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stardustincarnate · 3 years ago

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SOMETHING ABOUT YOU // Asra x Reader

word count : 1568

genre : fluff

summary : neither of them had believed in such a thing called love at first sight, but perhaps their perception happened to have changed during that one unforgettable night.

a / n : happy new year everyone! i haven't written something in a while so this may be a bit rusty—but i'm glad i got to welcome 2022 by writing about the loml 😙✌️ i hope you enjoy! ♡

The night of the masquerade. Vesuvia's most awaited event every year, it finally came. Ubiquitous were revellers, patently enjoying taking a sip of their expensive red wine and indulging into its pleasant intoxication, chattering-either serving very, very hot tea or talking about the most arbitrary things-with a bunch of fellows, or merely being curious about the booths the creative folks were to offer at the time of the year.

Curious, just like a certain person who was supposed to look after their Aunt's shop-but what were they doing instead? Their feet wandered off from one booth to another, eyes full of wonder darting at a speed which one could not even begin to comprehend, it seemed. With their lips curved in utter awe, one would think that it was their birthday at the time-or something even better.

But what could they do? The masquerade was [Y/N]'s favorite event-yes, more than their own birthday! There was just something magical about the masquerade. Familiar faces, unfamiliar ones, the young or the old-everyone's having fun! And of course their infectious joy didn't spare [Y/N], so it was certainly an event to look forward to.

'Where to, where to...' [Y/N] thought, stopping their tracks. Just then, the sound of the trumpet was heard, followed by the rambling, rowdy crowd parting to make way for the sleek, regal carriage which carried the Count and Countess of Vesuvia.

Waving at the now roaring throng while clad in sanguine silk, Count Lucio stood out like a pompous pimple-at least to [Y/N]'s eyes. They never liked the obnoxious Count. The only thing they liked about him were the parties he threw, which included the masquerade.

Feeling like they could get a headache from staring at the Count alone, [Y/N] averted their eyes to the ever-so charming Countess, Nadia Satrinava. Even the way she tilted her head and moved her delicate fingers-it was all regal, and it was so natural for her to do. No wonder. She was born to be a countess. Smiling warmly at the cheering crowd, her eyes met [Y/N]'s. They did not waste the opportunity to wave at her with a beam, and the kind Countess waved back, just as the carriage passed [Y/N]'s area, revealing the group of revellers on the other side.

Moving his curly, unkempt bangs out of his sight, Asra's eyes randomly landed on a particular person in the throng at the other side. They were still looking at the moving carriage with amusement, looking candid, with the wind slowly blowing their hair back.

Only a few seconds after were his amethyst irides met by the person he was just looking at. The noises from the crowd seemed to have evaporated. The masquerade, the rowdy revellers-it all seemed like some distant dream as him and the beautiful stranger exchanged a long, meaningful stare that without a doubt stirred feelings within him.

Asra clutched his clothes, his heart thunderously beating against his chest. They looked so beautiful, he thought. They looked just like a long, distant, forgotten dream which just, by then, after a very long time, resurfaced back into his memory. Déjà vu, was it? And yet Asra was sure that him and the stranger had never met before. Perhaps, perchance-in another life-but he didn't delve in that thought-or at least he didn't have the time to do so, as he had already lost the pretty stranger amidst the now moving crowd.

Perhaps he could see them again. Vesuvia wasn't that huge, after all. Unless they were only visiting and came from another place? That would be... unfortunate.

What was that feeling that left him robbed of words? The eye contact-its impact was immense for him. Did the pretty stranger felt the same thing he did? He marveled about.

Just then, Asra remembered that he did have a job to do in the first place. Now that the crowd was back to being busy, he rushed back to his stall, which was in front of a seemingly mystical shop. No one had tried to rob his crafts, that was good.

That day was one of the rare days in which his small business bloomed. Asra was quite the crafty one, and as an orphan, he made use of that talent to feed himself and his one and only introverted best friend, Muriel. He had pleaded the latter to join him this time-but as usual, the answer was a grumpy no.

"Wow, these look so amazing! Did you make them all?"

Snapped out of his daydreams, Asra looked up, a familiar face greeting him.

It was the beautiful stranger whose name he never got.

Was it trouvaille? His mind said so. He began to once again get so lost in those splendid eyes that he had forgotten to answer their question.

[Y/N] blushed. They didn't think that Asra had noticed that he was actually smiling at them, a dreamy look on his face as he stared up at them. His eyes were pulchritudinous, they thought. And they could've drowned in their unceasing beauty.

"Erm-I-"

The door from the shop behind Asra's stall opened. And, oh, just their luck, [Y/N]'s aunt easily found them. Hands on her hips, she said, "Where have you been?"

"Ehehe.. I got.. a tad distracted! But I'm here now-I brought all that you've asked me to."

[Y/N] looked at Asra apologetically before tiptoeing towards their aunt, handing them a bag full of the necessities she asked of them. As soon as their aunt had gone back inside, [Y/N] went back to the curious stall of the curious stranger from earlier.

"Sorry!"

"It's okay. Don't worry."

Asra wanted to say more-he had a lot to say, in fact-but he wasn't sure where to begin. All he could hear amidst the unyielding noise was the sound of adrenaline rushing within him. He quickly collected himself. Perhaps he could start by asking their name.

"What's your name?"

They both asked in unison.

They laughed, and for minutes went on insisting the other to go first. In the end, Asra won the battle.

"My name's [Y/N]. Now you go and tell me yours."

"I'm Asra. It's a pleasure to meet you, [Y/N]!"

He smiled brightly, his smile akin to the morning sunshine, and offered his hand, and the feeling was soft against [Y/N]'s own hand. They tried valiantly to hide their intensifying blush.

"Asra... What a delightful name, for a delightful person."

They smiled, though a bit restrained as to not show their immense excitement in finally talking to the person they had been thinking of ever since they had exchanged eye contacts.

"I was wondering if you made them all, the masks? They are extraordinary!"

Warm colors began to bloom on Asra's cheeks. It was his turn to hide his blush now.

"I'm glad you like them! And yes-I make and sell them. It's what I do for a living."

"You are so talented! No kidding-these are amazing! How much do you sell them? I've gotta have one! Or at least two. There is so much creativity in each one of them, Asra!"

"I-Well, thank you. Would you like to have one? You can pick whatever you like, [Y/N]."

[Y/N] began scanning the table for the one they thought would fit them perfectly. Gold, or silver? Blue-perhaps chartreuse? Ah! How were they supposed to choose just one when they all looked extremely beauteous? Asra could sense their dilemma, and then remembered something that could help.

"Oh wait! If you can't choose what you like best, I have this one. Wait, let me just find it... Aha!"

Asra fumbled his bag and took out what seemed like the most mesmerizing mask to [Y/N]'s eyes. He handed it out to them, their fingers gently touching in the process. It was short, yet Asra relished the feeling. [Y/N] gaped at all the intricate details. Surely, this must've taken him lots of time to make!

[Y/N] was utterly speechless, but that reaction alone was enough to make an even redder blush creep up to Asra's cheeks.

"This is so.. wow. I can't even imagine the amount of time it took! I love it!"

About to find the payment in their pocket, Asra immediately stopped them and shook his head.

"You don't have to pay; it's my gift for you."

"But you worked so hard for this! I-I can't let myself have this for free!"

"No! You needn't worry. I insist. It's my gift, okay, [Y/N]?"

"A gift for me? You are truly kind, Asra. In that case, I don't have the rights to refuse! But... might I know why?"

"Well..."

Why, indeed?

Asra smiled, and their eyes met once again.

"There's just something about you."

Something about me, huh? [Y/N] thought. And they could say the same thing about him. Because indeed, there was something about him. Something magical, something enthralling, and something that made them want to get to know him even more.

Neither of them had believed in such a thing called love at first sight, but perhaps their perception happened to have changed during that one unforgettable night.

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corpsekiller · 4 years ago

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𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐧𝐢��𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐬 — 𝐭.𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤

𝖯𝖠𝖨𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖦. tony stark x fem!reader (requested)

𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲. fluff, tony being scared for your life for like two seconds

𝖲𝖸𝖭𝖮𝖯𝖲𝖨𝖲. tony comes home after a long night to find his girlfriend playing with his armor in the lab.

𝖠𝖴𝖳𝖧𝖮𝖱'𝖲 𝖭𝖮𝖳𝖤. i'm so so sorry it took me so long to write! my mental health isn’t doing so good at the moment, but i'm trying to keep on writing. i hope you like it, i tried to make it funny and fluffy, but i couldn’t help myself and put some of my usual angsty writing style in it.

𝖫𝖤𝖭𝖦𝖳𝖧. 1.524 words

MASTERLIST

Tony comes home after endless hours of 'Mr. Stark, look!' and 'Mr. Stark, did you see that? That was so cool!', comes home with slumped shoulders and exhaustion settling in his weakened limbs. He finds himself leaning against the cool glass as the elevator climbs floor after floor into the dark night sky. Lights coming from apartments illuminate the city, yet, he doesn't notice, eyelids getting heavier with each passing moment.

He took Peter to a futuristic convention about the newest technological developments and the kid was overwhelmingly excited to see what the world of science could offer him - sparkling eyes and a grin so wide, Tony believed it might never leave again, forever imprinted on the kids' face.

There was a certain sense of pride filling his chest when Peter rambled on about patented repulsor technology, meta elements, and other things Tony didn't have the strength to listen to, but he was still glad to keep him company. Peter needs someone like him and although Tony doesn't exactly say it out loud, doesn't even dare to admit it when his teammates are present, but he knows he's a father figure to him. And you know it, too. That's why you coaxed him into accompanying Peter and promised that you'd be fine spending a few hours alone.

His feet drag over the floor as he stumbles through the hallway, drained, wishing to take a steaming hot shower and fall into your soft bed, the bed that smells like spring and fresh flowers, like your perfume and home.

And maybe, maybe he's really getting old because his bones kind of hurt when he walks through the kitchen and throws his jacket over a bar stool, and his knuckles groan when he reaches for a glass and fills it with golden liquor. Then again, he's had a long day, a long week, a long year full of fighting bad guys, annoying meetings for the press and journalists clinging to his back like sickening parasites - his body has every right to complain from time to time, complain about the draining energy and stress.

With a heavy sigh, he downs the whiskey and makes his way to your shared quarters, quietly, in case you're already fast asleep and dreaming of him (or so he hopes). He wouldn't want to disturb your slumber. But the moment he opens the door to your bedroom, the second he takes a careful step into the engulfing darkness he knows, something isn't right. It's a gut feeling, a feeling that he could just brush off as paranoia, but Tony has always feared the moment he would lose you, always tried to keep you safe and the faint tremble of his heart, may it be mechanical or not, is enough to let him panic.

"Y/N?" Tony rushes through the abandoned hallway to the bathroom in desperate hopes to find you there, to see you alive and unharmed, but he knows. He knows you're not in there after only a few seconds of pressing his ear against the door, just as he knows you can't be found in the dining area and the living room.

"C'mon, this isn't funny", he mutters under his breath, trying to ease his roaring thoughts. "Y/N, where are you?"

And it's all shaking hands and panicked movements until he hears a hard thud and hissed curses bouncing off the empty walls. And all of the sudden, everything is awfully slow - his body is paralyzed with fear and some kind of heroic anger that drives him towards his lab, pushes his legs until he can hear Friday's mechanically hollow voice utter 'Careful!' along with 'Mr. Stark won't be pleased' and Tony's stomach kind of launches into his throat, because what would he do if you were seriously hurt and-

“Do you think he’d build a suit for me, too?” Your voice sounds muffled and for a moment, he furrows his brows in confusion. Honestly, he was so worried about your well-being, so stuck in his fear for you that he completely forgot the first logical explanation for your abandoned bed and the distant noises coming from his lab - you sneaking into his lab to entertain yourself.

