#stari writes

[the-gay-trashmouth]

Kinn has many regrets- with the path he’s been made to walk there was no way not to- but the one thing he doesn’t think he could ever bring himself to regret is loving Porsche. Not when his arms were wrapped for securely around his shoulders, not when he kissed him, tasting of salt from sweat and tears.

There was nothing in this world that he would want to trade for the memory of Porsche’s head on his shoulder, or the phantom pressure of his hand grapping Kinn’s. He could never bring himself to forget the way his giggles spilled from his lips when Kinn reluctantly sang to him under the stars, or the way he assured him that his voice was lovely, even as the giggles continued to escape him.

Even now, as Porsche shoved himself away, leaving just like Kinn told him too, even as the overwhelming grief flooded his chest, even as his heart shattered at the sight of that beautiful head of hair disappearing behind the rocks, he didn’t regret it. If he could go back he would have done better. He would have protected him better, held him tighter, told him how important he was. He would give anything just to change the way he treated him-  but loving him?

Loving him was perhaps the one thing he would never regret.

He just wished Porsche felt the same.

[naonap]

men used to go to war

[milkteabinniechan]

bath water | hwang hyunjin

part two

MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY ☕| m.list

pairing: virgin! hyunjin x afab reader

warnings: oral (f. receiving), some angst, lots of smut, hyunjin is just learning hehe

a/n: this is a continuation of this story. This was a labor of love and I feel personally connected to this so please go easy on me, thank you for reading!

Your phone hadn't buzzed yet. Hadn't rung once. You cleaned your apartment. Twice. You reorganized your closet. You washed your hair. You played loud music. He still hadn't called.

Brrt Brrrrt. Your phone jumped on your desk. Not so gracefully, you leaped to grab it. "Buy one, get one on all hand soap! Now through Sunday." You squeezed your phone in your hand. A goddamn promotion. How evil.

You lay your head on your pillow, slaying arms out wide. Your eyes blur and unfocused, making shapes in the ceiling. You let your eyelids close. Suddenly you were back in that bathtub. Hyunjin's fingers appearing in and out of focus. You could hear the water, you could smell his cologne.

Brrt. Brrrrt. Now you were imagining things. Pretending your phone was ringing. You really were losing it. You glance down at your closed fist, phone inside. The light shone through your fingers. A cute picture of a ferret peeking through, Hyunjin’s contact photo. You shot up from your bed. This was real. 

“Hey…” his voice was low.

“Hey, you…” Your voice was shaking, “what’s up?” attempting to sound casual, you hoped it was convincing enough.

“Not much, just bought some new watercolors, some brushes. They’ve got this great sale going on at…”

Hyunjin continued talking about his day. His voice was chipper, like nothing had happened. He sounded warm, so warm. You clutched your shirt. 

“...what about you?” his voice back in your head. 

“Oh! Not a lot. Just some spring cleaning, ya know.”

Hyunjin paused. “You hate cleaning.” He huffed. You could hear the smirk in his voice. 

The conversation continued like that for a while. A few pleasantries, a few inside jokes. He made you giggle, so hard you would snort, making him laugh too. After a long fit of laughing and funny voices, there was a silence between you. You both sat in it for a moment.

“So…” Hyunjin cleared his throat, “I wanted to ask you something.”

You clutched your shirt again. 

“Do you think I could… paint you again?”

Days later you found yourself at Hyunjin’s apartment again. New plastic sheets on the floor. Neither of you had discussed what happened last time. He just asked to paint. That is all he wanted. You stared down at the plastic. Then up at Hyunjin, taking a deep breath.

“Where do you want me?” you spoke in a clear, confident voice, hands on your hips. A power pose. However, you felt like feathers and cotton candy on the inside, so fragile. 

Hyunjin pulled up some photos on his phone of women with painted stomachs. Beautiful works of art sprawled across skin. Your stomach flipped. Your mouth dried up. 

“Is this okay?” Hyunjin lowered his phone and met his eyes with yours. He had an intensity that shot through you like a bullet. All your feathers and cotton candy would melt away if he stared at you like that for even one more second.

