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bcyhoods · 2 months

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hi! can I please request the prompt “caressing the other's cheek softly, hoping to wake them up that way” with steve and shy!reader? maybe it’s their first time waking up together and he’s just so in love?

thank you for the req nonnieeee <333 need him in my bed immediately, thanks! | 0.5k gn!reader

Steve can’t seem to put his finger on it.

Maybe you were born with some sort of super power. Like you’re able to induce serenity with just a touch of your fingertips, a timid press of your lips to his cheek. Or it could be something spiritual. Something about your souls being intertwined due to something living in the stars or the color of your aura or something.

He doesn’t really know. Waking up to you in his bed for the first time makes his brain all fuzzy.

The sun spills in through his blinds and covers every inch of your exposed skin in golden warmth. Your hair is wild, splayed out over his pillowcase — which he’s sure now smells like your shampoo. You’d slowly inched apart from each other during the night, but your hand still rests over his torso, accidentally bunching up the material of his shirt around your fingertips. The longer he lets himself look at you, the harder his heart thrashes around in his chest.

He doesn’t really want to wake you, but he so desperately wants to talk to you. With a tentative hand, he trails up your arm to cup your jaw. His thumb gently passes back and forth over the swell of your cheekbone, reveling in the softness of your skin. A blithe grin hijacks his mouth once he sees you beginning to stir.

“Hmm.” Your hand is gone from his torso to grasp onto his own hand, still just barely caressing your face. You blink a few times, adjusting to the brightness filtering in when you see his face. Warmth settles on his freckled cheeks and paints his skin pink, and it only gets deeper when you give him your own sleepy smile. “Morning.”

“Good morning,” he answers, voice raspy and deep.

He’s looking at you like he can find an answer in your eyes. You might have the entire universe hiding in your pupils. Definitely something akin to stardust shines in them, he swears.

His attention makes you feel lightheaded and your skin burns beneath his touch. You squeeze at his fingers and pucker your lips to fruitlessly keep your nerves at bay, but it produces a kind of upside-down grin that makes him beam and chuckle. You giggle and ask, “What are you doing?”

“Nothin’. Just wanna look at you.”

“Ugh,” you groan and roll your eyes, but the wide smile on your face reveals your secret. Steve Harrington makes your stomach flutter and makes your heart beat so erratically that you can feel it thump and shake against every inch of your body. That’s why you’re quick to shield your face with your hands, muffling your nervous giggles in your palms.

“Oh, stop.” Peeling your hands away from your face, he brings them up to his lips and kisses your knuckles, unceremoniously. The smacking sounds make you laugh, and when he notices, he makes sure to kiss them louder. He stops the assault on your hands to cup them together and press them against his chest.

His heart beats as quickly as yours does.

“I liked sleeping with you,” you tell him with a gummy smile like it was confidential.

“Yeah?”

You’re immediately recognizing the double entendre, but he’s too lovesick to notice. You consume his every thought, it’s impossible to get his mind working accurately. So instead of teasing you, he whispers

“I liked sleeping with you, too, honey.”

#been hoarding this in my drafts cuz i have mixed feelings 🤨#also seeing exactly where i lost steam is so funny #ᝰ cece’s scribbles #steve harrington #stranger things #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington hc #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington x reader #steve stranger things #stranger things fluff #stranger things blurb #stranger things fic #joe keery

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perfinn · 5 months

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ovulating. wrote about john price sunday mornings 👍

“John.”

Your husband responds only with a low grumble, shifting and settling his face back into the pillow beside your head. The two of you are somehow still tangled together as a result of the previous night’s activities.

“John,” you try again, gently scratching your fingers through his hair. This earns you a grumble, but of a slightly different tone. “Need to get up.”

“You don't,” says John, finally lifting his head and opening his eyes. His warm, calloused hand drags gently over your stomach, tugging you ever closer.

“I do. And so do you.”

“It's a Sunday, love,” he insists, pressing lazy kisses to the column of your neck. His beard scratches a bit at your skin, but you don't much mind. You’ve far worse on your thighs. “No school run.”

“No,” you concede. “But the boys’ll be up soon. And no doubt coming to say hello.”

“Brilliant,” he mumbles. “Then we’d best stay right here so they don't miss us.”

“John. We’re naked.”

John lifts his head, taking in the sight of you. You can see in his eyes as he slowly processes the exact implications of your lack of clothes, and you catch the very moment it clicks. He groans, letting his head fall against your shoulder.

“Christ,” he mutters, sluggishly rolling away from you and standing up, giving you a full view of his naked behind. Regrettably, he pulls on a pair of boxers, and hands you a nightgown as he lays back down. You just manage to pull it on when you hear the pitter-patter of feet coming down the hall. John pulls you back to him as the door swings open and your boys bound into the room. Your husband presses a kiss to your temple before opening his arms for your youngest, and you relish the matching delight on their faces.

#the way this was originally meant to be about him and the kids but i lost steam before i could get to them #cod #john price x reader #captain price #captain price x reader #john price #drabbles #my work #fluff #john price fluff

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gothmothgoblin · 8 months

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im tired, im tired of pretending and believing in hair-free karlach & toned/muscly gale. karlach literally has dreads. shes been a prisoner, shes “punk” she would NOT shave her pits. she would not shave her pussy.

HOWEVER!!! gale literally eats magic and has 2 max strength, bro WOULD be chubby. he WOULD have bald pussy. dont fight the truth, lets all be adults here.

#im got banned of off steam discussions for saying this #bg3 spoilers #i only stand for bald pussy lae’zel bc shes alien #but she would be full bush lets be so serious #point me to the fucking CVS the group is buying razors from. No? then where is the fluff!!#bg3 tav #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #balders gate 3 #gale of waterdeep #bg3 gale #bg3 astarion #bg3 #moth.txt #bg3 karlach #karlach

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merantidote-deact · 7 months

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DAY SEVEN: IN ANOTHER LIFE

or the world in which laurance succumbs

#have always loved angst more than fluff sorry #im also a laurance lover. so #ignore the anatomy in this one #i think im losing steam #artists on tumblr #sketch #aphtober #aphmau fanart #mcd fanart #minecraft diaries #aphblr #aphmau #mcd laurance #mcd aphmau #aphtober day 7 #I JUST REALISED I FORGOT HER FRECKLES NO #my art

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x-bluefire-heart-x · 4 months

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Dance at a Feast

Happy New Year everyone! The good thing about having two weeks off from work is that I am able to get some writing done! I'm trying to get drafts done for a lot of fics I have plans for, so I can have some things to post when I go back to work.

Also, please feel free to make requests! I have a list of prompts which is linked below, and a master list that has the fandoms and characters I write for. If there is someone and a something not listed that would like to make a request for, feel free to and I will let you know if I know enough about it to write for it. Also feel free to make requests for this verse!

This is another part in the Covered in Steam verse. A fluffy piece between female reader and Thorin, it is set after Covered in Steam.

