#this is incredibly cheesy and tooth rotting but i loved writing it

[justporo]

Shooting Stars

A night of star showers is imminent in Baldur's Gate. You couldn't think of a better way to spend it but with Astarion and a sparkling glass of champagne in your hand - and lots of teasing banter- until the first star comes shooting. Because of course: there are wishes to be made and hopefully to be fulfilled.

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Author's Note: Time to cook of the 2024 season! I originally wanted to use this for the Winter Challenge as well but eh, I rather wanted to take my time (and I'm happy about it - I'm only getting back in the saddle with writing now, break was very much needed). So have this piece of fluff, that is hopefully something for the soul to kick of this year of writing! This wonderful artwork was done by the lovely @britonell (thank you so much!).

Pairing: Astarion/Fem!Tav (You)

Warnings: none, just tooth-rotting fluff

Wordcount: 2,9k

Song: All This And Heaven Too - Florence + The Machine

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“Shit, I think I ripped one of my stockings”, you cursed while you rearranged your seat at the edge of the roof. Astarion relaxedly sitting beside you clicked his tongue and looked judgingly at you - but you knew he was only teasing. The sparkle in his ruby eyes spoke of nothing but affection and admiration as he looked at you and then towards the glittering night sky.

Tonight a shower of shooting stars was supposed to happen. The whole city had been raving about it for days since astronomers had shared the news of the upcoming celestial event. Probably every one who could afford so would be out and about to catch a glimpse of some of nature's magic. And of course - as was custom - to make some wishes and hope for the falling stars to kindly fulfil them.

Some of the stars on the firmament were twinkling already, as if they were shimmying, getting ready to fall out of their sockets and travel across the night sky. To grace all beings below them with their fleeting beauty.

Never had you seen something like this and you had been brimming with excitement from the first moment you had heard about it. You wouldn't want to miss it for the world.

When you had asked Astarion if he wanted to watch the star showers with you he had lifted one eyebrow and given you a kind of condescending if playful smile. Then, when he had answered his voice had dripped with sarcasm: “Oh darling, why would we need to watch some beautiful fallen stars when I already have one right in front of me.”

You had almost barfed onto his feet. Astarion had looked offended.

Then you had lost it so hard laughing that your vampire had needed to hold you up by your elbows so as to not let you slide onto the ground while you suffered from your hysteric fit.

“Astarion, love, you already have me - you can scrap the cheesy lines - please?”, you had pressed out through laughter and buried your face in his chest while Astarion had pouted a bit more about your snide remarks regarding his flirting techniques.

Of course, he hadn’t stopped. In fact, he’d made it a game over the next couple of days to come up with even much worse lines while you always desperately tried to keep it together.

“But darling, all my wishes have come true already with you by my side.”

“Love, I believe the night's cancelled. All stars are already in your eyes.”

“Oh, my heart, I’ve already fallen hard for you, why would you need another star?”

They got progressively worse the longer he kept going - and incredibly less inventive.

But of course you were still swooning on the inside, at least a little. Because after all, how couldn't you? Knowing that Astarion was indeed in love with you and that he really meant his words. Well, once you scraped all the gooey honey off it. What lay beneath was very sweet and much less sickening.

This game of his had gone on for several days until the night had finally arrived - and until even Astarion had almost run out of stupid pick-up lines.

The both of you had decided to dress up, just for the hell of it. This being one of the things you had adopted quickly from Astarion: indulging yourself, taking care of yourself and dressing for yourself - and for him of course, because you could never get enough of the stunned looks he threw you.

You were in a dress that Astarion had gifted you some time back and that was embroidered by the man himself. And the vampire in a finely stitched doublet that made him look positively regal and smoking. There was a fair amount of staring happening from both sides, hopefully not distracting from the actual event later on.

Then with lots of giggles from your side and terrible cursing from Astarion you had climbed onto the roof of your little Baldurian townhouse. This man could never do anything without commenting on it. When you had pointed out as much, he had narrowed his eyes at you and looked tempted to drag you down the small ladder again that led up to the roof. But you had swiftly moved out of his reach with a cackle - not without also making sure to give him a good view of your behind first by deliberately swishing open the slit in your skirt.

Carefully, you had scattered towards the edge over the old shingles then, until you could carefully settle down.

Obviously not carefully enough though since you feared that the delicate sheer fabric covering your slender legs might have been torn on a sharp edge when you had sat down. But it didn’t really matter. Astarion had already promised he’d rip these stockings off you (together with the set of naughty underwear you’d chosen specifically for him) with his teeth later in the night. Really, you were just presenting an opening for your eager lover.

With another curse under his breath, the vampire sat down beside you although he did so elegantly and immediately evoked the image of a lounging cat. The grace of the rogue really was unmatched.

You leaned back on your hands and angled one leg, putting it up on the edge while the other dangled over thin air. Astarion almost mirrored you with the way he seemed to sit comfortably there, leaning back, legs slightly spread and hanging over the edge while he observed the glittering night sky.

“Love, that’s no way to sit for a lady”, Astarion teased you with a promising grin while he eyed your angled leg, clad in nothing but a gauzy stocking, adorned with a delicate lace rim at the very top of your thigh - which was almost completely on display for him.

You angled your head at him and swayed your leg a little so the slit allowed for an even better view of your leg - careful to only tease for later.

“Good thing I am not a lady then”, you replied to your vampire, tongue in cheek.

“Oh yes, my love, it’s for the best. The way I’d single handedly ruin your reputation later tonight would be scandalous,” Astarion replied while he devoured you with his eyes from under his brows. In his head you could bet he was already letting his teeth graze over the delicate skin of your inner thigh. Oh, it would be a night to behold.

You laughed softly, throwing your head back. But then you let your leg softly fall onto the other, giving at least the illusion of decency again.

You grinned at the vampire, the vampire grinned back with promise.

Nothing would ever come close to this, to being with him: the playful banter, the easy companionship, the intense intimacy. You hummed contentedly while you slowly ripped your loving gaze of Astarion and let it wander over your surroundings.

Below you the streets of the Upper City seemed to fill up with the whole population of Baldur’s Gate. Of course everyone wanted the best sight of the night sky - and Upper just had the best spots. And what a good thing that you still had the vantage point even with all those people trying to find a neat stargazing spot.

Idle chatter drifted up towards you. People had brought food and drinks and a continuous hum of anticipation filled the cold night air, but you barely even noticed. For you there was merely your soulmate and you up on the roof of your home.

Behind you you had two crystal glasses waiting to be filled with some bubbling champagne Astarion had insisted upon. “If you’re going to make me sit up on some godsforsaken rooftop during wintertime only to crane your neck at the night sky you can look up at every night, I might as well bring a drink”, he’d said and rolled his eyes while he had grabbed not one, but two of the expensive bottles. You had simply shrugged - you wouldn’t say no if drinks were involved. And since you had figured out that it had been nearly half a year already since most everything had been dealt with, you felt it was only appropriate to celebrate this fact with a drink.

The vampire had whole-heartedly agreed when you had told him your observation. Astarion, of course, had been very well aware of that even before. He hadn’t stopped counting the days since his life had taken a turn for the better and, perhaps, he never would.

Up on the roof the rogue now procured his dagger, threw it up to flip it artfully and only then - when he was sure that he had your full attention - he took the first bottle with a sly grin. And then, in his histrionic manner, he swished the sharp blade up along the curve of the bottle neck and cleanly took off the head along with the cork.

Champagne immediately started foaming out of the bottle and Astarion was quick to grab the crystal glasses, both in one hand, and elegantly pour you each a glass of sparkling wine.

Somewhere below you heard someone yelp - apparently Astarion had unconsciously managed to hit someone with his display of skill. You looked down and saw an older gentleman rub the back of his head and turn towards you.

Quickly grabbing Astarion’s arm to make him pull back with you, you dragged up your legs with a giggle, hoping you could hide from the unwilling target. The vampire grinned broadly at you while he kept pouring - that little rascal.

You had to be honest though that you’d been quite impressed with the display of this dextrous if wholly unnecessary talent. It was after all very fitting for the flamboyant elf. But your adoration must have shown because the vampire was grinning proudly at you as he handed you a glass.

Time to get his ego in check again before it became too massive.

“Where’d you learn that?”, you asked after you had clinked glasses with him. “Rich prick academy?”

Astarion almost snorted into the glass he’d been taking a sip from. He recovered quickly though. “Not my fault they taught you neither that nor manners, you insolent little thing.” He clicked his tongue and took another sip of bubbly.

You waited until he had lifted up the drink filled flute to slap his arm.

His drink sloshed, some spilling onto him.

The look of that combined with too much force you had used to get back at him almost made you lose your balance. You screeched, gripping your glass as if it could stop you from falling.

But thankfully Astarion quickly grabbed your wrist with roguish reflexes, pulling you back and thus prohibiting you from falling off.

Your heart was racing from the sudden rush of adrenaline. The vampire was only laughing as you recovered from your self-inflicted fright. And you hadn’t even drunk a single drop of alcohol yet. So you made to catch up and lifted the crystal to your lips.

“Darling, don’t break your back falling off this rooftop, yes?” Astarion said, choosing this exact moment to break the silence again. “I have way better options to achieve that if you should insist upon it, my heart.”

You choked on the prickling drink and started coughing. Immediately, you were almost ready to push that bastard again, risking falling off once more. Astarion in the meantime smirked smugly at you while drinking his champagne in peace now.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time”, you croaked pathetically after barely being able to talk again. Somehow you seemed to draw the short end of the stick fairly often when it came to trying to out-sass the pale elf. But he had more than 200 years on you with that - give or take. You’d get back at him one of those days.

The bickering went on for some more back and forth until you had each downed your first glass, then a second while you were both laughing profusely and you started to feel the alcohol make your mind a little hazy.

Astarion refilled the glasses once more and you just kept talking - about everything and nothing. It was always so easy to just spend time with each other. It almost felt like you had been together a whole eternity already, in the best way imaginable.

“So, what are you wishing for?”, you asked Astarion emboldened by the alcohol while you were working on emptying your next glass of champagne.

The vampire inclined his head towards you and softly shook his head in disappointment: “Love, have they truly taught you nothing? You’re not supposed to tell or it won’t come true!” He softly clicked his tongue while you stuck out yours towards him. You kept looking at him in anticipation - but he was firm on not losing a word on the matter.

After a while you gave up with a dramatic sigh and gulped down the rest of liquid in your glass. Neither pouting at him, bribing him or even offering another glance of your precariously clothed legs seemed to work.

You though knew exactly what things you’d be wishing for: for him and you to be happy - that was the most important thing, to find a way to allow Astarion to walk in the sun again, a long and happy life for all your friends you hadn’t seen in a while now, to have things stay like this forever or at least to be able to always come back to moments like these.

You really deeply hoped this would stay with you: the unconditional love, the deep trust, the easiness with which the two of you spent your days and nights now with each other.

Some time ago you had feared that once the permanent tension of your adventuring days was over there wouldn’t be much left for you. That Astarion would just realise that you were barely more than a former street kid and thief - and pretty much boring beyond that.

But it hadn’t been like that. Quite the opposite: every day seemed to make the vampire fall harder for you. And you knew that was surely true from your side. It was like every time you looked at him another small piece of your heart was permanently handed to the vampire who you trusted fully to handle it gently. And perhaps the same was true for Astarion’s undead and unbeating heart in his chest.

You kept gazing at him and enjoyed just listening to him talk beside you while you sipped on your drink. The wind was drifting through both your hair, pulling some light strands of your hair with it while it merely tugged softly on the rogue’s curls. His side profile was sharply illuminated by silver moon light, pronouncing his straight nose, sharp cheekbones. And not to forget his ruby red eyes that always caught when you were staring at him and then sparkled in delight.

You could just spend eternity with moments like these.

Astarion was currently telling you about a book of poetry he was reading at the moment, looking up at the moon and the stars with a slight smile on his lips when a murmur started to move through the crowd below you.

Both of your ears perked up a little as the people became louder. And then when someone even screeched and you saw someone pointing up at the night sky as you leaned forward you realised what it must mean: shooting stars.

Your head snapped up and you caught a movement out of the corner of your eye, just the disappearing tail of a star racing across the darkness. With a gasp you grabbed Astarion’s shoulder without looking to get his attention. The vampire immediately complained but was silenced when another falling star shot across the sky - this time clearly visible for both of you.

The people below were buzzing in excitement now, loud “oohs” and “aaahs” were heard in the chill winter night as the stars become more and more frequent until bright white curves of sparkles were drawn across the sky every few seconds.

Your eyes widened as you beheld the wondrous event in front of you, completely entranced by what was happening. Truly a magic that was unmatched in beauty, a spell woven over everyone that was lucky enough to catch sight of it even for only a moment.

The vampire observed the falling stars with you for a long while before he slowly turned to you.

