#fluffy fluffy hijinks abound

[fivenightsatfreddysfanfiction]

Dungeon Meshi AU Party being the Schmidt Clan

Mike - Laios

Doll - Senshi (That's like the only spot for her in the party)

Jeremy - Chilchuck

Faith - Falin

Violet - Marcille

Foxy - Izutsumi (Instead of Jeremy [too small] and Violet [gives him nightmares], he uses Mike as a pillow)

Awww, I've been hearing lots of good things about that anime! I kind wanna give it a watch sometime OwO

This sounds like the makings of a super cute and fluffy AU with hijinks and food abound!

[sunriseverse]

Wold you please write this fake date oen you did a really big grand gesture only to get rejected on the spot and it goes viral, so I offer to pretend to date you (starting with my own grand gesture) so people will think you got a happy ending instead of pitying you

god I am weak for fake dating…and for accidental dating, so, of course, I combined the two for some fluffy fluffy post-pitfall Newmann. Newt might as well move to Egypt, though––he could become a sister river to the Nile with how oblivious and blind he is.

“No.”

The word echoes in his mind, the weight of it settling heavily in his gut, combined with the sudden silence, leaves him reeling. “I––what?” Newt croaks, stunned.

Byron shakes his head. “No, Newt. I’m not interested in you. You’re not a bad person, you just…” he pauses. “You’re too manic and hyper. It would never work.” He shoots Newt an apologetic smile, turns to leave. Newt can feel the eyes of everyone around’s gazes on him.

“…oh,” he says, quietly, dropping his head. The box of fine chocolates sits on the café table, the bright red bow listing sadly to the side from where Newt attempted to tie it in the middle. Sadly, he picks it up, shoves it into his bag. The papers within crinkle as the weight of the box crushes them, but Newt can’t bring himself to care.

When he gets back to the flat, Hermann’s sitting in the leather arm-chair, filling out a cross-word puzzle, a cup of tea balanced on the arm. When Newt enters, he glances up. “Newton,” he greets, before frowning at his lack of reply. “Is everything alright?”

“Mhm,” Newt says, listlessly, “I’ll be in my room if you need me.”

Hermann sets the paper down. “Newton, what’s wrong?”

Newt sighs, shoulders falling. “I just…I didn’t have a great day, dude, alright?” he says, miserably. “Just––just leave it, okay?”

Hermann’s lips thin into a straight line. “Come here,” he commands, rising from his seat. Newt sets down his bag and, after a moment of dithering, complies. Hermann wraps his arms around Newt, the cold of his fingers seeping through Newt’s shirt, comforting and grounding, and Newt presses his face into the soft knit of his sweater-vest. “Better?” Hermann asks, softly, and Newt nods. “Good. I’ll make you a cup of hot cocoa, and then you can go to bed. It’ll all be fine.”

Except the next morning, when he turns on his phone, there’s fifteen text messages, and one link from Mako that says “Newt, you have to see this”. An ominousness creeps up his spine, and, with a hesitance usually reserved for experiments that might explode acid all over the lab, he taps the link.

It’s a youtube video, shot from a shaky hand-held device, but the camera focuses on two figures at a table, a box with a distinctive red bow between them. Oh, shit, Newt thinks, fears confirmed as the lens focuses on the shorter of the two. It’s Newt.

Byron rises, says, “No.” The camera zooms in on Newt’s slack face. Someone in the background whispers oh my god, is that Professor Geiszler? He checks the video. 179, 394 views, 3, 446 comments. Newt closes the tab, types, still in shock, mako, what’s this?

After a second, Mako’s reply pops up on the screen. It’s all over twitter and tumblr. They’re tagging it “#MITreject”

Newt’s chest tightens, the humiliation making his skin crawl. Against his better judgement, he opens the link again and checks the comments.

under_grad: omg it IS prof. g!!

j-k-wILdcard: wtf? thats awful! i kind of feel bad for him rn…

The comments continue in a similar fashion, expressing various sentiments; pity, however, is clearly at the forefront of every comment. Eyes watering, Newt turns the phone off and shoves it under his pillow. He feels awful.

Hermann notices, because of course he does; it may be Saturday, but Newt never spends more than three hours in his room without making a single sound.

The bed dips as Hermann sits down. “What happened?” he asks, softly. Newt lets out a sad sigh, and, wordlessly, digs his phone out and hands it to him. Hermann bypasses the security with ease that should be alarming, but is somehow grounding in its reminder that they’ve been in each others’ minds.

“…oh,” he says. “Newton, I…”

“It’s alright,” Newt says, face hidden in the pillow. “I just…I need some time to process. And get used to the fact that my students are going to be pitying me for the rest of the year.” He lets out a self-deprecating laugh. “It was bound to happen at some––better sooner than later.”

