Modern AU | first meet | Arthur's POV| himbo vs nerd vibes
Back on shore, on the packed beach, Arthur immediately started scanning for his sister. Shaking the extra water from his hair, he turned left—and unexpectedly met a steady gaze.
Some skinny, pale, dark-haired guy in a cheap cap was staring straight at him. A big sketchbook in his hands.
Blue-eyed. Cute, with soft, full lips.
The look wasn’t appraising, not like the ones Arthur was used to in clubs, at the gym, or sometimes in the pool locker room. But the curiosity was obvious.
Interesting.
As soon as the guy realized he’d been caught staring, his expression snapped to startled and scared. Like a defenseless fawn. Pale cheeks beneath sharp cheekbones flushed adorably pink. He ducked his head at once and lifted the sketchbook higher, hiding behind it like a shield.
Well, maybe I’m imagining things, Arthur thought.
He went back to his unsuccessful search for his sister—until he once again ran into that frightened, curious blue gaze peeking at him over the edge of the sketchbook.
Shy, but clearly interested.
Arthur pushed his wet, overgrown hair back from his face, smoothing it away—not entirely innocently— giving this fawn-eyed Bambi a good view of his solid bicep and prominent six-pack.
He was already half-regretting not being here alone. The day could’ve turned out a lot more pleasant if, instead of lunch with his sister, he could have a close, no-strings-attached little encounter with this timid local. After all, the bed in his hotel room was wide enough for two.
“Arthur! I’m here!” Morgana’s voice made him turn. His sister was waving a towel. She’d sprawled on a lounger under an umbrella, with some long-haired surfer sitting beside her.
Arthur couldn't help glancing back at the boy—but where the dark-haired cutie had been sitting, there was only his sketchbook.
Arthur shrugged and headed for his sister, just a little disappointed. He really didn’t feel like watching somebody else’s flirting when his own potential hookup had just vanished.
Tags: Asra x Apprentice!Reader, Oneshot, Fluff, Gn!Reader, Caught Staring
Warnings: Like One Mildly Suggestive Thought
Asra is your mentor who you have had a crush on for a long time. If you can help it, you always steal glances at him. Little did you know, he’s aware of your little habit.
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You tidied up the shop as usual, making your way around the modest room you were stationed in, wiping down all the dusty surfaces. After you finished cleaning the main area, you passed through a door to the backroom, where Asra was. You tried not to interrupt him while he was carrying out a tarot reading, so you made your rounds with as little disturbance as possible.
However, you became distinctly cognizant of Asra's presence when, while attempting to wash down a shelf, you recognized the telltale signs of a blush creeping up on the apples of your cheeks. As embarrassing as it was, you've grown an enormous crush on your mentor in recent months.
Asra didn't turn around once when deciphering the reading, which gave you the perfect opportunity to steal glances at him while scrubbing. You thought he was cute, with his fluffy, silvery locks that you desperately wanted to card your fingers through, the way his face scrunched up in concentration, or his otherworldly side profile.
You hadn't paid any attention to the wiping motions of your hands as you absentmindedly pushed a glass jar of herbs off the shelf while admiring him. It collided with the wood floor, shattering the jar. As Asra turned around to locate the source of the crash, you jumped on the spot and grimaced. His gaze flitted from the glass shards to you, an eyebrow arched with amusement.
You politely apologized and encouraged him to continue, then swept up the mess and rushed out of the backroom, humiliated.
...
The bell at the door chimed, heralding the arrival of a customer. You waited for them to finish their browsing, before expertly wrapping up the protective oil they had purchased, and typed numbers into the calculator to determine how much change to give the stranger.
As you were carrying this out, Asra walked over to retrieve something from behind the counter, kneeling down to peer over the items that were on display. Your cheeks heated into an intense burn again the instant he neared you and the customer. You fumbled with their change, and cursed yourself for not being able to pull yourself together in Asra's presence.
Fortunately, he hadn't paid attention to you, so you crouched down to retrieve the fallen money and observed his kneeling form for a brief period; Asra was sorting through various crystals. For just a moment, you pictured what it would be like if he knelt before you like that, those seeking hands worshipping your thighs instead.
The deluge of improper thoughts you envisioned caused you to punch numbers into the calculator a little harder than before, the redness on your cheeks becoming increasingly apparent. You escorted the poor customer away, and Asra gazed upon you, puzzled as to why you were being so clumsy.
...
Asra was sweeping up the main entryway after a long day of work, whistling to himself. As usual, you were situated behind the counter, with an excellent front-row view of Asra. You discreetly observed him as he worked, your gaze veering up the sleeves rolled above his forearms to the open chested shirt he wore.
He'd discarded his scarf to accommodate the weather, and you silently thanked whatever higher power existed for the heat; you were gifted with Asra’s exposed chest. He stopped whistling for a brief moment as he felt your eyes burn into his back; you hurriedly turned your head to the side to avoid meeting his gaze, praying he hadn't spotted you staring at him.
Little did you know, he's become increasingly aware of how frequently you scrutinize him, and he coughed to himself as his own cheeks began to warm at the thought.
...
