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alwaysurvalentine · 2 months ago

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marry me (if I ever get the nerve) - st fic

Based on a prompt from my @steddiebingo 12 Days of Christmas card: 'proposal'

wc: 2.4k | cw: none

enjoy! 💛

One.

A crowd is blocking the pathway when Eddie and Steve round the corner. Steve cranes his neck to see around the crowd and then scoffs.

“What, what is it?” Eddie’s trying to see through the people in front of him, but every time he shifts, they do too.

“Someone’s proposing in the middle of the park. Can’t even imagine how embarrassed she feels right now. Can you imagine?”

Steve continues to rant, one hand waving in the air while he vents and the other one tugging Eddie along the edges of the crowd to get past.

Marriage has been brought up between them before, an idea that seemed nice but somehow far away. Even without saying it, Eddie knew it was something that Steve wanted. It’d been an easy plan from there: save up money for a ring, pop the question, and then marry the fuck out of Steve Harrington. So far all Eddie had done was start saving for a ring.

He stumbled upon the perfect ring just last month, a simple gold band with the option to engrave the inside. Right now he can’t decide what he wants to put there, but he figures he’s still got some time to think about it.

“Like what if she wants to say no? He’s basically put her in a situation where she has to say yes and then go back on that answer later.”

There’s genuine distress in Steve’s voice at this stranger having to deal with this. Eddie squeezes his hand and offers a placating smile. Up ahead is the cafe they’d been heading towards in the first place. For once there isn’t a line and Eddie lets go of Steve’s hand just to open the door and bow.

“My love.”

All of the tension building up in Steve leaves him with a roll of his eyes and he smiles when he steps in before Eddie. Even though Steve wasn’t a fan of the couple they saw, Eddie sends a quick thanks because now he knows.

Absolutely no proposing in a crowded public place.

Two.

Light always finds Steve. No matter the time of day, if there’s a ray of sunshine, it’s shining on his boyfriend. It’s one of the first things Eddie noticed about him when they started dating. Now is no exception, sun peeking through their blinds to shine on Steve’s face.

Steve has barely moved from where he left him this morning, mouth slack with a line of drool leading to a small spot on his pillow. Eddie sets the tray holding their breakfast down for a moment, leaning over to swipe the drool away with his thumb. He rubs his hand on his pants and then rests a gentle hand on Steve’s shoulder.

“Good morning, sunshine.” Steve’s eyebrows furrow when he wakes, eyes blinking open just to squint shut at the light.

“C’mon, I made breakfast.”

Steve yawns and smiles softly, rubbing at his eyes. Eddie grabs the breakfast tray again, orange juice sloshing in the glass but not spilling with the movement. The small smile on Steve’s face turns into a full blown grin and he smooths over the blanket when he sits up.

The plate of breakfast smiles back at him, bacon curving up towards two eyes made of eggs. A gentle hand takes his wrist and Eddie’s tugged down close enough for Steve to press a kiss against his cheek.

“Thanks, baby.” Sleep still paints Steve’s words, a roughness there only because of their activities from the night before. An image of Steve on his knees, eyes half lidded and tongue hanging out of his mouth flashes into Eddie’s mind. He’s quick to dismiss it though, trying to stay on task.

Afterall, this breakfast is serving a purpose. Today is going to be the day that Eddie proposes to Steve. All he’s got to do now is pull the ring out of his bedside table and ask the question. Just a small, intimate setting for his Stevie.

He leans toward his dresser drawer right as the phone starts to ring.

“Hello?”

“Oh, uh, hi Eddie. Is Steve there?” Max is on the other end of the line, voice tight.

“One sec.” Eddie passes the phone over easily and mouths that it’s Max on the other end.

“Hey, what’s up?”

Judging by the face Steve makes at something Max says, this proposal is about to be pushed to another day. When Steve shifts the tray off of his lap and scoots out of bed, Eddie knows he’s right.

“Woah, hey, it’s okay. I’m glad you called. Give me fifteen and we’ll be there.” Another pause and Steve flashes a grimace in Eddie’s direction.

“You know he would understand. Okay, okay, yeah, it’ll just be me. See you soon Mayfield.”

Guilt covers Steve’s face when he turns to Eddie. He tosses the phone back onto the bed and pulls jeans over his boxers.

“Sorry, Max needs me to help her with something real quick, but I’ll be right back after that. Rain check on breakfast in bed?”

Disappointment curls in Eddie’s stomach but he nods anyway. “Of course, no worries. Is Red okay?”

Just as much as the kids are Steve’s in all the ways that matter, Eddie’s adopted them too. If one of them is in trouble, he wants to know.

“Yeah, just something going on with her mom.”

“Why don’t you bring her back here? I can make some more breakfast and we can all do brunch and watch trash TV.”

Steve closes the distance between them with a few quick strides, pressing a kiss to the corner of Eddie’s mouth. His hands come to rest on Steve’s hips, keeping him close so he can steal a couple close mouthed kisses before Steve leaves.

“That would be great, I love you.” Another kiss and then Eddie lets him go so Steve can brush his teeth before heading over.

Might need to recruit Robin to help make sure proposing doesn’t get interrupted.

Three.

Tuesdays are date nights.

Eddie doesn’t know if it was on purpose, but the first date he and Steve went on was a Tuesday and now it’s just become tradition. It’s the one day of the week that the gremlins know to let them have their night.

Tonight, Eddie’s even got Robin helping to run interference. Obviously he had to run this plan by her. They both figured while he’ll be popping the question, doing so over a candlelit dinner without getting on his knee was still lowkey enough for Steve to let it pass.

(Robin also tried to argue that Steve would be fine with a massive proposal because the only answer he’d have for Eddie would be yes. Her puppy dog eyes aren’t nearly as lethal as Steve’s, so he hadn’t caved.)

Eddie had asked Steve to dress up for dinner tonight for a reservation made at The Grillhouse. They don’t always do fancier dinners, more than happy to dance around the kitchen together instead. Steve had asked what the occasion was and squinted skeptically when Eddie stuttered that he had big news he was excited to share. Despite all of his practice as a DM, he still can’t lie to save his life. Luckily, Steve had dropped it and shifted the focus to a story from work.

Now Eddie finds his palms sweaty, empty plates sitting between them. This is his window.

“Stevie?”

His boyfriend tilts his head to the side, humming quietly to show he’s listening.

“I brought you to dinner saying I had some big news to share. But really, that news couldn’t be possible without you.”

Steve’s face softens and he reaches across the table to take one of Eddie’s hands. They sit like that for a moment, Eddie swallowing before reaching into his coat pocket to grab the ring.

The pocket is kind of deep and all he feels is fabric so he digs in a little further. Still, all he feels is the cotton lining against his fingers.

And then he realizes.

He forgot the ring.

He forgot the ring. What is he supposed to tell Steve now?

“I’ve decided to send some of me and the guys’ tapes to some producers.”

The smile on Steve’s face is bright enough to challenge the sun and Eddie knows he’ll be sending out those tapes this week just so that he hasn’t lied to the man in front of him.

“Holy shit!” A couple of people swivel their heads at the sudden exclamation but Steve doesn’t pay them any mind, raising his glass to Eddie. Never one to leave Steve hanging, he’s quick to lift his own glass for Steve’s toast.

“Congratulations, baby, I’m so proud of you!”

Hot tip: don’t forget the ring.

Four.

Steve’s bopping his head as he walks through the kitchen. Everyone’s just cleared out of the apartment after spending the night. He hasn’t been able to convince Steve to play D&D, but it doesn’t mean his boyfriend doesn’t love any opportunity to host. Every couple of weeks their apartment is flooded with the full group, pizza for dinner and then Steve pulls out all of the stops for brunch the next day.

There’s a pile of dishes waiting to be washed in the sink and a couple of pans left to cool on top of the stove, but like always - Steve’s turned on the radio first. Which works perfectly with Eddie’s plan.

He’d called the radio station earlier in the week and asked them to play their song so he could propose to the love of his life. The girl on the other end had squealed at the request and let Eddie know she’d email with the time they’d be able to put it into the show.