There’s a moment of silence, before Hermann’s fingers are carding through his hair in a silent gesture of support. “I…” he pauses. “If it really bothers you that much that they…pity you, then I can––well, if you’d like, I…”

Words fail him, but Newt has an inkling of what he’s trying to say––he did spend the better part of a decade sharing a lab with him. “You––you would do that for me?” he asks, sniffling, and Hermann gives a tiny nod. 

“Of course.”

The plan goes off beautifully––Hermann invites Newt to the very same café, buys him an extravagant bouquet of flowers, and asks him out in front of everyone. The earnest eagerness leaves tears in Newt’s eyes and does funny things to his heart, especially when Hermann bestows him with a small, but genuine smile.

“Thank you,” Newt says to Hermann, quietly, afterwards. “I…” he doesn’t know what to say. Hermann gives him an understanding look.

“Let’s go home,” he suggests.

Home. There’s something about the way he says the word, tender and awed and yet at the same casual, like it’s the only possible thing he could say. Our home, Newt realizes, and it knocks the breath out of him for a moment. When did it go from just home to our home? The fact of the matter is, Newt hasn’t a clue––the progression from lab partners to cohabitation is dangerously blurred, as if it was less of a switch and more of a long, slippery slope, a natural progression.

Oh, no, Newt thinks, I think I love him.

Afterwards, it becomes startlingly clear that Newt moved from hate to love a long, long time ago––hell, it wasn’t even hate in the first place; it was disappointment; disappointment at himself for running his mouth off and driving Hermann away.

Additionally, it also becomes clear that all of these things Newt does––reading to Hermann when he has a nightmare, making his tea just how he likes it after a stressful day––are…domestic. Disgustingly so; they resemble, more and more as Newt thinks on it, an old married couple.

Oh, if only! Hermann, clearly, harbors nothing other than an exasperated fondness towards Newt; if he did have any romantic feelings for Newt, he the type to say it and get it out and over with, not dilly-dally about it.

So, Newt does what anyone in his situation would: he pines. 

It’s hard not to, given that every little thing Hermann does––the curl at the corner of his lips when Newt makes an especially snarky remark, the way his hair is adorably fluffed up in the morning after he showers––makes his heart-rate quicken and his cheeks heat.

He reflects that it was only a matter of time; he’s been stuck with Hermann for the better part of a decade, and, before then, almost five years spent writing back and forth––it was an inevitability, really; he falls hard and fast anyway, and combine that with more than a decade of orbiting around Hermann––well, it was bound to happen.

Only, to make matters worse, Hermann doesn’t stop at the grand gesture of asking him out––no, he acts like Newt’s boyfriend in public. If it didn’t make Newt’s heart sing with joy, he thinks that the constant almost-kisses would kill him. Almost, because as much as he wants it to be real, it isn’t, and he’s not going to be a dick and take advantage of Hermann like that.

So, because he isn’t sure what to say––Hermann, you don’t have to keep pretending you want me sounds pathetic––he resolves to say nothing. At least, until Hermann walks out of his bedroom one morning, and makes him way towards Newt.

Newt expects him to just grab the cup of tea Newt’s made him, sitting on the coffee-table next to Newt’s mug of coffee, but instead, Hermann picks up the cup, pats Newt’s shoulder, eyes still half-lidded, presses a chaste kiss to his cheek, and says, “Thank you,” before disappearing back into his room.

Newt remains frozen in his seat, uncertain of what’s just happened, the ghost of Hermann’s lips on his cheek.

Except then it happens again. And again. It’s driving Newt insane––what purpose could there be to it? They’re in private––there’s no one to pretend for. Maybe, he thinks, this is just Hermann practicing so that it’s convincing when we’re in public?

Yes, that’s the only logical explanation.

The only logical explanation for the situation at hand, though it’s failing slightly, given that they’ve just gotten back from a nice dinner––Hermann insisted on paying, and Newt agrees, since he paid last time they went out––and Hermann’s pressed him against the wall, one hand hooked under his tie, the other at the base of his neck, kissing the living daylights out of him.

When they break apart, Newt lets out a soft whimper and swallows, trying to breathe properly. Hermann’s eyes track the movement, settling on his lips. Suddenly, the explanation makes no sense––actually, it’s pretty blown to pieces. Newt croaks, “So, this is probably a bad time to ask, but are we…dating?”

Hermann stares at him. “…yes?” he says, uncertainly. “I thought you knew that?”

Newt lets out a huff of laughter. “Funny story, that––I thought that you were. Pretending. Because of that thing…months ago…” he trails off, suddenly remembering the day after.

Hermann cooked them lasagne for dinner and they watched some new sci-fi movie, and Hermann had asked, “So, Newton, will you go on a date with me?”

Newt had, at the time, laughed it off, assuming Hermann was joking, but he’d said yes anyway, because––because––because he wanted to date Hermann.

“Holy shit,” Newt breathes. “That was for real?”

“Yes?” Hermann questions. “You…you didn’t know that?”

“No, I––I thought you were joking!” Newt exclaims. “I mean, I wanted it to be real, but it seemed too good to be true, so I figured it wasn’t, but––but it was?”

