that I'm thinking about it more I'd love to see how Vought deals with that.

Because depending on the kind of soulmate AU it could be I see them abusing his still 'soulless' status by running game shows like 'Could you be Homelander's soulmate?' and whatnot. And how sad would it be to be presented with hoards of people wishing to be his soulmate and having them all rejected by fate. While knowing the people signing up to see if they could be his soulmate or not are not even there for him as much as they are for the fame and prestige that comes with being on TV.

Or would they just manufacture a soulmate for him because they don't want him to be seen as abnormal (beyond the obvious) Like they wouldn't want to highlight that he didn't have normal upbringing or ever even really had the chance to find love the normal way.

[nervous-alien]

Soudam Week 2024 by @soudamweek2024

Day 2: AU/Non-Despair/Blind Date

This one is also pretty bad. I didn't really know what to do so I just did angel/demon au… i also havent drawn these to (especially kaz) that much so im still not sure how to draw them that good 😭 also didnt know what kinda outfits so i just kept their usual ones

[violetmuses]

Aaron Pierre first date vibes. Meets a girl and it’s their first date

Blind Date?! 👀 @yassbishimvintage 👀

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You absolutely feel stood up one evening until this handsome stranger with striking eyes walks into the restaurant and views your table.

“I'm so sorry. Who are you?” His accent pulled intrigue. “My date is supposed to have this table.”

“I…” Your voice struggles until both of you realize what's going on.

“Oh!” He sits down with you, enjoying this beautiful night and accepting the mistake.

The future could be hilarious.

[lexi-cology]

aftg hs prom au

5+1 fic idea 5 times the foxes try to find Neil a date to prom, and the 1 time he finds a date himself. 

Where Andrew is smitten, Neil is oblivious, and the foxes just want to find Neil a date to prom. Basically my excuse to write Neil having an “Oh” moment.

[thatmexisaurusrex]

The Red Herring Date

So, I put the D.E.B.S. AU I posted on here on AO3. Idk if anyone else wants it, but I love it so a little push got me to fold and do it haha. Enjoy! 🥰

The Red Herring Date

| Pairing: HenRen | Rated: T | WC: 4.8K |

Summary: Henrietta "Hen" Wilson is the top of her class at the secretive D.E.B.S. Academy. She may or may not have a huge crush on mysterious supervillain Karen Mars. Karen Mars has been in a love funk for the past two years after being dumped hard. She's only agreeing to this date because her favorite henchman insists.

Excerpt:

“Wow, Karen Mars, she’s…” Hen started, staring at. At Karen Mars. She and her other D.E.B.S. were up in the scaffolding of the restaurant Les Deux Amours. Stakeouts usually proved to be boring. But. But Hen found herself transfixed on Karen Mars. Karen. Who might have been the most gorgeous woman Hen had ever seen? With beautiful braids, with the best figure, with a wonderful black pantsuit on that looked fantastic on her. Karen. Who was currently on what looked to be a date with a certain freelance pilot. And. Hen couldn’t seem to look away from it. Well. Maybe that was good for the mission. They were supposed to be on a stakeout. “She’s what?” asked Chimney, because Hen never finished her sentence. “Real,” breathed Hen, “I – I never thought I’d see her in person.” And. Hen just kept staring at her.

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