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sanguineterrain · 2 years

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We Got A Lovin' Thing - s.h. | e.m.

Summary: Eddie, as it turns out, is the only one with a brain cell among the three of you. (Or: the time you didn't know you were all dating).

Pairing: Steve Harrington x fem!reader x Eddie Munson

Word count: 3.5k

Warnings: fluff, idiocy, jealousy, misunderstandings, me attempting to write the "didn't know they were dating" trope.

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"You don't have to."

The tickets had barely entered your hand before Eddie was making excuses. He shoved a handful of curls behind his ear. You tutted, swatting his hand because that was exactly what made them frizz. He hesitantly released the curls, twisting his rings around his fingers instead.

"Of course we'll go," Steve said. "We wanna support you. Right, Y/N?"

You nodded eagerly. "That's right. Dustin's told us all about your sick guitar riffs. Obviously, I need to hear them for myself."

"I mean, you know if Dustin's hyped, it's gonna be bitchin'."

You grinned at Steve. He mirrored you. All of the tension slipped out of Eddie. He lost an inch in height from posturing for rejection. Which didn't make sense. Steve would certainly never reject Eddie like that. Maybe Eddie just really wanted you to go.

"I know it's not really your guys' thing," Eddie said. "Which is why I didn't wanna pressure you. And I know we're taking it slow, so…"

"I don't think you need to take introducing us to your metalheads that slow, Munson," Steve snorted. "We can handle it."

"Steve should wear your vest," you suggested, wiggling your brows.

"Me? No, no, you'd wear it way better than me," insisted Steve.

"How 'bout," Eddie said, shrugging off said vest. "The prince takes the vest and the fair maiden gets my bandana. As a token of gratitude."

Your heart fluttered as Eddie gently wrapped the fabric around your forehead. You helped him tie it in the back, his fingers brushing yours. The bandana was soft and smelled like his cologne, patterned with multicolored skulls.

"Sure we're metal enough for you and your crew?" you asked, trying to push down the butterflies in your belly.

Eddie grinned. "Without a doubt. Better than Ozzy."

"I think Steve should throw it back to eighty-six and show off the sternum bush," you said, playfully poking his chest. "That bare chest was the highlight of my year, Harrington."

"Yeah, yeah," Steve snarked. "Take a picture."

"Oh no, I wouldn't wanna make anybody jealous," you laughed.

"Jealous? Never!" Steve cast dramatically. "Eddie knows my adoring fans mean nothing to me!"

"Imagine my relief," Eddie said, draping an arm over you, then Steve. "Can't have anybody looking at my guy. Or my girl."

You squirmed under his arm, sliding out of his grip as smoothly as possible.

"Um, yeah. Well, I don't think you'll have to worry. You steal the show every time, Eds."

"Sweetheart, you've gotta wait till I actually start playing before you gas me up," Eddie grinned.

You shoved his arm, attempting vainly to mask your nerves.

"No gas! It’ll be great."

You left Eddie’s room, heading out the front door. Steve followed you down the steps.

“Show starts at eight!” Eddie called after you.

“We’ll be there, superstar,” you said, giving a thumbs up. “Dress pretty—Steve’s not easily impressed.”

“Hilarious,” Steve snarked. “Maybe you can follow his act with some of those jokes.”

You stuck out your tongue and got into the passenger side of his 733i.

“Isn’t Eddie giving you a ride?” he asked, getting into the driver’s seat.

“Why would Eddie give me a ride? Doesn’t he have a rehearsal?”

Steve shrugged. “How would I know? He’d tell you before me.”

“What? No way. You’d be the first to know. You’re the one who brought up Corroded Coffin.”

“Yeah, ‘cause I’ve never been to a show,” Steve said, pulling out of the trailer park.

“You haven’t?”

“No. When would I have gone?”

“I mean… anytime, really,” you frowned. “I thought Eddie would’ve invited you by now.”

Steve gave you an incredulous look. “Me?”

“Yes?” you scoffed. “Why are you acting so weird?”

“Why are you?” Steve shot back.

“I’m not…” you trailed off.

He remained quiet, so you dropped the subject. You rested your head against the seat and watched Steve from the corner of your eye. Eddie was lucky. Nancy had been too. You’d always thought so.

The metal infinity ring was on Steve’s right middle finger. You were there when Eddie gave it to him. Eddie had given you a ring too, days before that. For a moment, you’d hoped and wondered. Wondered if maybe Eddie felt the same as you did.

You wore yours on a thin chain around your neck. That was how pathetic you were—if it was a ring from Eddie Munson, you’d wear it close to your heart, even when it was painfully obvious yours meant something different from Steve’s.

“Wanna stop by BK before I drop you?” Steve asked.

“Sure,” you smiled softly. “Thanks, Steve.”

He nodded, mirroring your smile. His veins were stark lines against his skin. You stared unabashedly at how his hands curled around the steering wheel. How could anybody blame Eddie? You’d give Steve pretty rings too.

Steve ordered your regular at the Burger King drive-though. You reclined in the seat.

“Should’ve brought Eddie something,” you said, eyes closed.

“He likes BK?”

“His stomach is a bottomless pit. He’ll literally eat anything.”

“Anything, huh?”

“Gross, Steve!” you scoffed, thwacking his arm. “Don’t be a perv.”

He cackled as he pulled up to the next drive-through window. The girl at the window took the money, then leaned in while waiting for the food.

“Hi,” she said, fluttering her lashes.

“Hey,” Steve nodded. “How are you?”

“Good. Want extra sauce?”

“I do!” you interrupted, sticking your head next to Steve’s.

She shot you a dirty look. You wiggled your fingers in a wave.

“Can I get extra sauce? Or does he only get extra sauce?”

Her face twisted into a mix of jealousy and disgust. She shoved the bag through the window, then slammed the screen closed. You burst into giggles as Steve drove off.

“Was that really necessary?” he sighed, passing you the food.

“What? Not like you’re interested. She’s not your type.”

“I—my type?”

“Yeah?”

You shoveled a few fries in your mouth.

“And what exactly is my type, Y/N?”

“Not her,” you sniffed. Not me, either.

“That’s specific.”

“I know. My mysterious feminine wiles are irresistible.”

“Ah, yes. What drew Eddie to you in the first place,” Steve agreed.

He didn’t mean anything by it. That didn’t stop the ache.

“Yeah,” you mumbled, shoving more fries into your mouth. “Right.”

"So I'll see you tomorrow?" he asked, slowing down in front of your house.

"See you then," you confirmed, closing the door.

"Wear somethin' nice for Eddie," Steve teased.

"You first!"

You watched him drive off, dejectedly chomping down on a chicken strip. Oh God. What were you doing?

The club was loud. You’d tried to dress a little closer to the demographic but you weren’t sure you’d accomplished such a thing. Still, it was better than Steve, who looked like he’d just gotten a callback for Grease.

“Dude, what the hell are you wearing?”

“This is cool!” he insisted.

“Tell me about it, stud.”

“You wore overalls to a metal concert and you wanna make fun of me?”

