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Hold Me Tight or Don't
Kevin/Aaron | Rated G | Soulmates AU
for @silvanyula as part of the @kevaaron-exchange !
Summary:
Kevin winds his hand around the cord hanging between them, red and vibrant and completely at fault for the conversation taking place right now, because Aaron finally noticed.
Starry Night (Tae)
Genre: Fluff!
Note: This is the revised and edited drabble that I posted when my blog was fairly new.
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There was a small package by the door of your apartment. Excitement filled your body as you rushed over to it and picked it up. It was the new art supplies that you had spent most of your paycheck on about two weeks ago, and finally, it was here.
You hurriedly unlocked the door and kicked your shoes off before kicking your door closed. You didn't even care about planning a meal for dinner; all you wanted to do was open this box of God's gifts to the world. You set all the groceries you were carrying on the counter then sat down at your art table in front of the enormous window that overlooked Seoul. The grey clouds covered the sun, and rain fell gracefully. It was an art day for sure. Dinner would have to wait until later.
You opened the box; There were full tubes of paint and two packs of top quality paintbrushes. You looked at the color with light in your eyes. You couldn't wait to try them out. Reaching into one of the deep drawers in your desk, you pulled out a small book filled with blank pages perfect for the paint you had just received. You stared at the white paper then out of the window at the beautiful scenery in front of you.
There were so many ideas flowing through your mind. What to paint first? Just as you decided on a concept and picked up your pencil, the door to your apartment opened. You turned in your chair and saw your boyfriend shuffle in.
A tired smile was resting on his lips. He hung up his jacket, took off his shoes, and stumbled towards you. He squatted down to your level and placed a kiss upon your forehead.
"Hello." He said softly in his deep voice. You smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck and whispered a small greeting into his neck. You both stayed like that for a couple of minutes until he pulled away and stood up and rubbed his aching leg muscles.
"Can you come nap with me?" He asked innocently. You pouted and looked back at the art supplies that you so badly wanted to test out.
"But, I was going to paint for a while before I made dinner." You explained. It was his turn to pout.
"Baby, please?" He whined. You latched onto his torso and stuffed your face into his stomach.
"Tae, please just let me paint. All of these are new, and I'm dying to try them out." You mumbled into his stomach. Tae rubbed your back and remained quiet for a while. Which meant either you won or he was thinking. He hummed, which made you giggle as it vibrated his stomach.
He was thinking. "I have an offer for you." He finally said. You glanced up at him, resting your chin on his stomach. He smiled down at you. "You can test the paint out on me."
You stared at him with a confused expression.
"What do you mean?" He chuckled and detached himself from you before taking his shirt off and walking towards the room. You sat there staring at his back and fumbling with the new paintbrush in your hands.
It took you a couple of minutes before you realized what he meant. "Oh! Okay!" You exclaimed. You heard Tae laugh from the room as you grabbed all of your new supplies and dashed to the bedroom.
Tae rested on the bed on his stomach. His head was resting on his arms as he smiled at you. You grinned and placed everything on the bed before climbing onto the bed and sitting on his butt. His back was the perfect canvas.
"Do you have a preference for what I paint?" You asked shyly, grabbing an artist's palette.
"Paint Van Goghs Starry Night painting. Your eyes remind me of it because they are both enticing and filled with wonder."
You smiled to yourself and thanked God for this boy, and also thanked God that Tae couldn't see how red your cheeks were. You whispered a small okay before preparing all the paint. You dipped your brush into the first color but stopped right before it touched his skin.
"It's going to be cold." You warned. He hummed in response. You took that as an okay and began to paint. The colors glided perfectly over his sunkissed skin; a smile played on your lips as the painting came together perfectly.
You spoke softly to Tae about his day until his responses began to delay and finally were replaced with soft snores. After that, you just sang quietly to yourself as you finished and stood up to take a picture of your hard work. You kneeled by the bed and placed a small kiss on his slightly pouted lips. He stirred a bit and opened one eye.
"Are you done?" He asked in a husky voice. You nodded and kissed him once more.
"Go back to sleep. I'll wake you up when dinner is done." He nodded sleepily and buried his head deeper into your pillow.
As you cleaned up the paint from your bed and headed towards the door, you heard him faintly whisper. "I love you."
You bit your lip. "I love you too."
You answered back before closing the door behind you.
pulling teeth
an andreil small town friends to lovers au for @corvusmagistrate, as part of @aftg-mixtape 2026
Read it here ➡️ https://archiveofourown.org/works/80496346
Summary:
A small eternity passes before Andrew tilts his head way back to stare at the ceiling. Eventually, he breathes out, "I should have known this would never work."
Neil jerks his head, thrown by that declaration. "What is that supposed to mean?"
Andrew straightens to glare at him. "You already know."
"I don't."
And he really doesn't. What he does know is that they were having a fine enough morning, and now they're not because Andrew is picking a fight with him again.
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Neil follows these steps to resolve an argument with Andrew: Step 1. Attempt to steal Andrew’s pancake while Andrew starts the argument. Step 2. Deny the problem because he doesn’t even know what the problem is. Step 3. Talk to Renee. (Optional. Would recommend skipping.) Step 4. Talk to Andrew. Step 5. Go to bed.
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a seth gordon/neil josten gift for @urban-sith as part of @aftg-drabble-exchange
Part 1 — love-lies-bleeding
There's blood on the flowers.
🔗 read here!
The rest of the series is here!