When he glances over to check the time, he’s surprised to see that there’s only a a couple of minutes to wait until their song is queued up. He’s got just enough time to run upstairs to grab the ring and then he’ll finally be able to ask. Steve’s just grabbing the pans off of the stove to move them towards the sink when Eddie steps out of the kitchen.

It seems oddly quiet when Eddie makes it downstairs. Maybe it’s just because of how loud it was last night and this morning.Mumbled cursing welcomes him back into the kitchen and Eddie sees the reason behind the quiet. Their radio is currently cradled in Steve’s hands, eyes locked in on the different dials like it’ll suddenly start working if he looks disappointed enough.

“Steve?”

The look of horror on Steve’s face has Eddie chuckling as he walks over.

“I broke the radio.” Genuine heartbreak colors Steve’s words and Eddie takes the radio from his hands with a smile.

“That’s okay, looks like it got some water on it. Did something splash out of the sink?” Steve nods, eyes focused on the radio in Eddie’s hands.

From what Eddie can tell, they might have to just replace the whole thing, somehow Steve’s managed to get the entirety of the speakers wet. His proposal might’ve been foiled again, but at least he gets a huff of a laugh when he rolls up his invisible sleeves to wash the dishes, bumping Steve out of the way.

Alright, maybe the radio thing was a little complicated, time to regroup.

Plus One.

“Wayne, I feel like I’m losing my mind.”

His uncle just laughs from his side of the table, coffee cup lifted to his mouth despite the steam rising above it.

“No, I mean it. I’ve tried proposing to him so many times but I keep messing it up!” Eddie runs a hand through his hair and has to stop for a moment when a ring tugs on his curls. The chipped mug in Wayne’s hand gets set down and he leans back, eyes squinted in a smile while he looks Eddie over.

“Alright, let me get this straight. You wanna propose to your boy?” Eddie nods. “Why don’t you just ask him, plain and simple?”

“Oh, yeah, just ask him plain and simple. Because that’s totally easy. Have you met him?”

Wayne raises a brow, unimpressed at Eddie’s dramatics.

“I just want it to be perfect, Uncle Wayne. What if this is like the universe telling me not to do it? Everything keeps going wrong…”

Another sip of coffee and then Wayne leans forward, elbows on the table. “Listen here, you love him?”

“Of course I do.”

“And he loves you?”

Eddie can feel the blush when it spreads across his cheeks.

“He tells me all the time.”

“Then I think no matter how you ask him, the only answer he’s going to say is yes. Knowing you two, you could just slide the ring on his finger and Steve would have the wedding planned in a week. What’s really holding you back?”

Damn Wayne for knowing him so well.

This answer doesn’t come as easy, dread building in Eddie’s gut while he tries to figure out the best answer. If he voices this and Wayne agrees, he’ll probably never recover.

“C’mon, spit it out.”

“Whatifhedoesn’tthinkI’mworthbeingstuckwithfortherestofourlives?”

Another unimpressed stare, lips pursed at Eddie’s quick speech.

“Just, what if he doesn’t think it’s worth it? Being stuck with me forever?”

“Eddie, listen up, and listen good. No such thing as being stuck with you. I can tell that he adores you, knew as soon as I saw the two of you together. Just because your old man,” and Wayne pauses when Eddie’s head snaps up, “chose to ignore the gift you are, doesn’t mean other people will. I’ve been lucky enough to see you grow from that scrawny kid angry at the world to the man I see now. You’ve got your own family now, one you built all on your own, and not a single one of them feels like they’re stuck with you. Y’hear me?”

Eddie wants to feel embarrassed at the tears in his eyes, but instead all he feels is warmth all over - loved. He jumps up and scoots into Wayne’s side of the booth, throwing his arms around the older man’s neck just like he did as a kid. When he backs up, Wayne’s eyes look a little teary themselves.

“Alright, let’s go, I gotta get ready for work.”

(When they get back to the trailer, Eddie opens the door to his own makeshift family crowded around the living room. It takes a moment to take it all in, streamers hanging from the ceiling, balloons all over the floor, and then Steve on one knee with a ring held out.

It’s an easy yes.)

#steddie fluff #Steve harrington #Eddie munson #Wayne Munson is Eddie's dad #got stressed about proposing writing this #sorry to my future partner but you're getting breakfast in bed with a ring and that's all I got #valentine writes

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seokminfilm · 2 months ago

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something about you | lee seokmin

🪄 pairing, lee seokmin x reader

🪄 warnings, non-idol au, romance, strangers to ???, mutual attraction (?), meet-cute (?), seokmin is kinda hot, reader is awkward, one or two curse words, he's hot and they're in love your honor

🪄 summary, you finally have a chance to meet the really hot jogger you keep seeing outside of your house. how? by spilling his orange smoothie all over him.

🪄 author's note, yes i'm trying out a new layout (we're entering 2025 soon!)... also this will be my last post before i go on hiatus!! i'm going on a 4-day cruise w my family as a christmas vacation of sorts, but i'll be back by monday <3 don't worry: i have some fics queued up for the days i'm gone!! love u lyr nation (and yes the orange smoothie in the pic was a paid actor)

As you make your way out to your mailbox, you can't help but bask in the sunlight and feel the heat on your skin. It's a nice summer day out today, and everything feels like it's going to go your way─

"Oh, shit!" A profanity comes from behind you, and seconds later, there's orange juice on the pavement of the sidewalk and dripping down your freshly washed hair. Groaning, you turn around at the culprit, ready to give them a handful of your opinion before you pause.

The hot jogger you had your eyes on the past month was behind you with a half-filled smoothie cup in his hand, the rest dripping down the front of his sheer black tank top as he locked eyes with you. A blush paints his cheeks as he realizes the situation, and you can't help but match it, knowing how you've talked and talked about meeting him forever and ever.

"Fuck, I'm─shit, I'm sorry." A string of curses falls from his lips, and you just nod, too focused on his dark eyes and plump, soft lips to even reply.

"No, no, no─uh," Your brain finally catches up with the conversation, and you just shrug, tucking your orange juice-covered hair behind your red ear. "It's my fault. Totally my fault."

It's quiet for a few seconds between the two of you again, and you stare at the now almost empty cup and the wet stain on the front of his top. The male is quiet save for the shuffling of his hand in his pocket to reach for his phone, and you clear your throat, making him stop dead in his tracks.

"You can come inside! I, um─I can clean you up and make you a new smoothie. To repay for the...mishap, I mean," You say quickly, and the male just nods, glancing down at his watch. "Yeah, sure. If you're okay with it."

You knew your house wasn't the cleanest, and your Pomeranian was probably somewhere tearing another one of your missing socks up, but this was your chance. This was your chance of finally meeting the man─the randomly hot jogger you had never met before until you spilled his smoothie all over him─of your dreams.

"Yeah, come on in!" With a cheery voice, you welcome the man into your house, watching him take off his shoes as he takes a quick look around. "Nice place. It's cute."

A blush spreads across your cheek, and you can't help but smile at his compliment. "Thanks! I try to make it mine more and more every day."

Wow, what a great response, you mentally facepalm, and the man takes off his hoodie and baseball cap, revealing a head of silky, dark brown hair. It falls perfectly in front of his eyes, revealing his strong eyebrows, dark brown eyes, and a pretty mole beside his sharp nose.

"I'm Seokmin─" Seokmin sticks out his hand to take yours, and you return the gesture, silently reveling in the softness of his skin. "Nice to meet you, even if this situation isn't exactly ideal." Seokmin laughs nervously, voice light and pretty as you laugh, giving him your name.

"Yeah, yeah. Again, I am really sorry about this─I didn't see you running behind me, and─" You rant, and Seokmin shakes his head, running a hand through his hair.

"It wasn't you, it was me. I should have just stopped and walked around you."

A silence falls between you yet again, and the two of you hold each other's gaze, faces growing hot at the intimate stare. Seokmin's throat swallows quite loudly, and you clear your throat, looking down at the counter as you feign reading the magazine you retrieved from the mailbox.

"Well, I guess I'll try to replicate your smoothie. It probably won't be the best, but I'll give it a shot." You laugh nervously, and Seokmin just shakes his head, cologne wafting over to you as he smiles.