“I look cute,” you announced. “And there’s no denying you do too, Steve, but jeez. What happened to wearing Eddie’s vest?”

“It’s under the jacket,” he said, unzipping the black leather jacket. “Did you just call me cute?”

“Don’t let it go to your head, T-Bird.”

“How many Grease references are you gonna make?” he huffed.

“How long is the performance?”

“I’m telling Eddie on you,” Steve warned as you found your seats.

“Ooh, I’m really sca—”

A pair of hardcore fans knocked into you. You stumbled, nearly falling over a chair. But Steve was quick to catch you by your arm.

“Whoa, you okay? Assholes!” he fumed, holding your waist.

“It’s fine,” you sighed, hyper aware of Steve’s hands on you. “People are just excited. C’mon, let’s get close to the stage.”

The warmth from Steve’s hands slipped away. You felt dirty for missing it.

The emcee made a brief introduction and got a few claps. You and Steve both cheered when he announced Corroded Coffin.

“Go, Eds!” you whooped, clapping obnoxiously. “C’mon, Steve, show a little enthusiasm. That’s your guy up there.”

Steve sighed, rolling his eyes. Then he stuck his pinkies into his mouth, whistling loudly. You squealed in laughter, nudging his side. Steve grinned back, accepting your head on his shoulder.

“Whoa! Hidden talent, Harrington! That from your jock days?”

“Yes, actually. The pool gets loud and I had to get my team’s attention somehow.”

“Coach Steve, huh? No wonder you’re so bossy with the kids.”

“I’m bossy so none of those jerkwads get eaten by faceless monsters. There’s a difference.”

“Yes, dear,” you said seriously, patting his hand. “And you parent them so well.”

“You know what—”

“Shh!” you hushed. “Show’s starting!”

The lights dimmed. Eddie came out first, then the rest of the band. He stepped up to the mic.

“How’s everybody doing tonight?”

“Wooo!” you cheered in reply.

“Let’s go, Eddie!” added Steve.

Eddie found you immediately, grinning widely.

“Glad you guys are excited,” he continued, eyes never leaving you and Steve. “I see some pretty faces in the crowd. Hope you enjoy.”

The set was energetic, bass vibrating through your body. You and Steve took your cues from the sparse audience, headbanging and air-guitaring through the whole show. He took off the jacket after the first song, leaving him in Eddie’s vest and a white tank. You tried not to stare.

The most important thing was that Eddie had fun. Regardless of your feelings, you and Steve were there to be supportive. Steve and Eddie had never changed how they treated you. There was no reason you couldn’t act the same.

Your chain jumped when you did, jangling against your chest. When you strayed too far from your seat towards the end of the set, Steve took your hand, steering you back so you wouldn’t get lost among the drunks. He didn’t let go until the music finished.

“Thank you! We are Corroded Coffin, good night!”

The band disappeared backstage. You and Steve were the first ones to the stage entrance, which was really just a ragged, faux velvet curtain. Gareth and Jeff chatted among themselves. A few girls had also come in—mostly to fawn over Eddie.

“Hiiii, Eddie!” giggled one, a little tipsy. “You played a great show!”

“Thanks, ladies,” Eddie replied politely, easily slipping through the gaggle of girls.

He made a beeline for you and Steve, guitar still strapped across his back. He pulled you both into a sweaty hug, still on a performance high. Eddie’s freshly shaven cheek slid against yours. Your heart did a swan dive to your shoes.

“You guys made it!”

“Of course we did,” you said. “We wouldn’t miss your show for anything. Steve’s dedicated.”

“So I see,” Eddie grinned, giving Steve a onceover. “Looking good, Greased Lightning.”

“That’s it. I’m never wearing leather again,” Steve huffed, tucking his jacket under his arm.

“No no, it’s hot! Swear it. Tell ‘im, Y/N.”

You rolled your eyes. “His head’s already big enough, Eds.”

“See how mean she is to me?” Steve whined.

“Poor baby,” Eddie cooed, patting Steve’s neck. “What were we thinking, pledging our love to her?”

You turned your head, throat tightening. Neither one seemed to notice.

“You should make it up to me,” decided Steve. “I accept pizza.”

“Pizza it is,” Eddie said, taking off his guitar. “Lemme just pack up my stuff and we’ll head back to the shire. Just us, promise. Sound good?”

Eddie goaded Steve ahead, arm around his back. You hung behind them, that pang in your chest returning.

“Hey,” Eddie said, turning. “Where’d you go? C’mere.”

“Huh?”

“You’re all the way back there,” he laughed. “Here.”

They slowed for a beat so you caught up. Then Eddie tugged you to his other side, arm hanging over your shoulders. You couldn’t even fight him. Eddie was always tactile and once you became friends, all sense of personal space was thrown out the window. It felt good, even if it was temporary.

You rode back in the van. It was rowdy but Eddie thankfully dropped off the rest of his band early in the drive.

“So which pizzeria? Fredo’s or Mikey’s?”

“Fredo’s!” you said.

“Mikey’s!” Steve voted.

You gasped in horror. “Mikey’s? They give you approximately three drops of sauce. It’s like eating cardboard with cheese.”

“Mikey’s way better than Fredo’s. Mikey’s doesn’t have sixteen health violations, for one.”

“Everyone knows that was a story the paper cooked up because Fredo wouldn’t sell to Kline,” you scoffed. “Open your eyes, Steven.”

“Fine, we’ll have Eddie decide.”

You both turned expectantly to Eddie, who glanced at you in the rearview mirror.

“Oh. Uh, well, I really don’t have a preference…”

“No, no. You’ve gotta choose, Eds,” you said. “Steve has apparently decided to go insane.”

“Me? You’re eating rat droppings, Y/N.”

“You are such a freakazoid, Steve, what the hell—”

“Guys! Okay, okay, how ‘bout this: Y/N chooses the pizza and Steve, you can choose what movie we watch. Deal?”

You tilted your head at Steve. He crossed his arms.

“Fine. But I know you’re biased, Munson.”

“Am not! I’m totally impartial.”

“If he was biased, he’d side with you,” you said.

“Uh, no, he’d totally side with you,” Steve scoffed. “But, y’know, I guess if I were in his shoes I’d side with you too.”

Before you could ask what that meant, Steve was sliding open the door to the van and climbing out. After a minute, you did the same, taking Eddie’s proffered hand.

“Hey. You know he’s not really mad, right?” he murmured, squeezing your hand.

“I know,” you smiled. “I wasn’t worried. Were you?”

“No, no. Just don’t want you to get the wrong idea.”

You smiled confusedly. “Um, okay. Don’t worry. I wouldn’t, like, get in between you two or anything.”

Eddie looked appalled by that. “I know you wouldn’t, baby. I love you both, you know that.”

“I—” You swallowed, overwhelmed. “Oh. I l-love you too, Eds.”

Eddie beamed and kissed your knuckles. You felt your face grow hot.

“I’m going inside,” you rushed out, scurrying up the steps.

You slammed the door shut behind you, letting out a slow breath. What was that?! Were you tripping or had Eddie been flirting with you?

“Hey—”

“Ahh!”

You jumped, startled. Steve froze, brows to his hairline.