Warnings: Talks of a sexual nature. Dain being disrespectful - nothing insane just not acknowledging the reader as the Queen *yes I think this should be a warning*

Tag list: @catt-leya @bunson-burner

Master List

Prompt List

Covered in Steam

You fiddled with the sleeves of your dress tugging them down before pulling them back up and then down again. You glanced at the mirror in Thorin’s, no your chamber you hadn’t slept in the chamber that was yours since that night. You wore a beautiful gown in the colours of the family of Durin, the blue almost matched that of your Kings eyes. Your hair had been left down showcasing the braids and beads that Thorin wove into it every morning. You were nervous, this was the first feast since you were behaving as a true married couple. And you didn’t want to do anything that would embarrass Thorin. Which was why you were concerned about the dress, the shoulders of the dress could sit normally or be pulled down to expose your shoulders and collarbones, and the plunging neckline was lower than what you normally wore but it worked the best with the necklace Thorin had gifted you with on the day you got married, and you hadn’t worn it yet.

“Sister?” you heard Dis’ voice call out from the sitting room next to the bedroom where Thorin received any guests that came to your chambers.

“In here!” you called back, shifting the bodice of the dress a little, unsure about the gauzy material that ran in panels down your ribs before forming into the princess style skirt.

“Oh my,” Dis whispered as she laid eyes on you. “I think you may very well kill my brother in that dress.”

“Is it too much?” you spun around eyes wide with concern as you smoothed down the billowing skirts. “It’s a normal style in my homeland but I know it isn’t overly common amongst the women here.”

“You look stunning my Queen,” Dis assured you as she came to stand in-front of you grabbing your hands. “You do not need to pretend as if the culture and norms of your homeland do not exist, my brother would not expect you to only dress as a dwarven woman.”

“I know he has told me as such, but I just don’t want to…embarrass him in-front of his court, especially since everything between us is still so new,” you nibbled your lower lip before yelping a little as Dis pinched your arm.

“You’ll ruin the makeup,”

“Can’t have that can I?” you laughed, your nerves slowly leaving you in your sister in laws presence. Something she has always managed to do.

“Now, come on,” Dis tugged on you before stopping for a moment. “Wait, you are missing something.” She let go of your hand to go back to your dressing table and lifted the small crown from its resting place to put it on your head. “There.”

You lifted your hand to gently touch the crown as Dis went back to tugging you out of your rooms and towards the main banquet hall. You were still not use to wearing a crown, as you and Thorin both only tended to wear them when you absolutely had to. Such as at a feast welcoming Thorin’s cousin Dain. You could hear the celebrations before the door even came into view, you smiled. Dwarrow truly knew how to throw a feast and celebration.

“Introducing her Highness Princess Dis and her Royal Majesty Queen y/n,” the herald at the doorway announced both you and Dis causing the court to become quiet as Thorin stood from his chair and walked around the table that housed the royals. His eyes burned with a fire as he took in your appearance, you could feel the eyes of every dwarf on you as the king walked towards you and Dis quickly left your side to greet her sons. You could only guess the dwarf sitting on Thorin’s left was his cousin Dain, Lord of the Iron Hills. You briefly caught his eyes only to quickly break eye contact and focus on your husband. Dain had the same colour eyes as Thorin only his were cold and calculating, and you did not like the way he looked at you.

“My wife,” Thorin rumbled, this voice bouncing around the room. “You are a vision.”

You dropped into a small curtsy as your body warmed, your eyes locking onto his as you lifted your head back up. Thorin stepped closer to you to place a kiss upon your lips before gently taking your hand, guiding you to stand in-front of his cousin, who remained seated.

“Cousin, my wife, your Queen,” Thorin’s voice was hard as stone as he noticed the disrespect being shown to you. “Greet her.” Dain’s eyes narrowed before a friendly mask fell over his face as he stood and bowed low to you.

“It’s an honour to finally meet you, Your Majesty,” Dain’s voice didn’t sound overly pleased and you were concerned but you nodded back at him regardless, knowing now was not the time to raise concerns.

“And it is lovely to finally meet you Lord Dain, Thorin has spoken highly of you,” you responded voice soft, your eyes looking at a point over his shoulder as you didn’t want to look into his cold eyes again.

“Come my Queen, you must be hungry,” Thorin’s arm wrapped around your waist and led you away. You smiled gratefully up at Thorin raising on your toes to press your lips to his cheek in thanks. His arm squeezed you in kind, his eyes full of love as he stared down at you.

“Hello aunty mine,” Kili smiled up at you as you walked past. You grinned down at him, unable to resist messing up his hair. Kili pouted up at you as he tried to fix his hair, you dropped a kiss on his head in apology as you did the same to Fili as you walked past. Dis’s sons had been as welcoming as she had when you arrived, always smiling and including you, you were forever grateful for those three Durin’s.

“Aunty,” Fili smiled as you sat down beside him, Dis was in the middle of her two sons, who leaned around her oldest to smile at you. “Don’t worry about Dain. He’s a traditionalist but Uncle doesn’t pay any mind to those old dwarves.” Fili had lowered his voice and leant close to your side. His eyes, the same shade as his uncle was soft and kind as he looked at you. Your heart squeezed at his words.

“Thank you Fili,” you whispered back. “I will keep that in mind.”

“But, should he or any other dwarf look to cause you problems promise that you will let myself, my mother, Kili, Dwalin or Balin know. Of course Thorin should be your first choice but if you cannot find him, you also have us on your side,” Fili added squeezing your arm before letting go and focusing on his food.

You could hear the conversations going on around you as you picked at your food. You never ate much in-front of large crowds, but would always find a plate of food waiting for you in your chambers after a feast. You had always wondered who ensured the staff left it but never thought to investigate it too much.

“Are you alright love?” Thorin asked removing himself from the conversation with Dain to check on you. He had picked up on your added nerves after meeting Dain and wanted to do everything he could to be sure that you were fine.

“I am,” you nodded turning to give Thorin a smile but you could tell from the look on his face that he didn’t buy it. He leaned close enough to whisper into your ear.

“If I had known Dain would show such disrespect to my wife I would never had invited him here,” Thorin promised you. “Tell me at once if he ever does so again or makes you uncomfortable at all. Erebor if your home and you are the Queen.”

“You Durin’s and your need to protect,” you teased nudging your nose against his.

“Oh?”

“Fili just gave me a list of all the dwarves I can tell if Dain or any other dwarf causes me problems,” you explained. “It was pretty much you four and Dwalin and Balin.”

“Hmm,” Thorin hummed his eyes full of pride at your words. “Well, us Durin’s are fiercely protective of those we care about. And once we care for someone it is next to impossible to get rid of us. So I’m afraid my heart, you are stuck with me, and my sister and nephews.”

“Such an imposition that,” you laughed.

“You weren’t thinking I was an imposition this morning,” Thorin growled his eyes darkening as heat filled them. “With my tongue between your thighs.”

“Thorin,” you gasped in shock. “You can’t say things like that here.”

“I am the King,” Thorin shrugged kissing your lips and whispering his next words into your mouth. “I can say such things when I please. And no-one can hear us.”