"It's okay, I promise. You don't even have to make me a new one, so─the fact that you're doing this of your own volition is enough." Seokmin's voice is sweet as he smiles at you gently, and your cheeks heat up, smiling as you nod.

"Okay, well─don't be surprised if this is the most disgusting thing you've ever tasted." You shrug, grabbing the oranges from your fridge as Seokmin just chuckles.

"I doubt it will be, but I'll try my aboslute hardest not to be surprised." Seokmin's smile makes your insides warm up, and he winks at you seconds later, causing you to smile at him even more as the two of you begin to talk.

As you begin to cut the fruits and Seokmin and you begin to chat, you both have a feeling that this mishap is going to turn into something more.

Maybe even be one of the best mishaps to happen to you both.

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rubra-wav · 1 year ago

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Masterlist

Key:

- Red NSFW/18+ is smut and I don't want minors reading or interacting with that at all.

- Orange NSFW isn't smut but it has strong themes

- Orange SFW may have some anatomy/biology/suggestive type stuff in it but is otherwise SFW

- Green SFW is 100% SFW

- Pink = Other

WIPs:

- (Req) Needa figure out a title rip : Alastor x reader drabble/maybe fic if I get the writer juice ( SFW )

- (Req) Angel Dust x transmasc reader SFW-NSFW hcs

- (Req) Rosie x f!reader (NSFW)

- The main cast x body switching with reader ( SFW )

- The main cast x a reader with bat wings

Full fic masterlists

Why So Blue (Vox x hacker/troll!reader)

Falling Through The Cracks (platonic!Hazbin Hotel x human!reader)

Multiple chara/other

Husk, Angel, and Alastor × dealbreaker reader [Part 1 ] [Part 2] [ SFW ]

Main Hazbin cast x reader with butterfly wings [ SFW ] | Part 2 - Wing care group hc/drabble [ SFW ]

Main cast x taking care of a sick reader [ SFW ] | Part 2 - Reader taking care of the main cast when they're sick [ SFW ]

Main Hazbin cast x Fallen Angel reader who wants to cut their wings off [ SFW ]

Main Hazbin cast + Rosie × caretaking/motherly Toriel-like reader [ SFW ]

Incorrect quotes PT. 1 [ SFW ]

Charlie, Vaggie, Angel, Husk, Pentious, Alastor & Lucifer x a concerningly unstable, younger reader [ SFW ]

Vox, Husk, and Lucifer with a reader silencing them from ranting with a kiss [ SFW ]

Various! x reader wearing their clothes [ SFW ]

Charlie, Lucifer and Lilith x ex! Reader 'A Changed Soul' [ SFW ]

"Both Sides Of Silence" - Radiosilence fic [ SFW ]

Angel x transmasc!reader x Lucifer hcs [ SFW ]

Vox

Entry #1 : Voyeurism x reader hcs [ SFW - NSFW/18+ below cut ]

Entry #1.5 (multi-part fic based upon entry 1) :

Snap (part 1) - Deception [ NSFW/18+ ] Snap (part 2) - Honesty [ NSFW/18+ - no smut ]

Entry #2 : Various headcanons [ SFW ]

Entry #3 : top/bottom headcanons [ NSFW/18+ ]

Entry #4 : Anatomy headcanons [ SFW ]

Entry #5 : x unhinged reader [ SFW ]

Entry #6 : x former relative reader [ SFW ]

Entry #7 : Vox and Blackouts trope loose headcanons - more rambling [ SFW - NSFW/18+ ]

Entry #8 : Why So Blue? Vox x hacker/troll!reader [ SFW ] (oneshot version)

Entry #9 : More Vox headcanons [ SFW - NSFW/18+ ]

Entry #10 : actually dating Vox - the bad and the slightly better [ NSFW ]

Entry #11 : Vox x a reader who's incredibly similar to him [ SFW ]

Entry #12 : - 'Really? Here?' Vox x reader smut [ NSFW/18+ ]

Entry #13 : Vox realising he has feelings for you [ SFW ]

Entry #14 : fluff drabble [ SFW ]

Entry #15 : Frontseat Gaming [ SFW ]

Entry #16 : The Person In The Mirror Vox x reader smut [ NSFW/18+ ]

Entry #17 : Vox x reader smut If You're That Desperate [ NSFW/18+ ]

Entry #18 : Vox x reader - Aquarium date [ SFW ]

Entry #19: Vox's death headcanons (ramble) [ SFW ]

Other:

Tech demon/ Vox-like demons hc [ SFW ]

Rosie

Entry #1 Small hurt/comfort drabble [ SFW ]

Entry #2 : Introducing fem!S/O to Alastor drabble [ SFW ]

Entry #3 : Eating Out reader hcs [ NSFW/18+ ]

Angel

Entry #1 : Safe And Sound If Only For Now x reader angsty hurt/comfort fic [ NSFW - no smut but strong themes ]

Entry #2 : Soft sex hcs [ NSFW/18+ ]

Entry #3 : Angel x reader : nightmares [ SFW ]

Entry #4 : Angel Dust x m!reader : 'Backstage Babe' [ SFW ]

Husk

Entry #1 : x housekeeper!Reader hcs [ SFW ]

Entry #2 : x shy/insecure reader : Above Whispers [ SFW ]

Lucifer

[Entry #1 ] Lucifer x Toriel-like reader - 'Adopted husband' [ SFW ]

[ Entry #2 ] x reader Angst - 'Twice divorced' [ SFW ]

Adam

[ Entry #1 ] Adam x reader : Sleepover Shenanigans [ SFW ]

[ Entry #2 ] Various headcanons

Dealbreaker / DB (mostly retired OC AU)

OC and other worldbuilding stuff

Entry #1 : The Dealbreaking Demon concept art / OC [ SFW ]

Entry #2 : Dealbreaker lore / worldbuilding [ SFW ]

Entry #3 : Tech demons/Vox-like demons and why they don't seem to exist

Other:

Mini comic - Alleyways [ SFW ]

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autistic-shaiapouf · 2 years ago

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Looking in the fridge to see that I have at least 6 different little drinks

#i am not beating the insect past life allegations; trying out some kind of strawberry vanilla prebiotic drink #i have some white grape soda + a strawberry kiwi drink + strawberry orange juice (???).. vanilla coke lmao #i like drinks!!! oh and i have ramune in the pantry too!!#hoatm rants

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bbina · 1 year ago

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"man you look rough" you giggle, watching wonbin yawn for what seems like the nth time today. from what you’ve witnessed, shotaro quite literally dragged wonbin out of bed, not even giving him the time of day to fix himself. he literally looked as if he had just woken up considering his hair was all disheveled and he was still in pajamas

"well shotaro here said it was an emergency" wonbin rants loudly that shotaro can hear it, glaring at the boy who was busy checking out a bag of tangerines. shotaro hears his complaint and laughs

"get mad at sohee! he said it was an emergency" shotaro laughs, throwing his thumb back at the boy behind him picking a fight with seunghan over which orange juice to buy

"this shit is gas i'm telling you!"

"tropicana is shit!"

wonbin merely rolls his eyes and continues on with dragging the pushcart to where shotaro was. you feel a little relieved that it was only you, wonbin, shotaro, seunghan, sohee and anton who were out doing groceries. a little breather from the couple you've spent the last two days with. at least for now you can keep your guard down

you guys didn't bother to wake eunseok up since he was gonna cook either way so you just let him sleep like a rock back at the villa.