Astarion looked at you, still fully smitten by stars falling from the sky, eyes wide and shining, lips parted slightly.. He drank it all in: the wonder in your eyes, your beautiful face, the love. You see the latter reflected on his face when your gaze flicked to the vampire and back up to the sky to not miss a single star.

But Astarion’s gaze kept lingering upon you. Not wanting to ever forget even the most miniscule of details of this moment while sparks of light kept dancing over your face and your ever broadening smile.

He hadn’t lied, calling you his star.

Because his biggest wish, although always unspoken, had already been fulfilled.

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[inheritorofmemories-archive]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Old Guard (Movie 2020) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Booker | Sebastien le Livre/Nile Freeman Characters: Nile Freeman, Booker | Sebastien le Livre Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Slice of Life, Flirting, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, it's about having a routine and willingly sharing your life with someone!, it's about chosing to build something with them! Summary:

“You want me?” He doesn’t finish his question, doesn’t need to. She steps up to him, wordlessly turns her back to him and gathers her braids over her shoulder.

His large hands are gentle when he takes the zipper of her dress and slowly tug it upward. She feels a soft kiss, the press of his lips and the stubbles brushing her skin just at the top of her spine, over the last joint of her neck, before he closes the zipper. He doesn’t move away once he’s done, instead he settles his hands over her hips and leans behind her. She feels the warmth and comforting presence she’s grown so familiar with.

“I used to help Marie dress in the morning.”

“Yeah?” She asks, and he nods.

"It was the husband's duty to do his share of work. He was there in the morning too." He pauses, nuzzles his nose at the nook of her neck. “I used to tighten her corset when we were in a hurry. She’d put on her skirts and I would tie them in the back.”

Booker loves with his hands, and Nile loves that he does.

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Nile and Booker share a sweet moment as he helps her with her dress.

#here! first good fic in a month! i'm actually proud of myself with this one #this is incredibly cheesy and tooth rotting but i loved writing it #tog #book of nile #nile freeman #sebastien le livre #booker #booker x nile #em writes #the old guard fanfiction

[bangtan-sonyeonddaeng]

Epilogue

Summary: Soulmates have different ways of being connected to one another. Sometimes it’s through being able to write on their arms and having it show up on their soulmates. For others it was having their first words spoken to one another permanently tattooed into their skin. You had a unique connection with yours, one that you really hadn’t ever heard of happening before. Whatever song was stuck in your soulmate’s head was also stuck in yours and the same was for them. When Yoongi realizes one of his songs is playing on repeat in your head, he immediately takes to writing songs to communicate with you in hopes it will finally bring you two together.

Genre: Fluff. Just pure tooth rotting, sweet fluff.

This also will be the final part to this series. Thank you so much for reading I am blown away by how much love this received and am so incredibly happy too. 💜

Part 1   Part 2      Part 3     Part 4     Part 5

In the months you had spent with Yoongi, it had been more than you ever could have imagined. After you went back to your home country to make arrangements to move over to be with him it was pretty clear being apart from one another was something that wasn’t going to be possible. You were only on the plane for 5 minutes when your chest started aching and you had felt the need to text him and tell him that you missed him already. And he felt the exact same way. You were only home for two days before you were back on a plane and heading to your home. Because as far as you were concerned no place was going to feel like home if it wasn’t with Yoongi. 

The members quickly adopted you into their little family. You were like a sibling to them and they were all very protective of you. Some even more so than Yoongi. Whenever you went out, Jungkook insisted on going with you if your soulmate couldn’t.  You had argued with him that him being seen with him would just draw more attention than if you went alone, but he insisted, claiming that “Hyung would have all of our heads if anything happened to you”. You often had gaming nights with Taehyung and Jimin. Jin had been teaching you how to cook traditional Korean dishes for Yoongi, as you felt bad that he was always doing the cooking for the two of you even if he swears he didn’t mind. Namjoon was who you seemed to grow closest to. You felt like you could trust him with anything and often would wake up early to go on walks with him to talk about anything that came to mind, or just walk in comfortable silence. He also was teaching you Korean so Yoongi didn’t always have to speak to you in English. Hoseok had even been giving you dance lessons. They all had taken up a space in your heart and you honestly couldn’t picture your life without any of them in it.  

You settled in quickly. He had put in a good word so you could get a job at his company so you two could spend even more time together. Everyone around you two were amazed that you weren’t sick of one another but you were very much in love, and seemed to fall harder every day. Yoongi always told you he didn’t think it was possible for him to love you anymore, however at the end of the night it became his thing to kiss your forehead while mumbling “I was wrong” against your forehead. He didn’t need to explain, you knew what he meant. And the warmth that spread throughout your chest knowing he felt just as strongly as you felt for him was indescribable. 

Currently you are sitting at home making dinner when a text comes through from him. 

Really? You still have that song stuck in your head? It’s been in there for 2 days straight now.

You giggle and immediately reply. 

Well maybe SOMEONE shouldn’t have just dropped the greatest mixtape of all time and I wouldn’t constantly have your songs stuck in my head. YOU’RE THE KING YOU’RE THE BOSS. 

Also are you aware of how sexy you looked in that video too?

Yoongi chuckles as he reads your message. 

I’m glad you like it, angel. And seeing as how you tell me this everyday, multiple times a day yes I am aware, not that I am complaining. 

Hey I have to finish up something up with these lyrics and then I’ll be out for dinner okay?

Okay Yoongi. Love you!

I love you too. So fucking much. 

He had been in the office working on song lyrics for almost an hour now. You never disturb him while he is working, knowing that once he gets in the zone there is no way you are bringing him out of it. You continue walking around the kitchen making food when a new song drifts into your head. 

And darling I will be loving you 'til we're 70 And baby my heart could still fall as hard at 23 And I'm thinking 'bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways Maybe just the touch of a hand Oh me I fall in love with you every single day

You smile to yourself. Lately when Yoongi misses you he has been purposefully getting love songs stuck in his head as a way to tell you that he loves you. You hum along and sway back and forth as the melody continues. Before a new one enters in your head. Which you find odd. Usually Yoongi doesn’t have very many songs stuck in his head, especially when he is working on writing lyrics to other songs. 

Promise me You'll always be Happy by my side I promise to Sing to you When all the music dies And marry me, today and everyday

You nearly drop the pot you were carrying to the stove. He can’t be.. can he? You shake your head back and forth, scolding yourself for thinking he was going to propose to you. There was no way. You would have noticed he was planning something you two spend almost every moment together. Plus it had only been a few months. Although you two waited so long to finally meet one another, and you were soulmates after all.  

“Y-Yoongi?!” You call out to him and soon you start to hear him softly humming a melody as he comes down the hallway and into the kitchen. He approaches you, taking your hands in his and kissing the backs of them, lips gently brushing against each knuckle. “Yoongi what are you doing?” Your heart is beating wildly in your chest. 

“Just like the songs says.” He reaches into his pocket and you immediately feel tears falling down your face when you see him pull out a ring. “I didn’t want to do a big grand proposal so I hope this is okay.” He rubs the back of his neck, a habit you noticed pretty quickly that he does when he’s nervous. “I just.. music has always been the way I expressed myself and my feelings. It’s the reason we were able to meet, so I wanted to include it and have it be a part of this next chapter in our lives. I wanted to write my own song as my way of asking but, I just couldn’t wait any longer. I know we haven’t known each other long, but I just waited to finally meet you for so long. And I know I want to spend the rest of my life with you so I don’t see a point in waiting. I want to marry you. So.. um.. will you-” You cut him off with a firm kiss against his lips. His eyes widen in shock for a moment before he returns the kiss eagerly. You reach your hands up to cup his face, when you feel the tips of your fingers become damp. You pull away, surprise forming on your face when you notice he’s crying. 

“Yoongi? Baby, what’s wrong?” You reach down to hold his hands and they are shaking so much. 

“I’m nervous as fuck. Like, you kissed me and everything but is that a yes then? Or did you just want me to shut up? Do you want to marry me? Just because we’re soulmates I don’t want you to feel like you have to. Is it too soon? Oh gosh it is isn’t it? What was I thinking?” 

“Hey, hey shh. Yoongi it’s okay come here.” You pull him into your arms and he immediately relaxes. “Of course that was a yes. There is no one else on the face of the planet I’d rather spend the rest of my life with. You’re it for me.” When you pull away he’s absolutely beaming at you. That adoring gummy smile you have grown to love the sight of so much. He slips the ring onto your finger and places a kiss to it. 

“I promise I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure you’re happy and never doubt for a moment how much I love you.” He places a quick peck to your lips and you smile into the kiss. 

“As long as I have you, then I’ll be happy. As long as you’re by my side then I’ll know. And I hope you know the same goes for you.” He nods his head and pulls you into another hug, nuzzling into your neck and placing kisses there knowing you’re tickling, causing you to giggle. 

“Your laugh is still the best sound to me. Better than any melody I could create.” 

“You’re so cheesy you know that?”

“Yes, but I’m your boyfriend and you love me for it.” 

“You’re not my boyfriend.” You see panic slightly take hold in his eyes. “You’re my fiancé now.” Yoongi sighs in relief, feeling rather silly for his reaction. 

“Right. Gosh I’m so happy you said yes! When should we get married? How about right now?”

“Yoongi don’t be silly it’s 8:00 at night where are we going to go?” 

“Right. Right, sorry. I’m just so happy right now. I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy in my life other than when I met you.”

“You want to just order takeout tonight so we can cuddle?”

“Yes! Please.” He looks at you with those eyes you can’t resist and you nod, taking his hand in yours and leading him to the bedroom. He practically tackles you onto the bed, attacking your face with kisses letting your laughter ring out into the room. When he finally stops he’s looking at you with so much love in his eyes. You thank whatever forces of the universe are listening for bringing you two together. You stare into each other eyes, words being shared without speaking. That’s the way you two have always been. You’ve never needed words to express how much you love one another. It was written in your eyes, and could be heard with the melodies playing in your head that only the two of you could hear. He lets himself settle down on your chest as you card your fingers through his hair. 

“You sure we shouldn’t just go get hitched somewhere now? You aren’t going to change your mind?” 

“We don’t have to rush off and get married, Yoongi. We have forever. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Forever with you huh? I don’t think there’s anything else I could ever want more.”

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[lveclouds]

painting and boba (kth x reader)

a/n: hello angels!!!! so this is the first part of the maknae line’s bubble tea date drabbles! thank you all so much for giving this series so much love:((((( your kind comments make my heart warm and happy:(((( again, i am so incredibly sorry for the slow updates! school has been stresssing me out recently, but thankfully, it’s ending soon! i will finally be able to throw myself into writing once again and i am incredibly excited!! i hope all of you are staying safe and healthy during these crazy times and i wish all of you nothing but the best!!! my plan is to finish these drabbles and then work on my untamed au! also, i’m sorry if this is bad klsdjfklsdjf my negative one braincells are really kicking in 

genre: fluff, tooth rotting fluff, college au, art major taehyung!, slightly cheesy (again, you’ve been warned) 

rating: g (for all audiences)

word count: 100+

*notes: this drabble is dedicated to the chaotic heartsforbts discord gc as well as the hopeworld net gc!! i love all of you so so so so much and i am so glad that i can now call all of you my friends!! (sends a million kisses and hugs) also, there will some cowboy! tae sprinkled in bc why the heck not also he will be saying “yeehaw” bc again, why the heck not??? this is especially for my fellow cowboy tae enthusiasts hehe*

(in which you finally convince taehyung to teach you how to paint, on one condition: he buys you bubble tea. or where you demand bubble tea afterwards, as the process is quite time-consuming and tiring)

after months of practically begging your boyfriend to teach you how to paint, he finally caved, telling you to come to his dorm at exactly six a.m. on a friday morning. at first, you had hesitated at the aspect of waking up that early, on a friday, no less, but taehyung told you that he would only do this once, and so you decided that you couldn’t pass up the opportunity. he’d been hesitant to teach you, “because you’re impatient and art takes time and patience” he’d said, and you had pouted at him until he’d groaned in exasperation and gave in. 

so, here you were, in an old shirt and a loose pair of sweatpants, your hair tied back into a messy bun at the top of your head. as soon you as you stepped inside taehyung’s dorm, he’d thrown an apron at you and told you to put it on. 

now, a few minutes later, you were watching in awe as taehyung explained the process, gesturing wildly with his hands every few seconds to emphasize his points. you tried your hardest to concentrate on the instructions taehyung was giving you, but it was difficult ,especially when your boyfriend was easily one of the most stunning guys on campus. his wavy black hair was messy and unruly, strands falling into his eyes, and you resisted the urge to brush them away. it was unfair how stunning he looked, at six a.m. no less. his dark brown eyes were alight with happiness as he rambled on about the process of painting. taehyung also happened to be one of the most fashionable guys you’d ever met, and the outfit he was wearing today was no exception. he was wearing a plain white shirt with a tan brown vest thrown over it, complete with black pants that hugged his figure perfectly. needless to say, taehyung was definitely a sight to behold,  and you couldn’t believe that he was yours. then, before you knew it, a paintbrush was thrust into your hands, and you were lightly shoved towards the canvas. 