“Of course.” You clasped the hem of your shirt and began to pull up. You expected Hyunjin to turn away, like last time. But he didn’t. He stood right there in front of you and watched. He watched your shirt graze past your stomach, past your breasts, up over your head. Your eyes met his as your shirt fell to the floor. One of your bra straps slipped off your shoulder. Hyunjin reached out and grabbed it, pulling the strap back up.

“Let’s get started.” He turned toward his supplies, unwrapping fresh, unused brushes and paints. You nodded your head and lay flat on your back, plastic crinkling underneath you as you adjusted and moved.

The first brush stroke across your lower abdomen felt exactly as you remembered. The cool paint countered your hot skin. You try your best to steady your breathing, letting out small I’m sorry’s every so often. It was different then the first time, however. Now you could see his face. His eyebrows pressing together in concentration, slightly biting his bottom lip, tilting his head to get the best perspective. You felt heat building in your core as his paintbrush traced lower and lower down your stomach. Your thighs clenched together involuntarily. You willed your body to stop. To not give away the awful, dirty thoughts that were going on inside your mind. You heard Hyunjin clear his throat and set his brush down, maybe to grab a different one. You closed your eyes and tightened your mouth into a thin line. You braced yourself for the soft bristles again, only this time there were no soft bristles. There was skin, fingers dipped softly into watercolor. You would know those fingers anywhere. A thumb ran down your outer thigh, a long streak of paint followed along with it. Then an index finger drew another long, thick line down your thigh. You bit your lip hard, so hard you feared it may bleed. You squeezed your eyes together tightly.

Hold it together. He’s just using a different medium. Don’t get off to this.

Unfortunately, your body was not listening to your brain. Your body wasn’t listening to anything except the feeling of Hyunjin’s fingers against your skin. He ran another paint soaked finger from your knee up to your inner thigh, causing your legs to open in response. You bucked your hips slightly at the sensation of Hyunjin being so close to your core.

“Hyunjinnie…” you moaned softly. A wet spot already forming on your panties.

Hyunjin hooked his paint covered fingers around the hem of your panties, coloring them in purples and blues. He lowered them delicately, exposing just the top of your cunt. He lowered his head and kissed gently, but hungerly. Like that first kiss was going to save him, he bowed his head like praying for a holy light and he had finally found it. 

“I want to taste it.” He spoke deep into your clothed cunt. He wanted to enter the gates of heaven, not just paint the Sistine Chapel.

You lifted your hips and helped pull your panties down the rest of the way, the plastic sheets still crinkling beneath you. Hyunjin grabbed both of your legs simultaneously, bringing them to his chest, so your open, wet cunt was exposed and displayed for him. You watched his eyes, and there it was. That concentrated and intense look that left you vulnerable and unable to move.

He kissed your wet core like the way he used a paint brush. His tongue was innocent at first, giving small licks, waiting for you to open up for him like a flower. The muscle moving like music, so very conscious of every reaction that your body gave him. Then you bloomed for him. You pushed your hips into his face sparingly, not wanting to overwhelm him. This was so new, so fresh. The first push of your hips jarred him slightly, his eyes met yours from between your legs. You could see his smirk again from under your thighs. He drove his face further into you, making you arch your back, the plastic sheet slipping from under your elbows. 

Hyunjin let his eyes roll back as his tongue continued its holy work. Lapping and licking every inch of you. Your lips now swollen at the marvel of his mouth.Your hips were thrusting at a faster speed now, climbing toward your own release. 

“Come inside my mouth.” Hyunjin muffled from inside of you. His breath was hot with each word.

Both of your bodies wet from sweat, you carded your fingers through Hyunjin’s hair and gripped tightly, giving yourself leverage and momentum to ride his tongue harder. The paint on your stomach still wet, dripping down onto the floor. Grinding, grinding, grinding into Hyunjin’s open mouth, you could feel the tense bundle of nerves reaching their climax, you were starting to see stars, you were no longer on this earth, in this solar system, you were something entirely new. 

Your climax held there in the air for a moment. Like you were both floating, just inches off the ground. Paint had spilled everywhere. Hyunijn lifted his head back up, panting and out of breath. Saliva fell from his open mouth, dripping down his swollen lips and chin. He smiles wildly.

“So…” you huffed in between panting breaths, “anywhere else you want to paint me?”

[pinkocowboy]

STARY !!!! i seem to favor blonde x stan ships…. they’re my favorite ever.