"y/n" you hear wonbin call out, breaking your train of thought. you look up at him to see him looking at you with concern. you shake your head, telling him it was nothing. he hums as he diverts his attention back to which pancake mix to buy

"so, who were you texting all night, wonbin? was it y/n?" shotaro teases, causing you to tense up. wonbin almost drops the box of pancake mix with shotaro's sudden question

shotaro laughs at your reactions. he noticed some tension going on with you two all morning. from the time he woke wonbin up, wonbin was about to cuss him out til he spots you behind shotaro looking all excited, he easily drops it and lets himself get dragged into the car. then when it came to the car seating arrangements in anton's old jeep, shotaro expected wonbin to be at his usual spot whenever he was driving, that being which was the passenger seat but shockingly enough, wonbin insisted that he'd rather sit at the backseat next to you. earning looks of bewilderment from the rest of the boys

"none of your business" wonbin retorts, flipping him off as shotaro laughs again, winking at your direction. you feel yourself blush a little and brush him off but you neither confirm nor deny it, and neither does wonbin.

shotaro drops the subject after that, now seemingly invested between the three youngsters who started fighting in the middle of the grocery store. yelling at them that it was time to pay at the cash register

while shotaro, anton, sohee and seunghan were at the cash register paying, you and wonbin waited outside in the parking chatting amongst yourselves

"so how are you feeling after last night? still upset?" wonbin asks, his hands in his pockets as you two wait for the rest of the guys.

you shrug, "not that much anymore after experiencing my first late night talk with my fake boyfriend" you say, wiggling your eyebrows, giving him a look. wonbin laughs at your comment, nudging your shoulder

"i'm serious! i think i'm slowly accepting everything. just 2 days left til this shit is all over and i'll never see them again.. hopefully" you look up at the sky, trying to not to think about the shit that happened for the past few days. you hear wonbin hum in agreement.

"yep. two days left and i don't have to keep this act up with you"

"what? already tired of me?" you jest, playfully pushing his shoulder. wonbin chuckles and pushes you back. the situation felt eerily similar to last night. you and wonbin ended up by the waves, engaged in deep conversation. wonbin had his guitar with him, so while you were venting, he strummed random chords, attentively listening and occasionally sharing his thoughts. eventually, he began singing along to his playing, encouraged by your persistent requests for him to sing (which he didn't mind) italics - flashback

"pleaseeeee" you plead, hands clasped together as you beg wonbin for the nth time to sing

wonbin rolls his eyes and continues to strum along. you pout as you realize he was ignoring you. instead, you start singing along to whatever he was strumming to which was sparks by coldplay

"can you change the song i don't like the lyrics" you murmured, turning away, thinking about sungchan based from the lyrics

"no" wonbin pokes his tongue out, ignoring your request. "i'm gonna make sure you'll like the song by the time i finish playing it"

you huff at his cockiness. you'll just have to block out the song either way.

"but i'll promise you this.. i'll always look after you.." wonbin sings lowly, intently looking at the chords as he strums. "yeah, that's what i'll do.."

you snap your head towards him, finally hearing his voice. something in you churns. you know damn well he was just singing to the lyrics of the song but you're not too sure why it sounded a bit different when wonbin sings it. you shake your head, getting rid of that weird fuzzy feeling you were feeling

thankfully wonbin switches up the song, not liking how it was too mellow for his liking. now he was just singing random songs he can think of.

"did you ever do something like this with sungchan?" wonbin suddenly asks, dropping the guitar on his lap. he was probably tired from playing

"like what?"

"shit like this like sneaking out to talk or something i don't know"

you shake your head no, "nah. but if we did, it's with eunseok" you say, recalling every shared memory you have with sungchan

wonbin hums, "i see"

"why do you ask?"

"there's a first for everything then" he smiles cheekily, grabbing a handful of sand before throwing it at you. you let out a squeak as you stood up from the sand and ran away from him

wonbin laughs and follows suit, chasing after you

you could say, that was one memorable night

you two were play fighting at this point, barely noticing the presence of the three guys behind the two of you, holding grocery bags

anton coughs to get your attention. you and wonbin freeze, slowly turning around to look at the grinning boys behind you. barely even noticing that wonbin was holding your hand.

"are we interrupting something?" anton gestures toward your hands. you and wonbin both glance down simultaneously to see what he's referring to—your intertwined hands. quickly, you let go, dismissing the warmth his hand provided. wonbin hastily wipes his palms with the material of his sweatpants before casually placing his hands behind his head.

"well are you guys just gonna stand there? help us!" seunghan complains, holding three grocery bags in front of wonbin's face. to which wonbin scrambles to get, wanting to get away from this awkward situation

you can only offer a peace sign before you bolt towards the car, not wanting to help the rest of the guys

"song y/n get back here!"

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you all were now back at the villa. eunseok was a little upset that no one even bothered to wake him up to go grocery shopping but quickly dismissed it when you said you bought ingredients for his beloved vongole pasta (anton intervening by yelling he paid for it). eunseok immediately goes to cooking with what you guys bought. it was getting late anyway for breakfast

to everyone's surprise, wonbin decided to help with cooking too. he was grumbling about how he didn't want to wash dishes anymore might as well just cook. without hesitation, you also joined in the cooking, not wanting to be stuck with sungchan and his girlfriend who were in the living room watching tv

"get out of here there's no space anymore" eunseok complains, shooing you away from his "station" as he liked to call it. you simply ignore him and asked wonbin if he needed any help

"you can cut these green onions" wonbin suggests, passing you a cutting board and a knife to cut the green onions with. accepting the tools, you begin the task, knowing that once you start cutting, it's gonna be a crying mess, literally.

you let out a hiss when you start chopping the onion as they start to do their magic by making your eyes water. wonbin hears your reaction and drops whatever he was doing with the meat he just took out of the packaging and comes to your aid

"cut it thinly so it wouldn't make you tear up as much" he advices, swiftly taking over that you didn't even need to do a damn thing.

"yes chef!" you jest, raising your hands up in a mock salute. wonbin chuckles and motions you to move aside so he can transfer the freshly cut onions onto a pan.

you two were just in your own world, oblivious to sungchan's lingering stares from the living room.

your little moment was cut short when eunseok starts yelling about how he spilled a lot of salt on the meat and needed tongs asap.

"the tongs y/n! the tongs!" he yells frantically, looking at every cupboard for the tongs. you simply shrug and let him suffer.

"i thought you wanted me out of here"

"y/n!"

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the three of you cooked a delicious set of dishes that consisted of kimchi fried rice, fried eggs, chicken and pasta (per eunseok's request)

now you all were at the dining hall of anton's villa, ready to feast on this delicious meal that you, eunseok and wonbin worked hard on cooking (mainly eunseok and wonbin since all you did was stand there and watched while waiting for wonbin to tell you to do something)

"thank you for the meal!" you all chorus before diving right in

"this kimchi fried rice is so good!" you exclaim, doing a little dance in your seat as you savored each bite. wonbin smirks to himself, knowing damn well he cooked that shit

"well you did help me cook so," his tone playful yet flirtatious as he openly flirted with you in front of everyone. the guys all stopped for a moment to process what just happened.

"no i helped you cook" eunseok intervenes, his eyebrow raised, ready to shit on you for not even doing anything besides asking if you can taste whatever they were cooking.

you ignore the banter being thrown around the table. wanting to have more of the kimchi fried rice wonbin cooked, you stood up to reach for the serving spoon, only to see something you didn't really need to see right now, which was sungchan feeding his girlfriend

wonbin doesn’t miss the frown on your face as you watch sungchan feed his girlfriend in front of you. he watches you quietly sit down and look for something else that wasn't his kimchi fried rice. noticing that there weren't any chicken or fried eggs left, you lean back at your seat dejected as you mindlessly play with the remains of your food.

wonbin taps on your shoulder and whispers something in your ear.

"you okay?"

you gave him a weird look before shrugging and waving him off, "yeah why wouldn't i be?" you say

though you've insisted that you were fine, wonbin knows that deep down, you wish that it was you in the place of yujin.

“really? in front of my kimchi fried rice?” you say in a joking manner, making gagging sounds in front of the couple causing them to sheepishly stop their actions. yujin blushing as sungchan apologizes on their behalf

everyone around the table laughs at your comment.

“was waiting for someone to say something!” shotaro quips

“you guys are just jealous that he brought his girl to this trip” seunghan laughs, sohee hitting him from laughing so much

“don’t mind her sungchan. y/n is just jealous that no one is feeding her the way you're feeding yujin” eunseok chuckles, teasing you. the whole table (including wonbin) doubles over laughing

your eyes widened, you were totally caught off guard by his comment of you being jealous. to make yourself not look any more suspicious, you laugh awkwardly, defending yourself against such accurate allegations

“am not! was just trying to lift the mood since there's no food left, that’s all..” you try to explain but it just makes you even more awkward

without another word, wonbin suddenly makes train noises

“here comes the chicken train~ choo choo~” wonbin holds out the piece of chicken skin he was saving to eat last to you.

you looked at him like he was crazy. totally not expecting such bold actions from wonbin. it was pretty hard to believe he would let you have the last piece of his chicken.

the table then start to make “ooh” noises, also not expecting this from wonbin. especially not to you. last time they checked, you two didn’t have anything going on? or do you?