“Uh,” he began. “You good?”

“Yeah, s-sorry. I’m fine. What’s up?”

“I was gonna order the pizza, what toppings did you—”

“I’ll do it!” you said, snatching the phone and shooing him out of the kitchen. “Go pick a movie. I’ll order.”

“No mushrooms,” Steve reminded as you herded him out. “And Eddie is allergic to—”

“Olives, yeah, I know, Steve. This isn’t the first time we’ve had pizza together.”

“Dunno why you’re so snappy when we have to eat sewer pizza,” he mumbled.

You ignored him, returning to the phone. Wayne had most of the takeout numbers posted near the phone, so it was easy to dial.

“Hello, pickup or delivery?”

“Hi, delivery. Can I get two large pies. One with pepperoni and…”

“Get some mozzarella sticks too,” Eddie said, walking into the kitchen. “My treat.”

“It’s actually my treat,” came Steve’s voice from the living room.

You rolled your eyes. “And one order of mozzarella sticks. On the other pie can we get peppers and white sauce?” You gave the address.

“Twenty minutes,” said the delivery person.

“Okay, thanks,” you replied. “Twenty minutes, guys!”

“‘Kay, I’m gonna shower, baby. Don’t let Steve put on a crappy movie.”

Then, gentle as he could be, Eddie lightly took your chin in hand and kissed the corner of your mouth.

You freaked.

“Hey!” you shouted, slamming the phone back on the receiver. “Hey, what the fuck was that?!”

Eddie’s eyes were wide. “What was what?”

“You kissed me! What the hell, Eddie? Steve is ten feet away from us!”

“I know…” he started weakly. “What does that have to do—”

“You know?” you screeched. “You know? What the fuck does that mean? Oh, fuck this. Steve, come ‘ere!”

“Jesus, what’s with all the yelling, Y/N? Did you get into Eddie’s stash?” Steve groaned, rising from the VCR.

You pointed an accusatory finger at Eddie.

“He kissed me.”

“Okay,” Steve said slowly. “Was it a bad kiss or something?”

“I really don’t think that’s necessary to ask,” Eddie huffed.

“Steve!” you frowned, waving your hands. “Why are you not upset about this?”

“Well, because I figured you guys would’ve kissed a lot by now? You’re together after all.”

“What? Eddie and I aren’t together! That doesn’t even make sense. You’re his boyfriend.”

“Me?” Steve balked. “I—what?”

“Yeah-huh, you guys have been dating since Eddie gave you that ring.”

Steve’s mouth fell open. “We have not.”

“Have too!”

“You guys have been dating since Eddie came back from the Upside Down,” Steve said. “Remember, you had that heartfelt reunion, you cried in his arms, et cetera.”

“You two are so in love with each other it’s not funny,” you argued, stomping your foot. “You’re always flirting and cracking jokes and talking about how handsome you are.”

“Well, yeah, but I flirt with you too!” Steve cried.

That stopped you in your tracks.

“You… what?”

“Wow, okay,” Eddie interrupted, rubbing his face. “Okay, alright. Wow. Uh, so here’s the thing. I actually thought we’ve all been dating for about a month now, but, turns out I’m an even bigger dumbass than I thought.”

Steve looked like you’d just asked him to do calculus. You weren’t faring much better.

“Now, that can’t be right,” said Steve.

Eddie’s hands fluttered. “I gave you guys rings! And I said how I, y’know, really cared about you both.”

“Right, you said you cared about Y/N as more than a friend and that if I was okay with it, you wanted us to spend more time together and get to know each other… oh.”

Steve glanced at you, grimacing.

“Whoops,” you said.

“Big whoops,” he agreed.

Eddie sighed, twisting his rings round and round. “It’s cool. I guess I should’ve said something earlier, made it clear. I understand if you two don’t wanna do that. It was… hasty to assume that from you, especially both—”

“Eds, Eddie,” you cut him off. “Honey, I’m like, really in love with both of you. I was losing my mind with jealousy every time we hung out.”

He brightened. “Really?”

“Okay, you don’t have to sound so excited,” you giggled.

“Sorry,” Eddie said, having the decency to look chastened. “Sorry, sweetheart, I’m just—God, you don’t know how happy that makes me. That is—I mean, Steve?”

“I—” Steve looked shellshocked. “You like me? Both of you?”

“A little more like love, actually,” Eddie grinned.

“Yes, Steve, it would seem that in spite of you dressing like one of The Outsiders, we are both head over heels for you.”

“Well, I’m in love with you too, Y/N. Even after you’ve helped Pa bring in the harvest.”

“Oh, now you’re gonna get it, Harrington. Confessing your love won’t stop me and my overalls from waging war!”

You sprung forward, fully intending to tackle Steve. However, you sorely underestimated his jock phase and ended up landing on the ground instead, Steve hovering over you.

“Get her!” he ordered and then there were two pairs of hands tickling you.

“That’s not f-fair, it’s two against o-one!” you squealed between peals of laughter. “You were supposed to be my a-ally, Eds!”

Eddie relented after a moment, collapsing on the floor and pulling you to the side. He locked you in a deep kiss: a proper one. You slung an arm around his neck, playing with some of his curls. Kissing him was better than you could’ve imagined. Eddie surrounded you, holding your face.

Steve had taken mercy as well, fitted into your other side. And as soon as Eddie let go of you, he swooped in. Steve kissed differently from Eddie, preferring to hold onto your hip instead, thumb drawing circles. He gasped into your mouth, teeth just barely catching your lip. You made a soft noise as he pulled away, drunk on both of them.

Finally, Eddie surged up to meet Steve in a kiss. They were a little rougher with each other, wrestling around as they hummed into each other. But eventually, they settled with Eddie on his back next to you. You watched happily, curling up next to him. Steve let go after a couple seconds, rolling onto Eddie’s other side.

“You know, you wanna talk about healthcode violations, this carpet would not pass any sort of inspection if its life depended on it.”

You cackled as Steve whined, scrambling onto the couch.

“Oh, come on!” he huffed. “That’s disgusting, man.”

“Kidding!” Eddie laughed. “I’m kidding, promise. C’mon, come down. You still have to choose a movie.”

“Yeah, and it has to be a good one ‘cause this is our first movie as a throuple,” you added.

“Great, thanks. No pressure.”

“No, full pressure,” Eddie corrected. “But don’t worry, man. We forgive your taste in movies. The leather is doing it for me.”

“Plus, you have a cute butt,” you said.

“That too,” Eddie nodded solemnly. “The cutest.”

“It’s perky.”

“Firm.”

“A prize-winning rump.”

“Can it, dorks,” Steve shushed. “Movie’s starting.”

Frankie Valli’s voice suddenly filled the room. You and Eddie burst into uncontrollable giggles that only worsened when Steve jumped up and began to sing along.

“Grease is the word, is the word that you heard!” he sang, a little pitchy on the high notes but otherwise very decent. “It’s got groove, it’s got meaning!”

And this time, when Eddie got up to goof along, there were no pangs in your chest. You watched on, feeling nothing but love.

