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#[ask memes]#oh in the meantime also hit my bois with some asks?#would totally appreciate it

You smile to hide the tears and laugh to shield the fears. You’re filled with so much heartache that not even a word could ever explain.

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#[aesthetics]#and...I'll be back later for the other replies~

@stardaddi

When Hannes had first received the call requesting for a private cooking lessons, he merely acknowledged the caller as the other usual clients; interested in one-upping their skills in the kitchen. He was only made aware entirely the status or more like the fame of this new client of his when his eldest, Iris had all but gushed it out to him.

“Papa! How could you not know him?! He THE Mercer Shephard. Ohmygod..I can’t believe he moved here of all the places!”

And that was frankly not the end of the fanatic gushing. He faintly also remembered something else his daughter said along the lines of He’s amazing and He has the most perfect smile. Of course Iris tended to be correct most of the times. The man was simply said a work of art, and Hannes wasn’t just exaggerating this.

This had been their second lesson already. Sure Mercer wasn’t too terrible in the kitchen (hell he had met others who almost burned down theirs), but the other was at the moment being a little slow as he (too) carefully trying to mince the parsley leaves. With a soft hum, Hannes approached the younger man, one hand reaching out to settle atop Mercer’s to guide him. “You know, sweetling. The whole idea of mincing is to get the leaves into the desired size in as few blade strokes as possible.” He muttered smoothly with a soft smile as their hands moved in motion. “The more time you gut the leaves or any green herb for that matter, the more chance you have of the color fading with the aroma and flavor being lost to your cutting board.”

#[i;stardaddi]#I hope this is okay-ish enough~

tachibanahazuki:

Even though he was the one who literally asked for a kiss just a moment ago, now he found himself blushing and his heart fluttering. Whether or not it was because of the amount of alcohol in his system, he couldn’t quite decide. Hazuki shivered when Hannes’ lips finally touched his own; he only murmured something unintelligible as he closed his eyes and grasped on the other man’s shirt. Damn right it would be rude. He reciprocated the kiss gently and yet passionately. Clearly he couldn’t quite control himself anymore, pressing his entire body against the other’s and almost knocking him over in the process. He giggled softly into the chef’s mouth before breaking the kiss; the distance between the two of them didn’t seem to increase at all. “Are you seduced now?” he hummed with a little smile on his face.

The chef’s hand shot out to grab hold of the other by his hip slightly when Hazuki all but pressed his body entirely against himself as they explored each other’s mouths. His other hand found purchase among Hazuki’s hair; fingers tangling slightly with soft locks. At the giggle that broke them apart (just slightly), Hannes can’t help but to let out an amused huff of his own as he looked down at the other intently. “Very.” He murmured, nosing along Hazuki’s jaw and then down to the nape of his neck. He definitely wanted for more.

#[i;tachibanahazuki]#he's very beautiful~~#also I has too many gifs of mads

robin-french:

“I’m sorry to bother you, but I really couldn’t resist.” Robin was busy. Busier than usual. September was a peak wedding month and the flower shop was steady as a result. Each wedding caused a tiny pang of jealousy, but the florist shook it off. There was no time for loneliness - except late at night when he couldn’t sleep and all he had was wine and his thoughts. Even that could be ignored with copious amounts of Netflix.

“These are you for you!” He pulled out the bouquet from behind his back, handing them off to the other. The bouquet was wrapped in clear cellophane wrapping paper, with a yellow lace ribbon and care card tied around it. The floral arrangement was an assortment of autumn colors; orange roses, red Peruvian lilies, yellow goldenrod, burgundy daisies and lush greens. “Just a little something to brighten up your home.” He smiled. “I’m sorry I haven’t been around, what have you been up to?”

When Hannes opened the door to his house, he was greeted with a face that frankly had him felt almost instantly at ease. He gave a little chuckle and a gentle shake of his head at his friend’s words. “You’re never a bother Robin and never would be.” he muttered genuinely, hips leaning slightly against the doorframe. The florist had always been one of his favorite persons around the neighbourhood.