“what the fuck?” eunseok exclaims

“rue? when was this?” sohee chimes in

“couple off!” seunghan beams, seemingly invested between the two couples on the trip

you then make eye contact with sungchan and he almost looks a bit hurt? he was about to open his mouth to make a comment before you feel wonbin kick your leg beside you. a signal to follow his lead

ignoring the butterflies in your stomach and the way your heart was pounding against your chest, you open your mouth to let wonbin feed you

“say ahh” wonbin coos before shoving the said chicken skin to your mouth. you slapped his arm in retaliation with how harsh he fed you

“were you trying to get back at me from the marshmallow incident?!” you yelped as you chewed on your food, repeatedly hitting him on his shoulder. wonbin laughs loudly, head falling back before diverting his attention back to his now half empty plate. man, he was totally saving that piece to himself but how could he when you looked like that?

“i just gave you the chicken skin i was saving for myself and this is how you thank me?” wonbin sasses, an eyebrow raised as he looks at you with that look.

you then burst out laughing at his sassy outburst. unbeknownst to you, it sounded like music to wonbin’s ears.

he turns away as you continue to laugh, smiling to himself that at least you forgot about sungchan even if it was just for a moment. something in wonbin felt like he wants hear you laugh more often. no more to your sad sappy self and more of you being happy

“this sucks! i’m surrounded by couples!” seunghan whines, after witnessing the most romantic act wonbin has ever done.

“what are you even yapping about? wonbin and i aren’t a couple!” you protest

“yet” wonbin shrugs, finishing up his plate before going to the kitchen to put his dishes away

the way he says it so smoothly made you choke on your spit, your face turning red. eunseok swiftly hands you his drink, smacking your back before you pass out in the middle of the table

“eunseok’s gonna have to have that talk with wonbin i see..” shotaro sang, wiggling his eyebrows as nudges eunseok’s shoulder

“i thought i told you guys to back off my sister?” eunseok clicks his tongue in annoyance, tilting his head to the side. he was now beginning to question what's really going on between you and wonbin

“wonbin hyung is so brave!” sohee cackles

you can only awkwardly laugh at the current state of the situation. you and wonbin were just playing pretend after all. it was only contractual to get over your feelings with sungchan. it would be only a matter of time before the truth gets out and you’re praying to the gods above that no one ever finds out. especially not sungchan

between the lines ★ yet

⤷ from what started as a simple arrangement to hide your feelings for a certain someone by getting into in a fake relationship soon turns into a tangled mess. in which some things are hard to tell when you can’t read between the lines

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Stiles as a Roommate

Classic outsiders POV of Stiles in college, where his roommate, Mike, and their other friends try to figure out who all these people are that keep calling Stiles.

On AO3.

Ships: Sterek

Warnings: they think Stiles is wrapped up in some bad shit (which valid tbh)

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Mike’s roommate is profoundly disturbing and highly hilarious to have around. On the first day he comes crashing into the room, tripping over himself like an old school physical comedy, before assuring Mike that he’s fine and it doesn’t even come close to being beaten to a pulp by a grandfather.

It’s quite the introduction and for a while Mike was worries that his roommate is going to suck. Stiles isn’t the typical college student, you see.

He has amassed an entire herb garden in the windowsill, skips out on most parties, keeps a metal baseball bat by his bed and calls home every single day. On top of that, he doesn’t know how to shut up and his rants devolve into the strangest bullshit about the most random topics that make Mike wonder why the hell criminology major had looked into them.

So, Mike thought he is stuck with a weird paranoid kid, who doesn’t know how to have fun. He worries about Stiles getting mad about him getting back in late or judgmental about not studying as much. However, his worries had soon been put to rest.

Because Stiles is fun and Stiles is easy. He can become anyone’s friend in minutes and is up later than healthy most of the time, doing weird bullshit on his laptop that he calls research, though Mike never knows what for.

He might not be a party-goer himself, but he absolutely doesn’t care about what Mike does, just jeering at him to use protection when he goes out and waking him up with a smug smirk and coffee when Mike wants to disappear into his mattress with a hangover, kicking his ass to classes.

Stiles is probably what is keeping him from failing right now and Mike will go to great lengths to keep him as his friend, because, yeah, they’re friends now.

It’s impossible not to befriend Stiles, he grows on you like a very persistent mold.

His friendship with Stiles starts six weeks into rooming together. Classes are in full swing alongside parties and Mike has just started to get worried about his roommate being a stick in the mud, when he comes home at 4:00 AM piss drunk.

Naturally he tries (and fails) to quietly enter the room, trying not the be the dickbag that wakes people up every night to find the lights still on. He blinks a few times at Stiles, who is sitting on his bed with a laptop and smartly says: “Huh.”

“God, you’re so fucking drunk it’s not even funny, dude. I can smell it from here and I don’t even have a freaky nose,” Stiles comments, before he gets up from the bed.

Mike sways slightly in the doorway, mentally trying to decide if he can do a stumble and drop to his bed or if he’ll sleep on the floor when Stiles is suddenly in front of him. He startles and nearly falls over, saved from faceplanting by Stiles, who is usually the one meeting the floor.

“Oh, hey, there, hey, buddy,” Stiles says, righting him. He slips an arm around Mike and masterfully stumble-drags him to the bed, depositing him on it. He points at Mike, who is still reeling from the movement and sternly says: “Don’t move,” as if Mike had any big plans.

Moments later he returns with a glass of water and gets Mike upright, telling him to sip and not allowing him to stop until the glass is empty.

Mike isn’t sure what happens next, but the next morning he wakes up with a groan to find two painkillers, a glass of water and a glass of orange juice on his bedside table along with a note reading: go to your classes! And you’re not a very eloquent drunk

In that moment, it feels like the nicest thing anyone has ever done for him, swiftly forgetting all his parents have done under the pounding headache. He takes his painkillers, drinks his drinks and actually manages to drag himself to his lecture, deciding that Stiles might not be so bad.

When he comes back from his class, Stiles is there, typing away on his laptop again. He greets Mike when he enters and Mike returns it: “Hey, dude. Thanks for the painkillers and stuff.”

“Yeah, man, no problem,” Stiles smiles back. “It’s just instinct at this point, I’ve had to drag worse people off to bed.”

It’s a bit of an odd reply, but something Mike can work with. “You friends with many party-goers?”

A strange look flits over Stiles’ face, but it goes as fast as it comes and Stiles says: “Something like that. I was the one with a car, who wasn’t a prick about it getting dirty on the inside when in crisis. I have passed up on many party experiences except the clean up. All my friends are idiots.”

Mike chuckles at that and plops down on his own bed, as he comments: “Do you have a big friend group back home?” See, he can have conversations, mom.

“Oh, yeah,” Stiles tells him with a grin. “We’re like a family. A very weird family.” A brief pause. “But how about you?”

“Nah,” Mike shrugs. “I’m making up for it now.”

“Yeah, I can see,” Stiles grins. “Alcohol is a poison, my man. Besides, I’m not sure you’re remembering the friends you made.”

The bluntness is something Mike has encountered before and turned him away, but it doesn’t sound mean. He remembers that he is going to try with Stiles, so instead of ending the conversation there, he shrugs: “Probably, but it’s fun while it lasts.”

“Come on, man, that’s not fun,” Stiles says. “I have some friends from introduction. We get fries on Thursdays and study on Sunday. You can come sometime, it’s fun.”

Okay, so the bluntness was genuine concern and Mike honestly could use some actual friends. He likes parties, they’re fun, but the loneliness is starting to get to him. So he replies: “Sure, sounds fun.”

“Hell yeah,” Stiles does a genuine fist pump and Mike snorts. Yeah, alright, maybe Stiles isn’t so bad at all.

“Why were you awake so late anyway?” Mike asks, suddenly remembering that Stiles was just sitting there when he stumbled in.