[heartpascal]

ok you guys. the pressure is on. here are the current fics in the works.

option 1 = “the sun was collapsing” -> angst

option 2 = “you can cut it” -> angst / comfort-ish

option 3 = “in the warm light” -> ANGST

option 4 = “hand to your heart” -> fluff? then ANGST

(more details in tags, kinda)

[prettyboykatsuki]

Hey Ari, I just saw your post about wanting to write something small but not having inspo what if you wrote about the first time the reader ever heard Bakugou laugh/or smile at them?

half-way through | k. bakugou

☆ tags ;; secretary au, gender neautral reader, fluff, sfw but minors don't follow im an 18+ blog

☆ wc ;; 1.2k

☆ a/n ;; this is so.. so sweet.

☆ synopsis ;; your boss is a stoic man, apparently full of surprises.

Worming your way into Bakugou's good graces has proved to be a very difficult task.

That's not for lack of effort, though. When you were hired for his job at secretary many months ago after several rounds of recruitment and a slew of cut-throat interviews - getting the job had hardly seemed like an accomplishment. The most appealing part of working in the Dynamight offices was most of all, the benefits.

Unlimited PTO, healthcare, and hundreds of positive employee reviews about the uplifting office culture. The fantastic hourly pay, opportunities to climb the corporate ladder, and most of all - notoriety that came with a position was something you blindly set your sights on. Job hunting after college had been kicking you in the ass and the chance, even if slim, was one you were determined to take at the time.

So you set your sights on and performed your best employee act through at least 3 rounds of interviews. Stone cold, competent, with an edge of manipulation and business prowess landed you the title. You're told you'd be working as a secretary for a prominent hero.

You didn't know that the prominent hero would be Dynamight himself. You didn't even find out till your first day on the job, walking into his massive office to meet the one and only Bakugou Katsuki.

Who, by all accounts, is absolutely gut-wrenchingly terrifying in real life.

The first thing Dynamight ever did was give you a 5 minute staredown in his office. Hands crossed over his chest, red eyes narrowed. The first words your boss ever said to you were as followed.

"Haah, more fresh meat huh? We'll see how long ya manage to survive,"

The words made your heart fall out of your ass back then, but looking back - you understand what he meant. Working for one of the greateast pros of all time meant the work never ended. When something was solved, another thing popped up. You've learned some important things in that time.

For example, the public image of Dynamight and the private actions of Bakugou Katuski have a few stark differences. One, Dynamight is a loud-mouth cocky bastard who never wins without a snide jab. Bakugou Katsuki is like this, but only about half as much. Otherwise he's introspective and quiet.

Two, Dynamight on the field loves the blood and guts of a good battle. Your boss is a clean freak and hates excess mess, frequently commenting on the state of your desk.

Three, Dynamight is great at giving cocky grins and charming smirks in photos and magazines. But you have never seen your boss genuinely smile in the near year you've been working in the agency.

You aren't sure when you came to the conclusion that he never did. It's not to say he wasn't happy in your presence. Sometimes on work trips or when something funny happens, you catch the barest glimpse of a smile or laugh. It's always disappeared before you can appreciate it. But you've never seen your boss actually, genuinely laugh before.

You thought about if you had the guts to make an attempt at such a task, but came up short on confidence. After all, the man is still your boss. Over these last few months, you'd developed an self-admitted fondness. There's something about his oafish behavior and clumsy attempts at being a better person that you personally find endearing.

But you're pretty sure you're silly crush is a one-sided, inappropriate thing you'd be better off ignoring. You like your job. It's challenging, fun, and good. It'd be stupid to let your feelings get in the way of such a thing, so you don't engage with that more than you have to.

Somehow, you've ended up alone with the man you call your boss though. At a company picnic no less. He didn't exactly ask you to stay by him, but from the death glare you received when a co-worker asked if you wanted to play frisbee, you gathered you were trapped.

Still, a little down-time didn't hurt. The weather is lovely, warm and bright. You got to wear that cute summer outfit you'd been looking at for ages, and a funny floppy hat to keep the shade away.

You've been reading a book quietly, and your boss has been laying down with his eyes closed.

"Do you come to these shitty work events a lot?"