At the sight of the bouquet, the chef can’t help it but to feel his lips curled into a beaming smile. Roses,lilies and that little touch of daisies; an assortment of his personal favourite. “These are lovely.” He stepped closer to the other to wrap his hands around the floral arrangement delicately, leaning down just a bit for a whiff of its scent before his gaze was moving up again to lock with Robin’s. “And you are even much lovelier for bringing this for me. Thank you.” His eyes crinkled slightly, the smile seemingly lingering on his face for much longer. He gave a little hum at the apology next. “We both are adults with our very own life and career, I totally understand it if you have to focus on them.” He paused briefly with a little shrug at being asked on what he had been up to. “Ah..the usual I suppose. Though you came just at the right time, I have to say. I’m baking today.”

#[i;robin-french]#i just have to reply to this #so that we can finally have these bois interacting :3

solemnly-foster:

The other’s choice of words had him chuckle in amusement. “That’s certainly reassuring since I do tend to sound like one when I’m sick. Not that I’m saying I’d be around if you if I were to catch a cold, because I clearly don’t have a good grasp over my impulses.” Was he alluding to the fact that he might kiss Hannes during that hypothetical instance? Quite possibly. “And as delightful as it is to be under the moonlight with you, my joints are beginning to disagree.” How romantic of him to say, but the want to get dry was becoming more and more prominent. “I do have a proposition for you though. One that involves us moving into a more dry setting if you’re interested?”

His brows arched with interest, the hand still slung slightly over the other’s shoulder began to trace random circles against broad back somewhat subconsciously. “Good grasp or not, I would like to think that I’ll definitely be there for you if you ever fall sick.” He wandered out loud with a slight slur to his words. A soft chuckle left his lips next; his joints were frankly beginning to strain as well. The proposition that came next had him meeting the other’s gaze once again and to hell if those two sentences almost instantly sent some sparks coursing across his body. “I...yes?” Unfortunately that was all that he managed to mumble out in reply.

#[i;solemnly-foster]

musesoftaesthetics

“Drenched in water wasn’t a catchy enough title, so we went with Soaked.” - Soaked // Muse

// follow for more soft muse aesthetic //

#[aesthetics]

quotemadness

I really think this is why people have faces, to hide their souls.

Indra Sinha (via quotemadness)

#[aesthetics]

algernon-riggs

‘kay bye

whoiscooking-blog

algernon-riggs:

How many voicemails did he leave erased and forgotten in the abyssal of electric waves to avoid the thundering charge lighting his nerves by the curve of his words? Too many, or perhaps not enough. There was no clear answer, and the only reason the question stood at all was the man’s incessant need to quantify and reason anything that caused instability or uncertainty in his life. Life wasn’t about control and Riggs knew that very well, but order felt better than mucking through the unknown. Still, the man didn’t move from his spot. Hannes would always remain the same within his mind’s eye—a permanent and frequented memory when quiet moments in his office gnawed at him. His gaze was difficult for Riggs to break and too often he found himself comfortably wading in those pools of honey. To stop himself from swimming, the professor turned his attention back to the overzealous chocolate display to gather his thoughts.

He wetted his lips and focused himself again upon Hannes as his momentary reprieve granted him clarity. “It’s been more than a while, I’d say,” Riggs said. “Though it’s hard to quantify ‘a while’ definitively—“ His jaw clenched forcibly and he recoiled the undoubtedly lengthy ramble that wanted to follow.

“You seem decent,” he said slowly, as though even a three worded comment took ages to craft. His gaze glided across his form, and he studied him very much like a scientist might take in careful observation of a favored subject. There was little shame in his approach, and once he met his face again Riggs asked, “Are you.. decent?” Awkwardly short and painfully blunt, Riggs kept himself in check as much as he could as he cautiously waded these familiar waters.

Hannes exhaled softly when Riggs turned his back at him, allowing the younger man few moments to construct that beautifully brilliant mind of his. He might not acknowledged it out loud, but there had always been this magnetic force surrounding both of them whenever they were together even from back then. Hannes could never resist himself from gazing somewhat devotedly (few other colleagues in ER had occasionally teased him about this in the past) at Riggs’ face. And frankly, he was aware of being on the receiving end of the other’s gaze at times too. When Riggs had moved away, there were times where Hannes found himself actually missing the other’s presence and attention; more so when his attempts of trying to contact him was fruitless.