“Oh, Jackson called me,” Stiles says. “He’s in studying in at Cambridge, because his parents are pretentious fuckers. He needed to check in about… something and I was still awake. I had to look something up, I was just emailing him the details when you came in.”

“All the way in England?” Mike whistles, a bit impressed.

“Tsk, don’t let hear him that. Dick has a big enough ego as it is,” Stiles rolls his eyes.

“I thought you were his friend?” Mike says, a bit confused, because Stiles had literally picked up the phone at 4:00 AM for this guy, couldn’t be that much bad blood, could there?

“Surprisingly enough. He had a restraining order against me in high school for a while,” Stiles informs him casually, before realizing how that sounds and quickly amending: “Obviously, he revoked it, because it was completely unnecessary and a big misunderstanding. We’re cool now, promise.”

And that’s Mike’s cue to drop the conversation, giving Stiles a tight nod, before turning to his own work. He’s giving the other a chance, not inviting crazy. Though he does allow himself to be invited for fries on Thursday with Stiles’ friends.

There is Maya a shy, but enthusiastic biology major; Aalif, a kind but serious looking pre-law student; Nikki, a hilariously insane art major; and Kai a bit of a dorky English major. How Stiles had found this ragtag group Mike doesn’t know

“Mike,” he introduces himself. “I do history. I’m Stiles’ roommate,” before he’s pulled into a discussion about whether or not fries can be classified as a salad. (Potato salad exists, Mike, and it’s a side dish).

It’s honestly a lot more fun than expected and it’s nice to see that Stiles does know how to have fun, he just has fun arguing about nothing with someone studying to argue professionally instead of getting wasted.

While Mike doesn’t think he’ll keep away from parties entirely, he might cut back to make place for this. The genuine connection is way nicer than not remembering who you talked to, or if you even did.

They’re about to start opening the famous is cereal-soup debate when Stiles’ phone starts to ring. He nearly hits his head on the table as he dives to get it out of his bag, calling out a quick: “Sorry, guys, gotta take this real quick.”

But since he is stuck in a booth, all he can do is turn away from them as he greets: “Isaac, what’s wrong? Did something happen?”

It’s not the most standard greeting and Mike raises his brow at the others, who all shrug. Apparently this has happened before. Mike watches as Stiles gets a reply, fascinated by how Stiles seems to melt, worries leaving him as he grins fondly, before practically cooing: “You missing me already? I am flattered, pup.”

He grins some more at what Isaac is saying, before raising a brow, voice turning into a tease: “I feel used here. Like a cheap replacement. You knew Scott was going to be busy with Allison, I even warned you. Not my fault no one in this p- family ever listens to me.”

Another reply to which Stiles says: “Yes, you heard correctly, I’m with friends, you can make those at college. I encourage you to try.”

An eyeroll at Isaac’s answer, then a sigh: “Yes, Isaac, having your own friends will get their attention again. But try also for yourself, meeting new people is fun. Maybe you even meet someone you like.”

“Bye, Isaac,” Stiles says pointedly, it sounds faintly like Isaac is protesting his departure, but he hangs up on him.

“Sorry about that, you know how they can get,” Stiles grins, trying to play it off, while Mike tries to ignore how much it sounds like the conversation he had with his mom last week, before deciding to join the others in not commenting.

And after that it their friendship takes off until they’re at the ‘waking him up with a smug smirk and coffee when Mike wants to disappear into his mattress with a hangover, kicking his ass to classes’- stage.

Turns out that if you’re closer to Stiles, he’s even weirder. He goes home pretty often, now that he has settled in alright, nearly every other weekend, at least once a month, though he complains about his dad forcing him to stay at college to get the full experience, air quotes obvious in his voice.

Mike doesn’t say anything, since he kind of agrees with Stiles’ dad. It’s a bit unhealthy how much Stiles’ calls home. Or at least, Mike thinks he does, though it always sounds like it’s someone else on the phone, because Stiles will tell the same story a bunch of times or tell the person that another person told him to tell them etc, like they couldn't call themselves.

The conversations are also just weird. Stiles cuts himself off sometimes, sending Mike looks, or he’ll fuss over whoever is on the other side of the line like he’s their therapist, or their fucking mother. Not to mention the fact that he always – always – picks up.

Mike has tried to call Stiles a few times, a lot of the time his roommate won’t pick up, or call back apologetically, yet he’ll leave a lecture if someone from home calls.

It’s just odd.

So, brave soldier as he is (as well as the head investigator of their little friend group, who are all more curious about Stiles than Mike expected when he first met them), he asks: “Hey, man, who are you always calling?”

Stiles look up from where has just hung up with a: “You be careful okay? I love you,” looking a bit confused, before smiling and shrugging: “That depends, honestly. It’s a bit much.”

That sounds like a deflection, but Mike is curious and got better at talking to people and standing up for himself. So, he goes: “I have time. I’m smart. I think I can take it.”

“Alright,” Stiles shoots him another uncertain look, before starting, “Well, my dad and Derek are holding down the fort, so I call them just to see how life is going. Boyd and Erica are there too, so I call them too, but Boyd doesn’t talk much, so I mostly call with Erica. She is my Catwoman, you know, we chat, she spills about Boyd. He has his own carpentry shop, it’s been going well. I’m glad for him, you know. And Erica is taking a gap year, but to be honest, I think she likes being a park ranger too much to ever go back to school.”

Mike nods along to Stiles’ rambles. His dad is explainable and the fact that he added Derek in there must mean they’re a unit in his mind, maybe a brother? Or even his father’s boyfriend. Erica is someone he’s close with and knows well, called her his Catwoman, so maybe girlfriend? But he connected her to Boyd, who sounds like a far friend of sorts, so maybe not.

“Of course there is Jackson in England,” Stiles continues on happily. “I told you about him. He is a bit of a dick, but we’ve forgiven him. Well, Lydia did and we all trusted her and it worked out okay.”

And yeah, Mike remembers Jackson with the apparent restraining order and wonders who Lydia is. Luckily he doesn’t have to wait long.

“Lydia,” Stiles sighs, making Mike think he loves her, which he naturally immediately disproves by going, “I used to be in love with her, but turns out, no. She’s being an absolute genius doing mathematics at CalTech. She terrifies me in the best ways.”

That’s not concerning at all.

“And then you have Scott, my best friend,” Stiles rambles on and Mike knows that the other probably won’t even notice if he leaves. He gets like that. “Now my man Scott is at Colorado State

to become a vet alongside Allison and Isaac.”

Those two names are also familiar and Mike feels awkward staying silent, so he says: “They’re all become vets?”

“No, just Scott, but they’re all at Colorado State, because Scott will probably perish without Allison and Isaac hates being lonely and didn’t get into Stanford with me,” Stiles says, like that’s the most obvious reason to pick a school.

Mike is distracted by Stiles hitting his arm enthusiastically: “Allison is also doing history, man, I hadn’t even thought of that! I don’t know how it would be relevant either, but you know, fun fact! I love fun facts, like did you know that human teeth are the only part of the body that can’t heal themselves, because enamel is dead tissue. That was fun to find out.”

He senses that there is a story there, but Stiles is already moving on: “And Isaac, my beautiful boy, is doing social studies, which I think will really help him. He’s come so far and he’s really happy with his courses.”

Isaac was the one that called during that first Thursday fries run Mike was a part of. He recalls the nicknames and the fact that Isaac was missing Stiles, not to mention how fond Stiles sounded and the fact that Isaac wanted to go to college with him. Maybe Isaac was the boyfriend?

“Anyways,” Stiles ends his rant. “I told you it’s a bit much, but I like knowing they’re okay and getting by and if I only call one, the others will get jealous. There’s only so much Stiles to go around and everyone wants a piece,” he grins.

Mike thinks Stiles has a weird relationship with his friends from back home, but also that he doesn’t want to create any friction with his roommate and best friend on campus, so he just nods and smiles a bit.

“But how about you?” Stiles returns the question. “You never call home, at least, not that I’ve witnessed.”

Since Stiles decided to share, something he rarely does, Mike knows he should return the favor, so he shrugs. “Not really much to call.”

“Is no one there?” Stiles asks, all concern.

“My mom and dad are, but you know,” Mike shrugs. “Dad just cares about my grades and mom is always prying, like she thinks I can’t manage by myself or something. It’s fucking annoying. I’m an adult now, she doesn’t need to hover.”

