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hxroccmplexarchived · 2 years

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@nvrcmplt asked: “ your kisses mean the world to me. both of yours, y'know?“ Hanazaki @ Tarek and Kian

little kissy kissy

Kian is the one to react first, swiveling his torso around to stare at Hanazaki before a beaming smile spreads across his cheeks. He coos, eyes bright and phone left discarded on his bedside nightstand. His mobile app games will have to wait. “Aww, really? Really, really?” There’s a laugh at the edge of his voice as he crawls over Hanazaki, his hands tiny compared to the biceps Kian has ‘pinned’ to the bed. “Is that your mushy way of tellin’ us ya’ want a goodnight kiss? A smooch for good dreams?” He opts for seating himself against his boyfriend’s pelvis and turns his head to call over his shoulder, “Taaarek~! Ieji wants his goodnight kisses!”

Silence follows, but Tarek makes his appearance at the doorway, hair damp and towel hung loosely around his shoulders. Already, a purple flush blooms across his cheeks despite his nonchalant expression. “He’s so impatient,” a huff of a laugh, and a smile of his own pricks at each corner of his lips. Softer than Kian’s, but still just as noticeable. “Is he not allowed to move during it?” Tarek asks, noting the way Kian works to have their boyfriend fastened to the bed. Hands pressed a top the soft mattress, and Tarek moves his way slowly towards his lovers. Reaching out, Tarek brushes away the bangs from Hanazaki’s face with a gentle hand, urging Kian to give Hanazaki a chaste kiss goodnight.

“He probably meant on the lips, you prude.” Kian rolls his eyes, sliding his hands downwards to rest against Hanazaki’s chest.

“I’m going to suffocate you in your sleep.” Tarek replies, stone faced.

Kian happily ignores him, leaning down to press his mouth fully against Hanazaki’s in anything but a saccharine kiss. His tongue swipes against his boyfriend’s bottom lip, working his jaw as tongue glides against tongue, a soft sounding moan bubbling up his throat and into Hanazaki’s mouth- definitely not a simple kiss goodnight. “Yours mean the world to us too,” the smaller male whispers against Hanazaki before pulling away to make room for Tarek. “You’re up hotshot! Kiss ‘em good, cause I wanna watch.”

Tarek crinkles his nose at Kian in response, but does as he’s told. Far more reserved than the other, the first part is delicate, slow paced— But the hand that finds itself at Hanazaki’s jaw holds him firm. A silent confirmation that Hanazaki isn’t going anywhere.

#nvrcmplt #◜ᴡᴇ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴋɪꜱꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴅᴏ. Tarek|Hanazaki|Kian◞ ♥#✘IC; tarek #✘IC; kian #✘asks #IM A BIT RUSTY but these 3 make me 🥺#ur honor they're in love

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gunsatthaphan · 3 months

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"I'm not afraid."

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zu-is-here · 10 months

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[6/23] Happy belated again birthday, Dude <3

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Epic by yugogeer012

Cross from xtaleunderverse by jakei95

#alcohol tw #zu art #comic #post dark cream #epic!sans #cross!sans #dude and bruh #undertale #undertale au #utmv #they're so silly together your honor I love them a lottt /// ;w;#((so sorry for using you on ur birthday for the second year in a row King :'D))

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leafsfromthevine · 2 months

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something something, "i'm only me when i'm with you," etc. etc.

#zuko never smiles let alone laughs but as soon as he's around sokka...... hes giggling and kicking his feet and shit.......#they're soulmates ur honor #god look at them smiling together in every frame “never happy” my ASS #oh how i love you source material zukka #you are filled with so many parallels and so much zukka joy #when i am sad i remember that zukka was real along if we just look in our hearts #maybe zukka was the friends we made along the way #zukka #zukka gif #atla gif

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shapeshiftinterest · 8 months

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isabelle took charge of the festival preparations so redd and tom could prepare kk slider's stage

tom's excited to see kk slider

redd just really wants to hold hands

redd: i wanna hold his paw so bad

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lesbianjamies · 2 months

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I want to stay like this forever.

#chaser game w #japanese gl #dailyasiandramas #jdramasource #asianlgbtqdramas #asiandramasource #asiandramaedit #hayashi fuyu #harumoto itsuki #wlwedit #dailylgbtq #can i just applaud these two for having NO SHAME when they're literally having an affair lol absolutely no remorse i love it asdflkjdslk #and happy valentine's day to these two cheaters <3 (kidding but also not either way i love them and they're doing everything wrong ur honor #myedit

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purplew · 30 days

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tHIS IS THE LEVEL OF UNHINGED IM HERE FOR

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morroswaterbowl · 9 months

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behold greenflower but theyre in my ninjago movie au

Lloyd found a stick bug and wanted to show it to Brad (he doesn't know Brad is scared of insects)

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sandstworm · 2 years

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close

#they're in love ur honor #helluva boss #blitzo #stolas #stolitz #sandyst arts

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princemick · 8 months

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HANGMAN and COYOTE // Top Gun: Maverick (2022)

#top gun maverick #tg:m #topgunmaverickedit #hangman #jake hangman seresin #coyote #Javy Coyote Machado #kyle.gif #filmedit #anyway they're best friends ur honor #I love himbo and bimbo solidarity #anyway his lil high five is everything to me #hes so !!!!