You playfully glared at him about to say something back when Dain interrupted leaning around Thorin to gain his attention again, sending you a cold look before placing the mask back in place before Thorin could see. Thorin kissed you once more rounding on his cousin, you could hear the harshness in his tone as he spoke in dwarvish. You sipped at your wine, as music started to play, as it always does at a Dwarven feast. The boys beside you quickly stood up looking to find some partners to dance with, Kili raced off instantly looking for Ori. Fili however, hesitated, Dis had left seeking out Balin to discuss some matters.

“My Queen,” Fili said, his voice loud and pointed as he bowed low at his waist holding a hand out. “May I have a dance?”

You grinned up at Fili, standing up and reaching to take his hand but you were pulled tightly against a hard chest. Thorin’s scent surrounding you. Fili smirked, his eyes playfully challenging his uncle, as he continued to wait on your hand.

“My wife will be dancing with me first, nephew,” Thorin’s voice rumbled.

“I think Her Majesty can make that decision, Uncle,” Fili grinned.

“I am honoured Prince Fili,” you grinned, trying to keep your voice regal. “However, I would think you would prefer to seek out someone else to dance…and even maybe court?”

Fili’s face flushed bright red his eyes automatically going towards a dwarven woman that was standing off to the side near Bofur. The look in his eyes was similar to how Thorin would look at you and you knew that maybe you and Dis could do a little pushing.

“I mean…I can’t…” Fili stuttered in an uncommon show of nerves.

“Yes you can nephew,” you encouraged him stepping a little out of the circle of Thorin’s arms but he kept a hold of your hips. “I have seen that young woman look at you, in the same manner you look at her. You are a Durin, take the courage that all you Durin’s seem to possess in enough abundance to take on a Dragon and ask her to dance.”

You felt Thorin’s hands squeeze your hips and his lips pressed into your neck, you could feel the smile that tugged at them. You reached out to squeeze Fili’s hands, forcing his eyes back to yours. The red of his face had calmed down to a light pink.

“Right, yes, true,” Fili nodded.

“You are my heir Fili,” Thorin added reaching out to pat him on the shoulder. “You can do this.”

Fili nodded once more before he turned around and strode towards the woman in question. He forced the Durin swagger into his steps as the two of you watched him in amusement. Thorin tugged you close again turning you around, you smiled up at him wrapping your arms around his neck.

“So, that dance?” you asked. “Better make good.”

“Come along then,” Thorin smirked. Pushing you backwards, you giggled turning around and taking hold of his hand and pulling him onto the space in the middle of the room that was used for dancing.

Thorin spun you around before tugging you close, wrapping his right arm around your waist and grabbing your right hand with his left, you placed your left hand on his shoulder. You allowed him to led you around the floor trusting him to keep you from backing into anyone. The tune was a fast past one, your skirt flying out every time he spun you around quickly. He grabbed both of your hips and lifted you up and turning the two of you before putting you back down and grabbing hold of your hand again to lead you around.

You giggled as your dress managed to hit Kili and Ori on your way past them, you threw an apology over Thorin’s shoulder causing the two young Dwarves to laugh. Thorin couldn’t take his eyes off of you, your eyes were bright with happiness and you had not stopped laughing and smiling since Fili had first asked you for a dance. Your face was flush from your wine and from the dancing, you had danced to two fast paced songs before a slow paced song started to play. Thorin wrapped both his arms around your waist pulling you as close to him as he could get you. You looped your arms around his neck, using one of your hands to tilt his head down, he grinned as he rested his forehead against yours and swayed the two of you in time with music.

“You truly do look beautiful tonight, my Lady,” Thorin whispered. “Seeing you in my colours, I wish to take you from this hall and feast on something else entirely.”

“My King, was this morning and last night not enough?” you asked, stroking the back of his neck, his thick hair covering your movements.

“I will never have enough of you,” Thorin answered. “I will never have enough of your taste, of your body, of you. I will always want you in my arms.”

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star-keepr · 9 months

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hello hello here's another spg brainrot post <3

here's how I think the bots would react to u if u were overstimulated/overwhelmed

Rabbit: would immediately try distracting you with more chaos in an attempt to make you laugh. this has a 50% success rate and if she realizes it isn't working she'll just hug you silently till you stop crying, afterward offering things like snacks or sharing her own shortcomings. if necessary, the comfort movies will be used.

The Spine: notices your discomfort rather quickly and takes you away from the situation. he'll do the best he can to give you advice or try to help in some way (if you're crying/hyperventilating) and generally keep your surroundings quiet. he can be a little awkward with this as it isn't something he's typically used to, but helps u anyways because he's a cool robot :]. will try to take your mind off things with coversation of movies, music, dinosaurs, anything he can think of, listening intently to whatever you say. if you say you need anything (blankets, tissues, etc) he'll get it for you, but chances are if you know each other he'll already have those ready for you.

Hatchworth: wouldn't really pick up on your discomfort until you had to leave or you physically started crying/hyperventilating. means well though, and once he notices you're not doing alright he'll take you somewhere small to hide (a fort, under a table, behind a bookshelf) and ask you questions about why you're sad and why you do this. he has no malice behind his queries, he genuinely wants to understand how/why you do this and if he can help prevent it in the future. by the time you finish explaining things to him you'll likely to have calmed down, and then he'll offer a mystery sandwich. you must accept, even if you don't eat it.

Zer0: your mood is his mood. if he finds you upset or overwhelmed, he has a magic way of always understanding. he will provide you with hugs and silent comfort, possibly even crying a bit himself. a great bot to go to if you need physical comfort, or just to know someone else understands. will offer you his favorite dinosaur toys that he definitely didn't steal from Spine.

The Jon: taken aback at first by the sight of you, but will waste no time in bringing you either outside or to a pillow fort he made, staying close to you the entire time and keeping some sort of physical contact (i.e., hand on your arm, touching shoulders, just to remind you he's there and not going anywhere). will listen intently and happily talk to you for hours, not minding if you have a hard time responding (he'll wait patiently for you to respond). I mentioned that he does this in my headcanons list, but he'd definitely give you lil platonic kisses all over your face and hands. would also shower you with stuffies and things he finds around the area you two are in, trying to smile in hopes it will be infectious. if desired, he'll tell you whimsical stories and adventures of his time in Biscuit Town.

Upgrade: would offer if you wanted to rule alongside her (everyone knows she's a princess) in her kingdom, and would ramble on about your new royal duties and what her imaginary kingdom is like. she wouldn't really care if you listen or not, but you are expected to at least nod or acknowledge her. she'll let you have varying amounts of power over the kingdom depending on how sad you are.

#steam powered giraffe #spg #spgiraffe #the jon spg #spg the jon #the spine #rabbit spg #spg the spine #the spine spg #spg rabbit #zer0 spg #spg zer0 #spg upgrade #upgrade spg #headcanon #fluff #<3 #spg fluff

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str33tydr1ft · 3 months

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{▪︎ To take a long break from the chaos, the islands two oldest engines found an old branchline rarely used by the other engines. It had a beautiful view of the ocean, and the two often travelled there during the sunsets. They found it to be a relaxing trip, and travelled there almost everyday when the sun was due to set. ▪︎}

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adalwolfgang · 1 year

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𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭! 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 (𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞) 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧/𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭/𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞. 𝐈𝐦 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝. 𝐈𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐦𝐞.