Stiles frowns at his reply, then bites his lip as if he isn’t sure he should say something, before he breaks and blurts: “But isn’t that nice? To have someone who worries?”

“What?” Mike hadn’t thought Stiles would pick his mom’s side, though maybe he should have seen it coming.

“I mean, I don’t know your situation of course, but I get it,” Stiles shrugs, backing off a bit. “You’ve always been her baby, who she saw every single day and knew when you had a bad day, when you got a good grade, etc, now she has nothing and you don’t tell her, so her mind makes up all the horrible things that could have happened to you between calls, resulting in what is practically an interrogation until she is satisfied that you’re truly as okay as you claim you are… Wow, that was one hell of s sentence,” Stiles ends his keen observation with a joke to lighten it up a bit, since he got way too into that.

Mike attempts to wade through the sea of words just slung to his head, before he realizes Stiles kind of has a point. He breathes: “How do you even know that?”

Stiles scratches his nose and shrugs: “I might be a bit of the mom-friend.” And Mike is reminded of the fact that Stiles is really weird with his friends and that he probably knows that because he does the exact same thing his mother does.

Next Sunday, he reports all this to the study group, which Stiles has had to skip out on, because someone called at midnight, which obviously meant Stiles immediately packed is bags and left, something that is more common than Mike would like.

“That’s a lot of friends,” Maya comments once he is done. “But it’s sweet he cares so much about them.”

“He cares mom-levels about them,” Mike points out. “I’m telling you, he got so intense while defending my mom, like it was personal.”

“So, he’s a bit intense about is friends,” Nikki shrugs. “One girl in my class is making a shrine to her boyfriend as a final project. We’re not at that level yet, so I think we’re good.”

“He took off in the middle of the night on a three hour drive, because someone called,” Mike replies.

“I don’t think it’s really any of our concern,” Aalif interrupts, before it can get out of hand.

“But what if they’re like a creepy cult or something?” Nikki asks.

Aalif levels her a look as he says: “I don’t think Stiles would get drawn into a cult.”

“You don’t know that,” she raises a brow. “It happens, even to smart people like Stiles.”

“He has a metal baseball bat by his bed,” Mike offers, not sure why he is backing Nikki in this debate.

“He does?” Maya asks, a bit concerned.

They all now look at Mike and he suddenly realizes that they’ve never been into their room, which is why he has become Stiles source number 1. He shrugs: “Yeah, he took it with him when he left for home tonight. It’s all damaged and shit, though I think some carvings are intentional. They look a bit like runes.”

Nikki raises a brow as she looks at Aalif and says: “But you don’t think Stiles could have joined a cult.”

“I don’t think a cult would have allowed him to leave for college, not to mention do criminology,” Maya offers. “I think he’s following a seminar about cults right now actually.”

“Okay, but even without a cult, still suspicious and weird,” Nikki huffs. “And it’s still a possibility, right, Mike?”

Mike startles a bit unsure how he got on the pro-cult side and not sure he isn’t agreeing. “I mean, he does have all these herbs and some weird books, but those could be from the library.”

And now they’re giving him more looks. Great. He puts his hands up defensively: “It’s not like I know, alright. Stiles never exactly cooks, maybe he just likes the smell of the herbs. And the books could be an aesthetic thing, though he keeps him under his bed in a box if they’re his.”

“What sort of books?” Kai asks after a beat.

“They’re leather bound. Old,” Mike shrugs. “I haven’t seen him with them much. He shoves them out of sight when I get in and the only times he hasn’t was when he thought I was asleep or very drunk.”

“Creepy,” Maya shivers.

“Come on, this is Stiles,” Aalif says. “He is not in some creepy cult. Do you all even hear yourselves? Seriously. Now, the midterms are coming up and I would like to get some passing grades.”

That gets a few boos and boring’s thrown at him, but Aalif doesn’t falter and they do all giggle a bit at the ridiculousness of Stiles in a cult. Before they can truly get anything done, Nikke snorts: “Maybe he tripped into it,” sending them all into giggles again.

It isn’t a joke anymore when Stiles reappears again on their Thursday fry run his face more bruise than skin and his hands both wrapped in bandages.

“Stiles!” Kai exclaims, already out of his seat. “What happened to you?”

“Hey there, guys,” Stiles attempts a grin, wincing at the action. “I’m good, I’m good.” He eases himself into their booth, wrapped fingers taking some fries and popping them into his mouth as the rest watches him with careful eyes. Of course he notices as he chews slowly, whispering to himself: “Knew Derek was right about the liquid diet. Fucker.”

“What happened?” Aalif asks when Stiles seems like he is going to ignore the whole situation that is his face and hands. “Stiles, if someone did this to do, you have to go to the police, file a report. You can sue.”

“Of course you’d say that, lawyer-man,” Stiles grins again, falling flat once more when his already split lip, re-splits and starts to bleed. “Ah, fuck,” he hisses, grabbing a napkin to press against it as he makes a disgruntled face.

“Stiles,” Nikki snaps.

“What?” he replies as if it’s not incredibly obvious.

Mike surprises himself by jumping in: “What the hell happened to you, man?”

It dawns on Stiles that they’re not letting it go and he sags a bit in his seat. Then says: “Nothing, I promise. It was just an accident, really.”

That’s just a thousand red flags there and Maya takes the lead for them, putting a hand on Stiles shoulder and saying in a soft voice: “We’re not going to judge you, promise. But right now, not knowing is so much worse.”

“Derek told me not to come,” Stiles sighs after a moment. “I knew it was stupid, but I wanted to come. I mean, he only had Boyd and Erica with him, because all the others were too far away. That wasn’t enough.”

“What were they doing?” Nikki asks, unable to keep her mouth shut and be patient.

Luckily, Stiles isn’t silenced by it. “Derek lives on the preserve, it’s in the middle of the forest and something was killing the animals. It was a mountain lion, we have a lot of animal attacks. They wanted to take it out before it moved into the town.”

Mike remembers Stiles telling him Erica was a park ranger, but Boyd was a carpenter and he knew nothing about Derek, which is weird on its own. Stiles loved bragging about his friends, or would casually comment about them or pick up the phone with their name on his lips, but Mike had before now heard the name Derek only once.

“Of course I tripped over a few branches in the dark,” Stiles laughs self-deprecatingly. “I should have known better. I’m a klutz, you know. Though I did get a hit in, before I went down in a not so glorious blaze of branches and a curse.”

“You hit a mountain lion?” Kai whisper yells.

“Yeah, with my bat,” Stiles shrugs, like it’s a normal thing.

“Dude, are you insane?” Mike asks.

“Oh, okay, I see what’s happening here,” Stiles backs up, like they didn’t make sense before now. “I didn’t want to admit I fell, because it’s embarrassing as fuck. And like, I know I’m clumsy, but after all the running away from shit trying to kill me, one would think I’d have gotten better at it, but noooo. I am surrounded by people who can do crazy shit, while I hit my head on a fucking branch, because why not.”

“Stiles!” Nikke cuts him off. “Running away from things trying to kill you? What the hell.”

“I was getting there,” Stiles says, though it’s obvious to all of them that he was getting further and further away from the point. “When I was in high school there were all these murders in town. My friend was targeted at one point, I got caught up in it. Nothing makes a friendship like getting locked into a school and running from a crazed murderer or holding someone up in a pool for two hours. It was a whole thing. Plus my father is the sheriff.”

“What the fuck,” Nikki voices the shared sentiment after a moment to process.

“Wait, here I have proof,” Stiles taps away on his phone, before showing a news article with the tagline reading: Five teens trapped in high school with murderer still on the loose

After letting them read it, he puts his phone in his pocket and proudly says: “We’re having a project about crimes in our hometown right now and I have an advantage over the rest.”

“That’s- That’s not-” Maya stutters. “…Stiles…”

“What?” he says confused, as if what he just bragged about isn’t heartbreaking. God, no wonder he’s a bit fucked from it all. Mike would want to know if all his friends are okay if he nearly saw them all killed alongside him.

“Are you, like, okay?” Mike asks.