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thatmexisaurusrex · 1 year

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Here it is! The first chapter is based on the @sambuckylibrary's SamBucky Valentine's Day Bingo 2023's prompt "Candlelit Dinner". It'll also count for my 4K: "Secret Relationship" fill and my 4Y: "First Time" fill for the @winterfalconevents' WinterFalcon Bingo Round 2. Enjoy! 🥰

You'll Never Be My Maybe

Summary: Is Sam Wilson dating Bucky Barnes?

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Oh wow, Bucky was red now. Wait, was this a date? Nope. Just a. Candlelit Dinner of Friendship. With a vase that sort of looked like Sam that was filled with flowers. Yeah. It was that. Just a friend dinner. With Candles. And flowers. Definitely a friend dinner. Sam tried not to think of that intrusive question as he turned his gaze down to the food.

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#sbvdaybingo2023 #winterfalcon bingo round two #sambucky #sambucky fic #sam wilson #bucky barnes #friends to lovers #didn't know they were dating #a one-sided version of that 😂#tooth rotting fluff #crack treated seriously #best friends to lovers #secret relationship #where only sam doesn't know he's dating bucky 😂#my fic #You'll Never Be My Maybe

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starker-sorbet · 10 months

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Peter and Tony getting the Avengers together to tell them that they're dating only to be presented with the fact that everyone else already thought they'd been dating for over a year now. And that they'd assumed the get together was to announce an engagement. The reveal that they didn't know they'd been dating and hadn't just become engaged led to much groaning from the group at their obliviousness (aside from Natasha who already knew this). Although Clint's dismay may have been from the fact he thought he'd been sure to win the bet on when the pair got engaged and had finally got one over on Natasha. She'd put her bet on them getting engaged for around half a year away which everyone thought was way too far out at the time but now made perfect sense why she smirked when ever someone mentioned it being long odds. But Clint's disappointment at losing his bet was soon to be over when, after a quick chat with Peter, Tony announced that they were infact going to get engaged but it was going to be long engagement. They'd agreed that they had been in fact dating and that as both of them loves the other one it made sense for them to have a long engagement. Leading to much gloating from Clint, pouting by Natasha and general amusement form the others (especially Steve almost passing out from laughing too hard while Thor filmed the whole day's events for Loki to watch later)

@starkerfestivals 2023 summer bingo fill: G5 - Didn't know they were dating

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christinesficrecs · 1 year

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I’m looking for a fic where Derek buys Stiles stuff and Stiles keeps having sex with him and Derek thinks he’s trying to like pay for the stuff he’s buying him and he feels super guilty, but then Stiles is like I’m the worst boyfriend ever you always spend your money on me and Derek is like BOYFRIEND? Lol

Ohh. I think it's this one!

A Little Sugar by exclamation | 4.9K | Mature

The first time they had sex, it was after Derek paid Stiles’ rent. The second time was after Derek bought Stiles’ groceries. It wasn’t hard to work out the pattern. Derek hates himself for taking advantage of Stiles and tries to convince him that any form of payment is unnecessary, but he can’t seem to break the cycle.

#asks #sterek fics #ficrecs #lost and found #didn't know they were dating #idiots in love

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starkerscoop · 1 year

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Vacant Mind (Ch. 11)

Ch. 10

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“...and then we kissed!” Peter gushed, nearly bouncing off his couch—the very same one he’d kissed Tony on the prior night. “It was the most perfect thing ever. I can die happy now.”

Ned shook his head in disbelief. “I can’t believe you got to kiss Tony Stark. What even is your life?”

“It’s not that big of a deal, Ned.” MJ cut in. “He’s a regular person.”

At Peter and Ned’s disgruntled faces, she begrudgingly admitted, “I’m happy for you, Peter. I was starting to think you were going to go in circles for the rest of your life.”

“It would’ve happened eventually,” Peter protested.

Ned and MJ looked dubious. Peter rolled his eyes and tried to think of a way to redirect the conversation. He was beaten to the punch before he could come up with anything good.

“Was he a better kisser than Danny?” Ned asked curiously.

Peter’s mind screeched to a halt. “Danny?”

“You know,” Ned continued, confused. “The guy who kissed you a couple weeks ago? When Gwen was in town and got you to go clubbing.”

Peter shook his head. “I never went clubbing with Gwen. Isn’t she still in Germany?”

“Peter,” MJ said slowly. “You went clubbing with Gwen and almost went home with a guy. You told us about it in painful detail. How do you not remember?”

Fear gripped Peter’s heart. He’d only gone clubbing a couple of times and never of his own volition. If what MJ was saying was true, that wasn’t an occurrence he’d forget easily. Could his memory loss be impacting him deeper than he thought?

“I remember now.” Peter laughed faintly, concealing his distress to the best of his ability. “Tony’s the better kisser, duh.”

His friends didn’t seem convinced of the former statement, but they let his suspicious behavior slide.

“Of course he is.” Ned nodded, not seeming surprised. “He’s got loads of experience.”

Peter winced, caught between unwarranted jealousy and desire. “Trust me, I know.”

The trio only had time to chat for another ten minutes before they had to hang up and return to their respective lives. Once the call was over, Peter scrolled to another contact, his thumb hovering over it hesitantly.

He didn’t want to worry anyone, but he and Tony had promised to communicate better. Peter didn’t want to dishonor that one day into their relationship.

Peter bit at his lower lip anxiously and pressed the dial button. His phone call was answered on the third ring, despite the hustle and bustle Peter could hear from Tony’s end. He must be at the office.

“Hey, pudding cup,” Tony said cheerfully. “How’s your morning?”

Peter couldn’t help the smile that bloomed on his face. “It’s good. Are you at work? Isn’t it a Saturday?”

“It is.” Tony sighed. “I had to come in for a meeting. They said it was urgent, but from what I’ve seen this could’ve been an email instead. I’d rather be with you.”

A red tint spread across the expanse of Peter’s cheeks. “I could go to the tower? I’ll grab coffee and sandwiches along the way.”

Tony groaned in delight. “You’re the best, babycakes. This meeting should be over by the time you get here, and if not, I’ll end it myself. I should head back in before they complain. I’ll see you soon.”

“See you,” Peter promised.

He could hardly contain his excitement as he got ready and made his way to his favorite bodega in New York. His happiness was palpable and easily noticed by Delmar.

“Is something wrong with you?” Delmar eyed him in concern, taking note of Peter’s unnaturally wide smile. It almost looked deranged.

Peter’s eyebrows furrowed. “No? I’m just happy.”

“So that’s what it is.” Delmar hummed. “I haven’t seen you like that in a while. It’s refreshing, but scary. Keep it that way.”

Peter wasn’t sure how to take that, so he thanked Delmar and made his way to Murph as he waited for his sandwiches. Cats were so much simpler to understand. He knelt down to where Murph was grooming himself.

“Hi, Murph,” he crooned. “You look so handsome today.”

Murph peered up at him. He stalked closer to Peter and rubbed himself along Peter’s side, purring. Peter laughed brightly and scratched behind the cat’s velvety ears. Murph indulged him for another minute before he returned to his perch and resumed grooming himself.