You blink a little, closing your book. When it's face down in your lap, you look. Your boss is now laying on his side, arm stretched with his face propped on his elbow.

Shitty work events? He owns the company?

"Yes, sir. I work here, it's part of my job,"

"You don't have to attend like.. legally or whatever the hell,"

"No, sir, I don't. But keeping good relations with other departments and office politics is a part of my job. People will be upset if I don't attend?"

He pauses.

"Really? That fucking sucks,"

You don't say anything, giving him a neutral stare before a question pops into your mind.

"Speaking of, sir - may I ask why you decided to attend today? Normally you skip out on these thing,"

He shrugs.

"You told me it would be good for my PR coupla weeks ago. Didn't hurt,"

For some reason, him taking your very brief suggestion makes your whole body suddenly feel flush. You tuck your head away.

"Oh...very well then,"

He lays on his back, but his eyes are still looking over at you. He thinks for a second.

"If you attend so many of these, do you even like 'em?"

"....I attend my work as necessary,"

He offers you a look.

"But?"

".....Sir, are you sure you want to know my personal feelings? Is that necessary?"

"I'm dyin' to find out, actually," He says back, voice gruff and dripping with faux sarcasm.

"....Well, if you're asking me personally I think seeing people drink and embarrass themselves publicly is a fucking nightmare and that engaging in repetitive small talk makes my head hurt. Otherwise, it's tolerable. People just take it way too seriously and -,"

You stop dead in your tracks, realizing that you just what you said. Your heart sinks as you immediately ready yourself for an apology, remorse filling your whole body.

That is until you hear a loud, loud laugh.

It startles you to the point you don't register it until you open your eyes and see it. Your stone cold, mean, stoic boss is laughing. Full body laughing at you, hand over stoma and smiling. Not a feral, cruel murder laugh but a genuine laugh that breaks off into what could almost be called a giggle.

Your heart hammers so loudly in your chest, you almost think you're going to pass out. You just stare at him slack jawed as he keeps laughing, to the point he's clutching his stomach.

"Hah! I fuckin' like this side of you," — He says, through a few escaped giggles — "Hearing a goody two-shoes like you say that. Shit,"

"Sir... you..."

When he calm down, a smile lingers on his face. He goes back to closing his eyes, but you're left entirely speechless. You can feel all the heat rush into your cheeks. Oh my god.

You are so so fucked. Beyond fucked.

"You should talk like that more. You're a competent secretary. I'm not gonna fuckin' fire you for having a personality, so try getting the stick out of your ass and be yourself. I like you better like that,"

You take a deep breath, stomach flipping.

"O-okay.. yes sir,"

He grins.

"Good"

[hokkabazgibi]

You lost the love I loved the most, 🔭🔬

[the-starlit-blade]

i do deeply relate to brennan lee mulligan in many ways but one of the most poignant is the quote "i will die on any hill" because once ive formed an opinion i will argue it to my death

[stariwrites]

I finally have polls

[catastrxblues]

just wrote a very very sane piece <3

[the-gay-trashmouth]

Limits to love (there aren't any)

//He needed more than me. I'm friendly and thoughtful and quite awfully pretty- But he needed more than me//

Sky was alone, sitting on the stairs in an alcove far away from where students usually walk. The all consuming fear of abandonment was seeping into his bones and made his entire body feel like a coil wound far too tight. His hands were shaking where they were running through his hair as he tried to soothe himself. It was getting closer and closer to the for his next class, but he couldn't will himself to go. He didn't want to face his friends, not when he was still a live wire of emotion.

//"It's too early to be so loud- do you come with a mute button?"//

It was stupid, he was stupid. It wasn't even that a deal- it was early and they had been drinking the night before. He didn't even realize he was getting to be that much, caught up in whatever it was he was rambling on about. They had a right to ask him to pipe down, and he shouldn't be so fucking upset by it.

Sky was used to getting on people's nerves. He was always too loud, too stupid, too much. He didn't go a day in primary school without getting reprimanded for talking in class. He knew he was annoying, it was basically his biggest personality trait. His friends thought it was funny most of the time, but even they got fed up with him- of course they did. He'd get fed up too. God why was he so fucking much?

He heard footsteps from around the corner and jerked up, forcing his bouncing leg to still and pushing down all the emotions that made him want to scream. Of course it was Jao, the one person he couldn't let see him like this, because the universe decided he needed to be punished.