Almost few years to be exact. Though he had refrained himself from voicing that out loud and chose to hum slightly in return. At the comment however, his brow arched a bit. Feeling the intensity of Riggs’ gaze so upfront like this had him a little insecure for some reasons (like he was a specimen being observed), yet he’d masked that with a light smile. “I always thought of myself as being decent.” Hannes paused to push back few strands of hair off his own face. “Unless, of course..you’re trying to imply something else with that choice of word?” It was merely a tease to gauge the other’s reaction of course.

#[i;algernon-riggs]

Dadbook {Open}

Mathis: Oh shit, should I have not set up the movie?

Mathis: It's just Fantasia so I thought maybe the music might help.

Mathis: We've just gotten in from Japan so the time-zone is pretty hard to get used to but I'm hoping he'll settle into it soon.

Hannes: From Japan you say? Ahh well that explains it then.

Hannes: In that case it would indeed take a while for your little one to adjust.

Hannes: It takes me a while to get used to the time-zone again whenever I came back from travelling to another place with a different one for a long duration.

Hannes: Fantasia would be just fine then.

#[dadbook;mathis]

solemnly-foster:

Valentin took his time as he licked his way in, and if he didn’t have himself propped up by his arms then he would’ve most certainly been feeling what he could with his hands. Yet that wasn’t the case and kissing was very fulfilling by itself. The seconds ticked by, and it wasn’t until he heard the faint sounds of someone else coming by, did he draw back. The person might not have intended to come over to the pool, but he needed to catch a breath as well. “Now, you called me a siren, one that essentially wants to draw out your soul, but I’m seeing an issue with that. A song is supposed to be sung for that to happen, but my breath has been taken away,” he murmured with a crooked grin.

Hannes had lost count of how long exactly since a shared kiss was able to lift his entire breath away; the answer probably was too long. He also wasn’t sure how much of the time ticked by but when the other man had pulled away and broke the kiss, he had to hold back a snarl from leaving his lips; wanting nothing more than to pull the other down for yet another one. Hannes blinked up as the other spoke before finding it hard not to smile back sheepishly in return. It was bordering dangerous as to how it only took this man few words to have butterflies in his own guts. “I think that wouldn’t be much of a problem, I would listen to you even if your song resembles a croaking toad’s.” You pretty much had stolen a part of my soul away right now.

#[i;solemnly-foster]#[YachtPartayy]

big-soft-butcher:

A soft sigh left him quietly as Hannes stepped inside. The other’s smile just made him feel more tired, but it could also be the fact that he finally took a break from having his eyes glued to the screen. Either way, he felt more exhausted than he had a few seconds ago. It caused him to drag his feet a little as he trailed after the other. Oh, now it all made sense. Dane rubbed his face and leaned against the doorway so he wouldn’t trip while he shut his eyes for a second. “That explains why she called me at this hour,” he muttered as he dropped his hand down to his side. “It’s month end and someone messed up a few accounts.” It was a rather weak excuse, but it wasn’t completely wrong. Hannes didn’t have to know that he had already straightened out the errors. It was just the combination of everything else and his reluctance to go home that kept him here.

Hannes merely let out a hum in return as Dane trailed after him. “Please don’t be mad at the sweetheart. She’s just concerned of your well being.” As do I, sometimes. He reached out to switch on the light to the office pantry before moving forward to place the basket atop the small table in the middle of the space. “Mhmm..of course.” Hannes murmured, moving quickly next with ease to locate the plates and bringing them to the table. He then began to transfer both the meal and dessert onto the plates. “And I’m sure you must had at least fixed out most of those accounts by now, correct?” His gaze reached out to meet Dane’s briefly as he said this; a subtle ‘nice try but I’m not entirely falling for that excuse’ sent out to the other wordlessly.