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figthefruitfaeth · 9 months

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108 "is that my shirt?" with the pairing of your choice please zoey <3

my dear beloved lou—i love this prompt so much, thank you <3 please know i listened to moon river by frank ocean for the entirety of its creation. I hope you like it

steddie | pre-slash/confession (kinda) | 868 words

Eddie takes a deep breath.

Blue. That's what it feels like. Spring fresh cornflowers in his lungs, the edges of an inky indigo sky staining his fingertips. Blue is the breath he takes, the old ceramic bowl of cereal he's got clutched to his chest, the veins under his skin.

It's the color of Steve's shirt.

Eddie shifts—presses his back fully against the window frame, the cold seeping through the thin cotton a welcome relief from the heat of the day. He keeps his head titled out towards the street, but his eyes are focused in.

Steve is on the opposite end of the window, head resting against the glass, his own bowl of cereal balanced carefully on both knees. Eddie watches the last of the day curling into his collarbone, the tips of his bangs. His chest moving in slow and easy breaths, eyes just slivers of hazel in the light. A sleepy cat, perfectly content.

Yet despite the quiet peace of the moment, Eddie feels it. Has felt it all day. Something sticking, unsettled in himself. Sleep in the corner of his eyes, the dry coarse grind of sand in his back molars. He's blamed it on the weed, paranoia lurking in the silence between the hum and ding of the microwaved nachos they'd made earlier—his mind trying to makeup for a body that had, for once, slowed down.

But that didn't stop himself from feeling it, from knowing something is off—no, Eddie shakes his head—different.

Something is different about Steve.

Steve, very carefully, spoons a mouthful of mushy multi-grain into his mouth. Grimaces, then does it again. A drop of milk lands on his shirt, seeping into fabric quicker than it landed. A spot of midnight in a sea of navy.

His shirt is blue. Which, all things considered, isn't different at all. Though he tends to favor the warmer side of the wheel chart, Steve's wardrobe is a rainbow of colors. From steel blue jackets to violet sweaters, Eddie's seen him in it all.

Mouth closed, his tongue runs along his teeth, twists against the edges of the back. Can't quite reach the end.

A dark blue t-shirt. A little big, not swallowed in fabric but less form fitting than most of his clothes. Old, maybe second or even third hand if the edges of the sleeves are anything to go by. Or the image splashed on the chest, which is really only a memory of a design—speckled silver to grey in uneven patches. There's still one letter legible, a sharp 't' dead in the middle.

It looks a bit like a band t-shirt, reminds Eddie of the shirts Wayne gave him when he first moved in, before they could go the Salvation Army together. Smoke and oil clinging to the threads, a reference to a song he'd only heard once on the radio, but stuck. Settled the buzz in his head, let his body move and mean something more than disappointment. Staring in the mirror, hair barely more than a buzzcut, navy stark against his pale skin—

”Is that my shirt?”

His voice is too loud, accidentally overshot by both the shock and last half hour of silence. Steve doesn't seem to be as affected, turning his head against the glass to face Eddie with a smooth nonchalance.

“Yeah,“ he says. Eddie looks at him, brows raised. Steve looks back, bloodshot eyes blinking slowly, seemingly feeling a one word explanation is all he needs.

Eddie searches for something, anything to say, ends up with a choked cough, and then, “Why?” Which—stupid, stupid, stupid.

Glacial blue, Steve looks down at his (his or his? theirs?) shirt, then back up at Eddie.

“Must've gotten it mixed up.”

Must've gotten it mixed up.

What.

Eddie blinks. Feels a bit like a dog as he shakes his head, mouth opening and then closing up tight in quick succession. There's no way Steve Harrington mixed up his clothes. The man spends 30 minutes a night picking out his outfit for the next day. He missed a group movie cause he couldn't find the right jacket. He almost had a conniption when Dustin tried to wash his colors with his whites.

Steve always wears the gold and red striped socks when he needs a bit of luck and never just throws something on. Steve doesn't ‘mix up’ clothes, not unless he's dying, not unless it means something—

Oh.

“Oh,” he says out loud, dumbly.

Steve smiles like their afternoon—a hazy, sticky sweet honey in his hands.

“Yeah.”

And then Steve winks, and turns back to the window.

Eddie bites his lip, feels his mouth tearing away into a smile anyway. Turns back to the outside before he does something crazy, shovels in another spoonful of nearly disintegrated cereal, watches night settle in. Lights from other, distant homes click on, warm yellow windows bobbing along in the pitch black darkness.

In the morning, when the sky lives up to its infamous hue, and the weed has left them their usual jittery, overthinking selves—Eddie will ask him other questions, will need more replies filled with complex, compound sentences.

Eddie takes a deep breath.

Navy.

And for now, that's enough.

writing prompts!

#my work #my writing #steddie #steddie ficlet #eddie munson #steve harrington #ask game #writing prompt #eee this was so lovely to write and i really hope it makes sense #they're in love ur honor okay #brought to you by frank ocean's moon river and ikea sparkling pear juice

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alliekitaguchi · 7 months

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