"P'Sky?" He looked concerned, and boy if that didn't make Sky feel worse, "Are you okay?"

He shoved his shaking hands behind his back, trying to mask it by leaning back against them, "Course I am, I just.. uh. Didn't feel like going to class is all."

Jao did not look convinced, looking at him with those stupidly wide eyes. He felt himself squirm under his gaze, looking down at the floor to avoid his boyfriend's gaze.

"P'Sky.." he climbed the stairs to sit beside him, grabbing Sky's hand and holding it in his lap, "P'Sky you're shaking."

Sky looked up but as soon as he did he turned away again. Jao grabbed his other hand, gently rubbing his thumb over the tops of his knuckles. It was so fucking sweet Sky could have cried. He didn't deserve this, not when he was just being dramatic.

"It's fine, Angel, I'm just being stupid," he tried for a grin but it was tight and Jao was clearly not convinced.

"You're not stupid." It wasn't a question, but Sky still answered with a shrug. Jao tugged at his hands lightly, but Sky still wouldn't look at him. He was being so fucking stupid, he had to get control of himself. Jao was going to get annoyed and realize how much trouble Sky really was and then where would he be?

"Sorry," he said on reflex, squeezing Jao's hand in a vain attempt to stop the shaking.

Jao just squeezed it back, patient and gentle in a way that made Sky's chest //ache//, "you don't have to be sorry. Just tell me what's wrong."

He was quiet for a moment, and Jao just kept holding his hands as he waited. Finally, he pulled one hand back to run through his hair again, legs bouncing of their own accord. "There, uh, there was a game last night, I watched it on my phone at the bar- I told you we all went last night right? yeah, so anyways. I was gonna catch Nuea and Tor up since they missed it but, ya know, it's early and they're tired and I was just too loud. Fon made a joke about me needing a mute button and. I don't know. I just.."

He didn't know how to explain the stab of pain in his chest that came with those words, not without sounding like an idiot. He knew it was dumb, he'd been told way worse before and it never phased him. Jao didn't say anything, obviously waiting for him to continue. He didn't call him stupid or tell him he was overreacting though, just sat there holding his hand.

"I guess it just. I don't know. Like," he tugged on a small lock of his hair, trying to put his thoughts into words. It was hard, given how disjointed and frantic they were. "I guess I'm just worried that this is it. That they're finally fed up with my shit. I know I push my luck a lot and I get on their nerves and I guess it's just. I just got scared that they would finally decide I wasn't worth the trouble anymore."

"Sky-"

"I know- I know I'm being stupid. They weren't even mad at me or anything, like it wasn't a big deal. I just got this stupid fucking rock in my throat and I felt like- like I could explode- I //know// I'm being stupid-"

He didn't even realize the hand in his hair was still pulling at it until Jao grabbed it and gently tugged it away, "stop saying that. You aren't stupid."

Sky just shrugged, suddenly quiet after his jumbled excuse for an explanation. Jao jumped in before he even had time to think he was being annoying again.

"Your friends love you. Just because you're loud sometimes isn't going to make them suddenly disappear on you. You know that don't know?" He just shrugged again, and Jao tugged at his hands trying to get him to look at him, "you aren't stupid for getting upset. You aren't annoying, or dramatic, or whatever you think, and being upset, whatever the reason, isn't going to make us think less of you. Especially not me."

That's what finally broke the dam. Tears welled up in his eyes and he jerked Jao into a tight hug. He was getting his tears on Jao's jacket but the other boy just hugged him back, rocking him gently and running his hand through his hair.

"I don't know why I'm like this. I just- fuck."

Jao shushed him softly, "it's okay P'Sky. It's okay..."

He didn't know how long he stayed like that, shaking and crying while Jao hugged him and murmured soft assurances in his ear. When his tears finally stopped slowing he pulled away. The shaking in his hands and legs had ceased, and now he found himself exhausted from the weight of his outburst. Jao just wiped the tear tracks on his cheeks and grabbed his hands again.