#[i;big-soft-butcher]

sheridcn:

“It is possible. I am rather unique, after all.” (And generally, not in the best ways, according to popular opinion.) Sheridan started to chuckle at that, eyes crinkling at the edges. “You always were a gentleman, weren’t you? On top of being terribly handsome. I might almost miss you a little.” He hummed as if agreeing with the last part, a smug half-smile on his face. “I’m sure she was just devastated when we broke up. God, I still wish I’d taken you home to meet my parents, honestly; that would’ve been a riot. Imagine! Not just a man, but a man two decades my senior.” Sheridan laughed gleefully. “My father would’ve thrown himself off a fucking balcony.”

His eyes were soft when he looked at the younger man, the smug half-smile on Sheridan’s face might had stung a lot more had he been much sober. “ Always the charmer you are. I’m surprised to hear that you miss me..even if a little.” If only that was real of course. He sighed and shook his head lightly, one hand moving to rake a hand down his hair. “Now that would add another death in my life, isn’t it? I don’t think I might enjoy that. Even if it was your father instead of someone I actually cherished.” Hannes remarked with a bitter smile in contrast to the other’s gleeful laughter.

#[i;sheridcn]#sorry for the lateness~

top or bottom?

“And. Both top and bottom, I don’t believe in limiting myself.”

#[asked]#[aesthetics]

tell us about your most kinky experience ;)

“Oh? Well promise me first that my children won’t get to hear about this.”

“My late husband had been the one with all the kinks. It wouldn’t probably be proper to go into details with but the most kinky-est experience we had together back then involved the art of shinbari and embarrassingly a sailor moon costume with really short skirt. Yes, that’s late Oscar for your knowledge. I hope he’s having a lot of fun somewhere up there.”

#[asked]

Dadbook {Open}

Mathis: He's five years old and usually doesn't have such a hard time settling down for bed.

Mathis: Oh...hold on, Oliver is calling for me.

[5 minutes later]

Mathis: Sorry, he insisted on watching a movie and I had to set up the DVD player.

Hannes: Well maybe a change of sleep routine might be of help.

Hannes: Oh? Well go on then.

------------------------

Hannes: I see. To be frank I avoided any kinds of screens before bedtime for my children back then, as irresistible they might be.

Hannes: But since you already set up the DVD player, then my advise is to avoid any movies that would make him jumpy. Jumpiness leads to bad dreams later on.

#[dadbook;mathis]#sorry for the lateness~

tachibanahazuki:

“Well, I suppose I can tell you… It’s kind of funny, now that I think about it.” He smirked back before continuing his story. “As you probably know, I used do dance and move around a lot on the stage. That day I was wearing particularly tight pants and suddenly they just ripped on one side. Everyone could see my entire leg for a moment, before I managed to hide it somehow with my coat.” Hazuki snickered at the memory, less embarrassed than he expected. His smirk widened a bit in response to Hannes’ unexpected gesture. “Is that so? Oh, Hannes…” It was still uncommon for Hazuki to call people by their names, since in most situations it felt strange to him - there are no honorifics to use in this language, and back in Japan skipping them could mean either that you’re rude (which was not his intention at all) or have a high level of intimacy between you and the other person. He loosely wrapped his arms around the other’s neck and let out a small sigh. “Just kiss me already,” he whispered, leaning in even closer, but still not close enough for their lips to touch.

As interesting as the story was, Hannes was more fixated on staring silently at Hazuki’s features as the other spoke. He can’t help it but to smirk with slight amusement at noticing the light flush across Hazuki’s cheeks, probably from all the excitement and alcohol, before his eyes then moved lower to focus on the other’s lips. And then the other man was getting closer than before. Hannes let out a gentle hum at hearing his own name leaving those soft looking lips, his hand which had reached out to push back few strands of hair from Hazuki’s face just moments ago moved to cup the other’s cheek next when he felt arms wrapping around his neck loosely. He smiled down as their gazes met each other. “It’ll be very rude to say no to such request then now, isn’t it?” The chef muttered in return, not giving a chance for Hazuki to actually reply to that as he leaned down to capture the other’s lips in a kiss; closing whatever little distance between them.

#[i;tachibanahazuki]#[yachtpartayy]

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