Tony rounds the corner and quietly enters his lab, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth at the sight of you - head stuck in his helmet and slender hands tugged into his armor, ready to shoot with the glowing repulsors built into the metal gloves. A delighted giggle fills the room, modulated by his iron suit as you strike a familiar pose.

"I don't know why, but I already feel so much cooler", you state to Tony's A.I. with a toothy smile beneath the heavy helmet engulfing your head. And it really does, kind of makes you feel invincible and powerful, untouchable for others. "Okay, what did he say that one time?"

You get on one knee and lift your head slowly, theatrically, just like Tony once did, and deepen your voice. "Stay down... Final warning." With a stern expression, you jump to your feet and pretend to shoot your imaginary enemies, hitting every single one of them with a beam of repulsor energy, cursing beneath your breath and-

"This is the first and last time I'm giving you permission to stay at home alone." Tony steps closer, lips pulled into an amused smirk when you flinch at the sound of his strained voice, already beginning to stutter to find the right words to explain why exactly you are wearing parts of his armor and pretending to fight the bad guys. "You scared me for a good second, sweetheart."

"Well, I am naturally terrifying."

"You sure are", Tony mumbles with a humorous smile as he takes off his helmet to reveal your face, sparkling eyes and disheveled hair and cheeks flushed with a hint of embarrassment because he just caught you making stupid shooting noises with your mouth and playing with his suit like a little kid. "I should be careful, can't have you replace me on missions as much as I'm impressed with your combat skills."

What a bastard. He’s teasing you and you know him too well to believe that he'll just drop it and never mention it again. That's just not Tony Stark's style. Instead, he will keep making stupid jokes to get you riled up. You want to shove him, playfully, want to act mad in this moment, but his smile is getting wider as he brushes a loose strand of hair behind your hear and suddenly, a small smile is painted on your lips as well. It’s infectious, the joy he radiates in soft motions.

“I’m sure I’d be a great addition to the team”, you muse, fingers tracing over his chest, carefully, until your hand reaches his tie and loosens the knot. Tony lets out a breathy laugh at your comment, shaking his head in disbelief at your comical words.

“Just stop touching my stuff, when I’m gone.” He rips the black tie from his neck and shoves it into his pocket, before opening the first two buttons of his shirt to reveal soft skin, soft skin you already want to feel against your lips.

It's temptation, a dangerous one, to distract you from winning this..whatever this is. A game, you suppose.

“No, I don’t think I will.” You watch how your boyfriend playfully rolls his eyes at your remark. A sharp grin tugs at the corner of your mouth and then you press a chaste kiss to the exposed skin of his neck, trailing over his bearded jaw until your lips capture his, lovingly welcoming him after this long night. “You look tired, honey.”

“Well, worrying about your girlfriend getting hurt is draining, actually.” And it may have been fun at first, but there is something in his eyes that makes you hesitate to crack another joke, just for a second, a split moment. "You weren't sleeping and I couldn't find you anywhere else, I... I thought, someone might have hurt you."

Sometimes, it is easy to forget how much Tony has already endured in such a little time, how many people he’s lost and blamed himself for, because beneath this ridiculous façade of seemingly unbreakable arrogance rests are hurting heart of gold. You know, how much he loves you and how dearly he wants to protect you from every gruesome thing this world holds.

Your gaze softens, lips pulled into a reassuring smile. “I’m fine, Tony. I’m sorry, I scared you.” Gently, you tug on his arms and pull him into a hug to ease the tension that lies beneath his skin. You can feel how his shoulders relax, how he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, and his breathing slows until his lungs heave calmly with every drag of air. “Let’s get you to bed, okay?”

“What, now you’re nice to me?”

“Shut up, old man.” You give him a smirk, mischief glinting in your eyes as you grab his calloused hand and drag him into the direction of your shared quarters to get some rest.

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katsumiiii · 4 years ago

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Hello! I can ask for a drabble with luffy + #6. Thank you!

Ofc! I hope you like your request!

prompt #6: chasing someone’s lips after they pull away

monkey d. luffy x gn! black reader

fluff drabble.

Monkey D. Luffy was a spectacle, he had this sort of aura about him, making even his enemies want to indulge in his rambles. He was charming, in his own way of course, luring those to follow him to far off lands, embarking in dangerous adventures. His tales of flying islands, lands of sand, fields of tall trees with branches that reached towards the heavens, every single word that came out of his mouth seemed to embody the stories of a children’s book. Yet, people hung on to every single letter, divulging in his boisterous hand gestures, his wide smile stretching from ear to ear, his pearly whites twinkling to the point where it was almost blinding. He was truly a miracle in the making if not one already, and everyone who is anyone knew that he would some day change the world.

Every now and again, you would be the person on the receiving end of his tales, though you were there to experience them yourself, you didn’t interrupt in fear of dampening his mood. Your heart couldn’t take the disheartening look on his face if you were to speak up, his mouth curling downwards into a pout and his eyes downcast towards his white sheets, playing with the fabric to console himself. So instead, you laid patently by his side, nodding along to the retelling of the great battle between Luffy and Arlong. You relished in the twinkle in his obsidian irises as he arrived at the climax of his tale, his fingers flexing from excitement, almost as if he could physically feel himself back in the moment, his moment.

“And then I kicked his ass! I was all like POW, and he flew away to some place, I don’t really know where though. Glad I never saw that jerk again, that’s what he gets for hurting Nami!” Luffy’s shoulders tensed up in remembrance, his mind vividly playing the images of the battle in his mind, causing his breathing to deepen and his eyebrows to dart downwards.

Noticing his change in mood, you interfered, “Hey that was a great story Luffy! Especially the part when you beat his ass!”

The young male smiled at your praise, his stomach bubbling at the sound of your positive response. “I know right! Shsisisi, I’m so awesome!” He threw himself backwards into the comfort of his bedding, nuzzling himself deeper into the thick red comforter. He pivoted his head to gaze at your face, his breath hitching at the sight of you. There wasn’t many things that astonished Luffy, but seeing your calm and loving expression always seemed to do the trick. He loved your complexion, and fact that you stood out from others. Your brown skin glowing under the harsh beams of the sunlight. You were ethereal, though he couldn’t put what he felt into words, he had enough understanding to know that he liked you a lot, more than meat anyways.

“Yeah, you are.” You stared back at him, biting down at your bottom lip in anticipation. Your heart was racing, nervous at being in such close proximity to the male. Mustering up enough courage, you leaned forwards towards his thin lips, placing yours upon his. Sparks seemed to fly through the air as you both relaxed, giving into the pleasure. You couldn’t help but sigh, the feeling of his lips agaisnt your own almost too much for you to handle. You eventually pulled away, but chuckled when hearing Luffy whine in displeasure, him chasing his lips after your own. Giggling, you decided to give him what he craved, placing your lips back on his.

“You’re extraordinary Luffy. Truly extraordinary.”

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thebiggestshrimp · 3 years ago

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A Special “Souvenir”: part 4

NSFW (finally)

MLQC: Victor X MC (featuring Kiro)

Potential Spoilers!! smut and fluff! The last three parts were world building fluff, yk basically my headcannon. If you like smut that has established characters with relationships, then this is for you!!

Perspective Switches: I like to occasionally switch the perspective to one of the boys, in this case being Victor and Kiro. You’ll notice it when there is a double space break in the flow of the story. All I’m doing is switching to what I think would be a more interesting perspective to read the events from. When the double space ends, we switch back to MC perspective.

Word Count: 3.1k (oh man)

Part 3 link

Part 4

“What would the lovely couple like to order today?” questioned the always smiling Mr. Mills.

Calling you two a couple shocked you, and Kiro too by the way his knee jerked and slammed into the table. You thought you heard a grunt from the kitchen, thinking it was funny even Victor was bothered by that simple statement.

“Ahhh, can we have another minute or so?” Kiro said in a slightly pained voice, attempting to convince you he didn’t just hit his knee on the table. “There are just so many delicious options and I’m having trouble deciding”.

Mr. Mills warm smile never faded as he spoke. “No worries, I’ll come back in a few minutes then.”

Although you were having the same problem as Kiro, you knew for sure you wanted some of Victor’s pudding. It had been 2 months since you last convinced him to make you a bowl, using the fact that he called your report “Alright” instead of “Not bad” as reason enough to reward you.

You only just now realized you had forgotten to correct Mr. Mills on his incorrect assumption that you and Kiro are dating. It was already too late to say anything, and denying it now would make things awkward. Besides, you knew that you were here to platonically enjoy dinner with your friend, so what others say shouldn’t bother you.

Oh but how it does bother you.

You looked towards the kitchen, wondering what payment Victor had in mind for the two of you. You were thinking he’d make you run to the market to pick him some fresh produce like last time. But then again last time you two had a moment. Or well, you thought you did.

The way that question accidently slipped from your lips. The way his eyes lingered on yours for so long while he inched ever so closer to you.

“Victor, have you ever been with someone from work?”

You felt your breathing slow a bit; you were nervous. He was your boss, and you had figured he would never consider you since you worked together, and well, because you were pretty sure he didn’t think of you in any way besides a friend.

But that one moment made you feel like maybe, just maybe, he reciprocated your feelings, even if it was just a little.

Coming back from your daydreaming, you realized Mr. Mills had returned. Kiro’s voice was directed to you.

“______, is it okay if I order for us both? I think I have a good idea of what you’d like”.

“Oh, yes, that would be fine, thank you”.

You once again turned your head towards the kitchen, swearing you caught a glimpse of the elusive chef. You were itching to see him, even though you were not excited to hear him complain about how you failed to turn in your report.

“Does that sound good with you, ________?”

You snapped your head back to Kiro, and shook it. What did you just agree to?

The wait for the meal was tedious. It wasn’t like you didn’t have anything to talk to Kiro about, but because you were already so distracted by the semi-lewd thoughts of your boss, your heart wasn’t really in the conversation.

Kiro noticed this, wondering what he was doing wrong to make you this uninterested in him. He quickly decided to change the topic to something he figured you’d like better.

“How was the producing of the last Miracle Finder Show? I watched it while I was in Iceland and knew it had to be a soul crushing production”.

This finally did get your attention, finally able to vent about all the hard work and late (and you mean late) nights spent at the office making sure it was as perfect as it could be. Even though the production was, as Kiro put it, a bit “soul crushing”, it was worth it to see how popular it was with the audience.

“Honestly, that’s my favorite show we’ve ever produced. It took a lot of effort from the whole team, and everyone really pulled through to get this as perfect as possible”

You rambled on and on, barely letting Kiro say anymore then “Mmhmm” and “Oh wow”, but he was ecstatic to get you talking like this, especially since he knew.

He knew you had feelings for your boss. He had realized it when you told him you were busy the Saturday he tried to ask you out “on a date” to the park. He decided to head out to the park anyway (in disguise) and spotted the two of you. The stoic look on the CEO’s face made it hard to judge how he felt, but the fact that he was even out with you was enough to know that he definitely felt something. And God dammnit, why was he so handsome?

But when he saw your face, the way you smiled at him and the subtle touches shared between you. He knew how you felt. So why didn’t you look at him like that? What was the CEO doing right that he wasn’t?

He would find out. And he would change your mind. He wanted you and he would get you.