“w-what do you want me to do?” you asked dumbly. taehyung sighed. “i knew you weren’t paying attention.” you smiled sheepishly. “sorry, tae. i was distracted.” an amused look crossed over his face, the corner of his perfect lips curling into a slight smirk. “oh? by what, if you don’t mind me asking?” your face flushed scarlet. “n-nothing. just lost in thought, that’s all.” you mumbled. 

taehyung chuckled, the sound like music to your ears. “whatever you say, angel.” he teased. “l-let’s just paint, ok?” 

after what seemed like hours of painting, you gently placed the paintbrush on the little table beside you, sighing heavily. i didn’t painting could be this exhausting, you thought. “tae?” “hmmm?” he replied, looking up from the sketchpad he’d been doodling in for the past hour or so. “can we get bubble tea? there’s a cafe not too far from here.” he nodded, getting up from the stool he’d been sitting on and placing the sketchpad on top of it. “let’s go.” 

a few minutes later, you and tae were tucked into a booth near the back of your favorite bubble tea cafe, sipping happily on your strawberry boba tea. 

“so, what’s with the vest?” taehyung laughed. “what do you mean?” “i mean, what inspired you to wear it?” taehyung smiled shyly, his cheeks turning pink. “i’ve been watching old western movies recently. the cowboys look cool.” you giggled, ruffling his messy hair affectionately. “you’re so cute, babe.” taehyung’s blush grew deeper as he buried his face in his hands. “stop, i’m so embarrassed.” “it’s nothing to be ashamed of, tae. i think old movies are interesting. they may not be something i watch everyday, but i do appreciate them.” taehyung slowly removed his hands from his face, taking a long, slow sip of his taro flavored milk tea. “you know, i’ve always wanted to say this.” he trailed off, eyes bright with mischief. “”say what?” taehyung giggled. “yeehaw.” you nearly choked on your boba tea. “sorry, what? yeehaw?” taehyung’s smile widened. “yep.” “i’ve always wanted to say that.” you sighed. “i have the biggest dork of a boyfriend.” “but you love me.” “that i do.” you smiled, leaning over the table to kiss him softly on the cheek. taehyung could be a bit childish and a big dork, but those were just some of the many reasons why you loved him. 

a/n: so this was taehyung’s drabble!!! i hope you all liked it!!! and sorry if the cowboy stuff wasn’t incorporated in well sjlkfdjsdkljfklds i tried ok and again, ty to the heartsforbts gc for always supporting me!!! ily all to the moon and back!! and special thanks to the hopeworld net gc, my fellow cowboy tae enthusiasts, i love you all so much!!!! 

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[eddieeatsass]

Luck Has Nothing to Do With It

This was written as a gift for the winner of my 2K followers giveaway on tumblr! @s-onora asked for some fluffy middle-aged reddie smut with aftercare, I hope I delivered. This was incredibly fun to write and very different from most of the stuff I've put out thus far. I didn't realize how much tooth-rotting fluff could heal my soul. :') Summary: “Richie had won life’s lottery. He’s not sure how it happened, and he certainly had his fair share of bullshit before getting where he is now, but if Richie were asked in this very moment how he felt about his life, he would be confident in saying it was pretty much perfect.” Pairing: Reddie Rating: E Warnings: Smut, explicit language

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Richie had won life’s lottery. He’s not sure how it happened, and he certainly had his fair share of bullshit before getting where he is now, but if Richie were asked in this very moment how he felt about his life, he would be confident in saying it was pretty much perfect.

He’s managed to lock down a fairly satisfying career doing standup, though the world of entertainment is always a bit unsteady, he’s made enough friends in the industry that he’s found himself always having something lined up.

He owns a small house in a surprisingly suburban neighborhood. Although he’s located in the big city, he still managed to find the one area that was reminiscent of the small town he’d grown up in.

And finally, the thing that made life even worth living, is that he married his best friend, Eddie Kaspbrak.

Richie knew it was cliche; closeted gay kid has crush on best friend. But the difference between him and a cheesy romcom plot line is that it actually worked out for him. For them. Because unbeknownst to him at the time, Eddie was living the exact same platitude.

It’s not as if things fell into place right away. Richie and Eddie both had their own journeys to fulfill, and unfortunately those journeys pushed them apart for a while. Richie had accepted his sexuality long before Eddie, and it scared him off for a few years. In that time, Richie reeled as he watched Eddie get married to a woman, one as vile as his mother at that, and live a seemingly perfect life.

It took almost a decade for them to screw their heads on the right way and stop denying their life long languish. Of course they stayed in contact because of their friends, consistent in group chats, wishing each other a happy birthday on Facebook once a year, but that was about it… Until Ben and Beverly decided to get married.

That night, Eddie had admitted to Richie that weddings made bile rise up in his throat, reminded him of his own terrible ceremony and everything that had come after it. That night, they had their very first kiss. Their very first confession. It marked the beginning of everything coming together.

Now, merely five years later, Richie got to come home to Eddie every single day. He got to kiss those rounds cheeks, hear that melodic laugh, and listen to that neurotic voice whenever he wanted to, and he’s never been happier.

Today, like most days, wasn’t particularly remarkable, but Richie still strode home with a small hop to his step in anticipation of seeing Eddie. He stopped at a small flower stand on the way, picking up a bouquet of yellow roses that he knew Eddie would turn his nose up at, pivoting around quickly to hide the blush that painted his cheeks. Eddie hated gestures like that, but in the kind of way where he actually loved them.

By the time Richie got to their front door he was practically vibrating with excitement. He was a hopeless romantic who was living in his dream world; who could blame him?

As soon as Richie entered his house his senses searched for any signs of Eddie. He couldn’t see him, or hear him, but he could smell something coming from the kitchen that gave him good enough of a clue to check there first.

Toeing off his shoes, he placed them gently on the rack inside the coat closet (one of Eddie’s house rules was that Richie had to tone down his messiness to a slightly less chaotic level.) Richie rocketed down the hallway and used his now sock clad feet to slide across the linoleum floor of the kitchen, only regretting it slightly when he slid too far and his hip bone collided with the counter.

His impact was what alerted Eddie to Richie’s presence, the smaller man reacting with a jump and a small scolding of Richie’s name.

“Sorry Eds, didn’t mean to startle you.” Richie couldn’t say it with a straight face, his smile no doubt making his apology seem insincere, but he knew Eddie didn’t mind.

Richie strode forward, meeting Eddie in the middle of the kitchen and presenting the bouquet of flowers to him. As expected, Eddie scoffed and immediately moved to turn away, but Richie caught his chin and pulled him into a kiss instead. He felt Eddie melt beneath him, probably melted a bit himself if he was honest, and when he pulled away that familiar blush was there to validate him; roses were a good idea.

He placed the bouquet on the counter, making a mental note to put them in a vase as soon as he was done soaking up his boyfriend’s attention.

“Wacha making? Smells good.” Richie noted, coming up behind Eddie and wrapping his arms around his waist.

“It was supposed to be a lasagna, but it’s looking more like charred volcanic rock.”

“Mmm, I’ve always wanted to expand my taste buds.”

“Well this won’t do anything but destroy your taste buds.” Eddie admonished.

The timer rang out, signaling the end of the lasagna’s cook time. Richie peered over at their (admittedly, probably too old) oven, and back at Eddie with a cocked eyebrow. “I guess it’s time to find out.” Richie smirked.

Eddie unstuck himself from Richie and turned everything off. He grabbed the oven mitts Mike had bought them for Christmas, cute little pieces designed to look like turtles, and pulled his dish out of the oven.

He set it on the stovetop with a clunk, and Richie gathered beside him to gaze down at the very sad looking pasta dish.

Somehow it was burnt and soupey at the same time, but Eddie had put so much effort into it, so Richie still pulled a small piece of noodle off the top and popped it in his mouth.

It was hard enough to imitate uncooked pasta, and it had an ash-like taste that reminded Richie of the times Bev and him used to sneak behind their school and share a cigarette she’d smuggled from her aunt’s purse, but as he continued to chew it seemed to dissolve into goo.

But still, he smiled, cheery as ever as he gazed down at a hopeful Eddie.

“You’re gonna die from food poisoning.” Eddie said worriedly.

“In that case, can we make tonight memorable?” Richie joked, pressing himself into the slot against Eddie’s back that allowed him to rest his head on that tiny shoulder. With no response from Eddie, he nosed at his cheek and added “It wasn’t that bad”.

“Shut up.” Eddie grumbled.

“Seriously! I mean it’s no chinese food but-”

“We can’t order chinese food every night Richie.”

“How do you know? Has a man ever tested that theory?”

Eddie crossed his arms over his chest stubbornly, pouting in the way he always did when trying to seem serious.

“Fine, I’ll find something else to eat then.” Richie rocked them back and forth slowly, dipping down and trailing light kisses along Eddie’s neck. “Something sexier.” Richie whispered into Eddie’s ear.

Eddie snorted, turning himself around in Richie’s arms and draping his own over Richie’s shoulders.

“My boyfriend thinks I’m sexier than lasagna, I’m flattered.”

Richie grabbed Eddie’s ass playfully, pulling him flush against his chest.

“Just wait until you hear my dirty talk.” Richie teased. They both fell into lighthearted giggles, Eddie letting himself relax into Richie’s hold. Richie moved his hands up to the small of Eddie’s back, rubbing gentle circles into the exposed skin where Eddie’s shirt had rode up.

“Well, let’s hear it then.” Eddie whispered lowly, peering up at Richie with mischief.

It didn’t take long for them to find themselves back in bed, tangled up in each other’s limbs. Richie had made good on his promise and was indulging himself in Eddie’s body, writhing into the bed for the friction he so desperately craved.

Richie loved a lot of things about Eddie; he loved the way Eddie's eyes would crinkle at the sides when he laughed, loved the small dimples in Eddie's lower back that he could trace with his fingers, loved the subtle bow in Eddie's legs that even he didn't notice, but Richie had been fixated on since they were children. So it was hard for Richie to say exactly what his favorite part of Eddie was, but it was no secret that Eddie's ass was a strong contender.

Eddie, unbeknownst to himself, was built like a god. His hips flared out into large globes that sloped down like scoops of ice cream beckoning Richie to take a bite. It drove Richie crazy, and it would probably be the cause of his (future) insanity if he wasn't able to indulge in his obsession. Luckily, Eddie liked getting his ass played with just as much as Richie liked playing with it.

Richie parted Eddie's cheeks gently, always handling him with care even in their rougher times. He got lost momentarily, staring at the pink pucker that had once been so forbidden, only allowed to be fantasized in Richie's shameful dreams. Eddie, however, was having none of Richie's preamble, and made sure Richie knew as much by pushing his hips back and whining impatiently.

Richie couldn't help but chuckle before obliging, leaning in to lick a hot stripe across Eddie's hole.

He earned an appraising moan in return. Grinning to himself, he went in for more. Eddie may have been the one receiving pleasure, but Richie got off on it just as much, if not more. He could probably cum just like this, completely untouched, just devouring Eddie's little body bit by bit. But he was only getting started.

He brought his index finger up to join his mouth, teasing Eddie's entrance with slight pressure. He alternated between his tongue and his finger, assaulting the area in waves. He'd prod at Eddie's hole with his finger while his tongue trailed up his perineum, then switch to fucking Eddie with his tongue while his hand idly worked his cock. It was a process that eventually left Eddie exactly how he wanted him: completely pliant and pleading.

Richie reached into their nightstand, easily grabbing their bottle of lubricant and bringing it to his side. He pumped it into his hand a couple times, coating his fingers generously before moving back down to his target, but a small hand stopped him.

“Rich…” Eddie started, voice wavering self consciously. Richie already knew what Eddie was gearing up to say. They’d been here many times before, but Eddie still got nervous when asking. Richie thought it was endearing that Eddie was still so shy about it.

“You wanna top?” Richie filled in the silence, making it a little easier for Eddie to get into it.

Eddie nodded, looking up at Richie through thick lashes and adding quickly “Only if you want to. I don’t mind bottoming if you’re not in the mood tonight”.

“And pass up a chance to get fucked by my literal wet dream of a man?” Richie used his lubed up hand to stroke Eddie’s cock, watching the sinful way Eddie’s eyes rolled back in his head at the extra stimulation.

Richie crowded into Eddie’s space, stilling his hand on the head of the flushed dick in his hold and only using his thumb to dip into the slit and rub through the pre-cum gathered there.

Richie was already practically in Eddie’s lap, so he took advantage of the position and splayed his legs out over Eddie’s, leaning back into the mattress with his forearm propping him up as the other snaked between his legs. He could feel the way Eddie’s thighs twitched under his own where their legs overlapped, but he stayed still, enthralled by the show Richie was about to put on.