Peter stood up from his crouch and approached Delmar, who was waving a bag of sandwiches at him. Peter took the bag and thanked him profusely, leaving a tip in his jar and skipping out of the bodega.

He got coffee closer to the tower. There was a Starbucks a block away, and blessedly, there were only two people in front of him when he got in line. He ordered Tony an Americano and himself a caramel frappuccino, already knowing he’d get teased for it. His drinks were given to him with a charming “Peetr” scrawled across the cups.

He immediately snapped a picture and sent it to Tony. A response came before he could put his phone away.

Tony: You need to legally change your name to Peetr now.

Tony: Never mind, FRIDAY’s got it.

Peter: You’re joking right?

Peter: Tony?????

No response. Peter huffed and stowed his phone in his pocket. He placed the drinks in a carrier and left the Starbucks, coffee held firmly in one hand and sandwiches swinging from the other. The walk to the tower was quick, and soon he was waiting for Tony’s private elevator to take him to the penthouse.

“FRI, can we go just a teeny bit faster?” Peter pleaded, aiming his puppy eyes at one of her sensors.

FRIDAY cautioned, “It’s against safety guidelines.”

Nevertheless, Peter felt the elevator speed up and was brought to the penthouse level faster than he could finish thanking FRIDAY.

“Boss is waiting for you in the living room,” FRIDAY announced.

The notice wasn’t necessary, but Peter thanked her anyway. The elevator was stationed at the back of Tony’s rather spacious living room. Due to the nature of the design, Peter was able to spot Tony the moment the elevator doors opened.

They strode towards each other eagerly. Tony took the coffee and the bag of sandwiches, setting them down on a side table before pulling Peter into himself and greeting him with a kiss.

Peter pulled away after a moment with an inflamed face.

“Hi,” he said breathily.

“Hi,” Tony mimicked.

They grinned at each other and let go, although Tony didn’t let him stray too far. They settled on Tony’s plush couch, their weight pulling them deeper in. Tony took his first sip of coffee and the stress of his earlier meeting melted from his shoulders.

“It’s so good,” Tony praised. “I needed this. You’re an angel.”

Peter waved off the compliment. “I didn’t make it.”

“But you knew what to order.” Tony reminded him. “Though it seems your decision making skills took a hit when you ordered that cup of syrup.”

Peter clutched his frappuccino to his chest. “It tastes good! You need to at least try it before you hate on it.”

“No, all I need is common sense.”

Peter shoved his shoulder and took his own first sips from his drink. When he pulled away, his cheeks were smudged in whipped cream that must’ve gotten on the lid when the barista made his drink. Before he could wipe it away, Tony leaned towards him and pressed his lips to his skin, drawing the whipped cream into his mouth.

He moved back into his original position with dark eyes. “You were right.”

“That doesn’t count,” Peter argued weakly. “Um, we should eat our sandwiches now. Wouldn’t want them to get cold.”

Tony snickered and passed him his sandwich.

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Flufftober day 23 - POV Outsider

Finally, my last submission for @flufftober ! Only a month late! I had a lot of fun with this, I've really missed writing Scorbus. Thank you to @crazybutgood for the amazing beta and sensitivity reading. This got a bit longer, a little over 1k, so I put it under a cut. Featuring "didn't know they were dating" Scorbus and exasperated Lily Luna and James Sirius.

“So, what do you think?” Albus looks uncharacteristically radiant; Even if he’s got his hands deep into his pockets in his usual introverted way, there’s a light flush on the tops of his cheeks. Lily gives him a warm smile.

“It’s really nice, Al. It’s just how I’d imagine your and Scorpius’ flat to be.”

Albus’ shoulders sag a fraction, and the way he sinks deeper into his worn chintz armchair makes James realise he was really nervous about their opinion. He can’t really say anything more, he’s not that into home decoration, but he adds, “I bet Scorpius was in charge of organising,” just to have something to say.

“Yeah,” Albus sighs wistfully, his eyes going soft. “We’d probably never be finished if he hadn’t.”

“Oh, Teddy sends his love, by the way. He’s really sorry he couldn’t make it,” James says, and Albus gives a tiny nod of acknowledgement.

“Well, at least that makes me feel less like a fifth wheel since I’m the only one who’s not a part of a couple,” Lily says with a laugh, and James pokes her in the ribs out of habit.

“What do you mean?” Albus says, making both James and Lily pause in their tickle fight to stare at him. At least Lily looks as shocked as James feels.

“I mean…” Lily starts tentatively after a few seconds. “James and Teddy. And you and Scorp.”

“What?” Albus snorts. “Scorpius and I aren’t together.”

He chuckles to himself, as if the mere idea of the two of them being a couple would be ridiculous. Lily turns to James, her eyes wide.

“But… you’re living together,” James says stupidly. It’s frankly the only thing he can think of because he feels as if someone just told him that the sky is green.

“Yeah. Because we’re flatmates.” Albus gives him that look, the one like he can’t believe James could be this thick and still have enough brain power to breathe.

“You have one bedroom,” Lily tries, but Albus just rolls his eyes at her.

“So we can have the spare room as a potions lab!”

“This one bedroom only has one bed!” James says, thinking that this must finally shut his brother up and make him see reason.

“We always end up in the same bed, anyway. Might as well save the money and the space.”

James turns to Lily, who looks just as desperately confused as he feels. Albus and Scorpius have been together since the dawn of time, they’re one of the few things James knows he can always count on: the sun sets in the west; we’re all going to die some day; Albus and Scorpius love each other, always have and always will. He hasn’t been wrong all this time, has he?

Neither he nor Lily have any time to think of any new arguments before Scorpius enters the room, carrying a tray with tea and scones.

“Sorry it took me so long,” he says and sets the tray down on the table. “What are you guys talking about?” He plops down across Albus’ lap, slings one arm around Albus’ neck and tucks his other hand inside Albus’ flannel shirt.

“Lily and James think we’re together.”

Scorpius jerks up with an incredulous laugh. “What?! That’s ridiculous!” He keeps giggling while he snuggles in closer to Albus, burying his face in the crook of his neck.

“You are literally cuddling right now!” James starts to feel as if he’s reached the end of his wit. What the fuck is going on? “There is a perfectly nice looking, empty, armchair right beside you, and Scorpius decided to sit on your lap to cuddle!”

“Yeah, but we always do!” Albus says as if James really is unbelievably daft. “We always have!”

“Honestly, these two,” Albus says to Scorpius, while Scorpius giggles in response and melts impossible closer to him.

James turns to Lily again, but she keeps looking at her brother and his supposedly-not-boyfriend, a dangerous glint in her eyes. James knows that glint, over the years he’s learned to fear it, and he’s extremely happy it’s not aimed at him right now.

“Well, boys,” she says in a dangerously sweet voice that makes both Albus and Scorpius stop whatever the hell it is they’re doing and turn their attention to her.

Albus clears his throat awkwardly. “Um, what?”