Mr. Mills was masterfully carrying three trays of food, each holding a delicious meal hand prepared by Victor. He was in the kitchen, cleaning up and preparing to finish up by making his pudding. The creamy yet almost jiggly consistency was enough to melt the tastebuds of anyone who ate it, including Victor. But tonight, he was careful making it (adding in a tad bit more love then normal, although Victor would deny it), adding two cherries on top just for you. He stored it in the fridge, hidden behind a few of his ingredients so that it would surprise you. While sweeping the floor, he overheard some conversation between Kiro and you. It seems he had gotten you talking about work, and now all he could hear was your rambling on how stressed out you were while working the last month.

He was hoping you weren’t openly bad-mouthing him to a stranger, but knew you wouldn’t have anything truly hurtful to say about him.

He smiled thinking about how he would make you pay for your meal.

“I can’t believe you let me ramble for like, 20 minutes Kiro! It’s embarrassing to just vent in public like this!” You half-whispered jokingly to Kiro.

Kiro smiled that celebrity smile of his. “Mmm, but you it was so cute to listen to you. Besides, isn’t it the job of a friend to always listen to another?” He then playfully kicked your leg under the table.

“Hey!” you said with a giggle. “We’re at a restaurant! Save the childish actions for the park”. Even though you said it a bit of a harsh tone, he smiled mischievously. Then the barrage started.

Playful kick after kick came from Kiro. You finally gave in and played his game, sending your patented “double-kick” his way. The fight ended with the two of you laughing hysterically, just like children.

When you calmed down a bit, you put your head in your hands and looked at Kiro. He was completely caught off guard by how cute you looked right now. He looked to the right for a moment, although all he wanted to do was strip you of all your clothes and turn you around on this table and smother you with kisses and-

“Well, I guess it’s time to pay, you know, figure out what “punishment” the chef has in store for us”.

Coming back from his daydream, Kiro nodded in agreement.

“I’ve gotta go to the bathroom real quick, but go ahead and call Mr. Mills over so we can receive our ‘punishment’”. He enunciated ‘punishment’ with air quotes and a wink.

With an already hard member, Kiro speed walked to the bathroom. He had to get rid of this fast.

Alone with your thoughts, you sat there for a moment, thinking that you had forgotten something. Shaking it off, you called Mr. Mills over and told him you and Kiro had finished your meals.

“I’ll take you and your dates dishes for you then” said Mr. Mills.

With a face full of red, you quickly corrected him. “Oh but we’re just friends! I didn’t get the chance to tell you earlier”.

Mr. Mills only looked at you with a smile, and nodded saying “Of course, sorry for my mistake”. Skillfully holding the dishes in his hands, he turned towards the kitchen and remarked, “The chef will be glad to hear that”.

A bit confused by what he meant, you waited for Kiro to return, or for Mr. Mills to tell you what the chef had in mind as payment. Mr. Mills returned first.

“The chef has decided that you will be coming back to help in the kitchen, Mrs. ______”. He looked around for a second, and added, “I’ll wait here for your friend to return so that I may tell him what his payment will be”.

You felt bad that you had to leave without being able to talk to Kiro more, but your mind quickly switched over to the verbal abuse you might receive from your boss when he reminds you of your missing report.

You walk into the kitchen to a familiar, sexy voice.

“Glad you could make it”.

You met with a pair of gorgeous violet eyes, lingering on them for a moment too long. You blushed and turned your head to the countertop, pretending like he wasn’t the most interesting thing to look at.

You decided to open up with the report, figuring that apologizing while he seemed to be in a good mood was the best move.

“So, uh, I may have forgotten to get the report to you before 5 PM today, but don’t worry I have it now and can get it before I leave or right now if you-”.

Victor waved his hand, cutting you off. “Don’t bother, I wasn’t at the office all day, so you would never have been able to give it to me anyhow. However, I expect that report to be in my hands at 8 o’clock sharp tomorrow morning”.

You unintentionally let out a sigh, glad that he wasn’t angry. You felt that you could finally relax. As tired as you were, you were ready to finish whatever Victor had in mind and head home for the most peaceful sleep you could imagine.

“Open the fridge”. Said a particularly demanding voice.

You open the French door refridgerator, bending over to look inside, realizing you don’t actually know what he wants you to look at.

Little do you know, Victor was admiring the curves of your body, which lead into your rather plump ass. Before you turned around, he handed you a list.

“These are ingredients that I need for making my pudding, make sure I have enough of each”.

Shuffling through some of the products in his fridge, you notice a delicious looking dessert hidden in the back.

“Oh my god, Victor did you make pudding?!” You couldn’t hold back your excitement, reaching for the pudding to take it out.

Seeing your childlike reaction made Victor smile, which you turned around just in time to see. Blushing for the umpteenth time today, you thanked him for making your favorite.

“It’s for you to take home. Remember, you haven’t paid for your meal yet”.

You look up at him expectantly, thinking he would have you clean the dishes or mop the floor. Instead, he steps closer to you, and leans down so that you are both eye level.

You freeze, feeling his breath on your skin, the eye contact between you never breaking. You felt like you could feel the tension in the air. Victor finally broke it.

“I just have a few questions for you. That will be your payment”.

You nodded, still frozen.

“Please be honest with me, right now we are friends, Victor and _______, not boss and coworker.”

You only continued to look at his pretty violet eyes. He seemed a bit anxious. It felt like he wasn’t completely confident in himself, unlike how he always appeared at work.

He let out a sigh. “Dummy”.

He continued. “I like you”.

Your mouth dropped in shock. Did Victor just say he likes me?? Did he seriously say that? What?

You didn’t know how to say what you were thinking, but you knew just how you felt. You were estatic to hear that he felt the same. Oh what a wonderful end to your day.

“Victor I, I feel the same. I just thought that you didn’t feel the same and that if I admitted my feelings you would shut me down for being unprofessional and that it might ruin...”

Victor’s eyes told you to be quiet. A smile crept onto Victor’s face, and a laugh escaped you. You rambled again, how embarrassing.

Victor took a step away from you, allowing you room to breathe. You thought you were finished with your payment, but little did you know what Victor had in mind.

“I guess I should go see if Kiro is finished with whatever task you handed him, he is my ride home after all”.

Victor folded his arms, leaning on the countertop. “Dummy, I don’t remember saying that you had paid for your meal. Come here”.

You turned around, nervously. Did he want a kiss? Was this how he wanted to officially start your relationship? I thought we would talk about it some more privately.

You stepped right in front of him, looking up at him. The height difference forced you to strain your neck to meet his gaze.

Victor’s voice lingered in the air. “Do you want to have some fun before I send you home?”

Unsure of what he meant, you nodded.

With your consent, he picked you up and lightly set you on his countertop, leaning over to place kisses on your lips. He moved to your neck, loosening his tie. He gently pushed your legs a part, nibbling at your panties. You could feel how wet he was making you. Victor reached up your thighs, his big hands gripping them tightly. He wrapped his pinkies around your panties, pulling them down and past your feet.

You heard a low throaty growl come from Victor, and it only turned you on more. He flicked his tongue on your clit. The tingling sensation made your body move erratically. He looked up at you, a smile clearly visible on his handsome face. He continued teasing your slick with his fingers and tongue, occasionally fighting the urge to reach down and grope himself.

“Can I put my fingers in?”

You only moaned in response.

Victor stopped all movement and met your eyes.

“I want a yes from you before I continue”. His tone was demanding, almost hungry sounding.

Flushed red, you opened your mouth to meekly say, “Yes, please Victor”.

He moved his hands back to your slick, slowly positioning his fingers to your entrance. Gently, he pushed his index finger in. The high-pitched moan let Victor know you were having fun.

“Good”, He said through a smile. “I’m glad I can make you feel this good with nothing but my fingers, but next time you’ll repay the favor to me”.

Victor prepared to put in his middle finger, but suddenly you spoke up.

“More, I want more of you...”

Elated to hear your excitement, he put in four fingers, using his middle and ring finger to hit your pleasure spot. Rubbing it slowly, then picking up his pace when your moans quieted down. With his tongue he licked and sucked on your clit, bringing wave after wave of pleasure.

Although you were no stranger to sex, you were pretty sure you had never cum before. You pretended, because you really didn’t want to make your ex’s feel like they were inadequate, but here, right now with Victor, he completely blew everyone else away. You didn’t know what it felt like to be on the edge, usually being too tired after work to commit to your full pleasure. But the erotic feelings deep in your core made it impossible to focus on anything.

You only knew what you wanted right now.

Fighting the “growing” urge to touch himself, Victor focused on making you cum. He wanted you, he wanted to fill you up and refuse to stop until he chased his own release. But right now, he wanted to make you feel so satisfied that you would come back for more immediately.

Besides, Victor felt that truly intimate sex should be saved for the bedroom, especially the first couple of times. But that wasn’t going to stop him from making you cum now.

You were nearly there, unintentionally squeezing your walls around his fingers. You had asked him to stop, not really meaning it, but because you were so unfamiliar with this foreign feeling your brain was begging for the pleasure to end. You only wanted this to end in one way though, and so did Victor.

“Oh god, oh god, oh myyy, Victor!!!” He only continued with his motions, never ceasing.

You lost all thought, unaware of how loud you were being. “I’m gonna cum, ohhh!”

Nothing but pleasure ran through your mind, your legs shaking around Victor. You had closed your eyes, breathing heavily, attempting to calm down. Once your breathing slowed, and your made eye contact with Victor, he fully removed his fingers and stood up. He went to grab a towel from the drawer, wiping his face and fingers clean before handing it to you.

Victor was grinning, trying and failing to hide it. “I hope that this experience was satisfactory for you”.

You rolled your eyes at his ridiculous comment. He knew you enjoyed yourself.

“Well, this was quite the start to our relationship, I guess I’ll see you at work tomorrow then?”

“Mmm, you will. I’m sure your friend is waiting at his car for you”.

A bit sad to leave, you grabbed your purse and started to walk out, wen Victor’s hand met yours.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?”

Confused, you cluelessly blinked at him.

He let out his second sigh of the day (ever since you’d met, you had been keeping track of the number of times he would sigh when talking to you). “Dummy, you’re leaving the pudding I worked so hard to make for you”.

Embarrassed, you took the cute little bag he had put it in and then turned to leave.

Behind you Victor’s voice, as sexy and suave as it was, left you with one last comment.

“When you eat my pudding later, let it be a reminder to you of what happened here today”. He let out a mischievous laugh. “A souvenir, if you will”.

I seriously have to apologize for leaving yall hanging for like a month! I was very busy and rarely found time to work on this, so thank you for being patient and I hope yall like it ;)

#mlqc fanfic #mlqc smut #mlqc victor #mlqc mc #pleaseforgivemeforslackinglikethis #mlqc souvenir #mlqc kiro #mlqc fluff

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blocksandbloops · 4 years ago

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May I interest you in some fem!hermit!Tommy fluff for you in this trying time?

This is set in an alternative version of @redorich 's hermit!Tommy AU. Diverging from the Dream SMP's raid on Hermitcraft. All you need to know is that family trees are convoluted, Tommy's name is Clementine. She's trans, we love her, she has wings and has adopted Grian as her weird almost twin brother.

After the whole "Dreamon" and "invasion" mess the Dream SMP folk didn't expect to hear much from the hermits besides the ones who attended MCC. They thought that the two servers would just continue to exist, independent of one another. Just drifting through the void mere inches apart but never really touching.

Oh how wrong they were.

The hermits were friendly but they had absolutely underestimated just how friendly.