He circled his own hole the way he did Eddie’s, only he didn’t tease himself or draw the process out like he would on his boyfriend. No, instead, he wasted no time in pushing one finger into himself straight up to the knuckle.

He heard Eddie’s shaky exhale and was empowered to continue. Richie wasn’t a stranger to this feeling; even when he topped Eddie usually had a finger in him, and Richie often played with himself while masturbating. However, he didn’t normally move this fast... but then again he didn’t normally have the promise of his boyfriend’s dick in his ass so today wasn’t a normal day.

Richie rocked down on his finger, relishing in the mild stretch. He continued to hump into his hand until he felt ready to add another finger, and that’s where he began to lose control.

The second finger felt mind-numbing, stirring up Richie’s consciousness until it was putty, his brain losing control only second to the feeling of pleasure he was chasing. He scissored his fingers, trying to open himself up as quickly as possible while still respecting his body’s limits.

“I love seeing you like this…” Eddie whispered, quiet enough that Richie wondered if he even meant to say it aloud.

“Yeah?” Richie goaded, spreading his legs a little bit further. “Like seeing me open myself up for you, baby?”

Eddie nodded, swallowing audibly in a way that made his adam's apple bob. Richie suddenly wanted to leave marks all over it.

“Come here.” Richie reached for Eddie's neck, pulling him down on top of him and going straight for that tantalizing neck. Richie’s legs ended up pushed up against his chest, a position that was sure to leave him with back issues in the morning, but for the moment it felt deliciously provocative.

As Richie marked Eddie up, he felt another hand join his own, teasing around his rim and making it very hard for him to concentrate on the hickies he was leaving. Before the fog could clear from his mind, Eddie was swatting Richie’s hand away, replacing it with three fingers of his own.

Richie cried out into Eddie’s collarbone, petering off into a wanton moan as the feeling of being split open traveled up his cock and down his legs. Eddie’s fingers were so much better than his own, working him open with precision that came from years of doing it to himself.

And then Eddie found his prostate, and Richie was pretty sure it was a self destruct button that caused the rest of his functioning brain to melt into sludge and pour out his ears.

He was gone, absolutely and completely subservient to Eddie’s touch. He could hear himself babbling, but wasn’t aware of what was coming out of his mouth. If he had to guess, it was probably garbled praise. Richie never could hold himself back from telling Eddie how good he made Richie feel.

“Please, Richie-” Eddie was breathing hard, his fingers moving double time inside Richie’s quickly stiffening body.

“Get your fucking cock in my ass now.” Richie ground out between clenched teeth.

Eddie replaced his fingers with his slicked up cock, moving the hand that had wound Richie up so tight to his hypersensitive dick. The touch made Richie hiss, but his jaw quickly fell open as Eddie pushed in, holding Richie tight at the base to keep him from cumming prematurely.

They both shuttered, a moment of pure bliss enveloping them. Eddie finally looked up to meet Richie’s eyes, want and hunger meeting love and devotion. Richie pulled him down into a searing kiss, moaning into Eddie’s mouth when he started moving his hips.

“You feel so good.” Eddie slurred against Richie’s lips. “So warm and tight, fuck Richie.”

Eddie was the perfect size to fill Richie up and hit all the right places. Each thrust let his cock rub up at a different angle, stimulating every nerve from Richie’s rim all the way up to his prostate. The sensation drove him wild, but what would be the death of him was the way Eddie looked hunched over him.

He could still see features of that young boy he fell in love with; the button of his nose, those big doe eyes, thin pink lips, and freckles that had no business being as cute as they were. But while Eddie had retained his cuteness factor, he’d also grown to be incredibly sexy. His chin had broadened, jaw getting stronger and cheekbones more defined. The loss of his baby fat had revealed new things for Richie to obsess over, and when he was leaning over Richie like this, sweat collected on his furrowed brow and tongue caught between his lips, Richie had a hard time keeping his obsessions at bay.

“How are you so fucking beautiful?” Richie murmured, not expecting a response.

Eddie picked up his pace, spurred on by Richie’s words. Richie had promised Eddie dirty talk, and he planned to deliver, no matter how difficult it was to form words while Eddie worked him towards orgasm.

“I love watching your cock slide into me, ahhhh, love the way you stretch me out.”

“God, Rich-” Eddie’s breath was speeding up, his pants becoming quicker with every thrust.

“Look at how well you work me over.”

Eddie’s eyes were screwed shut, his nostrils flared as he tried to slow himself down, but Richie didn’t want that. Richie wanted to watch Eddie come undone inside him.

“Look.” Richie repeated more insistently, squeezing Eddie’s thigh.

Eddie’s eyes popped open and immediately honed in on the spot where they were connected. He shuttered reflexively, a drawn out moan escaping him.

“Rich- I’m gonna cum, please-”

Richie snaked his hand down to his cock and began jerking it with abandon, giving Eddie the nod to let go.

Barely a few thrusts later and Eddie was emptying into Richie. He continued to pound into him even when his body went taut, moving through the stiffness to bring Richie to his own release.

The stimulation was overwhelming, Richie could feel the press of Eddie’s cock hammering into his prostate, the slide of his hand over his own cock, but what finally sent him over the edge was the feeling of Eddie’s cum seeping out of his hole as Eddie continued ramming into him.

Richie came with a quiet scream, his back arching as he tried to both get away from the feeling and get impossibly closer at the same time. He was wracked with emotion, tears flowing freely and a sob escaping him as he came down hard from the rush of endorphins.

Eddie pulled out of Richie, quickly crawling into his arms and shushing him with a soothing voice.

It wasn’t uncommon for Richie to cry after sex, so Eddie continued doing what he always did; staying close and making sure Richie knew he was there. Light touches, gentle whispers, anything to remind Richie that it was okay to feel overwhelmed.

It took a couple minutes for Richie to calm down, but his sobs slowly turned into sniffles and his arms eventually wrapped around Eddie.

“Have I told you I love you yet today?” Richie asked quietly, a dopey smile on his face.

“Three times this morning, twice at lunch, and once during downtime after your show.” Eddie counted off teasingly.

“Keeping track?”

Eddie rolled his eyes, burying his face back into Richie’s chest.

“I just like hearing it.” Eddie defended, voice half muffled.

“I like saying it.” Richie responded assuredly, placing a kiss atop the pillowy curls below him.

“I love you too.” Eddie murmured, the words coming out in a sigh of contentment.

“I’m so lucky to have you.” Richie whispered, his chest heavy with happiness.

“Luck has nothing to do with it; we were always going to end up together.”

#reddie #reddie fanfic #reddie fanfiction #reddie smut #reddie lemon #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #reddie fluff #my posts #my writing #s-onora

[chaninfused]

This blurb week may have been tough on you but I just wanna let you know that your perseverence is highly appreciated and your works are as incredible as always! My favourites this time would be Your sun, Ink or sink and Follow you into the unknown!! As a soft Chan enthusiast, I am very in love with your sun. It just makes me feel so warm and wriggly on the inside. Using the sunflowers and the sun as a metaphor is so cheesy and yet heartwarming (plus I have a special love for sunflowers) [1/2]

Ink or sink is so unique, I haven't ever seen anyone do a splatoon AU, you killed it! From the calm but on alert atmosphere, to the tension between hyunjin and you, and the interrupted almost-confession, it was all so perfect and fun to read. It's so interesting to see you break down the way we show our love in Follow you into the unknown. It really puts into perspective how strange some of our actions may seem for an alien point of view. I've had so much fun reading this blurb week! -🌷[2/2]

thank you, sweetheart 🥺 your words mean a lot ♥️ 

your sun was really a spur-of-the-moment thing. I saw something about sunflowers and thought, hey, this is a cute metaphor- this blog is built on cheesy metaphors and tooth-rotting fluff. yes 🥴

anyone who loves ink or sink has my heart 😌 I’m glad to hear you liked it! and oh, I had so much fun writing follow you into the unknown! (four rewrites but what’s new- ) and I couldn’t help but melt because innie is so precious 🤧 

#sorry if my response is choppy i just woke up and i feel sad for some reason sdfhsgjdk #i feel like a selfish prick lmao #anyhO #thank you for sharing your thoughts tulip! #it might not be clear but i pay a lot of attention to the response each kind of blurb week gets #to be able to work on the next one #it's very important to me uwu #i hope you're having or have had a great day! #🌷 anon #sundooq 💌

[stony-ao3-feed]

Merry and Bright

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by queenpenthesilea

For the record, Tony would like to say that it was all Fury’s fault.

“You want us to go on a Christmas retreat?” Tony asked incredulously. “We’re the Avengers, not the Brady Bunch.”

In which Thor doesn't understand s'mores, Tony is not a cuddler, and snowball fights are all fun and games until someone gets Natasha in the face.

Words: 6059, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Iron Man (Movies), Captain America (Movies), Thor (Movies), The Incredible Hulk (2008), Marvel

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Thor (Marvel), Nick Fury

Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Tony Stark & Avengers Team, Clint Barton & Natasha Romanov, Bruce Banner & Thor, Nick Fury & Tony Stark, Nick Fury & Avengers Team

Additional Tags: Fluff, just so much fluff, like honestly this is tooth achingly sweet, I never write things this fluffy, Christmas, Christmas Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Team as Family, Avengers Family, Domestic Avengers, Snowball Fight, Sharing a Bed, So many tropes, takes place sometime after the first avengers movie, Not Avengers: Endgame (Movie) Compliant, Not Avengers: Infinity War Part 1 (Movie) Compliant, Not Avengers: Age of Ultron (Movie) Compliant, im just gonna ignore marvel and write one big happy fucking family thx, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Tony Feels, Steve Rogers Feels, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Pining, Mutual Pining, Tropes, Cheesy, I JUST HAVE A LOT OF FEELS OKAY, Canon Can Kiss My Ass, my babies deserve love and happiness

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#stony #fanfiction #ao3feed #superhusbands #stevetony

[ao3feed-stony]

Merry and Bright

by queenpenthesilea

For the record, Tony would like to say that it was all Fury’s fault.

“You want us to go on a Christmas retreat?” Tony asked incredulously. “We’re the Avengers, not the Brady Bunch.”

In which Thor doesn't understand s'mores, Tony is not a cuddler, and snowball fights are all fun and games until someone gets Natasha in the face.

Words: 6059, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Iron Man (Movies), Captain America (Movies), Thor (Movies), The Incredible Hulk (2008), Marvel

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Thor (Marvel), Nick Fury

Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Tony Stark & Avengers Team, Clint Barton & Natasha Romanov, Bruce Banner & Thor, Nick Fury & Tony Stark, Nick Fury & Avengers Team

Additional Tags: Fluff, just so much fluff, like honestly this is tooth achingly sweet, I never write things this fluffy, Christmas, Christmas Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Team as Family, Avengers Family, Domestic Avengers, Snowball Fight, Sharing a Bed, So many tropes, takes place sometime after the first avengers movie, Not Avengers: Endgame (Movie) Compliant, Not Avengers: Infinity War Part 1 (Movie) Compliant, Not Avengers: Age of Ultron (Movie) Compliant, im just gonna ignore marvel and write one big happy fucking family thx, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Tony Feels, Steve Rogers Feels, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Pining, Mutual Pining, Tropes, Cheesy, I JUST HAVE A LOT OF FEELS OKAY, Canon Can Kiss My Ass, my babies deserve love and happiness

source http://archiveofourown.org/works/21941899

#stony #steve rogers #tony stark #iron man #captain america #fan fiction #ao3 stony feed #stony fan

[chenziee]

Black and Ocean Blue

A super late re-entry for @ererievents Ereri fluff weekend 2018. Day 1: Playful. Also kind of fits with @ereri-writing-prompts prompt 6: Incalescent, so I'm going with that, too.

A huge shout out to @datwriterwannabe for being an amazing beta and for dealing with all my shit. I seriously don't deserve you <3 <3

And another huge, huge shout out to @sulkingmoon for making this incredibly sweet and absolutely perfect art to go with this fic!

Love you both, I'm stll crying over all you two did for me ;_; <3 <3

Rating: Teen and Up Pairing: Levi/Eren Additional tags: Fluff, Beach fic, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Ereri fluff weekend 2018, Ereri Writing Prompt 6, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, pastel metalhead eren, though that's not really important, Summer, Beach Trip, Set in Europe, by the Mediterranean sea, because that's the only sea i know Words: 2602

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It’s been five years since he first met Eren and Levi still couldn’t quite believe how lucky he was to be standing next to him on a beach half-way across Europe, just the two of them and no one else. There was no Armin to ask awkward questions that left both of them flustered, and no Erwin to make subtle jabs at Levi’s hopeless crush. No Mikasa o glare daggers at Levi and no Hanji to talk both their ears off, unintentionally covering up for Levi’s fumbling,. Back then, Levi would never have imagined himself not fumbling around Eren. When they first met all those years ago, the boy seemed unreachable; a pretty face, cute laugh, determination and self confidence making his eyes shine. Flower crowns ever present, clad in pastel head to toe, and with heavy metal blasting through his earphones. He was an enigma back then; mysterious and captivating and so out of Levi’s league.