“Well, if the two of you really aren’t together, I have a friend who’s really interested in Scorpius, and has been for some time now. But, since I’ve always assumed the two of you are together, my answer has always been that he’s taken. But if that’s not the case…”

Albus and Scorpius both freeze; Scorpius' hand is still on Albus’ chest, but it’s perfectly still.

“I’m… I’m not really into girls,” Scorpius mumbles weakly, and James realises this was exactly what Lily was anticipating. She leans forward, a wolfish grin on her face.

“I never said it was a girl.”

Before either Albus or Scorpius manage to activate their one shared brain cell to answer her, James decides to help out. “Yeah, we could find you a date as well, Albus! Teddy has loads of friends. We could make it a triple date!”

“Hey! Don’t leave me out of this, it was my idea to begin with!” Lily swats his arm. “I want to be there when these two idiots realise they don’t want to be with anyone other than each other.”

Albus and Scorpius remain frozen, cuddled together in their armchair, mouths agape and eyes wide. James can practically see their minds working overdrive.

Scorpius is the one to speak first. “But… we’ve shared a bed forever. We’ve never… I’ve never wanted to—”

“Me, neither,” Albus says, his eyes staring blankly before him.

“We haven’t even kissed. I mean, we kiss each other good night, but—”

“That’s been enough. For me, at least.”

“Yeah, me too. But… the thought of someone else being this close to you…” Scorpius trails off, shaking himself as if to try and wake up from a bad dream.

“You know, it could be that the two of you are just really close friends, and that we’ve all misinterpreted your relationship all this time,” Lily starts tentatively, making Albus and Scorpius snap out of their collective trance. “But maybe you should do some research on asexuality, because I have a feeling that could be something that fits you.”

Albus and Scorpius don't answer; they both still look a little shell-shocked.

“Come on, James. I think we need to leave them to process this on their own.”

“Um, thanks for the tour, Al. Scorpius. I’ll, uh… See you!” James says awkwardly, hurrying after his sister and leaving his brother and his maybe-not-now-but-probably-soon boyfriend in their armchair, their hands tightly clasped together and their cheeks flushed.

#flufftober2022 #day 23 #harry potter #scorbus #albus severus potter x scorpius malfoy #fluff #didn't know they were dating #roommates #oblivious #lily luna potter #james sirius potter #andithielwrites

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gingerel · 1 year

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It doesn't seem to make any sense. Except it does. Ignis is just so nice. Of course he cooks for Prompto, listens to him talk and holds his hand. That's just how Ignis is. "You came all this way just for me?” Prompto asks. “Of course,” Ignis says. “You deserve being cared for now and again, you know.” Prompto wants to lean over and kiss him but holds himself back, that’s not exactly a friendly thing to do. It would ruin everything they have. “S’not your job,” Prompto murmurs. “No,” Ignis says, looking back now. His eyes are so green, sometimes Prompto manages to forget. “It’s my pleasure.”

Alternatively: Prompto agrees to go on a date with Ignis — he simply misses it happening.

Ultraviolet on AO3

#promnis #ignis x prompto #ffxv fanfic #ffxv #my writing #eliot fic #didn't know they were dating #idiots in love

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bioplast-hero · 4 months

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Cracks let the light in

20k • explicit • tdbkdk

He... doesn’t want to have sex. He’s never wanted it— well, maybe not never, but in the ballpark of never and that’s good enough for Shouto to decide the matter is settled. Besides, what’s the use in wanting what he knows he can’t have? Pain, Shouto can deal with. And when it’s over, his life will be right where he left it: full, and good, and unchanged.

Shouto gets hit with a sex quirk and proceeds to pretend it never happened. Izuku and Katsuki won’t let him suffer alone.

[Read the fic on AO3]

#tdbkdk #bnha fic #my fic #fic promo #TodoBakuDeku #Todoroki Shouto #Midoriya Izuku #deku #Bakugou Katsuki #kacchan #established bkdk #ot3 fic #hurt/comfort #shouto whump #demisexual shouto #roommates to lovers #didn't know they were dating

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psychiccatpanda · 6 months

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Just putting the finishing touches on my Marvel at Rare Pairs Big Bang fic with gorgeous art from @xenomorphic-warrior! (I still can't get over how cute they look! THANK YOU!)

#marvel rare pair big bang #bucky barnes/pepper potts #chillypepper #bucky x pepper #bucky barnes #pepper potts #getting together #didn't know they were dating #book club #puns

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jehans · 1 year

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shakespeare would be proud. maybe. i didn't actually know him personally. | dick grayson/jason todd explicit. idiots to lovers. fake dating. and they were roommates. hardcore pining. minor damian/jon and tim/conner. ongoing. part of JayDick Week 2022

One day, Dick walks into the apartment he and Jason share and casually asks, “Hey, you wanna fake date me?” It all goes downhill from there.

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#jaydick #dickjay #fake dating #jason todd #dick grayson #utter absolute fucking morons #didn't know they were dating #fanfic #fics that are mine #comedy with a side of feels #batfam #incomplete #but not for long dw #jaydick week #shakespeare would be proud maybe

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thatmexisaurusrex · 1 year

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WinterFalcon Bingo Round Two 2022-2023 Masterpost

Here is my masterpost for my fills for the WinterFalcon Bingo Round 2 2022-2023 hosted by @winterfalconevents. I have no clue how I did so many yet didn't make a bingo 😂 My fills are:

Midnight Lover (E, 3.7K, Vampire AU) - Sam Wilson has a lover. Someone he only sees at night. Sam knows can't possibly last. But Sam keeps seeing Bucky Barnes, nonetheless.

Before You Go (M, 1.6K, There Was Only One Bed) - On a dark and stormy night while Sam's house sitting Sarah's place in Delacroix, he hears a knock at the door...

my mind has changed my body’s frame (but, god, I like it) (E, 9.1K, Free Space) - Sam Wilson finds his soulmate in a hole-in-the-wall bar. Things escalate from there.

Impractical Magic (M, 10.7K, Spell Gone Wrong) - Sam's family is beloved by their town, charmed with all sorts of gifts. However, like everyone in his family, all of Sam's lovers are cursed with bad luck.

A Feast of a Man (M, 4.2K, Deal with the Devil) - Sam Wilson is an incubus. He's also asexual. It's... a little complicated, but not as complicated as you'd think. It gets a little more complicated when he meets Sarah's new neighbor, Bucky Barnes.

come along now (run away) (M, 10.7K, Growth) - When Sam Wilson was twelve years old, Sam met Bucky while Bucky was looking for a friend in the woods. Ever since then, he's been meeting the mysterious boy every Halloween night.

Five Times Bucky Got Dirty... ...And the One Time Bucky Got Sam Dirty (M, E, 6K, Don't You Dare, Didn't Know They Were Dating) - Five times Bucky gets dirty around Sam. The one time Bucky got Sam dirty.

Playing with Fire (M, 17.5K, Post-Blip, Gay Chicken, Fake Marriage) - A year after events of The Falcon Captain America and the Winter Soldier, Sam and Bucky go on an undercover mission and end up playing gay chicken while pretending to be a married couple.