Apparently, the moment Clementine so much as breathed a word about how much she missed her biological family, Scar -ever the kind and helpful mayor that he was- decided to throw a beach party!

Since Clemmy's extended family was pretty large and they didn't want anyone to feel left out, it was an open invitation to everyone on the Dream SMP as long as they behaved.

That point was driven home when a few people, like Antfrost and his unhealed, dog bitten asscheek, mentioned how upsetting the Hermits was definitely not a good idea.

(Deep down they knew that the reason they were really doing this was because the hermits were worried about them. The Dream SMP was just a bunch of traumatized children according to them. They weren't wrong in that assumption but no one wanted to admit that.)

So, when the day of the beach party finally dawned, they all put on their least threatening outfits and packed up their supplies, (where Tubbo got the surf board nobody wanted to question) and entered the portal just like they had done a few months prior.

A few things were different though, the sun was bright and beaming in the sky, soft puffy white clouds rolled by, only promising gentle shade instead of the dreary air of yesteryear.

The shopping district had been rebuilt from it's smoky ruins and they finally all had time to appreciate the lovingly built shops and roads. It looked so beautiful and vibrant, you could practically feel the fact that summer was in full swing.

The smell of nectar and sea salt drifted through the air, sweetening even the sourest of moods. This is what peace was to the hermits. This was their everyday. They were so lucky and they didn't even realize it.

Some people were taking notes of all the different building styles with bright eyes, hoping to replicate some of it when they got home, others were suddenly hit with a feeling of bitter inadequacy of it compared to their homes. Is this what a world without war could look like?

But, no matter the gloomy musings of the few, they were all here to let go for a day! To celebrate the good times and to kick back for seemingly the first time in forever.

Their welcome party this time simply consisted of one person.

It was a strange sight, seeing the Hermits' admin Xisuma without a mask on, wearing a god awful hawaiian shirt that Keralis had thrown at him with glee the moment he mentioned that he didn't have something to wear, and again, were those, gods forbid crocks?

"'Ello everyone! Wow this is quite the turn up. Scar wished he could be here to greet you all personally, but he's still too busy helping the others preparing for the barbecue, so you're stuck with me for the time being.

Now, if you'll kindly follow me, we set everything up pretty close to here, so we'll be there in a minute."

The walk over to the beach was short, but just as scenic as the rest of the server.

Warm, golden sand, gently lapping waves and lush plant life. The sound of the hermits' laughter and soft music filled the air as the smell of the previously mentioned barbecue proved a welcome distraction from whatever the hell was happening on the far right side of the beach (the ZIT trio built a karaoke machine. It was Zedaph's idea. It was also a horrible idea but they didn't seem to realize that yet.)

As they began to debate a plan of attack, no wait. ... fun? enjoyment? eh whatever.

A tall man jogged up to the group. Some people recognized him as Mumbo Jumbo, that one british guy with the mustache. Others, however, as that semi-scary redstone wizard who managed to create extremely powerful potion launchers during the invasion.

He was dressed just as down to earth as the others, holding a tall glass of lemonade in his hand and wearing a (quite goofy) sunhat he borrowed from Ren.

He was explaining something to X in hushed tones (something or other about a minor fire at the barbecue table?) When he looked past the gathering of guests and out towards the path that they had come from, and screeched.

"GRIAN PLEASE I'M HOLDING LEMONADE DON'T!" X reached over and grabbed the glass from his hands just in time for a cackling, feathered ball of something to crash into Mumbo, knocking him into the water with an audible "oof".

There was wild thrashing as the two tried to orient themselves, Grian somehow climbing onto Mumbo's back.

"CLEMMY! COME HELP ME DROWN MUMBO!" Grian waved towards a cluster of trees to their left, underneath which a small gathering of hermits was enjoying a bit of a reprieve from the sun.

"NOT YOU TOO!" came the mustachioed man's scream of distress.

Clementine, the whole terrifying six feet and three inches of a woman that she was, took off running to the water at full tilt towards the struggling brits.

Mumbo, having already formed a strategy in his head, did a perfect T-pose and feel backwards into the water, bringing down a screaming Grian with him. Clementine did a graceful swan dive into the water (how she executed that shall be left for viewer interpretation) and happily joined the fray, even the distressed calls of Stress behind her because "Gods damn it Clemmy! I spent an hour on your hair! And now it's ruined!" couldn't persuade her to give up on her mission to cause as much friendly chaos as possible.

She climbed out of the water a few minutes later, her hair a mess and a bright smile on her face.

"Techie! Wilby! Tubbo! Thank you guys so much for coming! I'm really glad that you could make it." She hugged them each close, enjoying the comfort of having them all together again.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world." Techno relaxed his posture, trying not to fidget too much. He was getting better with crowds but it was still a lot.

"You may think he's joking but he literally dragged Quackity all the way to the portal because he was too busy doing his eyeliner and would've made us late." Wilbur snickered when she leaned in to hug him, earnings him one of her patented ear-splitting laughs.

"I got a recording of it!" Tubbo proudly announced, pulling out his video camera

while still holding an arm around her.

"ABSOLUTELY NOT! LET ME HAVE SOME DIGNITY MAN!" The aforementioned Mr. Fattest Ass in the cabinet screamed indignantly as soon as he got within hearing range.

"Quackity you never had any dignity. It's too late for that." Techno flicked the duck shapeshifter on the head, earning him even more annoyed rambling which he just chose to ignore.

"Well, I'm glad that that's settled, now, I have some people I'd like for you to meet."

She directed them towards the group sitting in the shade, which consisted of False, (a now soaking wet) Grian, Stess, Mumbo (who also looked like a disgruntled cat that was just given a bath), Iskall and Ren.

Meanwhile Doc and Cleo had a little cornered off area they'd nicknamed the "cool kids club" (it was because around this time the sun got strong enough to actually burn her and Doc just felt slightly iffy about the water, since he was, ya know, half robot.)

Clemmy threw herself down on a blanket in front of a grumbling Stress who set about actually making her hair look presentable.

Niki sat down next to them and began discussing the merits of different styles to put Clemmy's hair into.

Ranboo sheepishly sat down next to Cleo's lawn chair folding all of his gangly limbs under himself.

Wilbur happily plopped himself down next to Ren on a blanket and began to hum along to the other's guitar.

Techno lay dow his cape, deciding that a nap was the best course of action in that moment.

Fundy hesitated for a second before going down to the shore to relax and just put his feet in the water for now.

Philza, the awkward dad that he was, chose to sit down close enough to the girls that he'd be able to hear what they were talking about without intruding.

Tubbo placed his stuff down by Clemmy's feet and ran out to the shore with his surf board in hand.

Going through so many conflicts in such a short amount of time really tires a person out, especially ones as young as the ones from the SMP so getting this afternoon of rest truly helped ease some of the stress given to them by recent events.

(Beach episode pog?)

Of course, this little get together wasn't without it's faults. About two hours in Doc accidentally trampled False's sand castle, who in retaliation teamed up with Cleo to dump water on him while he was relaxing.

This little conflict evolved into a battle to see who could build the biggest and grandest sand castle between "Team Himbo" and "Team Women" (one of those was coined by Clemmy). Puffy and Stress set up a good system of transporting sand from point A to point B, allowing them to move faster. False got placed on detailing duty while Niki brought refreshments for the rest of the team. Alyssa was mostly helping out wherever she could, as Cleo worked her armour stand magic to make their castle feel even more alive.

Clemmy just shouted encouragements and bullied the opposing team.

(The member list of Team Himbo has been redacted to avoid any drama about who might qualify as a himbo in the given circumstances)

Somehow the guys managed to convince Techno to join them, which immediately stacked odds in their favor to which Eret and Iskall, being the non-binary legends they are, decided to side with Team Women, now renamed to "Team Prettier Than You".

Their building contest laated for another hour before X decided to try to stop them (it wasn't because of the time. It was because TFC and Grian started shouting things about structural integrity and adding stone parts to the walls and the contestants actually listened when he decided that it was getting out of hand.)

Then it was time to actually enjoy the barbecue. Techno surprised everyone with how delicious his baked potatoes ended up. Beef also got to flex his skills a little with, as you guessed it, beef.

Tubbo and Tango sadly had to eat further away then everyone because the moment they got within ten feet of the fire something mysteriously combusted.

After that, the ZIT trio busted out the karaoke machine and the night went from good to great.

The old Team Star was dared to sing a rendition of Hermit Gang and everyone younger than 25 felt physical distress during some parts.

The sleepy bois (+Tubbo) sang a cover of "Your new boyfriend" (Techno got surprisingly into it) and then Wilbur swiped Ren's guitar to sing some Taylor Swift songs (accompanied by Tubbo on a synth he seemingly pulled out of nowhere) in that one weird accent he can do which had most people wheezing on the floor from laughter after the first song.

Niki threw down a german cover of Say So by Doja Cat. Grian, Phil and Tommy were unconsciously doing the parrot dancing thing. It was great.

Quackity sang something in spanish and Karl and Sapnap made over exaggerated swooning noises.

Skeppy and Bad did a duet. It was as adorable as it sounds.

Some other people also came on stage, belting out songs in such horridly broken voices that I'll spare you the details. Let's just say, nails scratching chalkboards would sound better.

And that was most of the festivities over with.

The last thing on the agenda? A meteor shower. How did they set it up? Clemmy's weird star child thing. The aforementioned girl was huddled close together with her family as they watched the comets streak across the clear sky (all electronics and artificial lights were shut off for the night) and Melohi played from a jukebox in the corner.

Fundy was laying his head in Dream's lap, the other boy was softly threading his fingers through his almost fiance's orange hair while leaning heavily on George and trying not to let sleep claim him as it had the fox (no one knew how this happened, all they were aware of is that the three had disappeared sometime during the sand castle contest only to reemerge having finally talked things through and come to an agreement that they all seemed happy with).

Ranboo, Niki, Puffy and Eret were collapsed in a happy pile just vibing.

The sleepy bois, who were for once actually sleepy, all wore matching flower crowns braided together by Stress's experienced fingers (and Wilbur's rather clumsy ones). Phil and her had managed to come to an agreement of unofficial joint custody after he witnessed Techno embarrassedly lean down to let her place a crown of golden flowers upon his head and saw his internal beam of pride when she called him "handsome".

The boys never really had a mother he mused, maybe she could teach them kindness where he couldn't.

Another surprise addition to the family was the owner of the third pair of wings in the cuddle pile. Phil didn't expect to end up with any more children at this point in his life, but Grain and Clemmy were practically attached at the hip and it felt wrong to even think about separating them.

He only hoped that those two wouldn't cause too much chaos especially when teamed up with Tubbo.

In the end, everyone drifted off to sleep, one by one they closed their eyes on their most perfect day. Praying for whatever might be out there, that they'll have many more moments just like this.

Well,

almost everyone.

Callahan chuckled as he walked back up to his spot with Alyssa farther away from the others. shutting off his camera after cycling through the pictures he took of everyone looking goofy while sleeping (His favorite is the one where Clemmy was very visibly munching on Techno's hair). He may not use those as blackmail but he sure ass hell was going to tease them about it later. He fell asleep there on that hill, drifting off to comforting rest like the others.

After that? Life moved on.

It was chaotic sure, and not perfect.

But it was theirs. They grew up slowly, learning to be kind to one another, how to grow with one another.

Life wasn't always perfect but hey, they had each other. And in the end? That's all that mattered.