Looking at him now, Levi thought he still was kind of an enigma; a walking contradiction, drawing attention and disbelieving looks everywhere he went. He didn’t even have to wear one of those fancy flower crowns he loved so much to turn heads – it was enough only standing there in his black, metal band shirt and mint green swim trunks with nail polish to match. His long hair, save for a few strands that were left framing his face, was pulled into a messy bun which was held together by a giant, frilly hair tie the same shade of green as his trunks and nails. Levi wondered if the choice of colour was deliberate, as he often told Eren green suited him. It brought out his eyes beautifully and Levi could never get enough of it.

Speaking of Eren’s eyes, Levi studied Eren’s expression for a moment and the wide grin he saw on his face as he stared out at the wide expanse of the ocean – or well, sea, technically – for the first time, his eyes sparkling with wonder and amazement, and Levi... Levi couldn’t say he regretted the unholy amounts of money he was spending on this trip. It was obvious how much Eren longed for this, longed to finally see the never ending body of salt water and a warm, happy feeling settled in the deepest parts of Levi’s chest at the sight of him. He was the one who made that look on his face possible after all, and that alone made him feel so damn lucky.

Levi had known since before he even started dating Eren how badly the boy wanted to make a trip like this. The young man had never gotten to see the ocean before, not even when he was a kid plastering cheesy, obviously photoshopped pictures of it all over the walls of his room. No matter how much they wished they could, it was just not possible for his parents to take him. It was not for a lack of funds, the Jaeger family was more than well off, however, his father, being one of the best surgeons in Germany, had always been far too busy and tired to go on a vacation as far as the Mediterranean. And so, all the Jaeger family vacations were spent at their vacation house by a lake not far from their city, but still far enough for them to be cut off from society and reach of telecommunications.

Despite everything, Eren did love it there. He did love spending time with his whole family – even though his half-brother pissed him off beyond belief sometimes – and he was always happy to go back there. But it still wasn’t enough for him. Every year, Eren complained how the lake wasn’t big enough, how it was surrounded by stones and conifers instead of sand and palm trees.

And that was why Levi was more than happy to pay for this trip, a dream vacation to celebrate their third anniversary together since he was finally being able to afford it. He had graduated successfully a year ago – thank fuck – and managed to find a decent paying work soon after. He had been saving up ever since and Levi could say it was definitely worth it just to see Eren’s reaction when he presented him with the plane tickets.

Returning back to the present, Levi smirked slightly, shoving Eren gently away and towards the water. “Go on, stop eyeing it like that. It’s not going to evaporate as soon as you fucking touch it.”

Eren yelped slightly at Levi’s not-so-gentle urging, blinking over his shoulder at his boyfriend in confusion, a cute pout forming on his lips. “You’re not coming?”

“In a bit,” Levi said, gesturing behind them, at the still-vacant spot on the beach they had managed to snag for themselves, to show he was going to set up their little camp first. “I’ll try to make sure the sand doesn’t get everywhere first,” he added with a slightly disgusted frown. Levi hated sand, the shitty thing had the uncanny ability to get exactly where you didn’t want it to get and the zip-lock bags Levi insisted on using for their things for this very reason weren’t nearly enough of a reassurance. Just the idea of having to shake sand out of his book annoyed him. He didn’t even want to think about what would happen if it got into his clothes.

Eren nodded in understanding then, before he quickly pulled of his shirt and threw it carelessly aside, leaning in to give Levi a small kiss. Then he was gone, off towards the water, and Levi could only watch as he jumped in, laughing at the way the waves splashed and sprayed him. He looked so damn happy and a sort of calm and content feeling settled in Levi’s stomach, warming him from the inside. Eren’s joy was so pure, so innocent, so contagious that Levi couldn’t help but feel giddy as well.

He could only shake his head with amusement when Eren took a sip of the water, only to spit it back out a split second later with the most disgusted expression that he was probably capable of. Then Levi turned away from the sight of his boyfriend playing like a kid so he could finally focus on his task of arranging their little spot. It took him a few minutes, the sand working hard against his need to have the towels perfectly aligned. Satisfied at last, Levi took a step back, causing the sand – and the towels right along with it – to move again, making him give up with a frustrated sigh. Shooting one last glare at their towels, he reminded himself that Eren was going to just flop on his towel and mess up all his efforts anyway, before he threw the rest of their things on top of his own towel without any more fucks to give.

With finality, he turned back around to face the water and join Eren, who was apparently having the time of his life in the water. He wasn’t even swimming, just jumping around with the waves, giggling like a little kid when the salt water splashed his face. It was obvious to anyone who saw him how delighted he was. How much joy he found in letting the water wash over him and ruin his hair style, as sloppy as his bun may have been to begin with.

Levi was immensely glad in that moment that he had succeeded in talking Eren out of keeping his beloved flower crown on before going to the beach. Even if he had somehow managed to have it stay on his head, there was no way it would survive this abuse.

Speaking of which, Levi kind of doubted even his ridiculous hair tie would survive.

A fond chuckle escaped Levi as he walked across the sand, navigating between the many towels spread out everywhere. He had to admit he hated it; hated the amount of people vacationing out there, hated the sand, and he was pretty sure he would hate the sea as well once he was actually touching it. But looking at Eren, seeing how delighted he was... he didn’t even care how the sand would get inside his swim trunks or how many people there were, watching them, or how dirty the water was. Eren was happy, beyond happy, and that was all that that really mattered to him in the end.

Or that was what Levi thought at least, until his feet came into contact with the water. It was cold as shit and Levi cursed Eren’s naturally high body temperature for not caring and giving him a warning. Watching the brat, it was as if the water was a comfortable, almost-boiling temperature, which was just how Levi liked it. It definitely didn’t seem like it was in fact fucking freezing. Levi shuddered and retreated, opting to stay on the hot sand, under the scorching heat of the sun.

“Are you planning on just standing there?” came a familiar voice a second later, Levi’s sudden backtracking probably catching Eren’s eyes.

Looking at Eren paddling in the water a little bit away and staring at him with the biggest puppy eyes, Levi couldn’t help but sigh. “Give me a moment, I’m coming.”

Levi snickered to himself at the pout Eren gave him, obviously dissatisfied with Levi’s slowness at adjusting to the water temperature. But then he took a step closer, letting the incoming waves wash over his feet, and an involuntarily shudder ran up his spine.

Now it was Eren’s turn to snicker and Levi tried to shoot his boyfriend a glare, only to see he was now way closer than he was a moment ago. The brat was kneeling in the shallows now, probably to get a better view of the show that was Levi’s progress – or lack there off. Levi wanted to tell him to go eat shit but even he knew he was being ridiculous, the water wasn’t that cold by normal standards, however, it was not like he could help it. Unless you were able to cook an egg in it, it just wasn’t warm enough for Levi. Eying the water that now reached as high as his knees, and that was sending shivers all the way through his body, he wished he could just jump in like Eren did. But the water was just so cold-

A shout escaped Levi’s lips, shock overcoming him as something cold and wet covered him from the waist down.

At the same moment, Eren burst into laughter and Levi could do nothing but glare down at his so-called boyfriend, who obviously thought it was a brilliant idea to splash Levi while he was struggling to even make a single step forward. “What the actual fuck, Eren,” Levi growled lowly but Eren only continued to chortle. Seriously, Eren could be so ridiculous sometimes and despite his better judgement, Levi had to fight down his own laughter to keep up his appearances.

“You need to simply jump in, it’s easier if you don’t stop to think about it,” Eren managed to get out in between gasps for air. “So I thought I’d help you with that.” He blinked up at Levi prettily from his still kneeling position as he offered him a brilliant smile, one that he knew would always make Levi feel weak. Only he was completely ruining it with the bursts of laughter he couldn’t contain. Not to mention Eren’s messy bun was completely falling apart by that point, a few strands falling out of it here and there, and his frilly hair tie barely holding on. It was still stuck in his hair for the time being, but to Levi it seemed it’s only purpose now was to make Eren’s long hair stick out every which way, creating an absolutely ridiculous halo around his head.

With the effect of his smile completely ruined, Levi narrowed his eyes dangerously at Eren’s continued giggling. Taking advantage of him not paying attention, Levi leaned down to scoop up a handful of water in retaliation.

Eren shrieked loudly, jumping up and away from the water Levi threw at his face. However, kneeling in the sand as he was until then, he easily lost balance and fell backwards, promptly submerging into the sea, hands flailing around in a fruitless search of something to hold onto, but merely smacking at the waves with loud splashing. Levi didn’t have it in him to feel sorry for his actions. Not when Eren emerged back up a few seconds later, standing up fully just a bit away from Levi, spitting water and rubbing at his face to get the water out of his eyes without much result, a disgruntled, twisted expression adorning his face. And not even when a wave larger than the ones before came just as Eren was getting his bearings back, throwing him off balance again, and nearly sending him back underwater, face first this time.

Obviously, Eren didn’t appreciate Levi’s amusement. He lunged forward to grab his hand, successfully taking Levi off guard and pulling him towards himself. Before Levi could brace himself, he was falling into the water right next to the vindictive brat. At that point, the only thing he could do was to tightly close his eyes and mouth, holding his breath and await his untimely death in the cold, unforgiving arms of the Mediterranean sea.

Above the water, his view obscured by the foam created by Levi’s fall and sand that rose up after, Eren frowned when Levi still didn’t come up moments later, the brunet getting slightly worried. But then another shriek escaped him as something latched onto his middle, forcing him to fall backwards once more. In his surprise, he expected to gulp down some of the disgustingly salty water, but before that could happen, something else firmly pressed down on his mouth. Smiling wide into the kiss, his arms automatically going around Levi’s neck, pulling him closer.

The two of them emerged gasping for breath only seconds later, Eren’s hands clutching at Levi’s shoulders while Levi’s were wrapped tightly around Eren’s waist.

As soon as they were breathing normally again, they both burst out laughing. It was ridiculous. They were ridiculous and Levi loved every second of it. At some point, Eren slowly moved closer, resting his forehead against Levi’s gently, the two of them staring into each other’s eyes intently and both smiling like the love-sick idiots they were.

“Thank you,” Eren mumbled after a while, his voice barely audible against the sounds of the sea and the other people talking and laughing all around them. He didn’t have to say anything more, didn’t have to explain for Levi to understand.

The other man only huffed out a small chuckle, smiling softly up at his lover. “You’re welcome, brat.”

Eren smiled back at the pet name, his expression melting into something so grateful, so loving, and Levi couldn’t resist any longer. He leaned in, making their lips connect once again just as the next wave crashed over them. Not that either of them noticed, sharing a kiss that was chaste and slow, and yet somehow so much more meaningful than the most passionate ones they have shared.

At that moment, as they both shivered from being drenched in cold, salty water, Eren’s hair sticking to both their faces and as his frilly, pastel green hair tie was already irrevocably lost, somewhere on it’s way to become one with the sea garbage... neither of them could be happier.

#snk #ereri #riren #EreriWritingPrompt6 #ererifluffweekend #fluff #really #it's just fluff #nothing else #pastel metalhead eren #katie pretends to fic #at this point i feel llike the story is more revi's than mine #it also gave me like 3 weeks of anxiety #hope it was at least worth it a bit #also hope nobody reads my tags #seriously #at this point i can't even make sense of half the sentences #i hope everyone else can

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Any headcanons how would horror movie marathon go with MatsuHanaIwaOi? :3c Who pretends not to be scared, who freaks out all the time, who is bored, who leaves in the scariest moments bc he 'has to pee' or 'can't watch movies without popcorn and they just run out of it' and absolutely not bc he's scared (bc he's not. Not that others believe him)? And what's next? How do they sleep (if they sleep at all), who sees things in the dark? Etc. :3c

Hi dear! How’s going? I hope you’re holidays are going well. 

I’ve received a hard blow and lately I don’t feel really good in general, just…very stressed and sad under the surface? But I’m fighting it and writing is one of my ways! So I answered this ask because I LOVE MATSUHANAIWAOI and writing about them make me smile. (sorry for the selfishness) These dorks. I hope you’ll like it too.

 MatsuHanaIwaOi, Horror Movie Nights Headcanons

 -Let’ start with the kind of horror-watcher they are:

Iwaizumi usually prefers the ones leaning more toward the thriller side and doesn’t like the supernatural ones; however, he watches everything his boyfriends ask. He is sort of impossible to scare off, the worst they have seen him do was clenching his fists; it’s just that, in his mind, they are fictional, so there’s no reason to be afraid and consequently he’s not.