For the Holidays (M, 25.6K, Blind Date, Wrong Number, Bad Pickup Lines) - After Sam is dumped by his girlfriend, Bucky suggests he pretends to be Sam's boyfriend while Sam's visiting his family for the holidays.

You'll Never Be My Maybe + You're My Always (M, E, 19.4K, Secret Relationship, First Time) - Is Sam Wilson dating Bucky Barnes?

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good-vibes-mostly · 2 years

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Blue fish, green bird

10.1 k words

Dream is single.

He is not dating anyone at the moment.

George, his boyfriend, would like to disagree

((she's finally done! This was such a fun fic to right, and such a weird silly idea too, but I've always loved the 'didn't know they were dating', trope))

#dnf #dnf fanfic #dreamnotfound #dreamwastaken #georgenotfound #dream #didn't know they were dating #bridge writes #bfgb

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darthbloodorange · 2 years

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If you asked the rest of the team, he and Steve had been dating for years... but this was their first 'official' date.

He expected it would take a lot of arguing on his part to convince Steve to come back to his room. But Steve is just as hungry as he is. It feels like an age for them to finish their meal at the restaurant and rush home.

For the: ✦ @stevetonygames - Fuck|Marry|Kill; prompt “First Date” [B4] (Team: Fuck 🍆)

Word count: N/a - Moodboard Title: Eager Rating: Mature Universe: Marvel 616 Pairings: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark Warnings: Implied Sexual Content, Nudity Major Tags: First Dates, Roses, Candles, Didn't Know They Were Dating (but it's alright - they're together now) ~ Summery: If you asked the rest of the team, he and Steve had been dating for years... but this was their first 'official' date.

#SteveTonyGames #Lemon #Stony #Steve Rogers #Captain America #Iron Man #Tony Stark #Marvel #Marvel 616 #Nudity.#First Dates #Didn't Know They Were Dating #DarthBloodOrange #DBO Moodboards #Moodboards

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theanarik · 2 years

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I have a date tomorrowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww. I already know what I’m gonna wear: a low cleavage blouse, black jeans, black boots and a soft-purple sweater on top. The outfit in my head looks awesome, I just hope my body does look great wearing it HAHAHAHAHA!

The person I’m dating and I have been communicating the things we want, we don’t want, we like and we don’t like. And let me tell you, it’s been a rollercoaster HAHAHA! but we’re getting there, I think. It’s been a while since I’ve liked someone so much, and I really like spending time with her.

Now, the whole thing with C right now is that she doesn’t want a relationship, which is fine by me honestly. I’ve never had a serious and long relationship, and it’s scary for me you know? And she got out of a bad relationship not-so recently, which caused a lot of destability in her life, and they’re slowly getting back on their feet, which I admire her for it.

What I can tell you right now is that neither of us is dating anyone else right now, and she’s slowly warming up to pet names and physical contact, which is something that I love to do with people. You know how my favorite fanfic trope is “didn’t know they were dating”? Welp, in this case it’s “didn’t know they were in a committed relationship”, the only exception here is that I do know we’re in a relationship. How do I tell her that? HAHAHAHAHA

Last Sunday I told her that we were better off as friends, which is a lie honestly. Since we’re going on a date tomorrow (and she’s worried about what she should wear which I find adorable!!), I’m going to give her a card I made asking her to date again. Here’s proof!

So yeah. I’ll tell you what happens tomorrow :#

Peace out!

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starkerscoop · 1 year

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Vacant Mind (Ch. 12)

Ch. 11

also on ao3

Dr. Roberts was able to fit Peter into her schedule on the coming Monday. This time, Peter made it known that he didn’t mind Tony coming with him. Tony was more than happy to join him in the Med-Bay, especially when it gave him an excuse to miss his five o’clock meeting.

“Are you nervous?” Tony asked, draping a heavy arm over his shoulders as they waited for Peter’s appointment.

Peter shook his head. “Not really. I just want to know what’s going on.”

“Whatever it is, you’ll be okay,” Tony soothed. His voice left no room for argument.

Peter offered him a weak smile. Tony frowned, opening his mouth as if to say something, but was cut off by Dr. Roberts’ entrance to the waiting room. They stood up to greet her, taking turns shaking her hand. She ushered them down the hall and into her exam room.

“You mentioned having some memory loss?” she asked once they were all seated.

Peter nodded hesitantly. “Tony and I got together the night I had that fever and concussion. I had no clue until he told me.”

“That’s not necessarily abnormal,” Dr. Roberts assured him. “You were still recovering. It’s expected for your memory to be a little fuzzy after a hit to the head like that.”

“Yeah, but…” Peter trailed off.

He didn’t want to mention Danny. He’d thought hard after his conversation with Ned and MJ, yet nothing and no one came to mind. He didn’t remember going clubbing with Gwen, nor being tempted to go home with someone named Danny. If Ned and MJ were to be believed—and they had no reason to lie to him—his memory may be worse than he thought, because the night he went clubbing would have been two or three weeks ago, which preceded his injury.

That scared him.

He wanted to bring it up to Dr. Roberts, but not without talking to Tony first. He’d promised Tony better communication; he refused to let him find out alongside his doctor. Peter loathed the idea of Tony feeling like his concerns didn’t matter. He would do him the courtesy of disclosing serious health problems.

Peter was totally crushing it at this whole relationship thing.

“Is there something else?” Dr. Roberts prodded when he remained silent.

Peter could feel Tony burning anxious holes into the side of his cheek.

“Not really,” Peter finally said.

Dr. Roberts eyed him skeptically. She always knew when he was trying to bullshit her, but she was too professional to call him out on it. “Do you feel as if you’re struggling to form new memories?”

Peter tilted his head in consideration. He’d never thought about it the other way around. How could one tell whether they were unable to create new memories?

“I don’t think so.”

“Okay.” The doctor nodded to herself, jotting something down on her clipboard. “So, you’re experiencing some retrograde amnesia. Any headaches? Dizziness? Something else you wanted to mention?”

Peter immediately shook his head. “It was just that, really. I wanted to make sure it wasn’t serious.”

“Well, let me know if your struggle with memory persists. If you’re struggling to recall memories that were made before your injury, or feel like you can’t form new memories, give me a call. There are cognitive and diagnostic tests that we can run if we need to,” Dr. Roberts concluded.

“Thank you, Dr. Roberts.” Peter leaned forward to gratefully shake her hand.

She smiled. “Don’t hesitate to call.”

“I’ll drag him in myself if I have to,” Tony joked. “We all know how stubborn he is.”

Peter figured there was some truth to it. He elbowed Tony in the side with a sheepish grin. After bidding goodbye to Dr. Roberts, the pair exited the Med-Bay. They strolled down the hall to the elevator, in front of which they came to a halt.

“It’s time for dinner, don’t you think?” Tony glanced at him, trying to appear casual.

Peter didn’t bother hiding his amusement. “Yeah, I’ll probably have some pizza rolls.”

“I don’t have those in my freezer,” Tony hedged.

Peter took hold of his hand. “Are you trying to invite me to dinner?”

“Depends. Is it working?” Tony peered at him closely.

Peter hummed, pretending to think. “Kind of.”