𝐁𝐨 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫 (𝐇𝐨𝐖) 𝐉𝐢𝐦𝐜𝐡𝐢 𝐀𝐒𝐌𝐑 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐧 (𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐨𝐭𝐝) 𝐆𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐦 𝐃𝐂 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬/𝐈𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱: 𝐎𝐩𝐞𝐧

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞:

𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 (𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐀𝐠𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐩; 𝐁𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝟏𝟖, 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜, 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭)

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

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𝐈 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡….

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𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐪𝐮𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 (𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐭)

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞:

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swbumblebee · 1 year

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Cody looked up and down the empty street, once again wondering when he’d lost his mind. It was probably the day on Kamino when a soggy ginger Jedi entered his life.

“C’mon General hurry up” he muttered to himself, rubbing his hands together watching his breath mist in the Coruscant winter air. At this low level, with the dark outline of the temple looming in front of him, waiting alone in the dark in his civvies was a very spooky experience.

A metallic clang and the creek of a door made him jump and turn in relief, his Jedi approaching with an apologetic smile and a robe in his hands.

“I’m so sorry Cody, I couldn’t get Mace to leave!” he explained hurriedly, helping the freezing trooper into the cloak and taking Cody’s hands in his own, rubbing quickly.

“Come on, come on in” the harried man ushered him towards the small nondescript doorway, almost perfectly blending in with the grubby walls, old crates and general detritus that characterised this part of the city.

“Where…” Cody looked at the dark passage ahead of them as the door closed with a squeak and a clang behind them. “Where does this lead? I still don’t know why I couldn’t just use the front door we could have come up with some cover!” he said, only slightly irritated at the whole palaver.

“Ahhh but you see his charming maintenance passage leads straight into the Steam Pipe Trunk Distribution Venue, my dear” his infuriating Jedi took his hand, and Cody could see his cheeky smirk and sparkling eyes by the blue light of his ‘sabre.

The clone frowned and allowed himself to be pulled along.

“The Steam Pipe….” He trailed off, a memory surfacing all of a sudden.

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“…Yeah well, Obi-Wan lives in the airing cupboard.”

General Skywalker smirked at his mentor, a conversation that had started out with Rex’ innocent question about life in the temple was rapidly going the way of all other Kenobi-Skywalker conversations. Descending into bickering and teasing.

Cody shook his head ruefully.

“Excuse me! It is not the airing cupboard, it’s the Steam Pipe Trunk Distribution Venue.” The irritated Master in question snapped before correcting himself; “And it’s not the steam pipe distribution venue, it’s my flat!”

Ahsoka giggled and General Skywalker snorted. Cody watched Rex’ expression mirror his own of surprise.

He’d never seen inside his General’s temple flat, though he’d imagined it a number of times. But he was a fairly unimaginative person and it always ended up being the Generals office but with more meditation mats and even more robes everywhere.

He had, though, always assumed it was fairly large and high quality. A classy place for a classy man.

“Master Obi-Wan you really need a bigger space. What if me and Skyguy want to pop in?” she asked imploringly.

“Ye,s such a shame that’s just not possible” the senior Jedi muttered into his tea, just loud enough for Cody to hear.

Out loud he answered.

“I know my dear, but it's home and I like it. Force Knows Plo keeps trying to bully me into moving, but it was the only one available when I got my seat, and now I can’t be bothered” he explained blithely to Cody and Rex.

Both his young Jedi charges rolled their eyes.

“And it’s lovely and warm” General Kenobi said defensively.

“Sure Master, airing cupboards are. Ow!”

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Cody smiled at the memory (and the look on Skywalkers face when Obi-Wan, in a surprisingly petty move, jabbed him with a fork) and comprehension dawned.

A new eagerness spurred him onwards.

“Oh the Steam Pipe Trunk Distribution Venue, I’ve always wanted to see that” he said, pulling his sneaky Jedi into a laughing kiss.

#Snippet Of Nothing #Obi-Wan Kenobi #Cody #Codywan #Concept of the Steam Pipe Trunk Distribution Venue #lovingly stolen from #The West Wing #Master Kenobi #Fluff #obi-wan fanfic

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metaphorical-goblin · 11 months

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Trucy, Phoenix, and Miles - Her Favorite Room

Trucy has a favorite room.

It is, perhaps, a strange thing to have, but her fathers have never told her as such, so she doesn’t believe it to be anything other than what it is: a preference.

This room is big and warm (most of the time). The walls are a light-brownish color, and the lamps always keep it softly lit. There are coffee mugs and teacups that sit on dressers and end tables, loose paperwork and half-finished books taking up the free spaces. A pretty bench sits in the wall, pressed up against a window, with books lining the shelves on the bottom and heavy curtains that Trucy can close whenever she wants. She likes those quiet moments just after the curtains settle, when the dust mites bob in the sunlight and she can streeetch out on the bench, basking in the warm afternoon heat as she cracks open the old tome she stole from her papa’s shelf.

If this room could talk, it would have plenty to say about shelves. They stood tall alongside the walls, lined with books that Trucy could read at about her height, and books she never had an interest in much, much higher, detailing legal codes and mystery fiction and scary stories she read with her daddy on occasions. She especially liked the strip of dark wood in between the plush carpet and the shelf, where she could perfectly rest her feet without any overlap.

Not all the shelves had books, which was a nice touch. Some of them had figures, plants, photos, knick-knacks and trinkets alike, all ready for someone to fiddle with or reminisce over.

Trucy especially loves the photos. They always make her heart swell with glee, seeing the smiling faces of her family staring back at her.

The bed on the opposite side of the wall is also a welcoming presence. It is almost too tall for her to reach, with plush blankets and long, soft pillows and comfortable creases from years and years of use. Sometimes she likes to sneak under the covers and curl up underneath the pile, holding herself in the cool darkness of the squishy mattress.

The bed is not her most favorite part about this room, though.

Her most favorite part is its occupants.

The door creaked as she crept inside, the soft morning light not yet breaking through the curtains.

Phoenix sat up groggily, blinking the sleep away and taking in the eight-year-old figure standing in his doorway.

Trucy asked a simple question, and Phoenix pushed Miles aside, making space between the two of them for their daughter to wriggle her way inside.

With her head on a stolen pillow, her papa’s hand gently scratching her back and her daddy’s arm wrapped around all three of them, holding them safe and secure, Trucy gave a big sigh of relief.

Yeah. This really was her favorite room.