#mcyt #dream smp #long post #i am not tagging them all #hermitcraft #lesbianinnit #sleepyblr #sleepyboys inc #hermit!tommy au #fluff #dream smp fanfiction #hermitcraft fanfiction #fanfiction #sleepyboys centric #other people are mentioned tho #trans!tommyinnit #mtf!Tommyinnit

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otaku6337 · 3 years ago

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I posted 155 times in 2021

109 posts created (70%)

46 posts reblogged (30%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 0.4 posts.

I added 386 tags in 2021

#bnha - 78 posts

#otaku6337 - 58 posts

#ao3 link - 53 posts

#midoriya izuku - 44 posts

#aizawa shouta - 40 posts

#dadzawa - 34 posts

#one-shot - 21 posts

#erasermic - 20 posts

#soft aizawa - 20 posts

#fluff - 18 posts

Longest Tag: 136 characters

#seriously the effect of quirks upon population is absolutely fascinating to me because japan is already a relatively interesting country

My Top Posts in 2021

Shouta just loves Hizashi's voice.

Shouta is quiet and he just sits there and listens to his partner ramble about schoolwork, then cases and interviews, then cases and interviews and students and lesson plans - he never stops being perfectly content to just sit there, half-asleep or chin propped on his hand or head on his desk, watching smiles and gestures and those pretty eyes through half-lidded eyes of his own, and he listens. He remembers it all too, although he never brings it up unless it comes up directly, and him remembering never fails to make Hizashi smile, all soft and sweet, because people hear him but it's Shouta that listens.

Shouta is quiet, but he hates the quiet. Quiet is loneliness and emptiness and the stillness of a fallen building, all paranoia and trauma. He can only fall asleep with breathing beside him, a radio on from the bedside, or in a classroom full of kids.

And Hizashi is loud, but people hate that he's loud. (They also hate when he's quiet and calm too because then he’s boring, so really there's no winning, not until Shouta.) Teachers tell him to stop disturbing others and peers call him annoying and stupid and grating; he deafened his parents years ago and his siblings don't know anything else.

Is it any wonder that they're so perfect for each other?

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Aizawa’s most-used app on his phone is neko atsume, no doubt about it.

All of his cats have names of two categories: the Precious variety (e.g. Sweetums, Honey, Princess) or Rude variety (e.g. Bastard, Shithead).

If anybody ever gets a glimpse of him staring at the cats (usually when he’s meant to be napping in his sleeping bag) they get the patented Death Glare, and an ominous letter in the post.

Hizashi is endlessly jealous that his husband’s homepage background is the neko atsume cats, not him. He never manages to change it, despite far too many attempts.

91 notes • Posted 2021-08-01 14:14:16 GMT

okay but one of my favourite parts of erasermic is them learning to be vulnerable with each other

shouta gradually dropping all of the logic. he lets himself feel inwardly and outwardly, lets the smiles slip out and then the laughs and then just the soft not-scowls that mean the most between them, that speak a thousand words all by themselves, every word of which hizashi looks for, listens to, understands. he lets himself say the words “i love you” or “be careful on patrol, zashi” or, in the depths of night when the world is utterly perfect and still, “you’re my sunshine”.

and hizashi learns to be vulnerable too. he stays bright, but it isn’t constant. he doesn’t have to beam wide, he can have a tiny, private smile, and he can be quiet or silent or talk for hours, and shouta will still listen, not get bored or tease or judge him. he doesn’t have to overplay all of the big parts of his personality, force himself into some sort of dumb blond stereotype. no, he can ramble in other languages or about the logistics of a radio station, and shouta will listen. will remember.

they’re each others’ safe space. coming back to each other is coming home, where they can be wholly and unashamedly themselves, and if there weren’t already enough reasons to love each other, it’s just one more.

146 notes • Posted 2021-09-10 12:40:01 GMT

Okay this isn’t a new HC of mine but I feel the need to emphasise it:

Hizashi wears skirts.

Whether he’s a nonbinary, genderfluid, or simply a gender-non-conforming man, I headcanon that he wears skirts so hard. I’m sorry, but you cannot tell me that Zashi wouldn’t wear a little leather skirt, or a long flowy one with constellations or florals on it.

(And Shouta dies every time, in the best way.)

206 notes • Posted 2021-08-29 23:36:31 GMT

Mic's first ever piece of merch is a t-shirt for his sixteenth birthday - he's been talking about how he wants his future radio show to be called "Put Your Hands Up" for months, and most of the time he's just rambling to Shouta, and he's not really expecting his friend to have been listening.

But then he undoes the tape on what is possibly the messiest wrapping he's ever seen, and somehow Shouta found black birthday wrapping paper with the occasional golden balloon pattern on it, and he finds a simple orange t-shirt. Scrawled over it in what might be permanent marker, but in a script far more careful than Shouta's usual chicken scratch, are the words "Put Your Hands Up Radio", punctuated with the surprisingly detailed drawing of a pair of headphones and a microphone.

He doesn't take it off for three days, school uniform rules be damned.

(If the logo of his radio show also happens to be nigh-on the same image, then there's no coincidence about it.)

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Get your Tumblr 2021 Year in Review →

#my 2021 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #none of this surprises me honestly #erasermic dadzawa and gen. bnha stuff is clearly my jam

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that-one-fluffy-anon · 6 months ago

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heyy what's up. we met on scratch (underswap sans) and I remembered you posted ur tumblr, and now I've got one too. so, yeah!

yeah jus wanted to say hi and follow. cya dude

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OHMYGOD.

OH MY GOD.

BESTIE.

AAAAAGHHHHH IT"S SO NICE TO SEE YOU I MISSED YOU SO MUCH HOW HAVE YOU BEEN

#patented fluff ramble #fren!!!#OMG

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sysig · 3 years ago

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2021 Art Purge

It’s time once more for the doodles that didn’t have enough of a theme to stand in their own art posts but that I still liked! With my patent-pending Rambles included, of course

Betty Buckley’s Memory is literally one of the most stunning renditions I’ve ever seen - like Memory already gives me chills but her whole Look™ was so on-point. I couldn’t completely capture the absolutely stunning makeup work and her cheekbones, but I tried

Bar only got a couple unpublished doodles, he had a decent amount of screentime this year. He just had to be annoying in all the timely posts lol, here’s he’s being sweet and wistful

I actually drew this Entropy as a react image to something the Vargas boys were doing but I don’t remember what it was anymore lol. I think it was something to do with the Biblical designs, considering what Entropy is lol

More Entropy, being adorable ♥

Coco HF doodle, because skeletons are very fun to draw ♪ She never progressed to anything more than a one-off design but I think she’s very cute, and using my gold glitter pen was very fun

An angry vent doodle that despite absolutely demolishing my page actually turned out pretty neat-looking. Kinda amazing how dark my pencils can get

Wasn’t fully happy with how this Rings doodles turned out, but they didn’t get much screentime this year - s’mostly the eyes that don’t look right to me. The outfit’s cute!

Helix’s Max, daydreaming about himself. What a narcissist! Haha ♪

Max play-switching his and Dex’s names. Oh Max

Not too many disembodied eyes this year. Quick, who do these belong to? Did you guess Erase and Vivian? Nice ✨

Best boi 2kforever ♥

Cory only ever shows up to roast me, how rude. It was his birthday so I’ll cut him a break this time

It’s been more than 6 months and that still hasn’t gone to plan. Sparse year ònó

There was a comparison made between Ata and Dr. Gaster at some point this year, but Ata’s not a Doctor! She probably would’ve been if she hadn’t died and gotten subsequently quite sidetracked raising a Vortian lol

Couple’a Grimm studies, he’s very handsome

I was looking for some Just Desserts inspiration and Sugar Rush is definitely one of the big influences on JD’s style so I actually went and doodled a couple SR characters - they’re very cute! Not exactly what I was looking for since they all have a racing aesthetic, but I did really like these two’s accessories

First and second (and only) attempts at Spamton. I managed to avoid the hype and I’m perfectly happy to continue doing so lol

An Evil X from memory - I got a new green pen and had to see how his Evil Voice eyes looked with it. Not bad!

I do still love him ♥

An Osomon doodle from memory before I went and looked up what they look like - honestly pretty close! They are mostly just balls of fluff with eyes and feet and a mouth. Good design

Special collab! While unpacking stuff from years ago, I’ve found a lot of my Quite Old doodles. There was a set of action poses, and some were pretty cool actually! This one definitely had the most personality in the design itself tho, I wonder how the younger me would like my current style. It’s very small in comparison haha

#Doodles #Long post #RIP mobile users #Another mixed bag! Some OCs some fanart some new and some quite old actually ✨#Not as many as last year but still a good handful - hopefully that means I've gotten better at parsing things out during the year!#Always with the AGE stuff keeping me from reblogging to Drabbles lol #Like last year there'll still be some 2021 doodles in the queue - by the point I haven't made any 2022 doodles yet lol #I think I've improved a little but this past year too - I made some really lovely stuff mid-year!#It's not obvious here but my Vargas style really settled around May :0 That's kinda neat #Hard to believe it hasn't even been a full year since I got my .3 and at the same time that it's already been that long #And now I'm back to my .5s lol so fickle

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atc74 · 5 years ago

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Hi, Again

Warnings: Fluff, angst (if you squint), Jensen being smooth, but the reader being smoother...

Summary: Jensen arrives to pick Y/N up for their date. She surely expected a fancy restaurant with overpriced tiny portions, but what she gets is something entirely different.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 1610

Written for: @evansrogerskitten

Beta’d by: @amanda-teaches, my enabler for life

A/N: This is the long awaited sequel to Hi (read this first!), which was written as a request for @evansrogerskitten for a follower contest. This is a very special birthday gift, for a very special lady and very special friend. HAPPY BIRTHDAY ASH! I hope you have an amazing day! I love you lady!

As a reminder, this is a work of fiction and should be regarded as such. No harm is intended toward the actor(s) or their families.

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Previously in “Hi”

A tall gentleman in a black suit approached me with a sign that had my name on it. “Miss Y/N? I’m Philip and I will be your driver tonight. Please, follow me.” He led me to a large black SUV and held the back door open. When I looked up, the first thing I saw was Jensen’s face smiling at me. He held his hand out for me and smiled as I stepped inside, sliding into the seat next to him.

“Hi.”

Now...

“Hi,” I smiled back, my hand still in his.

“Hi,” Jensen said. “And, I already said that. I’m sorry, I’m a little nervous, if you couldn’t tell.”

I laughed. I was sitting with Jensen Ackles in the back of a black SUV with heavily tinted windows in Vegas, after a Supernatural convention. Then I realized I was laughing and attempted to pull myself together. “Jensen, I’m sorry. That was rude. I’m not laughing at you, I’m laughing at this. It’s all a little surreal for me. What am I doing here?”

“What I said to you during the photo was the truth. For nearly a year, I have looked at every woman with even the slightest hint of red hair, just waiting for you to come through the line again, but it was never you. I had finally convinced myself I would never see you again, and then you were there, right in front of me. It was coincidence that brought you through my photos in Seattle, but I think it was serendipity that brought us together today.” Jensen clamped his mouth shut when he realized he was rambling.

“Serendipity?” I giggled, a hand over my mouth. “I’m sorry. It’s just not a word one hears in everyday conversation. Then again, this isn’t every day, is it?”

“But I feel it just...it fits,” Jensen chuckled, shrugging. “Even if it does sound a bit silly. I’m sorry if I caught you off guard. I don’t do this, like ever. But, I think Jared was sick of listening to me go on and on about you and he made me promise to ask you out if I ever saw you again. So you are here for two reasons; one, because I am a man of my word and two, you said yes.”