“How about I take you out?” Tony offered.

Peter softened, dropping all pretense. “You don’t have to. I like homemade meals.”

“We haven’t gone out to dinner as a couple yet.” Tony reminded him. “Come on, hot stuff. Let me treat you.”

Peter was nodding before he could even process the offer. “Where are we going?”

Tony beamed and pulled him into the elevator, rattling off the best restaurants he could think of throughout the ride down to the lobby. They settled on an Italian restaurant within walking distance. As they strode through the streets, Tony chattered enthusiastically about a new update he’d thought of for the Iron Man suit. Peter was admittedly only half-listening, distracted by the energetic way Tony moved his hands, and the widening of his expressive eyes whenever another idea came to mind.

Tony was radiant. Any thoughts of telling him about Danny faded to the back of his mind. How could he ever spoil Tony’s happiness? Peter would rather get another concussion than be the reason Tony lost his exuberant smile, even for a second.

The matter could wait until tonight, when Tony wasn’t so cheerful, years of stress and tension lifted from his shoulders for a brief moment that Peter ached to stretch out.

They reached the restaurant in just under twenty minutes. Peter was apprehensive about going in without a reservation, but Tony assured him that they would make space if they had to. No restaurant would reject Tony Stark. Peter found his cockiness entertaining enough to trust it.

Of course, Tony was right. The restaurant’s hostess was delighted to see Tony and led them to a relatively private booth without them requesting it. She contained her excitement well enough, which Peter mentally commended her for, knowing his own reaction to meeting Tony for the first time was nowhere near her level of calm.

“A server will be right with you,” she promised before returning to her stand.

Peter watched her leave and turned to Tony, who’d sat down across from him. “She seems nice.”

“She kept her cool better than most,” Tony acknowledged.

Peter flushed, although Tony hadn’t said that as a dig at him. Tony didn’t notice, already having opened his menu to leaf through it. Peter picked up his own menu to do the same. Most of the dishes appealed to him, and the mouthwatering pictures that accompanied the descriptions were of no help when it came to choosing one.

A server approached them with a notepad in hand. “Good evening! My name is Daniel and I’ll be your server for the night. Can I get you started with some drinks?”

“I’ll try the primitivo.” Tony decided.

Daniel turned to Peter then, an expectant look in his eyes. Peter thought he noticed a tiny smirk on his face, but it was gone so fast he was left to wonder if it was ever there to begin with. “And for you, sir?”

The way he referred to him felt like a tease to Peter, although it didn’t feel mocking. It was similar to how his friends and family spoke to him—with familiarity.

“Just water is fine. Thank you.”

Daniel seemed taken aback when Peter didn’t return the sentiment. He nodded curtly and left with a quiet declaration of: “I’m on it.”

Tony was already gazing at Peter when he met his eyes. “Do you two know each other?”

“No,” Peter denied, “but that was weird.”

Tony hummed in agreement and returned to skimming the menu. Peter did the same, although he didn’t process any of what he read. He was too distracted by thoughts of their server. Why did he seem to know Peter?

He didn’t register their drinks being gently set on the table. He was jolted out of his muddled state when he heard Daniel ask if they were ready to order.

“I’m going to go with the Bistecca alla Fiorentina.” Tony snapped his menu shut.

Peter glanced at his menu one last time. He couldn’t make up his mind, and he trusted Tony’s taste in food. “I’ll have the same.”

Daniel clapped his hands together once. “Excellent choice! I’ll let the kitchen know.”

Peter thanked him again before averting his eyes. He didn’t want to weird out the poor guy. Although Daniel seemed to know him, Peter couldn’t recall anything about him. There was no déjà vu, no spidey tingle, no distant memory itching at his brain.

He shoved the issue out of the forefront of his mind. He needed to focus on his dinner with Tony. Their lives were unpredictable to an elevated degree, and he never knew if Tony would be called away for a business trip or some world-saving. Peter needed to cherish every moment with him that he could.

Their dinner was brought out surprisingly fast considering the amount of patrons in the restaurant. Peter dug into his steak at once, disregarding the scalding heat, his metabolism always hungry and never satisfied. He groaned at the succulent flavors that burst on his tongue, greedily cutting himself more steak while still chewing on his first bite.

“It’s good, right?” Tony asked, watching him with a knowing grin.

Peter gave him an overly eager thumbs up, his mouth preoccupied.

They made quick work of their food. Peter could feel Daniel glancing at them every once in a while, but he didn’t look back. He focused on his steak until it was gone, leaving his plate depressingly bare. He was tempted to ask for a bite of Tony’s food but managed to refrain from doing so.

“Do you want to order anything else?” Tony asked, carefully wiping at his mouth.

Peter shook his head. He was ready to escape Daniel’s increasingly annoyed stares.

“Not even dessert?” Tony raised his eyebrows.

That did sound appealing. “Maybe we can get some ice cream on the way back?”

“Sure, honey cake.” Tony called over Daniel. “Let me just get the check first.”

Peter fiddled with his hands as they waited for Daniel. “How about I pay for it? I feel bad.”

“Like hell.” Tony laughed, waving him off. He softened when he noticed the discomfort on Peter’s face. “I took you out, so I’ll pay. How about this: when you take me out, I’ll consider letting you pay.”

Peter facepalmed, unable to help the smile that slipped out. This was as good of an offer as he was going to get with Tony. “Deal.”

Daniel approached their table with the check, which he set down at the center. Tony was ready, setting his card atop the bill and swiftly signing off where needed. Daniel left slowly, as if he was reluctant for them to leave, but returned with Tony’s card soon enough.

“Have a good night.” Daniel smiled tightly.

Tony and Peter wished him the same and stepped out of the restaurant hand in hand. They’d barely made it two steps before Daniel was bursting through the doors, following after them.

“So you’re really not going to say anything?” Daniel accused, his angry glare pinning Peter to his place on the sidewalk.

Peter reeled back. “What are you talking about?”

“Come on.” Daniel rolled his eyes. “I know you weren’t drunk enough to forget.”

Peter blinked at him, confused.

Daniel fumed. “Get in front of your boyfriend and suddenly you’re all shy. You weren’t so shy when you were trying to get in my pants.”

Peter’s mouth fell open. This had to be…

“Danny?” The hostess from earlier stepped out, beckoning at the server. “You’re needed at table two.”

Daniel gave Peter one last glare and stormed back into the restaurant, the hostess wandering in after him.

“You said you didn’t know him,” Tony recalled quietly.

“I don’t,” Peter said, earnest eyes begging Tony to believe him, “but I think I did.”

Tony cocked his head to the side. “What do you mean?”

“Ned and MJ were talking about how I went clubbing with Gwen a few weeks ago, and met a guy named Danny.” Peter paused, swallowing thickly. “Tony, I don’t remember anything from that night. I didn’t even know Gwen was back in town. And if Daniel is right, and I wasn’t drunk enough to forget anything…”

A grim frown wrinkled Tony’s forehead. “We’re going back to Dr. Roberts.”

Peter didn’t argue.

#starker #ironspider #didn't know they were dating #vacant mind fic #starkerscoopwrites

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