Matsukawa is the horror lover! He enjoys every type, even the most shitty and splatter ones. He freaks out at the right moments during the movies, but he loves the thrill and the adrenaline. He also likes to comment under his breath and talks with the characters.

Oikawa is the “I fake I’m not afraid because I’m too proud but I’m actually freaking out” type. He refuses to admit he’s scared, every time. Even if he knows they know he’s lying, he insists he can take it. And then he spends the movie trying to flee during the scary scenes with different excuses until the others reach their limit and block him down.

Hanamaki is terrified and has admitted it from the start. He hates horror movies. He protests and tries everything, from the puppy-eyes to the steamy kisses, to persuade them to choose something else; he gets scared easily and screams loudly, holding onto them or hiding under the blankets. He’s not embarrassed about that, he’s a man who can admit his weaknesses, not like somebody else…

-Every movie night, in a rotation, one of them chooses the movie. 99% Matsukawa chooses a horror movie. Iwa agrees easily, Oikawa pales and stifles a smile, Makki glares. Then, the latter two tries in a (not really) subtle way to make him change his mind. They bribe or threaten him, propose other movies or activities and, when nothing works, they make up excuses to go to their room and do something else.

-The problem is that Matsukawa and Iwaizumi love when they freak out and get all clingy, so they punctually force them to watch it. They literally drag them on the coach.

-“I’m not scared, Iwa-chan. I have homework to do!”

“You have already finished them for the entire week, you can’t take a break.”

“Well, unlike liar-Tooru here, I simply hate them and, yes, I’m scared so- ISSEI PUT ME DOWN!”

“Sorry babe, I watched your tooth-rotting rom-com last Friday and even went to buy a muffin to comfort you after the heartbreaking end. You can endure this for me, don’t you?”

“Sly devil…”

“I’M NOT SCARED!”

“Then you don’t have problems watching one, right Tooru?”

“…right. Don’t bother me when you’ll have nightmares!”

-The positions are: Iwaizumi on the left, near the light, switches ‘cause he’s the only one enough brave to stand up and switch them on after the end; Oikawa beside him, hugging a pillow and fidgeting nervously; Makki between Oikawa and Matsukawa, wrapped in blankets, and using Matsukawa’s arm as a shield.

-Oikawa waits exactly five minutes before saying they need popcorn to enjoy the movie properly, and it takes him like ten minutes, instead of three, to make them. Then, he has to go to the bathroom. Check his e-mails because maybe the professors needed something! Or he needs to walk a little because is legs have fallen asleep…at this point, Iwaizumi traps him by his side and prohibits him to move until the end.

-Actually, Mattsun and Iwa are not all that cruel and, when they think a scary or bloody scene is going to happen, they promptly cover their boyfriends’ eyes.

-Iwaizumi has the habit to make pragmatic (or cynic) remarks about surreal or absurd aspects of the movie, especially if it’s a supernatural one.

“A normal girl would have called for help instead of opening the door, is she retarded?”

“She had heard screaming!”

“Exactly.”

-Oikawa, since he thinks he has a pride to protect, doesn’t scream or tremble. He just tenses and pales, clenching his teeth hard to not let a sound escape. He also uses the excuse of Makki being scared to wrap himself around him and when he thinks nobody is looking, he hides his face in Makki’s neck.

-At this point, Mattsun and Iwa usually join the pile and hug protectively the two scaredy-cats.

-Makki empathizes easily with the characters and this ends with him mumbling or screaming at them.

“Wait! Don’t go! Oh shit she’s gonna die, isn’t she?”

“Hiro, please, she-”

“I KNEW IT! YOU IDIOT! Why are you this stupid?”

“Well, she was playing around with guys instead of studying so-”

“Really, Iwa-chan?”

-Oikawa and Hanamaki aren’t allowed to keep the popcorn because both, in different occasions, had thrown them in the air due to a jump scare. Iwaizumi isn’t allowed either since he finishes them in less than ten minutes. Matsukawa is too lazy for that, so they put the bowl on the small table in front of the couch.

-No really, Iwa loves popcorn. They have to slap his hands away before he ends up with a stomach ache.

-Movie nights require being in pajamas for three reasons: 1) PJs are cute and comfy 2) afterward, they don’t want to spend time alone to change 3) sometimes they fell asleep directly on the couch.

-In bed, they sleep with Matsukawa hugging Oikawa who snuggles Hanamaki who’s being hugged by Iwaizumi, but in the morning they end up huddled on each other in a hot mess of limbs.

-Hanamaki has the horrible habit of asking if that shadow is really a shadow or if they had heard that noise? during the night. And it’s incredibly creepy. Half of the times, Oikawa breaks down and kicks Iwaizumi off the bed to go and check everything is fine.

This happens more than once. Some nights they don’t fall asleep until the morning. (Dorks.)

-Mattsun usually starts wondering aloud if is it possible in real life to break into an apartment like that or if a demon infested their house what would happen? in a completely serious voice. And this is creepier than Hanamaki, so Iwaizumi has to shut him up before things escalate (Or Oikawa kisses him because he really can’t take it anymore)

-Hanamaki sometimes has very vivid nightmares, who makes him scream or waking up in the middle of the night covered in cold sweats. Luckily, his boyfriends are there for him to whisper fond and reassuring things in his ears as they lull him back to sleep. Oikawa is especially good with his words, while Iwaizumi’s arm around the waist screams safety. Matsukawa usually hums soft lullabies or songs, and he has an incredible calming voice.

-The first times, Mattsun hadn’t understood how scared Oikawa was, even if he hid it, and used to play pranks on him. Until one night, after a movie about demons, Mattsun jumped out from the closet while the boy changed, wearing a monster mask, and scared him so much he started crying. It broke Matsukawa’s heart and he swore he would never do it again (and he also cuddled him a lot to make up for it).

Hanamaki scolded him either way.

Next day, Oikawa had his revenge by putting salt instead of sugar n Matsukawa’s coffee and everything went back to normal.

-Sometimes, Makki stress-eats sugary treats to chase away the fear and it’s one of the funniest scenes: Wrapped in blankets like a burrito, eyes red and pale skin, cheeks full of ice-cream, box and big spoon pulled to his chest as if they were an anchor.

Oikawa whines to have some too and Makki spoon-feeds him just to have him shut up.

-One time, Iwaizumi literally growled “Alright, you two stop whining. Always fawning over my arms and now you don’t believe I can protect you from a puny assassin? Shut up and sleep. I’m here.” To calm Oikawa and Makki.

His three boyfriends fell in love all over again. The next morning, they teased him mercilessly and he was deeply embarrassed by his cheesiness.

-Halloween Horror Movie Night is Oikawa and Makki’s worst nightmare. However, Matsukawa gets so excited about it they can’t find the heart to crush his plan. He’s a dork.

-Iwaizumi and Matsukawa don’t like when their boyfriends watch horror movies with someone else. That clingy cuteness should be only theirs. They always go grumpy and pouty if they do.

-The most absurd thing is that Oikawa is not scared of alien movies, no matter how bloody and scary they are. His boyfriends still don’t understand how it is possible.

#matsuhanaiwaoi #oikawa tooru #Iwaizumi Hajime #hanamaki takahiro #matsukawa issei #Horror movie #mattsun #issei #makki #hiro #Iwa-chan #tooru #matsukawa #hanamaki #Iwaizumi #oikawa #headcanons #iwaoi #matsuhana #hanaoi #matsuoi #hanaiwa #matsuiwa #dorks #fluff #sweet #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #romance #kiss

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Night Time in NYC

Rating: T

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 3645

Summary: Simon has no sense of direction and ends up lost in his recent home city of New York. But a helpful stranger offers to get him home. Based on "kiss that was regretted/more than one kiss" request.

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AN: Once again, Theo returns with the ridiculous and cheesy snowbaz fic. This is just pure tooth rotting fluff for all your fanperson needs. Hardly any angst at all really. Just Simon and Baz being pining idiots. After writing the The Sailor and The Siren I needed to do something simple and sweet. I had a lot of fun with it, cause who doesn't love uber fluff? :)

Simon

I don’t know where I am. Which is normal, but usually harmless. I can use Google maps to find where I’m going. But my shitty phone has decided to completely die on me. I hit in a desperate attempt to revive it. And it stays a dead brick.

“Shit,” I hiss.

Godammit. I should’ve accepted Penny and Micah’s offer for a ride home. But no, I decided to be fucking noble and self sacrificing and walk back to campus.

Alone.

In New York City.

At one in the morning.

I’m an idiot.

I think I’m walking in the generally right direction. But I don’t recognise anything. I’ve been living here for a less than a month so I still get lost. Numbered streets are easy, my arse.

From the distance, in the general silence, I hear noise. Muffled, but noise. People! Somewhere open. Where I can find someone with a phone and call a cab to get home! Thank every god for all night places in New York fucking City.

Following with my ears, I head towards some low rise brick buildings. As I go down a long dark alleyway (I’m going to get stabbed), the noise gets louder, stopping in front of a metal door. Thumping electronic music comes from behind it. Must be some nightclub. Aht bright red emergency exit sign hangs over it. Normally, I’d just leave and not risk going through a bloody emergency exit. But I’m beyond desperate. So I turn the handle

Holy shit. It’s like the TARDIS, bigger on the inside. Strobing multi coloured lights fill the massive room. I’m immediately engulfed in a sea of people. They’re all milling about around me. Talking, dancing, drinking. Dear lord, is this is what a real night club is like? It’s freaky. I don’t like it.

I shove my way through the bustling people, trying to find the bar. I bump into a guy and mumble “excuse me.”

“Hey sugar,” he says, taking my wrist, “why don’t you take off your coat and stay awhile?”

I blink rapidly, then look behind me to make sure he’s actually talking to me. “Um, what?”

He raises an eyebrow, smile seductive and obviously trying to tempt me. “I said why don’t you take your coat off? You can’t really find a guy in that.”

“Oh, uh, I’m not here...for that.”

He lifts both brows. “Then why are you in a gay dance club?”

Oh. Oh shit...

I look around the club. It’s mostly populated by impossibly buff men in tight shirts, standing very close and obviously talking in low, seductive voices. This is definitely a gay club. Not that I have a problem with gay people. (I’ve never given much thought to my sexuality, but I’m probably not 100% straight.) It’s just very unfamiliar and a bit intimidating. I’ve never been in straight club, let alone a gay one. And being so lost and stressed out, I don’t really feel like being flirted with right now.

“I uh, I...I gotta go,” I stutter out.

I rush off towards the bar. Maybe the bartender has a mobile I can borrow. Or maybe I’ll be thrown out for not paying. That would suck. I practically crash into smooth black counter, panting slightly. Fuck, the heat of the club plus my coat is not helping my stress levels. I hang my head, breathing slowly. I could really, really use something good right now.

“Hello,” someone with a posh British accent says next to me. “How are you?”

I turn to my left, and my heart promptly stops.

He’s gorgeous. Like, supermodel gorgeous. With cheekbones sharper than Benedict Cumberbatch, shining reddish-gold skin, and eyes like a goddamn hurricane. His relatively long black hair is slicked back like some old movie vampire. But it’s a weirdly good look on him. Makes him look sexy and sort of mysterious. His black t-shirt is tight on his defined chest. Equally dark jeans hug him in all the right places. The way he leans on the bar is confident but not cocky. Just self-assured. And it’s so, so hot. (80% straight maybe.)

“H-Hi,” I stutter. “Can you help me? I’m...lost.”

He cocks a perfect eyebrow. “But now you’ve met me and found your way? How sweet and cheesy.”

“No. I mean, I’m trying to get home, and I’m really lost. Like I don’t know where I am.”

Now both brows shoot up to his stark widow’s peak. His face convulses strangely for a second, then he suddenly bursts out laughing. He doubles over holding his stomach. My blush reaches my ears.

“Nevermind,” I grumble.

I turn to leave, but a slender fingered hand grabs my shoulder. I stop, mostly from the jolt his touch sends through my system.

“Sorry, sorry,” he says, laughing toned down. “How can I help?

I sigh, but still turn back to him. “I’m trying to get to Amsterdam and West 114th but my phone’s dead and I’ve never been in this area before and I’m obviously not a local and I just moved here like a month ago. So...I’m lost.”

“But, the streets are numbered.” His eyebrow furrow is so fucking cute. (Wait, no, focus Simon!)

“You’d be surprised at my ability to get turned around.”

A smirk tugs at the corner of his thin lip. “Understood. That’s Columbia, right? I know how to get there. It’s not that far. I’ll walk you.”

“Oh! No! You don’t have to. I mean, I don’t want to ruin your night.”

He waves his hand dismisvely. “I’m bored anyway. And I don’t want to risk you getting my directions then turning to the opposite way. C’mon, I need to get my coat.”