CRASH COURSE COLLISION
for @virtualvoyager8 as part of the @aftgexchange fall 2025
Kevin Day/Aaron Minyard | Rated T | 7.3k words | #Friends to lovers
Read here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/73111451
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Summary:
He's watching the side of Kevin's face now, the dip of his brow, the finger he has crooked under his nose as he takes the scene seemingly in stride. Fuck. Aaron is the only one bothered, and a cold wash of embarrassment makes its way through him at the truth. It's just enough to douse the fire in his stomach, but Aaron is still vibrating under his skin.
Aaron has been thinking about boys kissing. About kissing boys, rather. About kissing Kevin Day, too.
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“You are not subtle.”
Neil shifts his gaze from his palm to Andrew’s face. Andrew is standing at the door with two mugs of coffee, one in each hand, and Neil grins up wide at him.
“No,” he agrees, then makes space on the bed for Andrew. Andrew walks up and sets the mugs on the floor by the foot of his bed. He points at Neil, then at the mugs. Neil nods his acknowledgment and Andrew climbs into the bed. He takes advantage of still being upright to lean down and steal a kiss, which Neil is more than happy to return.
Andrew lies on his back after a minute and Neil lifts his hand up between them, an invitation. Andrew slides his fingers into his, then tucks their clasped hands against his stomach.
Neil is not someone who needs affection. They kiss and touch and exist near each other, and that is enough, but he has a fascination with Andrew’s hand. Yours, Neil had said once, when Andrew let him inspect his hands closely; steady, he’d said another time, pushing their palms together before tangling their fingers like this. Andrew isn’t the type to need affection either, but the serene smile this puts on Neil’s face sometimes satisfies him enough to oblige.
post-lesson in drowning
Mari @decaflondonfog and I did a little challenge where we chose a prompt from this list for each other. They gave me kevriko + “remember when we were little?”
Summary:
(Rated Teen & up)
Kevin is even less adept than Riko at tolerating annoyances. Riko counts to five before Kevin wheels his chair, turning as he does so his knees hit the bed. Riko crosses his leg over the other one and levels Kevin with a neutral look. The urge to grin at him almost wins, but Riko has a lot of practice showing Kevin he’s on his best behaviour, especially when he’s not.
“Do you remember?” Riko starts, twirling his hand in front of Kevin’s face. Kevin’s eyes follow its path in an arc between them. “When we were younger, they’d take us to the pool and teach us how to swim.”
Warnings: Canon-typical violence; descriptions of drowning; implied dubious consent
Read it here -> https://archiveofourown.org/works/64990039
My masterpost -> https://www.tumblr.com/vykio/774421281773912064/this-is-my-pinned-post
My writing tag -> https://www.tumblr.com/vykio/tagged/taedrabbles
Check out mari's fun drabble here -> https://www.tumblr.com/decaflondonfog/781735318039756800/you-were-always-gold-to-me-jeanneil
Young young Jeremy walking into the church fundraiser luncheon and flicking Jeremy away so he wanders off to walk around, making sure he’s out of any adults' way and within sight of his parents.
He should talk to the other kids maybe but he really doesn’t feel like it. His parents are smiling and laughing and mingling and it’s so weird, because less than ten minutes ago, their faces were twisted with disappointed expressions at him, warning him not to embarrass them. He doesn’t remember the last time they smiled at him so openly.
Jeremy shakes himself when his mom turns her head his way and pivots to where he knows the children are - his heart drops; there’s a kid standing right in his way. He didn’t know he was there, hadn’t heard him come up, or maybe he was too distracted.
The kid is about his height, wavy black hair an unruly mess on his head. He’s looking at Jeremy with pale, wide eyes.
“Do you like fruits?” the kid says, in heavily accented English. He sounds European, but kind of looks like he could be Jeremy’s neighbour.
It takes a moment for Jeremy to process what he says, and a moment longer for him to respond. “Oh. Sure.”
“Strawberry?” Jeremy grimaces, which the other kid correctly means no. He opens his mouth to say something else but his face pinches with concentration, like he’s looking for the word.
The kid tilts his head and says something Jeremy doesn’t recognize. Instead of repeating himself, he slashes his arm in the air and gestures for Jeremy to follow him. He turns without waiting, so Jeremy skips to follow him.
The kid brings him to a snack table and grabs a basket off it. He points to a fruit and looks at Jeremy. “What is this in English?”
“Oh - it’s a peach.”
“A peach?” the kid repeats. He puts a lot of emphasis on the P somehow, but it mostly sounds right to Jeremy.
Jeremy smiles. “Yeah, peach.”
“Do you like a peach?”
Jeremy’s smile widens, charmed by this kindness. Softly, he says, “Yeah, I like peaches.”
“Peaches.” The kid makes a displeased expression, then says something else in his language. “C’est laid.”
He takes the peach from the basket and gives it to Jeremy. When he’s put the basket back, he takes the peach and walks further up to grab a plate and a knife. He cuts up the peach and fans his hand when he’s done. “Eat,” he tells Jeremy. He hands a slice to Jeremy and takes one for himself.
“Thank you,” Jeremy says, feeling light, bright and sunny. The kid nods as he takes a bite of his fruit and Jeremy follows suit. “What’s your name?”
“Jean.”
“Jean?”
Jean shakes his head and says it again, then again when he’s not satisfied with Jeremy’s pronunciation. “I’ll practice,” Jeremy promises, and Jean only nods then points at him.
“My name is Jeremy.”
“Jeremy,” Jean confirms, but he says it with his accent. His name sounds new, nothing like the harsh syllables his parents or siblings call him with.
“Jeremy.” Jeremy tries it like him, and Jean shakes his head again. Jeremy laughs and says, “I’ll practice that too.” Jean gives him a strange look then hands him another slice of peach. He stays with Jeremy until they’re done and cuts up another one.
“Yeah, I like peaches,” Jean confesses.
Jeremy says, “Me too.”