“I’d be a fool to say no. Or, I might be a fool for saying yes,” I said quietly, turning to look out the window at the desert flying by.

A warm hand landed on my arm and I turned back, regarding Jensen’s touch on my heated skin. “I don’t think you’re a fool. I think you’re brave for taking a chance like this. On me.”

I’d seen plenty of interviews and convention footage, but this might be the first time I’ve witnessed Jensen channel Dean Winchester. It was no secret that he’d been single for some time now, but at this very moment, he didn’t think he deserved a chance.

“Don’t do that, Jensen. Let’s have dinner and play it by ear. Who knows, by the end of the night, you might be changing your mind,” I winked, laying my hand over his.

“You’re wrong, but I think that sounds like a solid plan. We’re almost there,” he smiled, looking out the window.

“Where are we going?” I asked, trying desperately to figure out where we were. I didn’t think Jensen was a serial killer, but we were out in the middle of the desert.

“It’s a surprise, okay? Just a little bit longer, Y/N,” Jensen replied.

“You’re not taking me out to the desert to kill me, are you? I’ve watched enough television to know what happens out here at night,” I giggled nervously.

“Now that you’ve figured out my plan, I might as well get on with it,” Jensen scoffed, pulling my hand towards him quickly.

I was startled but the only sound I managed was a tiny squeak. I looked up and was met with the kindest smile and prettiest green eyes. His touch traveled the length of my arm until our fingers were entwined. He raised our joined hands and pressed a soft kiss to the back of my hand.

“It was indeed my plan to kill you...with kindness, and wow you with a really romantic dinner. Is that not okay with you?” And there it was, the patented Dean Winchester smirk, followed by a wink.

“Oh my god! I’m sorry! I’m ruining it!” I covered my face with my free hand, shaking my head. I took a deep breath before daring to meet his eyes. “That is actually really sweet and sounds like a great idea.”

“Awesome.”

We came to a stop, but as I reached for the door, Jensen stopped me, his hand still holding mine. “Just a few minutes longer. I’ll be right back. Please don’t get out. Or peek.” The look on his face told me he was serious, but there was an underlying twinkle in those green eyes, and I found myself nodding my promise to stay put.

As Jensen and Philip exited the vehicle, I took the opportunity to calm my nerves. I gave myself a quick pep talk and tried to remember what the volunteer had told me, more than once. “Don’t be nervous; he is a nice handsome boy, but he is still just a person.”

“He’s just a man, Y/N. This is just a date. You can do this. You are not going to f-” my pep talk was interrupted when my door swung open to reveal Jensen and his smiling, stupidly handsome face. My thoughts got the better of me. Yeah right. He’s just a man. He’s just the most beautiful human ever created.

“Ready?”

“I’m ready.”

Jensen took my hand once more in his, helping me step down from the vehicle. He placed both his hands on my shoulders, looked into my eyes and I was mesmerized. “Do you trust me?”

I don’t know why, but I did. I had absolutely no reason to trust this man, but I did. “I trust you, Jensen.”

He smiled wider than the Grand Canyon and turned my body away from him. It was then that I felt his hands covering my eyes. “No peeking, Y/N.”

We walked several feet, me shuffling carefully in front of him until he slowed his pace and I felt his hands slip from my eyes. “Keep your eyes closed for me, sugar.”

My skin tingled from his touch, my heart from his endearment. I nodded, feeling him slide around my body. “We’re going to sit down, right here. I got you, easy now.”

My body lowered to the ground, something soft covering it, a blanket maybe? “Okay, you can open your eyes now.”

I slowly opened my eyes, blinking and taking in the surrounding area. It was breathtaking, and I stared in silence at the scene before me. We were sitting on a mountain side, high above the desert plains, and looking down at the Hoover Dam. It was lit up from the base in a cool blue light. With Lake Mead an inky midnight blue behind it, I’d never seen it look more beautiful, more ethereal.

“This is remarkable, Jensen.”

“I was hoping you’d say that. I’m also hoping that this doesn’t outshine the rest of the evening I have planned,” he chuckled slightly, reaching behind him and revealing a honest to goodness picnic basket.

“Look at you, playing the romantic-picnic-overlooking-a-national-landmark-card,” I mentioned casually.

“Is it working?” Jensen winked. There was enough moonlight to see each other as it highlighted Black Canyon and the Colorado River below us.

“Hmmmm,” I coyly toyed with him, tapping my index finger against my lips. “Whatchya got in there?”

“Oh do I have stuff,” Jensen announced excitedly as he opened the basket, laying everything out in front of us. “We have a taco buffet with all the fixings, like five different types of salsa, chips, fresh guacamole and, wait for it...a pitcher of margaritas!”

“How did you do all this?” I was stunned. “And, have you been spying on me? Who told you I love Mexican?”

“I knew it!” Jensen pumped his fist victoriously. “Really it was a long shot, but I was craving Mexican and thought, what psycho doesn’t love tacos?”

“Holy crap! You just quoted Dean Winchester, but swapped waffles for tacos!” I laughed so hard I think I may have snorted.

“That was honestly the cutest thing I’ve ever heard,” Jensen laughed, pulling me into his arms.

We had a peaceful dinner overlooking the dam and the surrounding mountains, playing twenty questions about our lives. Jensen reached into the basket and pulled out yet another container. “And the piece de resistance.”

“Did you bring chocolate cake?” I eyed the decadence filled container with lustful eyes.

“Damn girl. Forget the way Dean Winchester looks at pie. I want you to look at me like you’re eying up this cake!” Jensen laughed, pulling the cover off and waving it in front of my mouth.

“Jensen, do not tease me. I will eat that with my fingers!” I warned him, but he didn’t give up. I reached up with two fingers, dipping into the cake and sliding them into my mouth, feeling bold.

“Holy shit.” He murmured, almost indiscernible over the sounds I was making. I noticed he seemed uncomfortable, but he teased me with cake, I could tease him back. I dipped my fingers back into the cake and held them in front of Jensen’s mouth. He took the bait. He grabbed my wrist with one large hand and halted my movements. His tongue snaked out, licking a bit of the sweet dessert from my fingers, before he dipped his head, sucking both of my fingers into his mouth.

The sounds coming from his mouth were purely pornographic, to say the least. I felt my nether regions tingle at the sight and sounds of Jensen Ackles licking chocolate cake from my fingers. Feeling even bolder, I leaned in, licking the rements from his lower lip. “Fuck, that’s delicious.”

“You took the words right out of my mouth, sugar.”

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randombtsprincessa · 5 years ago

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Author: Randombtsprincessa

Characters: Jung Hoseok x Kim Seokjin��

Words: 4.1k

Genre/Rating: Smut/fluff (NC - 17)

Prompt: 2seok with bad boy Jin (think tattoos, motorbikes, intimidating af but rescues kittens type) and model student shy and sweet Hoseok.

Warning: Clubbing, social drinking, mentions of drunken sex, tattoed blond Jin, flirting, LGBTQ+ fic, MxM fic, bad father, bad childhood mentions, volunteering work, kissing, blowjob in a garage, unprotected oral (male receiving) [be safe folks].

A/N: The following work is a part of @ficswithluv ‘s amazing project Change With Luv. It was commissioned by the lovely Ducky ( @diedinwarofhormones ) Thank you for the commission and let’s hope the donation helps bring about some really needed reforms! It is my very first mxm fic so please be a little lenient in judgement and I kept the smut not very explicit just in case (also because I exceeded the word limit shhh) so yeah. I hope you enjoy! Please do check out the project to help bring some change to the world and art to the world!

Now, do welcome the gif that brought together the last scene of the fic!

In life, there are three sets of people who go hand in hand.

There are the people who are completely alike, do everything together, share hobbies and end up being the ‘goals’ that are usually portrayed on every hyped up couples instagram.

There are people who seem to just mesh well, go about in their personal bubbles as things either go well or not.

And then…there are the people who are nothing alike. They are poles apart, one league away from each other.

Yet, they are brought closer and closer to each other and gel together in a manner that astounds the people surrounding them.

Or so Jung Hoseok had read somewhere; in a book, maybe in his adolescence, in those past teen years that seem like a dream.

He was grown up now, in college and while he had kept on the rosy tint in his cheeks, he had shed off most of his earlier romantic notions.

After all, college was a step forward towards the future he craved desperately. And he worked hard for it, to graduate and then carry on further into a blissful, stress free life.

So, when he came in touch with the circle in which Kim Seokjin moved, well…

All those ideals and notions came back like a sucker punch.

To be very honest, a club scene where there was too much light but nothing could be seen, where a bass thumped that irritatingly made you feel like you had a second heartbeat, too many sweaty bodies that merged, collided to a rambling beat and alcohol that cost half a days’ worth income – even on a campus ground, was not to Hoseok’s taste.

However, his best friend Namjoon had dragged him out of his room this time, screaming, wailing, and crawling – for once to pry Hoseok away from those chemistry books that still had equations pounding in his cranium.

Many minutes after arriving at the party, Namjoon had disappeared.

Hoseok had no idea where; if there was someone who was more shy, nerdy or awkward than him…it was Kim Namjoon.

He hoped he was getting laid somewhere, that way he’d be much less annoyed when Hoseok inevitably left to go home.

He turned his torso around to the crowd, and although he could see absolutely nothing clearly, he tried, he really did.

He reached up, straightened onto the bar stool so he could look over the multiple heads. Most of the flashing lights glinted against his glasses, blinding him and he sighed. Slumping back, he admitted defeat, looking along the length of the bar.

Maybe he should order another drink?

It wasn’t midnight just yet. He could make it till 12 and then slip away. After all, if Namjoon was around and…not otherwise occupied, he would come over so they could both go back to the dorm.

They both had early and lengthy classes for god’s sake.

As he stretched out a hand, to attract the bartender’s attention, he saw him.

The angle the man sat at made it impossible for him to get a clear look at his face. However, it was easy to discern the hunch of his shoulders, too wide, clad in a smooth leather jacket that exploded rainbows whenever a streak of light bounced off of the man.

Deep blond hair ruffled on top of the head and he could barely make out the hints of a neck tattoo.

The bartender soon came over to take his order and after refilling the drink, Hoseok decided that he could stay a bit more, just to see what the stranger looked like maybe.

“Buddy, take a picture. It’ll last longer.”

Hoseok started, the rim of the glass jolting against his teeth at the move as the man turned his head to look at him head on, one dark eyebrow quirked.

Suffice it to say, the man was breathtaking.

The soft blond hair accentuated the poufy lips of the man, glistening wet from the alcohol. The leather jacket showed off a swimmer’s body, a silver clasp at his thin waist.

Hoseok was tempted to think that this man put his last boyfriend to shame.

“I’m sorry; I must’ve just stared at you. I was zoning out.” Hoseok excused himself.

“Don’t worry about it.” The man grinned, leaning forward so he would be audible. “You here with someone?”

“My roommate…he’s disappeared.”

The stranger nodded, taking a swig from his glass. “Yeah, that happens around here. If you wanna zone out a bit more, feel free but only cause you’re cute.”

Hoseok’s mouth fell open at the flirting, gaping like a fish as the man grinned yet again, this time feral.

“I…I wasn’t…”

“Like I said, don’t worry about it, pretty boy.”

The man was taking the final gulp, placing the glass next to Hoseok, along with a couple bills under the glass. “Buy yourself a drink from me, would you?”

Hoseok could only stare at the glass and money, still shocked at the bold advance of a complete stranger.

“Oh and hey pretty boy,”

Hoseok turned to look at the exiting male.