Hermann lets his head fall to Newt’s shoulder, shaking slightly. “Yes, Newton, it was––it was very real,” he gasps through his laughter. “I cannot believe you managed to brush it off as––as an accident. Hell, I’ve been taking you out on dates for the past few months.”

Newt gapes, even though Hermann can’t see, and says, weakly, “…oh.”

“Quite,” Hermann agrees, pulling back to look him in the eye. “Now that that’s been cleared up, would you like to continue?”

“Yes,” Newt says, emphatically, and drags a more-than-willing Hermann down for another kiss.

[allthevmff]

A round up of @kmd0107​‘s VMFF in honor of her birthday! 

Breaking the Rules

Florist AU Prompt Fic. Logan is a florist. Veronica is a journalist with a secret admirer...stalking and sexy hijinks ensue. Story: here.

Breaking News

Florist AU sequel. Logan and Veronica are back and they've got a whole new set of problems. Veronica's first big story is about to break and Logan is trying to abide by all the rules so he can finally have Aaron out of his life for good. Story: here.

Breaking Bread

Logan Meets the Mars-Fennels. Set in the Breaking the Rules Universe. If you haven't read Breaking the Rules and Breaking News, you may find yourself confused. Story: here.

How to Fall in LoVe in 10 Days

Logan and Veronica's very own version of How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days! What if Logan Echolls was an ad-man trying to move up? What if Veronica was stuck writing fluffy how-to pieces for Composure magazine? Logan accepts a bet to make a beautiful blonde fall in love with him and Veronica takes on the most challenging how-to of her career. Story: here.

Time, Make It Go Faster Or Just Rewind

Logan being ‘the real-Logan’ is so familiar that she almost can’t help but give in to it, even if it’s just a one night pass. She’ll embrace this moment out of time and the walls and armor can go back up tomorrow. Story: here.

Just Friends

Years of friendship away from Neptune and they still need to work on their communication skills. A little post-season 3 roommates au. Story: here.

Self-destruction, Interrupted

An email interrupts Logan's New Year's Eve in Aspen. Story: here.

Scotch on the Rocks (A FanFic Tribute)

A long time ago...there was an incredibly hot LoVeLy trilogy fic (Pink Lemonade & Sex on the Beach) started over on Live Journal that never got its third part. This is a tribute to what that might have been. Logan POV of the evolving sexual and emotional relationship between himself, Veronica, and Lilly. Story: here.

The Kane Family Reunion

Veronica has to deal with a decision she made in the past when it shows back up in her present. Story: here.

Rhombus

Logan's house is up in flames. Catharsis is light on the ground while guilt abounds. Story: here.

Lozenge

Reality confronts, imagination comforts. At least it would if what lingered was tender kindness rather than a tender wound. Story: here.

Diamond

Maybe she was never good with shapes. It doesn't matter to him one way or the other. Story: here.

No more bloodshed, okay?

If RT is allowed to use worn-out tropes then so am I. The one in which KMD fixes the last 10 minutes of Season 4. Story: here.

Out of the Fog

Lilly survived the attack...but her world, well, it's not quite like she left it. Story: here.

                 ***********Collaborations***********

Six Times Logan Echolls Got Wet

by @bryrosea​, CarolineShea, @ghostcat3000​, @marshmallowtasha​, @mysilverylining​ & @kmd0107​

aka: The Wet Henley Chronicles

Six stories in which we probably give Logan Echolls pneumonia, inspired by the movie's infamous wet henley. Set variously across the series and post-MKAT. Story: here.

Trading Places & You are the one, I am lit for

by @bondopoulos & @kmd0107

What if Veronica was an Echolls and Logan was a Mars? AU where Veronica, daughter of movie stars Lynn and Aaron Echolls, moves to Neptune December of her Junior year to escape her father and meets the cute sheriff’s son. Logan Mars falls for the new girl and gets a lot more than he bargained for. Mac, Wallace, Lilly and more!  Story: here & here.

Bondo and KMD's Excellent Promptober Adventure

by @bondopoulos​ & @kmd0107​

A promptober adventure brought to you by the brains of Bondopoulos and KMD0107. Story: here.

The Ones Where Logan Lives

by @cattyk8fic @chikabiddy @cubbiegirl @elliebear75 @nicemom93 @kmd0107 @marshmellowbobcat & @mamakissyt

Eight authors. 36 fanfics, all with the same mission: save Logan Echolls. Story: here.

[thelasttime]

do you have any docs where it’s just wholesome Hogwarts fun and friendship fluff like regular Hogwarts days with hijinks abound I’m tired of all the HURT I just want a fic where all the kids are having fun and they’re HAPPY and Hogwarts is the magical non scary wizarding school they deserve PLEASE

oh gosh, the issue with fremione fanfiction is that it never gets updated so i have major struggles finding good recommendations. i would still highly recommend this because it is a bunch of fluffy oneshots