#ace attorney #phoenix wright #miles edgeworth #narumitsu #trucy wright #phoenix and trucy #fanfic #fluff #writing propmts #working on an actual project but just wanted to write something short and descriptive to blow off some steam #I will post something for May I promise #probably

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aylinaliens · 1 year

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what bl do you recommend for someone who never manages to watch more than three episodes of the bl series out there, doesn't like super cheesy romance so the thai white-shirted boys don't work, doesn't want too much hot and heavy stuff so kinnporsche doesn't work, doesn't want pointless second hand embarrassment, doesn't want sexuality discovery, doesn't want women constantly trying to break the couple, wants to laugh a little but doesn't want a comedy, a bl for someone very picky who just wants to have a good time honestly. i've tried a lot of bls but all of them seem like the same thing over and over. i'm almost hopeless in finding a bl to watch and i'm asking because the way i see it you're quite the expert on the area

Hello anon!! I feel your pain :( I was in like a year slump when it came to BL because everything seemed to mesh together. It can feel hopeless but you just have to find that “one” to pull you in. Unfortunately, it sometimes takes a lot of trial and error. I went through and complied a list of BL that hopefully you haven’t tried seen before. But definitely try to experiment with BL from different countries because each country has different “niches.” I really hope one of these works for you though <3

He’s Coming to Me (8ep x 75min || Youtube)

In this short supernatura Thai romance BL, a young man (Thun, played by Ohm Pawat), tries to help a kind ghost (Mes, played by Singto Prachaya) figure out the mystery behind his death. As they work on unraveling secrets, discovering betrayal, and navigating life (slash the afterlife), Mes and Thun fall in love. If you like your BL to be heartwarming & wholesome (but not too sweet it’ll give you cavities) with a dose of angst give HCTM a try. *HCTM is still one of the most underrated BL out there. It does have a tad bit of sexuality discovery but it’s handled in a very nuance and beautiful way.

History 2: Right or Wrong (8ep x 25min || Viki)

One of the more underappreciated additions to the HIStory series, History 2: Right or Wrong gives us a BL about a divorced single father and a college student. It has found family, age gap (done in a healthy manner), and wonderfully fleshed-out characters. If you like a more mature romance that isn't heavy on the Kinnporsche-level steamy skinship, domestic fluff that actually has a plot, and characters actually going through character development I highly rec History 2: Right or Wrong.

GAYA SA PELIKULA/Like in the Movies (8ep x 30min || Youtube)

Gaya Sa Pelikula came out during the Great Wave of 2020 PINOY BLs and it still holds its stop as my #1 BL during that year. I know you want to avoid sexuality discovery but I still had to include this for the simple fact that it's top-notch. Gaya Sa Pelikua is about Karl and Vlad, two different people from two different walks of life who ends up living as housemates for awhile. Karl is suffocating under the pressure of his family while Vlad is getting over a breakup. They intially don’t get along but as time goes by they help each other actually live rather than just going through the motion. If you like your BL to be packed with emotion and to actually discuss LGBTQ+ issues in a frank manner please go watch this. I know you dislike coming out stories but Gaya Sa Pelikula is one of the best of the best of the BL genre because it’s so much more than that.

Not Me (14ep x 45min || Youtube)

White and Black (both played by Gun Atthaphan) has a close connection but are seperated when they are children: one stays with their mother in Thailand while the other moves to Russia with their father. Years later, White returns to Thailand after Black is viciously attacked and sent into a coma. Since his brother hung around with a ‘sketchy’ gang, he decides to pretend to be his brother to find out what truly happens. This is a BL that is not solely focused on romance (although the romance that is shown is wonderful). It’s groundbreaking because it’s not just a silly college BL: it discusses real issues that are happening in Thailand today such as corruption, inequality, politics, etc. If you like your BL to have complex/layered characters & plots, give Not Me a try.

Ghost Host, Ghost House (8ep x 57min || Youtube)

This recent Thai BL is about Kevin, a live-streamer who is passionate about ghost hunting. He ends up moving in with some relatives who end up being ghosts (irony) and meets Pluem. Neither of the protags are ghost but this does dish into trauma and grief. However, it’s not super angsty or anything like that because the natural chemistry between the characters is solid. This is more of a character driven BL but that’s what makes it so good. We get to learn about all the characters and connect to them, which makes it painful when you have to say goodbye (but don’t fear, again, the two protags are alive). If you like your BL to be a bit eerie and heartwarming at the same time give Ghost Host, Ghost House a try!!

Triage (13ep x 44min || AIS Play)

In this time loop romance BL, Tinn is a doctor who, one day, finds himself repeating the same day over and over. Since he fails at saving one of his patients, Tol, the only way to stop the time loop is to actually save him. Mature BL that doesn’t focus on high school kids or set in college are honestly the way to go. The plots are meaty and just because the characters are older that doesn’t mean that super steamy skinship is required. I just started this yesterday so I’m not finished but so far I highly recommend it. Again, if you like BL that isn’t solely focused on romance please give Triage a try!!

3 Will Be Free (10ep x 50min || Youtube)

3wbf is not really a BL but it’s going on the list because it’s criminally underrated. Without giving away too much of the plot, 3wbf essentially gives us a canon poly relationship between a stripper, the son of a mafia boss, and a gogo bar manager. It gives us a trans character who is not played for laughs and has a legit powerful plotline complete with romance. Everything about 3wbf is top tier. From the acting to the plot to the characters to the cinematography.

Blueming (11ep x 14min || IQIYI)

Blueming is a well loved BL for a reason: it’s amazing. Despite being short, it manages to tell a coherent and interestig story. It’s not just a silly romance, it’s intimate and talks about heavy things like insecurities...yet the audience does not get weighed down with angst. If you like more nuanced or quiet BL that focuses on characters are indiviuals themselves, their family relations, and their relationship as a couple do give Blueming a try!

To My Star 1 & 2 (9ep x 15min || Viki)

Two polar opposites: a famous actor who is going through a rough patch meets and falls for a young chef, end up falling in love. This has a second season which I didn’t watch yet but I still heard good things about it. If you like the cohabitation trope and want to see two wonder characters blossom as individuals go check this out!

Old Fashion Cupcake (5ep x 25min || Viki)

Once again, BL that focuses on adults in the workplace are top tier. Old Fashion Cupcake follows 39-year old Nozue who is just going through the same motions in life. He ends up falling in love with his subordinate at work who is ten years his junior. Old Fashion Cupcake feels like being wrapped in a big blanket as you munch on your favorite comfort food. It’s soft and lovely and genuinely amazing. The way these characters build each other up. If you like realistic BL and character driven stuff, give this short JBL a try!