It's the same routine every time. You're minding your job in the shop when Asra wanders in, and you turn into a bumbling fool. This routine invariably concludes with you sneaking looks at him while you pick up the pieces of your mess. You were arranging grimoires on the shelf as usual, when Asra wandered by to replenish the potions.
As you tried to steal a glimpse at him alongside you, your palm paused in place of the book spine, just barely lingering above the old fabric. Just when you believed you had gone undetected, Asra unexpectedly caught your gaze. You reverted subsequently into a flushed mess as you grasped what had just transpired.
You apologized and resumed your book arranging, hoping he wasn't offended by your behavior. Asra grumbled dissatisfiedly, trapping his palm over where yours lay on the antique book. Asra pressed you against the bookcase, essentially cornering you, and you felt your legs turn to jelly. You had the impression that he was furious with you and that this would be the moment when he finally cracked.
Asra breathed a single huff out of his nose. “I know about your habit.”
Your face fell and you stared at him in dread the instant those words left his lips. Asra's fingertips skittered beneath your chin, the contact shooting sparks over your skin and warming you from the inside.
He tipped your head up. “Look at me.”
And you did.
Asra's demeanor swiftly transformed to one of mirth, and he searched into your eyes for any sign of discomfort. “If you wanted to stare at me all day so bad, all you had to do was ask.”
Your jaw went slack. “I- No! I wasn’t staring- You...” Try and deny it as you might, you knew that was a lie, and the words died in your throat.
Asra's hand, which was resting on the spine of the grimoire, snaked around your waist. He pushed you up against the bookshelf in an effortless and relaxed manner, aligning his lips with yours. After kissing you deeply for a brief period of time, Asra withdrew his supple lips away from yours, gently chuckling, and stepped back towards his potions like that was nothing.
You remained there aghast, your reaction to what he meant by habit delayed. Realization struck you. “Oh my god, you knew I’ve been watching you?!”
Saw your requests were open and I wondered if we could have some fluffy headcanons with Tendou or Semi? Please and thank you, if you don't feel comfortable there's no problem ^^
(a/n) wow hello everyone ! it’s really been so long, so sorry it’s been a busy few weeks for me . and thanks so much for the request, i hope everyone has a nice day! <3
- ! find something interesting? !
- under the cherry blossom, you catch tendou taking staring
includes : tendou
under the warm sun of the afternoon, tendou found himself sitting under a cherry blossom tree, engrossed in a book. the soft rustling of leaves was accompanied by the distant sounds of volleyball practice. lost in his thoughts, he barely notices you approaching, a soft smile tugging at the corners of your lips.
"hey, is it ok if I join you ?" you asked, your voice gentle. tendou looked up, his eyes lighting up in surprise and delight.
"of course" he says with a grin, making room for you beside him. You settled down, leaning against the tree trunk, and the two of you found yourselves immersed in comfortable silence.
As the pages of your respective books turned, your fingers occasionally brushed against each other. tendou stealing quick glances at you, captivated by the way the sunlight shines in your hair making you like an angle.
"find something interesting?" you finally asked with a smirk, catching him in the act. he chuckles, his cheeks tinged with a faint blush. your heart skipped a beat, warmth spreading through you.
Me, staring at attractive person meandering around work: Yes.
Attractive person, meandering: -doesn't notice-
Me, staring side eye, full face, watching person walk away: YeS.
Attractive person: -probably itchy between the shoulder blades-
Me, unabashedly staring at the end of my shift: Adonis and Eros used a little extra time with this one.
Attractive person: Hey, is something wrong? Do I have something on me?
Me, caught, awkward, ashamed: No, I just really like your facial symmetry.
Attractive person: Oh...kay...thanks, I guess.
Me, wanting to die and there's still 20 mins of shift left: WHEN. WILL. DEATH. COME.
17 minutes go by
Attractive person, hustles up to me as I'm signing out of my station: Hey, I had to ask someone what you meant so I really want to mean it when I say thanks. Thank you.
((Send “👀” for my muse’s reaction to catching yours staring. - @jadestormbrand ))
Just how long had he been waiting here? Hundreds of people had come and gone, pushing past the small Seeker without so much as a second glance. The contact had been very precise in his note; and C’ioh had looked over it thrice to ensure he was in the correct spot. So that left the question…
Where were they?
With a huff of air pushed through his bangs, C’ioh all but fell against one of the many salt-encrusted pillars that held up the sea city known as Limsa Lominsa. His hand fell to his side; reaching for his worried tail, picking at the tufts of golden fur.
It was then, after another scan of the crowd, that he noticed her, holding him captive in her gaze. He released his tail immediately, tilting his head a fraction. He narrowed his eyes, his marred ears laying back against his skull.
why are you staring at me? // for akira from ryuji @ @personaiiisms
Meme Tag -- @personaiiisms
Akira blinked in surprise, back straightening slightly at the abrupt change in topic, small smile creeping onto his lips.
"Because I was listening to you," he reminded the guy before his head bounced in an encouraging nod. "It sounds like you've already learned a lot from your PT courses." Which was an understatement considering Ryuji had kept up an almost stream of conscious dialogue for the past 15 minutes.
"I thought you said you didn't like school before?"