He motions me to follow, and strangely enough, I do. We squeeze through the bustling, sweaty crowd. The man bobs and weaves like a slinky snake. His body is so lithe, it’s incredible. We end up at the actual entrance, which has a coat check. Strange Man talks to the attractive behind the counter. He’s all smooth looks and easy words. I sort of envy him.

I expect the coat guy to hand him a fine wool jacket, or some versace coat (do they make coats?) But to my utter shock, he’s handed a puffy bright green ski coat. It’s not ugly per se. Just, kind of normal. This guy looks some seductive romance novel vampire. People like that aren’t supposed to wear a coat with ripped seams that squeezes his waist to make him look like a green Michelin Man. He leaves a tip for the coat guy and signals for me to follow. I scurry up to him.

“C’mon,” he says cheerily, “let’s go.”

We walk past a very intimidating bouncer and back out into the frigid New York air. Mystery man lets out a long exhale, breath clouding in front of his face. He motions for me to follow him up the street. It’s a bit difficult to keep up with his long legs.

“So,” I say after a long stretch of silence, “do you have a name?”

He flicks his grey eyes over to me. “Yes. Would you like to hear it?”

Okay, so he’s a total smartarse. Why do I find that frustrating yet attractive? “Sure, if you feel up to it,” I deadpan.

He smirks, chuckling slightly. “I’m Baz. And you are?”

“Simon, Simon Snow.”

“Hm. Interesting name.” His tone is shows the slightest twinge of interest. It makes my heart stutter a bit. “So how did you end up accidentally wandering into a gay nightclub?”

I look at the ground sheepishly. “Uh, I was out with my friends at some karaoke place. They offered to give me a ride but their place is in the opposite direction, so I said I could go on my own. But then my phone died, so I just wandered into the closest place with people. Hence...”

“Hence the gay nightclub.”

I shrug. “Yeah. Not my smartest move.”

He shrugs too. It’s somehow more graceful than mine. “Well, you found me. So I’d say it was a pretty smart move.”

I flick my eyes over to him, just for a moment. His smile is only slight, but it’s there. I turn away again, too embarrassed to keep looking at him.

“Why were you in the club?” I ask quickly, aching to fill the even brief silence.

Baz sighs and kicks the sidewalk with his polished boot. “My stupid friend/roommate's idea. He keeps pestering me to go out and meet someone. I finally snapped and said I’d go to this club tonight if he’d stop bugging me.”

“Oh. Sorry for taking you away from it...”

He waves dismissively again, the exact same motion as earlier. “I told you, I was bored. No one there interested me. I’d much rather be home with my books.”

That catches my attention. Books? Movie vampire guy loves books? I thought he’d spend his time practicing smoldering expressions in the mirror. “You a bookworm?”

“That’s what Niall calls me. He says my library puts Oxford and Cambridge to shame.”

“What do you read?”

He sighs noncommittally. “Lots of stuff, I guess. Mostly historical texts though. I like English language development, how it evolved over time. Just a hobby though.”

Wow, what a hobby, I think immediately. He reminds me way too much of Penny. Learning weird shit just for fun. I just stick to what I’m good at, never straying from my numbers. But he tries different things. I find it just as admirable in him as I do in her. Maybe just a bit more, because I don’t find Penelope unbelievably attractive. (65% straight, tops).

We walk past a raised cement beam. Out of habit, I jump up to walk on it. (I always take an opportunity to jump around. Penny calls me a child.) Baz looks at me strangely. But I like being up here. It gives me a better view of him.

“So,” I say dragging out the vowel. “You’re English like me, right?”

He raises a brow. (He seems to be really good at that.) “Accent gave that away huh?”

I roll my eyes like Penny does.“Oh shut up, you know what I mean. Where are you from in England?”

“Hampshire, originally. You?”

“London. I came here for school.”

“I did as well. You go to Columbia, right? Or we’re walking to the wrong campus.”

I chuckle and look away nervously. “Uh, yeah. For maths.”

“Wow, impressive. That’s a tough program to get into.”

I turn back to him. His eyes are wide with genuine impressed awe, one lip corner quirked up in a smile. My cheeks feel hot. I hope I’m not too red. “T-Thanks. It's difficult but, interesting.”

"I'm glad to hear.

I reach the end of the beam and jump down, swinging around a lamp pole. I land right in front of him and stumble on a crack on the sidewalk. Suddenly, he catches me, hands clasping both my forearms. He looks at me wide eyed, now loose black strands falling in front of them. (The hair gel isn’t that strong I guess.) The sensation of his touch shoots up my nerves so quickly and intensely I nearly fall again. Before I do, I pull away, walking next to him again. Though I think we’re a little closer. Not sure if he’s moved towards me or I’ve moved towards him

“Where do you go?” I ask, voice rapid and even more nervous.

Baz bites at his lip anxiously. “Okay, I’ll tell you, but you have to promise not to freak out.”

My brow pinches together, mouth turning into a confused frown. “...alright?”

He looks at the ground, like I have many times tonight. “I...go to Juilliard.”

Oh. My. God. My jaw practically hits the floor. “Holy shit!”

“You promised not to freak out,” he groans, head rolling back

“You didn’t warn me it was fucking Juilliard! Are you like, a super talented actor? Or a future Broadway dancer?” I try not to imagine Baz in a tight black leotard (it’s very difficult).

Baz chuckles, shaking his head back and forth. “Nothing that exciting, sorry. I go there for music.”

“What do you play?”

“Violin.”

Strangely, I can see it. Baz with the instrument under his chin and stretched out across his long arm. Dragging the bow across the strings, grey eyes closed in concentration, humming along to the tune...

“Simon? Hello?”

I’m snapped out my stupid day dream. Baz is looking at me very confused. I turn away, hoping to hide the blush I know is increasing on my cheeks.

“That sounds really cool, actually.”

“Really?”

“Y-Yeah, really. Violin is fucking hard.”

“Thanks. Few people say that.”

I can’t help but smile, and neither can he apparently.

He cups his hands around his mouth and breathes out, air misting through his fingers. “This city is too fucking cold,” he mutters. He reaches into his coat pockets and draws out a pair of garishly orange knitted mittens. They have large holes in them where their maker dropped stitches. Baz notices me staring at them.

“What?” He says.

“Oh, uh, just...your gloves are...interesting.”

He giggles (fucking giggles, holy shit). “Yeah, I know. My younger sister made them for me before I left. To keep me warm. She’s only 7 though, so knitting her skills aren’t exactly perfect. The sentiment is what’s important though. Wearing them reminds me of her.”

What kind of guy wears shitty mittens made by his little sister just because he misses her? A perfect one, I think. (40% straight at most.) “That’s actually quite sweet.”

“Why thank you” he chuckles. “Do you have any siblings?”

My shoulders droop. “No. I...I don’t know who my parents are. Proper little orphan Annie here.”

“Oh. I’m very sorry.”

The look of pity on his face makes my heart hurt, but not in a good way. I don’t like people feeling sorry for me. I shrug all the way up to my ears. “Whatever. It doesn’t matter. Don’t need parents. Got my own little family now.”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

I sigh, catching a pole and swinging around it far too dramatically. I need to stop for a second, gather my head. Baz stops too, looking at me curiously. “I mean, I’ve got friends who are way better than whoever abandoned me. Penelope, her boyfriend, Micah, Agatha, they care about me and I care about them. And Penny says family isn’t who your related to but who you love. So they’re my family, I guess. Closest I’ve got. Don’t need blood relations.”

I lift my head up from the ground. Baz is no longer looking at me with pity. I’m not sure how he’s looking now. Something between confusion, wonder, and...maybe admiration. I hope it’s admiration. I may be projecting though.

I let go of the pole, shoving my hands in my pockets and keeping my head down. “I-I don’t know, it’s dumb.”

“No,” Baz says firmly. “I don’t think so. It makes sense.”

I look up, just slightly. His grin is soft, caring and understanding. But it’s not small and sort of hidden like before. It’s wide and obvious and meant for me. If my blush was bad before it must be raging now.

“Thanks,” I say quietly.

We resume walking again. I don’t stoop as much. We stay in comfortable silence, but I sneak glances at Baz. His hair is completely loose now and falling in his face with a bit of a wave. It looks better actually. Makes him look more human, less out-of-reach gorgeous.

Just as we round a corner, I spot something familiar. A big ridiculous statue on top of a building glass building.

“Hey!” I say excitedly. “I know that thing! We’re really close.”

Baz squints at where I’m pointing, frowning in the most adorable way possible. “Ugh, I can’t see it. Hang on.”

He opens his coat and reaches into the inside pocket. To my utter astonishment, he pulls out a pair of rectangle wireframe glasses. Like that of a university professor or a librarian. Once he puts them on, he stops squinting. They rest on his long nose perfectly. And now Baz has made full transition from mysterious sexy club goer to violin playing, adorable little sister having, puffy coat wearing, language history nerd. Yet somehow, I like him even more than I did at first.

“Huh,” Baz says, “you’re right. I know it too. We just have to go through that gate across the street.” He turns to me and sees my slack mouthed expression. His brows push together adorably. “What? Is something wrong with my face?”

“Uh, no! It’s just...you wear glasses?”

He takes them off quickly. “Yeah. Well, I’m supposed to. I don’t usually though. I’m near sighted, so I can usually get away without them. They just make me look so bloody dorky.”

“I don’t think so,” I blurt out, immediately dropping my gaze to my feet. “I-I don’t think they look dorky. They look...nice. On you.”

I flick my eyes up quickly, just enough to catch the grin pulling at both sides of his lips.

“You flatter me too much,” he says in a slightly self deprecating tone.

“Only cause it’s true,” I reply quietly.

Baz spins the spectacles in his hands for a second, and instead of putting them back in his coat, he slides them up onto his forehead. Not exactly on his face but close. It’s actually quite cute. Like he’s a messy haired student. Which...I guess he is. Even if he’s a fancy Juilliard student.

Past the gate, we enter the Columbia campus. It’s beautiful, even at night. I like it. It’s greener than the rest of this glass and concrete city.

“Hey this is my building,” I say, grabbing Baz’s sleeve to stop him.

We freeze in front the lawn. Across the manicured grass is South Lawn, where they put all first year students. It’s huge and block-like and gorgeous. It reminds me of the Georgian buildings in England. Baz flips down his glasses and looks at it in awe, making a little whistle.

“Wow,” he whispers. “I’ve heard of Columbia buildings, but...wow”

“Yeah,” I chuckle. “Pretty neat.”

“Understatement of the century, Snow.” He puts his glasses back, looking down at me with a nervous smile. “So, I guess this is your stop.”

I shuffle my feet, rubbing the back of my neck. “Yeah. Should probably get up there before my ro-”

Quick as lightning, Baz leans to my left and kisses my cheek. It’s so soft and light I barely feel it. Like a cool brush of wind against my skin. But my face still goes beet red. I look up. Baz resembles a terrified deer in the headlights, eyelids completely pulled back and lips hanging open.

“I-I, uh-,” he stutters out quietly. “Sorry. That was completely inappropriate. We’ve only just met, I just, I got caught up in the moment, and I guess I just decided to go for it. But I’m sorry that was-”

“You missed.” For once, my words are clear and precise. Baz’s sinking head snaps up, looking even more terrified than before.

“W-what did you say?”

I take a step closer to him. We’re barely a foot apart. I can feel his hot nervous breath on my skin. “You missed. Try a little more to my right this time, okay?”

Red darkens his lovely cheeks like a bashful schoolboy. “Seriously?”

“Yeah,” I step even closer, tilting my head slightly to the side. “Seriously.”

He leans down, eyes fluttering shut. I stand on my toes, and we meet halfway.

His lips are soft and cool, lightly pressed against mine. It’s probably the most chaste kiss I’ve ever experienced. Yet I can feel it in every nerve in my body. Baz’s hand brushes against mine, and I move to hold it firmly. His other cups my cheek, thumb tracing over the skin. Our lips part slightly and slot together. And it just feels too right.

I pull back, as does Baz. I don’t want to get myself too worked up on a first date. (Is this a first date? Fuck if I know.) His eyes open only halfway. And his cheeks are so red they’d put Disney princesses to shame. I grin at him, and he grins back. I hold my open hand in front of him.

“Gimme your mobile,” I say. He raises an eyebrow. I sigh exasperatedly. “Look, I’d give you mine to put your number in, but as I mentioned before, it’s dead. So give me your’s so you can contact me again. That’s what you want right?”

His brow falls and his mouth forms an “o” shape. “Yeah, yeah of course.” He rummages in his pocket and pulls out a pristine white iPhone. Once unlocked, he hands it to me. “Here”

I giggle at his background. (It’s a violin pun). Quickly, I enter in my number under “Directionless Moron”, then give it to him. He throws his head back laughing at the contact name.

“Call me,” I say. “Or text me. Just...something me.”

Baz chuckles. “Don’t worry, I will. I definitely want to see you again.”

My grin threatens to split my face in half. I squeeze his hand. “Same here. Goodnight for now, Baz.”