"'M sorry-"

"You have nothing to be sorry about, Sky. We're boyfriends, remember? I wanna see all sides of you, even the ones that hurt," he cupped his face in his hands, smiling softly, "I love you. Even when you're loud or hyper or- as rare as it is- annoying. I still love you. That doesn't go away just because you do something small like this. Your friends do too. They've been your friend long enough to know how you are, and they love you for it- not despite it. Stop thinking you're on the edge of losing them. You're stuck with all of us."

Sky huffed out a laugh, turning his face to press a small kiss to his palm. "Thank you, baby."

"Of course. Now, let's go eat. I don't have class for another hour and these stairs are uncomfortable"

Sky laughed again, letting Jao help him to his feet and lead him down the stairs by the hand. Before they turned the corner, he pulled him into another hug.

"I love you too, Jao. Don't know what I did to deserve you."

"You didn't have to do anything."

//That boy who's next to me, he don't know his worth in this town//

[milkteabinniechan]

Our boy Hyunjinnie is the next winner of the poll💕☁️

I can't wait to get started on this next one! ☺️☺️☺️

Remember to reply if you want to be tagged in this one<333

[sioster]

Prometheus sat on a Caucasian cliff. He no longer was tormented by the mountain birds, tearing his stomach open in an endless cycle of pain he endured every day. When he was first freed, he built a home on rocks stained with his blood.

The titan observed, and saw.

People using fire, his own gift to them, but no longer in the same way as before- they did not follow his advice and guidance. His creations no longer did use fire to keep warm, fend off wild beasts with gleaming eyes nor for cooking, creating, making.

They used it for destroying, breaking, and killing. He saw disobobedient towns set ablaze- turned into ashes with the help of his present.

The immortal flexed his emaciated fingers.

He suffered for his dear miracles' sake once, he will do everything it takes for the good of his best work ever- the humanity.

The half god breathed.

His name was Dream.

[bardic-inspo]

Little Chapter 5 of Midnight Chimes preview, featuring a sad, needy vampire:

“You could have killed me a dozen times over by now,” Naomi says. “You’ve considered it. But you haven’t done it. Which means you’ve already decided you won’t.” There’s a husk in her throat that scrapes the underside of all she says. “And like you said, you just saved me. So what is it you want, Astarion?”

Astarion’s nose wrinkles in indignation. What is this woman, that she so embedded herself beneath his skin after wearing a cleric’s costume and sappy heart on her sleeve? That she would dare pretend to know his mind when he hasn’t spoken it? That she would see what is and not what she’s supposed to?

But until now, he hadn’t seen through her facade, either. Not really.

Above all else, Naomi’s a bard, and a bard’s a performer. She knows her audience. And now, she’s asking what he ‘wants’. 

His anger snuffs to an old, sodden sort of sadness. The furrow in his brow grows slack, the same way a hollowed log might crumble to rot. Astarion’s eyes dart, downcast, to the dark stains in the scrubby grass seeping towards his shoes.

‘Want’ was over ages ago. That twinge aches in his knees again. The only thing stronger than the raw burn lining his gullet, and the throbbing ache of weakness in his limbs. Astarion kneels.

“Need,” he whispers, fraught. He dares to drag his eyes back to her.

Naomi searches his face. She says, as if it's the simplest thing, “Tell me what you need, then. And you’ll have it.”

[pearl-blue-musings]

Hi elle, how are you lovely? I was wondering if I could request a jjk text please that would be epic! Idk if you have an idea for it already but maybe having the reader and satosugu in a library and they’re trying to keep quiet but they keep sending each other memes that eventually make them laugh?

If this doesn’t spark anything or you already have an idea please feel free to ignore!!

ARI!!!! How have you been??? I’m so glad you sent in something!! I’ve missed you!

Very suggestive, it got v sexual, plugs, semi public, minors go away.

Requests open!

7 slots left!

[toasteaa]

Hmm...really want to write soft things with Neuvillette. Him never having been embraced and held carefully and lovingly by someone that only wishes to bring him comfort in between trials and his endlessly busy schedule, assuming it's something wholly unnecessary as he's functioned like this for hundreds of years, and yet finding himself relaxing in your hold while he lays his head on your chest. It's soothing to him in a way he didn't think it would be; your heartbeat is a melody to him just as calming as the lull of the sea.

And if you notice that the rains from earlier have suddenly ceased and left the evening skies clear...just chalk it up to coincidence for now