“Next time, I’m gonna start charging.”

He turned after that, not hindered by any of the swirling bodies in his path, leaving Hoseok to wonder if maybe he should’ve gotten the name of the man, or at least given his own.

“You’re, like, not even listening to me.” Namjoon snapped Hoseok’s attention towards himself, a pen tapping insistently against his notebook.

“Yes I am,” Hoseok immediately defended but it was too late.

Namjoon had already shoved the study materials that were strewn across the table to one side, both arms coming up to cradle his head. “Go on, purge.”

“I don’t have anything to say to you, I swear.” Hoseok could hear the defensiveness in his own voice and while it was partly true, he knew he would have to cave in the face of his best friend.

“Fine…I met this guy at the club party a couple nights ago.”

Namjoon stared.

“The one you left me alone at.”

That seemed to jog his memory, causing a delicate sheen of plum to spread along his cheeks. “I said I was sorry, I mean...I saw Taehyung and he looked like –,”

“A dream, yes, I got that.” Hoseok stopped himself from rolling his eyes at the slightly…enormous crush that Namjoon harbored towards the popular junior.

“You didn’t tell me about this guy though,” Namjoon continued.

What was there to tell? Yes, he’d conversed briefly with an absolute stranger for not more than five minutes. Yes, he had never felt this wildly attracted to anyone before. At least, not so much that warranted mooning over him for more than a day. He also knew that there was a good chance that he would never run into him again.

He didn’t even know his name. There was nothing tying the both of them.

Unless he wanted to end up like Namjoon, in a puppy love with a guy he was too scared to talk to, he’d have to move on.

After all; Hoseok thought back to the sleek black lines that ran along the man’s skin, the tight leather that clung to him, smelling of liquor that was alluring in its own right; he was someone Hoseok would not usually find himself associated with.

He was probably a patented bad boy, and Hoseok well…he was model student.

“You just flaked on me again, bro.” Namjoon poked his arm.

“Sorry, so, you didn’t get laid that night then? Why didn’t you come find me?”

“I kind of did; but I don’t know if you can call it that. The chick and I both were pretty smashed and all I could think about was Taehyung’s --,”

“No thanks, I don’t need that imagery in my head.” Hoseok interrupted with a sharp flutter of his hands, raising them to cover his ears.

Namjoon broke out laughing, before shaking his head. “So, do you know anything about this mysterious man of yours?”

“No, but I do know, we have a test tomorrow, so let’s get back to work, shall we?”

Yes, he did know one thing. It was to never hold true to ideals about anything. Somehow they always got smashed to pieces.

Hoseok had been right to let go of past ideals as he grew up.

He was sitting in the café, books open as he checked the answers to his test. A smooth cream latte sat near his hand with a plate of the café bakery’s special made chocolate chip cookies. Hoseok and Namjoon being regulars meant the staff knew their preferences and it was a god send when the both of them would stumble in, bleary and hazy from their workload to a ready steaming cup and some desperately needed sugar.

He had attempted to put away thoughts of any blonde men that may have crossed his path to solely worry about how chemistry worked in anatomy and it had somewhat paid off, if only all his answers mirrored the ones in his notes.

So, when he heard that same voice, calling out from the wide open door that had haunted him for the past few days, he had to look up.

In the daylight, if possible The Stranger looked much more beautiful than what the club lights paid homage to. He was awfully tall and broad, the same leather jacket and belt still wrapped around him, only this time, he had a helmet clasped under an arm and his hair was mussed from probably being trapped under it.

Big boots thudded, as Hoseok watched the man make his way to the counter, a hard smile ready for the counter worker who clearly stuttered in talking with him, while boxing up a few things.

Must be another regular; Hoseok thought back if he had ever seen him around but glossed over him. Nothing came to mind, even as the man slid over his payment before grabbing the handles of the bag, laughing at something the barista said.

Sensing that he was about to turn about, Hoseok looked down quickly, nearly burying his face behind the book.

He prayed; eyes closed that he hadn’t been caught. While he had hoped for another sight of his stranger, Hoseok hadn’t accounted for what he would do if it did happen. All the times, he’d imagined meeting up in his daydreams, they always stopped short when it came to a response on his part.

“…hey, it’s you.”

Hoseok gulped, wondering why he wasn’t invisible as he looked up, caught in the dark gaze of The Stranger again.

“It is you. Remember me?” The man tilted his head, shifting the helmet in his arms.

“Oh…yeah, in the club, of course,” Hoseok’s voice shook, hands dropping the book to the table as he worked hard to form coherent sentences.

The man’s eyes flashed to the books, grinning with those teeth flashing. “You’re a student.”

There was no room to deny it even as Hoseok chuckled. “Yeah, what about you?”

“Oh I’m done. I just hang about now.” He lowered his voice as if admitting to a mock crime and after a deep breath, Hoseok let out a much more relaxed grin.

In the light, it was easier to tell how different they really were. He was leather-clad, motorcycle helmet laden. Hoseok was wearing a knit sweater and simple jeans and sneakers, a school bag at his feet and his books strewn about a table.

Worlds apart…

Hoseok was someone easy to approach, to talk to, while this man was obviously not someone who anyone would go to first. However, even with the dark aura that hung about him, the way he talked, to ease Hoseok up, revealed something much softer beneath him.

“Speaking of which, I need to go. I will see you around I guess.” The man said.

Your name - give him your damn name, Hobi.

“My name is Hoseok. I forgot to mention it last time.” He said quickly.

The man paused in opening the door, a quirk to his lips. “I’ll remember that.”

And he was gone, with Hoseok watching his walk to a Harley parked nearby, straddling it as he put on the helmet. The Stranger hadn’t afforded Hoseok his own name…

Maybe they were too different. And maybe Hoseok wasn’t the only one who was aware of that fact.

Even if - Hoseok thought as he stared at the boy sitting opposite him - he wasn’t the only one who knew how different their lives were, neither seemed too intent on cutting their losses just at the moment.

Hoseok hadn’t timed himself, he swore up and down that the reason he was frequenting the café more and more was the increased need for coffee and not the need to catch an elusive Seokjin, whose name he’d caught only accidentally when the barista called for his order.

However, now here they were sitting across from each other.

He was still just as intimidating at first glance, a cold tilt to his head at anyone who he didn’t favor approaching him. A light scoff followed whenever he overheard something particularly obnoxious and rough looking fingers that Hoseok couldn’t help but want to touch.

He was in too deep, he figured. His mind had compartmentalized the raging crush he harbored for the new and exciting addition to his world but he knew that amidst his straight As and glowing recommendations, Jin would not only not sit well, but also appear…unsavory.

And Hoseok absolutely, blissfully, just didn’t care.

He had had a bad childhood, Seokjin had told him. A rich father, who had abandoned his family to ‘fuck about’ as he put it, with packets of money deposited for their upkeep but Jin didn’t touch it.

His mother had paid through the money in a trust after he had graduated in business but instead of putting his degree to use, he’d started working in a garage, now partner in it.

That explained the motorcycle, Hoseok had joked while Jin had only shrugged.

“I also volunteer a lot of my free time. My mom, well, I love her but she’s got her own life now…and she puts all of my father’s money in the trust still so I don’t have to bother her about anything. I don’t think she enjoys having a reminder of my dad around anyway.”

All Hoseok could do was nod his head sadly at him.

So when Seokjin offered to show Hoseok about the volunteering he did, he jumped at the opportunity. He had a chance to see what the man really was like under the façade of the cool bravado and Hoseok could feel intrigue tingling at his fingertips.

He wasn’t disappointed.

Seokjin took him to an animal shelter first, filled with puppies with big eyes, kittens that purred and curled up under their chins, bigger dogs and cats that were soft to touch and clearly abandoned and starved for loved. There were birds too, brightly colored and some wild and a couple of pigs and horses. Each animal that Jin visited seemed to love him, curling under his touch, molding them to him.

The next place they visited was a children’s library. A large group of toddlers shrieked when they saw him, swarming up to him and begging for a story. Hoseok watched with a bemused smile for an hour as Jin made animal and vehicle noises to entertain the spellbound kids.

When finally, they visited a retirement home, it was then that Hoseok saw the brief haunted look behind Seokjin’s eyes. It was just a glance, as he wiped an old woman’s mouth as she chuckled motherly at him, the rice that clung to her chin not fazing Jin in the slightest.

“It’s like having a family of my own.” He whispered as Hoseok put a hand to his shoulder, still hesitant.

“You miss them.”

“I do, but I would rather do this than let them be burdened by my presence again.”

“Maybe, they don’t feel that way.”

Seokjin didn’t reply to that, instead standing with a lovable smile to the lady who waved goodbye. “I’ll drop you off at your dorm.” He said.

His voice scared Hoseok. There was an air of finality there, as if he knew he’d shown Hoseok much more than was necessary. More than he needed to, to a guy who he probably wouldn’t see much of in the future.

“I’m not ready to go just yet.”

Hoseok knew he sounded desperate but there was nothing he could do. He had to accept his reality.

Seokjin turned with a curious look, puzzled at the heaviness in Hoseok’s voice before smirking. “Then there’s one more place I can show you. Let’s grab some dinner first.”

“This is amazing.” Hoseok whispered, awed as Jin flicked on light switches.

When Jin had said he was going to take him to his garage, Hoseok expected something like a shed, greased and metal barred. This was, this was sleek, all black steel and huge lights swinging from the ceiling.

“I spent a good deal of dad’s money on this. Hence, why I got the partnership, I saved the place from sinking. The upscale décor brings in some solid clients so, I guess you could say my sense of style did the job.” Jin kicked at a few strewn crates, turning to throw a wink at Hoseok.

Hoseok looked down at the remnants burger in his hand, biting the piece down into his mouth so as to not answer.

He watched, surreptitiously as Jin undid the jacket, removing his arms from the leather sleeves to reveal an extremely thin white tank top that sent a swoop down Hoseok’s throat, settling somewhere in his gut.

Jin turned; pausing Hoseok’s ogling at his muscled back as he stretched out his arms over his head, a thin strip of his stomach showing.

Hoseok swallowed loudly, the bite of burger going the wrong path and he broke out in coughs.

“Hey, what…” Seokjin laughed, pulling out a water bottle from a mini fridge to pass it to the wheezing boy. “Calm down, pretty boy. I know the burger’s good but eat slowly.”

Hoseok pulled the bottle away, eyes still watering.

This was too much; here he was, Hoseok, a nice kid who tried to steer clear from all sorts of ‘trouble’ and he was here with Kim Seokjin, someone who people would say embodied trouble.

And what was he doing?

Why, all he wanted was Seokjin to ram against him on the surface of one of the cars of course.

He was worse than Namjoon.

“I think…I should go.” Hoseok stuttered, casting his eyes down. This was it, the final time he put himself in the path of such temptations. Jin would never look twice at someone like him. He was in way over his head.

“Hey pretty boy,”

Hoseok looked up at Seokjin, who now stood too close to his face, blond hair hanging in his eyes, lips pulled into his teeth.

“Tell me something, why are you so scared of me?” Jin asked.

Hoseok blinked, all previous concerns evaporating. “Wait, what…? I’m not scared of you.” He said, conviction strengthening his voice.

“Really,” Jin moved in, eyes dropping to the way Hoseok chewed on his bottom lip. “So, why do you keep pulling away? You stare at me, flirt with me, hold on to me on the bike, but when I bring you here and when we’re alone for too long you withdraw.”

Hoseok thudded back against something and Jin took advantage, lifting his hands and putting them on either side of his body, caging him in.