“Goodnight, Simon.”

I walk off down the lawn. Just as I reach the door, I take one last look back. Baz is still standing there. He’s got his glasses on. I realise it’s so he can see me get into the building. To make sure I’m okay, or maybe just watch me. I give one last wave. He waves back. I practically skip the rest of my way to my room.

Man, what an incredible night.

AN: Hope you enjoyed it! Tbh Baz in glasses is my aesthetic so that's they it keeps showing up in my AUs. Honestly he'd look so good in them. Anyway, this was a lot of fun and I hope you all liked it :D

#carry on #snowbaz #snowbaz fanfiction #simon snow #baz pitch #normal au #fluff #mysnowbazfic

[osullivanml]

Merry and Bright

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by queenpenthesilea

For the record, Tony would like to say that it was all Fury’s fault.

“You want us to go on a Christmas retreat?” Tony asked incredulously. “We’re the Avengers, not the Brady Bunch.”

In which Thor doesn't understand s'mores, Tony is not a cuddler, and snowball fights are all fun and games until someone gets Natasha in the face.

Words: 6059, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Iron Man (Movies), Captain America (Movies), Thor (Movies), The Incredible Hulk (2008), Marvel

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Bruce Banner, Thor (Marvel), Nick Fury

Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Tony Stark & Avengers Team, Clint Barton & Natasha Romanov, Bruce Banner & Thor, Nick Fury & Tony Stark, Nick Fury & Avengers Team

Additional Tags: Fluff, just so much fluff, like honestly this is tooth achingly sweet, I never write things this fluffy, Christmas, Christmas Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Team as Family, Avengers Family, Domestic Avengers, Snowball Fight, Sharing a Bed, So many tropes, takes place sometime after the first avengers movie, Not Avengers: Endgame (Movie) Compliant, Not Avengers: Infinity War Part 1 (Movie) Compliant, Not Avengers: Age of Ultron (Movie) Compliant, im just gonna ignore marvel and write one big happy fucking family thx, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Tony Feels, Steve Rogers Feels, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Pining, Mutual Pining, Tropes, Cheesy, I JUST HAVE A LOT OF FEELS OKAY, Canon Can Kiss My Ass, my babies deserve love and happiness

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#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #FANDOM TAG

[lveclouds]

post rehearsal boba (jhs x reader)

a/n: hi angels!!! this is the third installment in the bubble tea date series!! ty guys so much for supporting me and my writing, it really means a lot and i’m eternally grateful for the constant love and support. also, i might’ve gone a bit overboard with the description of their dancing styles hehe and yes they’re practicing the no more dream choreo here hehe (this drabble takes place during the time of the 5th muster btw)

genre: fluff, tooth-rotting fluff, v cheesy (you’ve been warned ok) 

word count: 100+

rating: g (for all audiences)

(again, pls let me know if you want to be added to the taglist!)

(in which hoseok takes you to your favorite boba tea place to cool off after bts’ long rehearsal for their upcoming concert)

though the air inside the studio was a bit stuffy and warm, you decided to not let it bother you, for this was the only place where you could see your boyfriend, hoseok, dance his heart out. you had always loved watching him dance, his movements always precise and sharp and breathtaking. whenever hoseok invited you to sit in on bangtan’s rehearsals, you always went, no matter what. 

and that’s where you were currently, sitting on a black folding chair with a few bighit employees, watching bts rehearse for their upcoming concert. you never got tired of seeing them perform, for it never failed to take your breath away. all of their dance styles were all unique and you loved watching how they seemed to move as one. jungkook was powerful and precise, jimin had years of contemporary dancing under his belt, and it definitely showed in their last performance, when he had twirled and jumped around the stage with ease, a white silk sheet in his hands as he performed to the instrumental version of i need u. he always looked extremely grateful, and yet he always managed to captivate everyone in the audience. taehyung was sharp and powerful, and seemed to radiate a mysterious aura. however, he was also a member that could easily enchant everyone with his gaze. the hyung line were also no different. namjoon and jin, according to hoseok, had struggled a lot with picking up choreography, but they worked hard to improve. their dancing styles are distinct, almost a little subtle at times, but incredible nonetheless. yoongi was a confident dancer, and though he continuously denied the fact that he could dance; he contradicted his statements with how he seemed to pick up moves easily and execute them on stage. and, lastly, there was hoseok. hoseok always stood out from the rest, in a good way, of course. he was powerful and a bit intimidating at times; his movements always precise and sharp. you never failed to be amazed at how he danced along to the beat of a song with expertise and ease. hoseok was also another member that commanded your attention onstage. he was also the one who was responsible for teaching the other members choreography, and even contributed some of his own moves to it. 

you watched in awe as they rehearsed no more dream, all of their moves precise and confident, and you fought the urge to break out into applause when all the members turned around, and jungkook picked up jimin as if he weighed nothing, running him along his hyungs’ backs. it all happened so fast, and you wished you could turn back time and watch the moment unfold once more. 

jungkook ran up to you immediately, doe eyes wide and bright, soft black hair messy and unruly, a few strands sticking to his forehead. he looked exhausted, but happy nonetheless. “what did you think?” you smiled fondly at the maknae. “it was amazing, guk. all of you are such incredible performers.” a shade of pink settled across his cheeks, smiling shyly. “thank you.” “no need to thank me, guk.” you reached out and ruffled his hair affectionately. “you’re too cute, guk.” said man pouted. “i’m not cute. i’m a grown man.” you laughed. “i know you are ,jungkook. you’re cute, though.” the maknae rolled his eyes playfully. “whatever you say, y/n.” with that, he walked off to talk to taehyung, who was huddled in the corner of the room, fiddling with his phone. 

 later, after you and hoseok had said your goodbyes to the other members, promising to meet them back at the dorm for dinner, he suggested that the two of you go for a quick bubble tea run. a few minutes later, you and hoseok were sitting in a booth, enjoying your drinks and each other’s company. as you were busy with your internship. you barely got to see him. fortunately, today was one of your rare days off, and you made sure to take the opportunity to spend as much time with hoseok as possible. 

“so, how did you like today’s rehearsal?” he asked, reaching up to brush a few stray strands of hair off his forehead.  “it was amazing. i loved it. all of you are incredible dancers.” a light shade of pink settled across his cheeks, a shy smile gracing his perfect features. “t-thank you. we were all stressing out it about last night. we want to make sure that everything’s perfect for army.” you reached across the table to squeeze his hand gently. “you’ll do amazing, and they’ll love it. they always do.” you reassured him. hoseok gave you a grateful smile, which made your heart swell. his smile was so gorgeous and it never failed to take your breath away. 

“will you come to the concert?” you scoffed. “babe, is that even a question? of course i’ll be there!” hoseok laughed. “i was just making sure.” “we should probably get back. jin’s going to be pissed if the food gets cold.” 

as you walked back to the dorm with hoseok, you couldn’t help but sneak a few secret glances at him every now and then. hoseok was easily one of the most gorgeous guys you’d ever laid eyes on, with soft, light brown hair that always looked so soft, beautiful hazel eyes, perfect eyebrows and nose, sharp jawline, and, last but not least, his lips. his lips were pink and plush and were like heaven to kiss. you couldn’t help to be endeared by the mole on his upper lip, which you personally found adorable. he had an adonis like beauty, for you couldn’t believe that someone that stunning existed. to top it all off,  hoseok made the loose, white shirt and distressed denim shorts (it’s the outfit he wore in the the ddaeng practice video) he was currently sporting look more glamorous than it should. 

“it’s not fair.” you mumbled. “what’s not fair?” “why are you so beautiful, hoseok?” he let out an amused laugh. you huffed in frustration. “i’m serious.” “i don’t know, babe. ask my parents.” 

you shoved him lightly on the shoulder. “you’ve been hanging out with jin too much.” he scoffed. “i don’t know what you mean by that. jin hyung’s just confident.” “well, it’s definitely rubbing off on you, then.” hoseok chuckled. “i guess so. anyway, thank you for letting me know that you think i’m gorgeous.” he teased. you blushed furiously. “s-shut up. y-you weren’t supposed to hear that.” “i’m glad i did, though.” he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, placing a soft kiss on the side of your head. “i love you.” “i love you, too.” 

a/n: this sucked but i hope it was ok! next drabble will be jin’s!! and then i’m thinking of posting another chapter of my untamed au hehe before i work on the drabbles for the maknae line!

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[lveclouds]

neighbor (park jimin x reader) 

word count: idek anymore 

genre: fluff, just tooth rotting fluff, a bit cliche/cheesy 

a/n: my first jimin drabble!!! this is the typical au where park jimin is your gorgeous next door neighbor and you have a huge crush on him hehe this prompt is very cliche and cheesy but i wanted to write something like this! hope you all like it! 

it was a warm autumn afternoon when he arrived. you were standing in your cluttered but somewhat cozy kitchen, standing by one of the massive windows that took up one side of the room, coffee mug in hand, admiring how the sun’s bright rays peaked through the soft white clouds, bathing the world in golden beams of light, when you noticed a van pull into the driveway next door. almost instantaneously, men clad in blue uniforms jumped out of the vehicle and began moving boxes to the house, one by one. you felt a bit creepy for watching them, but you were curious as to who was moving in. then, he jumped out of the van and you swore your heart nearly stopped when you saw him. your new neighbor was handsome. well, maybe that’s a bit of an understatement, you had thought. he was gorgeous, too much so for his own good,and possessed the kind of beauty that even aphrodite herself would be envious of. his hair was soft and the color of lilacs; the strands soft and seemed to be constantly falling into his eyes. his features were nothing short of flawless, a strong jawline, perfect eyebrows and nose, and perhaps your favorite feature: his lips. they were soft and pillow-like, plusher and fuller than most guys you knew. he was wearing dainty silver earrings, along with a few rings on his hands, which were small but so beautifully crafted. needless to say, your next door neighbor was incredibly stunning, and you wondered how you were ever going to muster up the courage to talk to him. 

it’d only been less than five months since he moved in and you had barely spoken a word to him. you didn’t even know his name. finally, after contemplating for what seemed like days, you mustered up the courage to go over and talk to him instead of hiding in your house like a coward. 

you clutched the freshly made plate of chocolate chip cookies tightly as you nervously made your way up the driveway. your heart was beating furiously in your chest, and you felt as if you could pass out at any second. 

you exhaled slowly before raising your hand to slowly knock on the door. after a few agonizing seconds, the door opened, and you immediately felt your cheeks warm at the radiant smile he was giving you. he looked devastatingly gorgeous  in an oversized white hoodie and black sweatpants, hair messy and unruly, almost if he had just woken up from a long nap. “hi.” “hi, i just wanted to come by and give you these cookies as a little welcome gift to the neighborhood! i know it’s kinda late and all, but i just wanted to introduce myself.” your neighbor’s smile only seemed to brighten as he gently took the plate of cookies from your hands. “let me put this in the kitchen, i’ll be right back.” when he was gone, you let out a sigh of relief. that was a lot easier than i thought it was going to be, you thought. your neighbor practically exuded kindness and you were grateful that he didn’t turn out to be an asshole. 

he returned a few seconds later, practically beaming. “i don’t think we’ve met, have we?” you shook your head. “i’m y/n.” “nice to meet you, i’m jimin.” jimin. the name suited him well. “i apologize for my appearance. i’ve been cleaning all day.” you dismissed his apology with a wave. “it’s ok, don’t worry about it.” jimin chuckled, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. “so, what brings you to the neighborhood?” you asked, mentally cringing at how awkward and old-fashioned you sounded. however, jimin didn’t seem to mind, as he told you how he had moved here because of a close friend from his high school, and that he was now working at the local cafe downtown. you asked him which one, and when jimin told you the name, you had smiled and told him that that was the cafe you went to everyday after work. “that’s great! so maybe we’ll see each other there?” you nodded. “yes, hopefully.” 

then, the conversation seemed to flow from there. you learned that jimin was also an aspiring dancer, and he often attended dance lessons at a studio that was owned by one of his closest friends, jung hoseok. he even invited you to come and watch him dance sometime, which you eagerly agreed to. jimin was such a comfortable person to talk to, and you already felt as if you could tell him just about anything and everything. then, just as you were about to leave, jimin slipped a piece of paper into your hand. “call or text me anytime. i’d love to talk to you more, if that’s ok with you.” “of course!” you then gave him yours, and shyly waved goodbye to him as you tried not to happily skip down the driveway. 

you felt your heart warm at the thought of becoming friends with jimin. what if we become something more? you then shook that thought away. you just met and you’re already thinking about dating him? calm down y/n, you thought. 

there was one thing you were sure of, however. you knew that whatever relationship you and jimin had, you were grateful that you now had him in your life. 

a/n: ahhhh this was really bad but i hope you guys liked it!!! 

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#mine #my first jimin drabble!!! #hope you guys liked this!!!