“Probably not, like in general,” Stiles tells him honestly, “but I am really fine. As fine as I get anyway. Derek says I have to work on that, but he’s not the boss of me and I actually am doing better. I don’t know why I’m telling you all this, sorry.”

“No, it’s fine,” Maya smiles kindly. “We just want to know you’re okay. Thanks for trusting us with that. Did you get those wounds checked out?”

“I did,” he returns her smile. “Got a clean bill of health and everything. Dad wouldn’t let me drive back before that.”

“Good,” Aalif says.

They’re all quiet for a moment, before the thing that has been niggling on his mind comes out. He asks: “Who is this Derek person anyway?”

Stiles regards them all for a moment, before saying: “I don’t think we reached that level of friendship yet. Sorry. Like, you’re all my friends and stuff and I like bragging about my other friends to you, but I don’t know.”

“What?” Mike exclaims as Nikki points out: “You just told us you nearly got murdered, but telling us about a friend is a step too far?”

“You know, that is actually a good point,” Stiles says. “I must still be a bit lightheaded from everything, I normally don’t tell people that.”

“Should we take you to a hospital? Kai asks worriedly.

“No, no, I’m kidding, I think,” Stiles jokes, before quickly adding, “I am truly kidding, please don’t take me to a hospital. God, no one appreciates my humor.”

“Stiles,” Aalif sighs tiredly when Stiles deftly gets them on a different topic than Derek.

“Derek is my husband,” Stiles finally tells them, shutting them all up as they stare at them with their jaws on the floor. That explains Stiles trips home and lack of partying or otherwise getting laid, he had a whole fucking husband waiting for him at home.

None of them could know that Stiles’ reluctance to talk about Derek and his relation is that as a prominent alpha, broadcasting that they were ‘mated’ (and yes, Derek, that term is still weird to a human) isn’t really smart. Especially after everything that had already come to Beacon Hills.

“Y- Your husband?!?” Kai squeaks.

“This is exactly why I didn’t want to tell you all,” Stiles groans. “You can’t imagine the rumor mill at home when it happened, like seriously, people were acting like I was signing my life away to the devil or something.”

“Why?” Maya asks and Mike has to agree. Marriage so early isn’t exactly uncommon, it just took them by surprise this time. What would make this different.

“I-” Stiles looks genuinely sheepish, “I might have gotten him arrested for a murder he didn’t commit and stuff. But that was like, what? Two, three years ago.”

Immediately their table exploded, voices overlapping, because – again – what the fuck.

“He didn’t do it!” Stiles exclaims, shutting them all up. “He was framed. Set up. Look, I know he wasn’t the killer. Derek saved my life, like a bazillion times at this point. I love him.”

Despite the bruises, the look on his face is quite clear with love oozing off of it. Like full on, ‘Disney princess, soulmate, found the one’-love. It’s a bit disgusting in Mike’s terribly single opinion.

“Well, then I want to see him,” Nikki demands. “You can’t tell us you got swept off your feet by a mysterious would be murderer and not expect us to want to see him.”

Stiles shoots them all a suspicious look, which is pretty rude all things considering, but Mike lets it slide in favor of satiating his curiosity. Then Stiles pulls out his phone, showing them a sequence of pictures that said more than words could.

It’s obviously their wedding day. They’re both in full suits, standing in a forest with the sunset hitting them, putting them in a glow of light. Derek is apparently a handsome, muscled man, who screams not bad boy as much as serial killer.

The first picture is pretty standard. They’re looking at each other, Derek’s bad boy vibe killed by the fact that he is smiling softly at Stiles, who is smiling back. Derek’s smile is toothachingly fond in a way that Mike feels in his chest.

In the second picture, the murder vibes are back in full force, with Derek glaring at Stiles, who looks like he’s saying something, his face smug like it’s an inside joke, his hands up to gesture like he always does.

Then, in the last picture, Stiles has Derek’s cheeks between his hand, face contorted in something Mike would call a coo, if Derek didn’t look like the kind of guy who would allow anything resembling a coo being directed at him. Though, Mike might have to rethink that assumption, because while Derek is raising one murderous eyebrow, the smile has returned again.

“I am his favourite annoyance,” Stiles announces proudly. “It’s wonderful how much bugging someone can do.”

And all of them would have guessed Derek was the one, who had pursued Stiles, but here Stiles is, telling them all about how he is a master at befriending people and Derek honestly needed someone to tell him how horrible he was at decorating or socializing, before fixing it for him.

Beside him, Nikki mutters: “Dear god, he has an ‘I can fix him’-mentality. We’re doomed.”

“I heard that!” Stiles exclaims indignantly, though he doesn’t deny it per se. But when Nikki’s soda arrives, it explodes in her face and Mike would almost suspect Stiles had something to do with it if he had to go off the smug look.

They drop the topic of Stiles injuries and apparent husband, for the evening, which Stiles seems grateful for at least, before catching him up on campus gossip. Still, they keep their eye on him and it’s hard to forget with his face all fucked up.

When they leave, Maya leans in and whispers to Mike: “Keep an eye on him for us, okay?”

He nods quickly, before hurrying after Stiles, who is yelling at him to hurry or he’ll drive back without him.

Mike also keeps his word, so when Stiles’ phone starts to ring, he pretends to be engrossed in his book, while secretly keeping an ear on Stiles’ conversation. He usually doesn’t listen in, unless something is so weird it breaks through his mental barriers, but he feels like this can be an exception.

“Hey there, big guy,” Stiles greets, voice much gentler than Mike ever remembered it being.

“Yeah, worrywolf, I’m fine,” Stiles tells whoever is on the other side. “Dad wouldn’t have let me drive otherwise and neither would you for that matter. You checked me yourself before letting me go, quite thoroughly I might add.”

And that last part is definitely an innuendo, dear god, Mike did not want to know that. However, it is confirmation that it’s Derek on the line, so he listens even harder.

“I know I overdid it, but no one got hurt except a few bruises on me,” Stiles argues. “And I get hurt even when I’m not in danger, you know how doors and the air are my biggest enemies. Come on, Derek. If it was bad, I would have told you. We promised remember? You made it part of our vows, because you are a complete softie.”

Okay, Mike isn’t going to lie, that’s actually pretty cute and he slightly hates that he’s becoming team Derek when all he knows is that he was (falsely) arrested for murder and married to Stiles, who comes running home when called on.

“I promise not to run into danger again,” Stiles tells Derek. “Well, I promise not to run needlessly into danger again and honestly one could argue that this time wasn’t needlessly, because you are my damsel in distress as much as you want to cast me in that roll.” A beat. “Yes, I will never let you forget the pool, we discussed this.”

“Yes, Derek, I always take care of my wounds,” Stiles rolls his eyes. “I’ll even send you picture updates and call you every day. How does that sound?”

Oh god, Derek is actually a concerned boyfriend – excuse me, husband – who needs updates and called the day Stiles left because he was worried. Mike is never going to be able to tell the others that without it turning into a riot.

“Great, because I am going to bed,” Stiles says. “Midterms are coming up and while spending time with you is a hundred times better, I actually need to pass these if I ever want to get a degree. So, goodbye, I love you.”

A bit of silence, then a very love-filled chuckle: “Of course I’m going to think of you. I always sleep better with you, you know that. Now bye. Love you, again and always.”

Fucking hell, Mike is going to die of a toothache, caused by his happily married roommate, which is honestly where his life is at right now.

Though, Mike can honestly live with a weird roommate. It’s a source of entertainment and he now can rest knowing Stiles has someone watching out for him, preventing him from going off the deep end, which was an honest concern.

Stiles is weird, but with what Mike knows, he’s allowed to be a bit strange and he honestly doesn’t want to know more than he does.

A/N:

Disclaimer: I am not shitting on parties, if you like them, go nuts. I just don’t drink and hate social interaction, so I wouldn't know how to write a good party scene even if I wanted to, lmao.

Idk how well it came through, but Stiles is magic and burned his hands while overdoing it in the fight he got injured in. He also totally exploded Nikki’s drink as petty revenge, his herbs are also related to magic.

#rr writing #teen wolf #stiles stilinski #sterek #derek x stiles #teen wolf stiles #derek hale #OCs #college student stiles stillinski

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