Cherry Magic (12ep x 24min || IrozukuSubs)

I won’t lie to you, Cherry Magic is mostly fluff but I had to include it. In case you have yet to give this a try, please do. The premise is bonkers: Adachi is a 30 year old virigin who gains the ability to read minds when people touch him. He ends up finding out that his coworker, Kurosawa has been pining for him for years. Do you like your BL to have respectful, wonderful, and relatable characters? Do you like to occasionally turn off your brain and watch something that is silly but full of heart? Cherry Magic proves that sometimes you don’t need an elaborate plot to be interesting. You just need sweet characters and an even sweeter romance. *Cherry Magic also has a few specials + film out!!*

Here are some other BL I recommend but do let me know if there are any other certain genres you like/dislike! This is not my full list, just the ones that avoid the things you dislike. ** are the ones that are some of my top favorites

I Told Sunset About You

Bad Buddy**

Mr. Unlucky Has No Choice but to Kiss

Semantic Error

Light on Me**

Manner of Death**

Papa & Daddy**

Vice Versa**

My Tooth Your Love

A Tale of A Thousand Stars**

You Make Me Dance

Be Loved in the House: I Do

We Best Love: No. 1 For You

History 2: Crossing the Line**

Utsukushii Kare

Something in My Room

Dear Doctor I’m Coming for Your Soul

Given

Long Time No See

Fukou-kun wa Kiss Suru Shikanai

Where Your Eyes Linger

Amerio Paradox**

The New Employee**

Choco Milk Shake**

HIS**

Kinou Nani Tabeta? (What Did You Eat for Dinner Yesterday)**

#kay answers #bl recs #i stuck with JBL & bl where romance is more of an important secondary plot since you don't care for pure fluff or KP-level steam #i hope this helps!! please feel free to keep me updated because i would love to know what you think!!#he's coming to me #history 2 right or wrong #triage #not me the series #gaya sa pelikula #3 will be free #cherry magic! thirty years of virginity can make you a wizard?!#ghost host ghost house #blueming #to my star #old fashion cupcake #lovely anons 💌

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coldercreation · 1 year

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“That will be rough on your knees, pet,” Kit said quietly, reaching out a hand to bury in Nathan’s unruly hair. The office had the same hardwood floors as the rest of the flat, and the small rug in the room didn’t reach under the chair and the desk. “The pillows are on the sofa…”

Nathan leaned his head against Kit’s palm, nose finding the secondary scent gland on his wrist. The silently puffing breaths felt ticklish on Kit’s skin, but the sensation disappeared when Nathan firmly rubbed his cheek over the scent-source in clear mine - mine - want.

“‘s okay, I like it… like this, I mean,” Nathan said then, looking away from Kit’s eyes just to mouth over his wrist a little, nibbling before a soft bite.

Kit’s chest rumbled.

Nathan’s omega responded with an airy, barely there whimper.

“Y’like it when it hurts a little?” Kit asked, voice roughened by the growl. His fingers twisted into Nathan’s hair as if they had a mind of their own, but he didn’t take it further from there, just left it as a hint of a suggestion.

(--)

KIT-NAT | Rating: E | Current word count: 3729

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kccarmine · 6 months

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💐🧡✂️The Flower Arrangement - MM romance

Flirting by means of flower bouquets doesn’t guarantee success, and Brendan learns that the hard way.

🔗 mybook.to/TheFlower

☀️✂️ sunshine hairdresser 🐻💐big bear florist 🌲 pining 🧡 friends to lovers 💦 steamy tub 🍆 piercing 🏳️‍🌈 MM 🥰 HEA

Heartbroken after a bitter divorce, Brendan finds solace in running his beloved flower shop. His vow to think twice before jumping into a new relationship becomes hard to keep when he meets Hugh, a flamboyant hairstylist with skilful hands and a cheeky smile.

Hugh has finally succeeded in opening his own salon, but the glow of his success is overshadowed by not having anyone to celebrate it with. When brawny, six-foot-three Brendan appears on his doorstep with a bouquet of exquisite flowers, Hugh is tempted to break his no-dating-clients rule. Their Friendship blooms fast, and Hugh resigns himself to another straight-boy crush.

One kiss changes everything though. Hugh’s world is set on fire, and even if Brendan gets cold feet, Hugh isn’t about to let go of what could be love.

A story of second chances, idiots in love, and steamy jacuzzi scenes. A standalone book 1 (novella) introducing the series of MM books from the contemporary Pursuit of Love series. 💐🧡✂️

#k. c. carmine #The Flower Arrangement #contemporary romance #spicy mm romance #mmromance #mm novel #mm romance #novella #friends to lovers #Hugh and Brendan #florist #hairdresser #size difference #fluff #steam

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mysticdragon3md3 · 2 months

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Thinking about Asian Goldenheart, telling Nimona to let them clean her ears after her shower. And she comes back as a lion or something with big fuzzy ears just to make it more difficult for them. lol

#headcanons #domestic fluff #random thoughts #asiangoldenheartnf #ambrbalnf #pinkfluidnf #did all asian moms clean their kids' ears after the shower steam softens earwax or was that just my mom?#also did your mom use the tiny brass scooper? or the long bamboo scooper?#Ballister or Ambrosius putting away the tiny ear cleaners and getting giant cotton balls for Nimona's big lion ears lol #asian american #beingasyano

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134340am · 2 years

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for the madeup fic game, idk why my brain immediately thought of the words "banana bread" but here i am with the title "banana bread" if you can think of anything 😂

hello my pretty rae! happy tuesday <3

for banana bread, i'm thinking of a light-hearted crack fic where bokuto is cursed at birth to drop any and all foods that he compliments after the first bite.

it started when he was a kid, just a little guy at the park chomping down on some ice cream on a hot summer's day. he's saved up enough to try a new flavour—today's treat is strawberry ice cream encased in a thin layer of mochi. "yum," he mutters to himself after the first bite: a small, tentative one, where he rolls the flavour about on his tongue afterwards. when he goes in for a second, bigger bite, he drops his ice cream.

fuck.

bokuto swears by his dad's toast. it somehow tastes better, though it's just toast? the outside is a stunning golden brown, the balance between the crunchy crust and the pillowy insides is perfect, and the little pad of butter his dad slides on top the hot toast is just the right amount—enough to coat the entire surface of his breakfast without getting it soggy and greasy.

"it's just toast, but it's awesome every single time, pa," he once said through a generous mouthful of said toast, before his fingers twitch and his breakfast goes barrelling towards the floor.

gravity 1, bokuto 0.

(screw this shit, he hates it here.)

he's mindful of his compliments to the chef now. pizza, beef rice bowls, cold soba in the summer and hot oden in the winter: whatever he's eating, bokuto's careful to express his appreciation for the food only after he's had at least half of it.

until he met you.

the humble bakery down the street serving the freshest pastries has been the fruit of your labour for the past five years. lemon pound cake, pain au chocolat, darling little vanilla cupcakes and giant chocolate chip cookies—your menu is sure to satisfy anyone with a sweet tooth. your best seller, however, is your banana bread: the caramelised exterior and fluffy interior, in addition to the overpowering smell that wafts through the street every morning, had people queueing up long before your bakery opens.

bokuto is no exception.

he's almost in tears when he tries your banana bread for the first time, teeth sinking into the crispy crust to find the soft sponge underneath and a satisfied hum already brewing in the back of his throat.

before he can help himself, he speaks, "this is the best banana bread i've ever had."

shitshitshit, he shouldn't have said that.

bokuto cringes, awaiting the familiar numbness to take over his fingers, awaiting the dreaded fall of the delicious banana bread from his hand...

...but it never comes.

when he opens his eyes, he's puzzled to find the golden-brown square still intact between his thumb and index finger. huh, that's weird.