“I’m…I’m not scared of you.” Hoseok sighed, giving in. “I’m scared of well, my feelings, as cliché as it seems.”

“Why?” Seokjin asked smoothly.

“Because we’re so different; I mean you’re a rich kid who acts like a bad boy but is so kind and sweet under all that toughness and I’m…I’m a good sweet boy who would never - never be able to keep up with someone like you. I’m putting myself up for disappointment when you realize it too.”

Seokjin stared at Hoseok, hard and deep. He looked almost angry – dangerous...gorgeous.

“You know what I realized actually?” He asked. There was a pleasant lilt to his tone but Hoseok could feel the undercurrents of a threat to it.

He leaned in, making Hoseok press himself to the wall, his body almost vibrating from the proximity.

“I realized that you’re exactly the kind of person who can keep up with me. I realized that it doesn’t matter if we belong to different circles. I realized that I should probably kiss you right now because you might be a grade-A kid but baby, you’re fucking stupid.

Hoseok had no time to even draw a full breath. Jin had reared back and then slammed Hoseok back again. The hands that Hoseok had dreamed of touching now gripped his cheeks, Jin’s mouth fully on his, swallowing the surprised squeaks he embarrassingly let out.

Seokjin chuckled against his lips, pulling back just enough to nip at his chin. “Fuck, I should’ve done that in the club.”

Hoseok reached forward to tug Jin back, taking over the kiss this time as he delved into the older boy’s mouth, tasting the soda on his tongue.

“Not a complete good boy, then.” Jin commented, reaching back to tug off the tank.

Hoseok lounged against the wall, idly tracing over the tattoos that ran over Jin’s exquisite body. “What do they mean?” He asked as Jin tugged off Hoseok’s shirt too.

Jin paused, glancing down at his torso.

“This,” he raised his arm. “A compass to point me in the right direction,” He moved to his shoulder. “The lion to keep me strong and brave,” he smirked suddenly, grabbing Hoseok’s hand and placing it against the burning skin of his chest. “The tree keeps me kind and nurturing.”

Hoseok met Jin’s gaze, running his hand down to his belt, fiddling with the clasp.

“Wait,” Jin stopped him, shoving his hand away. “This is about you. Let me take care of you tonight.”

“What do you mean, oh,” Hoseok’s voice pitched higher as Jin fluidly sank to his knees in front of him. Deft, nimble fingers undid the buttons and zipper on his jeans, pulling the band and the underwear down to free his gorged shaft.

“Fuck,” Jin and Hoseok both let out as Jin swept his hands against the soft skin. He was hard, Hoseok marveled, hard enough to drip over Jin’s palms which he smeared back onto his skin to make the slide easier.

A loud moan escaped Hoseok’s parted lips when Jin engulfed him, first the tip and then most of his length. He jolted, head falling back as his hips pushed forward on their own volition.

Jin kept his eyes on him, a smirk straining his lips at the vulnerable stance of the lithe man. While he would usually be on the receiving end of this, there was something so sexy, so erotic about watching a man lose it over head as he throated as much as he could.

Hoseok meanwhile fumbled with his hands, alternating between fisting his own hair and tugging at Jin’s to further lower himself into the heat of his cavern. If he knew this was what he would be missing out, there would’ve been no way he would have agonized over it for this long.

Seokjin continued moving, squelching sounds echoing throughout the empty garage that sounded so wonderfully taboo, Hoseok nearly came right there. The thrill of it; the way someone could walk right in, catch them with Seokjin sucking him deep into his mouth caused his eyes to roll back.

“That’s it, pretty boy. Come for me.” Jin coaxed from below and before he could catch his breath, his throat closed up, his body hunching when Jin pulled him back, and the tip of his cock brushing the back of his throat, deeper still.

With an almost pornographic groan, Hoseok unloaded himself into Jin’s throat, his lover keeping him in till he was fully empty.

Jin pulled away from him, color flaming high in Hoseok’s cheeks at the wet sound that echoed through the near empty garage.

All he could do was fall into the surprisingly sweet kiss that Jin pressed to lips, the taste of him mingling in his own mouth. Jin handed him his shirt with an impish grin.

“Next time,” he pulled Hoseok in by the waist. “I’m going to make you pay for ‘zoning out’ in the club.”

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meet me in the afterglow

pairing: dan howell/phil lester rating: explicit tags: getting back together, smut, hurt/comfort, light angst, happy ending, introspection word count: 1.5k summary: It had been Phil's decision, after all. Okay, technically, it had been a mutual decision, but it had been Phil who actually said the words. They're supposed to be past it by now.

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They're sitting on opposite ends of the couch, idly scrolling on their own devices while Buffy acts as a comforting third party on the TV. Ever since he'd first gotten Dan to watch the show, Phil tends to just keep restarting it every time they hit Chosen again. Nothing else is quite as effective in breaking the quiet that could easily get into awkward territory as the familiar snappy dialogue and fight scenes.

Phil hasn't been paying enough attention to the episode they're on. He glances up and sees Tara in the doorway, hears her say, "Things fall apart. They fall apart so hard."

He stands up and mumbles something about going to the bathroom. Dan barely looks away from his laptop, but he asks if Phil wants him to pause the show. Even though they've both seen it so many times, Dan always offers. He's considerate that way.

"No, don't bother," says Phil. "I know how it ends."

Tara is asking if they can skip the hard part of making up and just be kissing again when Phil leaves the lounge. He wonders if Dan is invested enough in the plot to hear the speech, cognizant enough to make the connection to Phil abruptly leaving, or if he's too focused on whatever Reddit thread he's come across to give Tara and Willow any spare thought. Maybe the scene doesn't hit as close to home for Dan as it does for Phil.

It had been Phil's decision, after all. Okay, technically, it had been a mutual decision, but it had been Phil who actually said the words.

They're supposed to be past it by now.

Maybe things would have been easier if they weren't still best friends. They hadn't wanted to get their own places, didn't want to make a bigger deal of the breakup than absolutely necessary. That was a few years ago now - Phil acts like he can't remember the exact date, but he thinks Dan can probably see past his fake cheerfulness every time the anniversary passes - but sometimes it still hits Phil like a fresh wave of bitterness and remorse.

It's not like he's had a lot of experience with this sort of thing. He hadn't had anything that looked like a relationship before Dan tumbled into his life, and there were a lot of things that he thinks he could do better now, if he was given the chance.

They're different people now. Phil has a better handle on his anxiety and a better perspective on what he can do to keep his private life private; Dan has settled confidently into his own skin and gotten through so much of his baggage with his therapist that he's tried to use some of the techniques on Phil whenever he won't talk about his feelings.

"If I wanted to be in therapy," Phil had recently snapped, strung taut by plans of a second world tour coming together to create a terrifying, overambitious picture, "then I'd be in therapy, Dan."

Dan had only shrugged. He rarely seemed to feel any guilt for attempting 'healthy communication', as he always called it. "Just trying to help."

Sometimes Phil hates him for that, but it never lasts. Phil might be able to hold a grudge with the best of them, but that had never applied to Dan. They're too entwined in each other at this point, too purposefully connected in every facet of their lives, for Phil to allow the irritation to make any sort of home in his chest. It's always been easier to let the arguments happen and then let them go.

Phil waits until he can hear Dawn Summers shrieking with happiness over the witches getting back together before he goes back to the lounge. He wonders if anyone would be that happy if he and Dan were to - but that way lies madness. He can't think about that. It's too easy to cling to faint hope that never really went away.

Phil can't be sure if it was Buffy that did it or not, but he's inclined to believe that it is. It's too much of a coincidence that Dan would knock lightly on his bedroom door a couple days later and give him a tired sort of grin.

"Hey," he says, and Phil wonders if he forgot to unload the dishwasher last night or something.

"Hi," says Phil. He slides his finger between the pages of his book and closes the cover gently, keeping his place while he gives Dan his attention. "Everything okay?"

Dan shrugs, hands shoved deep in his sweatpant pockets. He looks like he's been awake for too long, like he forgot to sleep again, and Phil's surge of protectiveness feels instinctual. He hates when Dan doesn't sleep, whether it's on purpose or not. It feels like he should be up with him, at least, keeping him company while thoughts ricochet around Dan's brain like a pinball machine.

"Things are," Dan hesitates for a fraction of a second, "fine."

It's pretty obvious to Phil that things aren't fine. He puts the receipt he's been using as a bookmark into his book and sets it aside. "C'mere."

Dan's whole body seems to slump forward in relief, and Phil feels like he's made the right decision. He sits up against his headboard properly and fluffs up the pillow he never uses. It’s the only thing on the side of the bed where a lanky boy took up too much space for so many years. Dan fills it again, sitting next to Phil and curling in on himself a bit. He leans into Phil, his curly head finding somewhere comfortable to rest on Phil's shoulder.

Wrapping his arm around Dan would jostle him, so Phil settles for putting his hand on Dan's knee and squeezing. He doesn't know if this is just one of Dan's hard days, which seem to be getting more and more frequent as the tour looms, or if it's something else entirely.

The room is quiet for a little while. It doesn't get anywhere near the realm of awkward, even with the cuddling. Phil's hope - dormant, insistent - flares again.

"I've been thinking," says Dan.

"Dangerous activity," Phil can't help himself from joking. He wonders if Dan is rolling his eyes or smiling. Or both, he supposes. A lot of the time, it's both. "What have you been thinking about?"

"I've been thinking that I don't want to do this without you," Dan says, a bit rushed. Phil is opening his mouth to ask for clarification when Dan's patented rambling barrels through. "The tour, yeah, but also the - the telling my family about me, which I want to do, but I don't want to do it alone. I don't want to do any of this alone."

Phil risks the grumbling to wrap both arms around Dan, pulling Dan against his chest in a proper cuddle. "You aren't alone. I'm not going anywhere."

"I know," Dan says. He looks up at Phil, brown eyes wide and full of meaning and close, and Phil momentarily forgets how to breathe. "I know you're gonna be there for whatever I need you to be there for. I just. I want to do it with you, not just... beside you."

There's a chance, however small, that Phil is misreading the situation. He thinks about that and about the choices he'd made that led to this and about Tara's speech, and he decides that he can't keep pushing his hope down like it's an excitable puppy. He lets it consume him, instead, lets the warmth spread through his whole body before he rests his forehead against Dan's in supplication.

Dan doesn't seem to be asking for penance. Dan is asking for something much simpler.

There are a lot of things that Phil loves in this world. Pancakes, Buffy, the way a dog's tail wags when he says hello to them, so many things he could list for days and not even be close to hitting the end. Even so, there's nothing quite like the needy noises that echo around the room when Phil takes Dan's cock deep into his throat, twists his fingers inside Dan, keeps eye contact with Dan to watch the way he falls apart. He watches Dan arch up, sweat beading on his forehead, and feels Dan's hand pushing and pulling in his hair. Dan falling apart - that's what Phil loves most in this world. He can't believe he went so long without it, no matter what his reasons were at the time.

"Like riding a bike," Dan laughs and collapses against Phil's chest. His mouth follows a path from Phil's collarbones to his jaw, ending at his well-abused lips.

Phil grins into the kiss. He wants Dan closer, impossibly. He's got his arms around Dan, Dan's legs bracketing his hips, he's still inside of Dan, but it doesn't feel like enough. They trade lazy, sweaty kisses until Dan eventually starts complaining about needing a shower.

He isn't ready to let go of Dan again, even for a handful of minutes, but that's not a problem - although it hasn't been taken advantage of yet, the shower in this flat is definitely big enough for the two of them.

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