"this banana bread is— it's, um. amazing. delicious. wonderfully tasty," he tries, eyes fixated on the dessert. he even takes another bite for good measure, nibbling at the corner where a bit of caramelised crust has formed. he starts rambling when nothing happens. "this banana bread is lovely. i'd eat it everyday, for breakfast and lunch and dinner. maybe even supper, but my trainer says i shouldn't eat too late or i'll mess up my circular rhythm. my circulator rhythm? what's the damn word— anyways, this is good. like, great good."

nothing happens. his little slice of banana bread, now down to a piece the size of his thumb, sits unharmed in his hands.

a grin breaks across his face, lighting up the room almost immediately. "holy shit!"

"holy shit is right, sir." you slide into the seat opposite his, armed with another slice of banana bread on a plate. your smile mirrors his, amusement decorating your pretty features, and bokuto feels his heart rate pick up even more—something he didn't know was possible.

"i'm glad you like my banana bread. it's our bestseller, and you probably know that, but nobody's really complimented it the way you have." you laugh good-naturedly, sliding the plate across the table. bokuto's eyes flick from your face to the bread and back, heart soaring.

"well, i hope you know i was telling the truth," he starts, almost shyly. "would you, um, like to share this piece?"

send me a made-up fic title and i'll tell you what i would write to go with it!

#omfggggggg this turned into a whole ass DRABBLE i am so sorry rae i got carried away... >o<#but yes!!! this is a fic i would write (and have now written i guess) if banana bread was the title #inspired by how for the longest time i'd drop whatever i was eating if i complimented it after the first bite #i'm still mourning my garlic bread... and steamed corn... and chicken skewer.... that i've dropped in the past...#anyways thank you so so much for asking <3 i hope you liked this! heh #okay i'm gonna tag so i don't let my hard work go to waste heh don't mind meeeee #bokuto x reader #bokuto kotaro x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #bokuto fluff #yuna writes #ask yuna #beloved rae

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The Truth In Your Skin

Chapter 3 is a sweet holiday party! @taelonsamada gave me the idea since I was struggling with fluff ideas for Solstice Week.

I also added a slow burn tag to this fic because David/Darlin are inching along...

The Truth In Your Skin - 3

posted here and over on ao3.

Darlin stood in the bathroom at the bar and tried not to think about crawling out the window and making a run for it. No. No. They were not chicken. They had shown up, they would stay.

Oh god, but it had been so hard to show up. It had been so hard to get out of their car and walk into that fantastic dive of a bar decked out with an assortment of cheap holiday decorations.

Asher’s eyes had about bugged out of his head when he saw them, almost falling out of his chair when he got up. Sweetheart had pointed and laughed at him like he might as well have. There was no going back then. And there was no climbing out the window now.

They washed their hands and went back out. David and Milo had arrived, filling out the table with a seat left for them. At least it was in the corner. At least they didn’t have to wedge into a booth and deal with that trapped feeling.

They’d only been working at the shop for a couple of months but it was the season and they had always got together at the same bar on the same night afterwork ever since it opened. Tradition. How could they blow that off? What if they took it as a sign that Darlin didn’t want to work with them? That they were never going to say yes to any of the weekly invites Asher or Milo threw their way?

They hadn’t said yes to any of them. They had stopped saying no though. They shrugged and sometimes say maybe. They really meant that maybe the last couple times too. They wanted to go almost as much as they didn’t want to go. They didn’t used to shy away from people before. They weren’t this person.

Maybe that was what had convinced them to push themselves into going to this get together? Plus it was out in public and not at anyone’s house.

Darlin sat down at the round table between Asher and Sweetheart. Sweetheart pushed a beer in front of them but never broke off in their tirade about…cranberries?

“It’s the disrespect!” Sweetheart thumped their hand on the table, earning a few curious looks from strangers but no one in the conversation seemed the least bit surprised. Milo was practically mooning over them, while Asher rolled his eyes.

“No one likes cranberries, get over it!” Asher said.

Darlin touched the beer, turning it back and forth. They looked up, half listening, and realized David was sitting across from them. For a split second, they met his gaze. His eyes were so dark and so unreadable. He looked away first and Darlin was grateful.

“How dare you!” Sweetheart gasped.

Milo tried not to smile but failed miserably. The conversation descended into a plate-by-plate judgement of holiday dishes, branching out into different family traditions, and somehow returning to a heated argument about whether cranberries really deserved their place at the table.

“If it was so fucking good, why would we only eat it once a year, Sweets?” Asher demanded, his voice raised in mock fury.

David hid a smile behind the lip of his beer.

“Asher…Are you about to tell me that pumpkin pie is shit because it’s seasonal?”

Asher thumped his beer down and jerked his chair back. “You shut your mouth…”

Milo leaned back to catch Darlin’s eye around Sweetheart. “Asher’s a slut for pumpkin spice.”

“Asher’s a slut for everything,” Asher countered, offended.

Sweetheart smirked, leaning back in their chair. “Speaking of, how is that hot guy you’ve been working on?”

Asher blinked.

“You’re going to have to be more specific,” David helped.

Sweetheart laughed, draining their beer before sliding to their feet. “You know which one, Ash…”

Asher continued to look innocent. Darlin wasn’t sure how he did that when he definitely wasn’t innocent. Just in the time they’d been working at the shop, they’d noticed how Asher flirted and how many people stopped by just to say hi to him or ask him out. It seemed that just about every time he left work on a date, it was with a different person. And yet, even Darlin was pretty sure they knew which one of his clients Sweetheart was referring to.

“I don’t sleep with my clients,” Asher said with a shrug.

Sweetheart grinned wolfishly. “Which is to say, you’re not done with that back piece of his yet…”

Asher looked away like he hadn’t heard that, but Darlin saw the hint of color creeping high on his cheekbones. Or maybe that was the glow of Christmas lights?

Sweetheart hummed and Milo rose from his chair, the two leaving the table to make their way across the room to the bar.

“Want to know how tonight is going to play out?”

Darlin tensed, the ghost of a voice echoing Asher’s in their head. “Want to know what’s going to happen tonight, Misfit?”

Darlin swallowed the beer in their mouth, eyes flicking over Asher’s face. Not Quinn. Not an ounce of malice in those bright eyes. They nodded once.

Asher’s smile grew and he tipped his beer to point toward the bar. “Milo is going to keep nursing that beer he’s holding, even though he’s nowhere near his limit and Sweetheart is going to drink more than they usually would, just a step past tipsy. And then Sweetheart will either start a bar fight or get sleepy and ask Milo to get them home.”

Darlin watched the two at the bar. Sweetheart was getting shots and Milo was at their side, the two in an endless conversation that Darlin wasn’t sure had stopped since they met the two.

“But first Sweetheart is going to push a couple rounds of shots. How do you hold tequila?”

Darlin shrugged and took another sip of their beer.

David watched Darlin work on the same beer for over an hour, even after tossing back the tequila shot Sweetheart had handed them. He was worried they’d feel pressured to drink because Sweetheart and Asher were going hard, but they seemed fine and no one pointed out their pace or tried to shove another drink their way.

The bar got louder as more people flowed in and their table crowded with empties. Darlin stood up at one point and David thought they’d leave, but instead they pulled their hoodie off. When they did, it pulled their t-shirt up their stomach for a few seconds. A flash of skin. The lush strokes of a tattoo over their left side, curling from ribs and lower, from their hip. He didn’t know if it was traveling up or down their body. He didn’t get much of a look, even in those seconds, because the sharp, hard lines of another tattoo poked out from the hem on the right side of their stomach, like pieces of broken black teeth reaching for the top of their jeans. It didn’t fit. Even at a glance, he could tell that work didn’t belong with all the delicate lines and watercolor splashes on their arm and neck. Those edges looked rough and rushed.

Darlin pulled their shirt back down into place and dropped their hoodie over the back of their chair, sitting back down. Asher whistled and nudged his chin at them. “This looks like your work. Did you do all of it?” He asked Darlin about their arm now that they were in a short sleeve and most of it was finally visible.

David knew Asher would have normally reached out and touched the arm. He was a contact person. But he didn’t, because he was also the sort of person who paid attention to people and nothing about Darlin had invited any of them to get handsy.

Darlin looked momentarily confused before realizing what he was on about and nodding. They held out their arm casually enough. “Yeah.”

Asher leaned in, honestly interested. He lifted a hand. “Can I?”

Darlin shrugged, picking up their beer with their free hand. Asher took their arm by the elbow, turning it this way and that to get a look at the intersecting designs that traveled from between the blades of their fingers, over the back of their hand, and then all the way up their arm to the side of their neck.

David’s hand flexed under the table, wishing he was the one touching that arm but not wanting to think about why. Definitely just because it was a chance to get a close up look at some good work…

They hadn’t used any of those tattoos in their portfolio. Did they really not think they were good enough or did they not want to take pictures of themself?

“You really did all this on yourself?” Sweetheart asked. David could tell they were resisting the urge to lean in on Darlin too, not wanting to crowd them.

“Yeah. Downtime gets boring.”

David couldn’t help but notice how naked their right arm looked. Not a single tattoo on their dominant arm. Because they couldn’t do it themselves? Had anyone else ever tattooed them anywhere? His mind strayed back to the hard edges of ink he’d glimpsed but he shook it off and finished his beer.

He got up to go get a new one, forcing himself not to stare and study the tattoos on Darlin’s skin, no matter how much he wanted to—no matter how much he’d wanted to since he first saw them walk into his shop.

“Me too!” Sweetheart shouted over the sounds of the bar at his back.

David tossed an arm up so they’d know he heard and not keep shouting. He wedged through the crowd thick at the bar and waited, still thinking about Darlin’s skin. He shouldn’t be. He knew that. Just like he shouldn’t be watching them work as much as he found himself doing. They relaxed when they were working, focus fixed and shoulders finally easing.

He tongued the ring in his lip, thinking about that knot of tissue on Darlin’s mouth and the scar on their cheek.

A body pressed to his back and an arm curled over his shoulder. He knew it was Asher just by the weight of him leaning against him. And maybe because who else would be that audaciously familiar with him? “Have you ordered?” he asked.

David shook his head, nudging his chin toward the bartender dealing with a group on the other side of the bar.

“Great! Order Sweets and cranberry juice?”

David raised an eyebrow and looked at his friend practically resting his chin on his shoulder. “Just juice?”

Asher nodded, grinning. “Yeah. They’d like it if it had liquor in it. Just juice.”

He nodded and when the bartender did come their way, he ordered two beers and a glass of cranberry juice.

“Are you mad?” Asher asked, voice quieter. David only even heard him because they were so close.

David jerked a little in surprise, looking at his best friend. “What?”

Asher smiled but there was a hint of doubt in the turn of his lips. “I wasn’t flirting with them.”

David stared. He had never once gotten mad at Asher for flirting with anyone. Not when they were teens, not when he had absolute shit taste, not in the shop, not fucking ever. Asher never crossed a line—he never flirted in a way that bothered the person he was talking to. “What the fuck are you—”

“Darlin,” Asher said.

David felt heat climb his neck and his whole body tensed. Asher knew. He knew something David wasn’t even willing to know yet. “I don’t care.”

Asher stared at him. No smile. His weight left David when he straightened. Finally he exhaled, lips quirking again. “Really?” He sounded like he might be taking it as a challenge, but also like he was a little disappointed.

David looked away. He grabbed the drinks the bartender had put down.

Asher knew.

Knew what, exactly?

He turned and handed Asher the class of cranberry juice, but didn’t let go when his friend took it. Their eyes met again. “I don’t know,” he said, amending his previous claim of “I don’t care” that neither of them were buying. Asher nodded at that, accepting it, but David added. “I am never going to be mad at you for being you.”

Asher’s eyes widened a little and the edges of his smile softened.

David let go of the glass and they walked back to the table.

Sweetheart was arguing with Milo over something neither of them really cared about, the conversation breaking when Sweetheart reached for the glass Ash had slid in front of them. They blinked at it, eyes already a little glassy from a couple shots. “What—” they broke off when they realized what it must be, gaze snapping up to Asher across the table from them.

“Your favorite.” Asher grinned big and went back to his beer.

Sweetheart flipped him off and then downed the whole glass in a few swallows.

Darlin laughed. It was the smallest laugh, smothered under the ruckus of the bar, but he was sure everyone at their table heard it like a bell ringing on the stillest night. Darlin had never laughed in front of any of them.

Milo was quick to kick up another mock argument before Darlin could realize they had all paused to notice it.

The night played out more or less the way Asher had predicted. Asher went home with someone who had been making eyes at him from the bar for the last half hour. He’d go back to their apartment. He usually did, if they even made it that far.

Eventually Milo scooped Sweetheart up over his shoulder and they all headed out. He promised to get them home safely, like anyone had ever doubted it.

And then it was just David and Darlin.

“Do you want a ride?” they asked, flicking a ring of keys against their palm.

They had their hoodie back on and their gaze meeting his for increasing stretches of seconds at a time. The air was making clouds between them when they breathed. It might snow.

It wasn’t so far that David couldn’t just walk it, but he suddenly didn’t want to. “Do you mind?”

Darlin huffed, almost a smile, almost a laugh. “Wouldn’t have offered if I minded…” they started toward their car. David stuffed his hands into his pockets and followed.

He was used to his truck, used to driving himself if he rode anywhere, so sitting low and in the passenger seat was odd. But sitting in their passenger seat felt extraordinary. It was their space. It smelled like them. It was honestly cleaner than he’d expected. A couple jackets and hoodies tossed in the backseat with a charger and a bottle of nail polish rolling around on the floor.

Darlin started the engine and he bit back a smirk at the rubber duck stuck to the dashboard.

Darlin noticed his attention on it and rolled their eyes, pulling out of the parking lot. “It was there when I bought the car,” they said.

“Sure,” David agreed not to ask, still smirking.

The drive was short. He wished it had been longer. He thanked them and got out.

They waited until he was inside his building to leave, and he almost laughed at that.

It started snowing.

#redacted asmr #redactedverse #fanfic #darlin/david #milo/sweetheart #asher/?#TATTOO SHOP AU #slow burn #but to balance that i might write some milo/sh steam #does this chapter count as fluff?#i'm going to pretend it does because HOLIDAYS!#and no one cried or got hit!#dominimoonbeam #<3

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