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the fluffernutters meme

fluffernutters meme

what to do:
☆ post a comment
★ others use the magic RNG 1-10 to pick their fluffiness
☆ then fluff it out

fluffy choices:
① Tiny kisses For some reason or another, the person in front of you? Needs all of the kisses. All of them.
② Love confession You feel the butterflies in your stomach, but there's no way you're going to back out telling that special someone how you feel right now.
③ Pillow talk You've just had the most fantastic sex (playing out is optional!) and now that you're both.
④ Sweets You are at the biggest tea party ever, and the table in front of you is just begging you both to clear it. Hope you guys like cake!
⑤ Picnic You and your main squeeze decide to spend the day in the park having a nice quiet picnic. Necking optional.
⑥ Star gazing It's a clear night out and you two are sharing a blanket to watch the stars.
⑦ Movie night Grab yo' sweetie and hunker down on the couch with a bowl of poppin corns to watch your favorite movie.
⑧ Cooking Your date night has to start with dinner! The two of you decide to cook a meal together and see how it goes.
⑨ Back together For whatever reason, you've broken up. But now, you've realized the error of your ways and want to get back together.
⑩ Rollers choice Pick one!

[originally from here.]

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[Yes, he though he caught on something like 'Muro-chin' being mumbled but he immediately wrote it off to him not hearing him well. After all, it was everything but clearly spoken word.

At the smile he receives he can't help but return with one of his own. Even his heart's erratic beating and almost suffocating him couldn't stop it. He can't help it- drowsy Atsushi is cute. He chuckles lightly and messes up Atsushi's bangs again, nodding.]

Yes, it's me. I'm back.

[Maybe it's the happiness or the fact that he hasn't had the chance to do it very much since he was allowed to, but Murasakibara gets up on his elbows and stretches his neck to give Himuro a little peck on the lips.

It's at the point where he's leaning up and can no longer stop the movement that he really realizes what he's doing, that it might not be the best thing to do right now, and that he should probably stop.

Oh well, too late now. It still feels good to press his lips to the other boy's. He missed it— missed him.]

Welcome back~.

[He lies back on the bed and covers his mouth to yawn.]

Did you have fun in America?

[Himuro was unable to move few seconds after Atsushi kissed him. He expected peck on the cheek maybe but then again, he can't say no to this. Not after all the epiphanies he went through in America.

He didn't manage to return the peck in time- whether that's good or bad he can't really tell- so he's giving him the biggest smile of them all.]

Happy to be back.

[He really is. Himuro had a gut feeling that if he had to stay more there he would go crazy. He stands straight before he gives in the temptation to kiss him. He will need a lot of that restraint right now. He walks over the desk and returns with a bag, sitting down on the edge of the bed.]

I got to see my family so yeah. I brought you few souvenirs.

[... ah. He does get to see that smile which warms the post-sleep chill right up, but now that his mind's clear enough, Murasakibara wonders if maybe a welcome back kiss was the wrong thing to do. Making things awkward right away after being reunited was not the plan.

That worry's relegated further back in his mind as Himuro mentions souvenirs. He perks up, lifting himself to sit before leaning over to try peering into the bag.]

What kind of souvenirs... ?

[No, the kiss wasn't wrong thing to do at all. It's just Himuro being all surprised and staring at cute sleepyhead.

Subsiding a chuckle, he places the bag right in front of Atsushi, turning a bit so he can face him.]

See for yourself.

[He knows Atsushi will like sweets. Not so sure about the key-chain and the mug. His other mug suffered big damage from Liu so Himuro thought to get him another one.
...maybe he overdid on that one.]

[Ooh, it's like a late Christmas! Murasakibara wears a grin as he starts to root through the bag.]

Ah, look at all these~

[Different kinds of Skittles, Twinkies, Goldfish... He doesn't try to pronounce the letters on the packages; he'd probably get them wrong anyway. They aren't anything familiar to him but he can't wait to try them. Then he finds the little fuzzy keychain and plucks it out of the bag to inspect it.]

Cute...

[He holds it up next to his face with the tips of his fingers.]

It matches~.

[Himuro just can't wipe off the smile from his face. Seeing Atsushi happy over something simple like sweets is.. is.. well he has no words for it, in both English and Japanese. He got a lot of Skittles packages because the bonbons have all different flavor. He thought it will be amusing for him to try them all out.

He nods and pulls out his own keys, showing him very light purple Chuzzle key chain he got.]

There was a black one as well, but it's too depressing.

[What? Colors are lively and nice. Purple is ~~very~~ nice.]

Edited (FLAVOR! god I'm stupid >>) 2014-01-05 21:07 (UTC)

It's okay. Like this— [He presses his close to Himuro's.] We match too~

[Matching keychains. Isn't that kind of...

No, says his mind, let's not think about the implications or the way such a trivial thing makes him happy. Let's keep looking through the goodies. So he gives Himuro a little smile and sets aside the fuzzy doodad before going back to looking inside the bag. Murasakibara takes out the last thing, obscured by paper to cushion the ceramic, and unwraps it to reveal the cat mug.

Naturally, the first thing he does is take its head off. The quirk of his mouth says he finds that oddly amusing but then he makes a rather practical comment:]

Ohh, if it's hot chocolate then it won't get cold so quick...

[Winter's still in full swing after all.]

[He's not blushing, he's not blushing, he's blushing damn it all. He nods and tries to cover it up with another smile and peeking at the bag, as if not knowing what he put there. Makes no sense but anything to wipe off the blush.

He can't help the mental sweat-drop, even if he's right about hot chocolate.]

The one you had got broken so I thought I'd get you new one.

[There were many mugs, but this one was the only one interesting... as long as the lid is not broken.]

Oh yeah...

[He sounds distant for a moment as he sees the pretty red in Himuro's complexion; it was too obvious to escapes his notice. Then Murasakibara sets the top back on the mug and might be teasing on purpose when he comments:]

I'll take good care of this one, then. 'Cause it's from Muro-chin~.

[...Well this is just not fair. It should be forbidden for kouhai teammates to say things like that!
The blush he tried to will away- is not going anywhere. He can feel the heat in his cheeks and it's not a nice feeling. And he probably looks disastrous too. How can someone younger than him make him feel like this!?

He picks at his hoodie before shoving hands in the pockets- he's starting to fiddle with fingers again.]

I'm happy you like it. [He tries to hide the shyness+embarrassment behind small teasing-] It reminded me of your sleepy face when you're bored. [~~...or he made it worse.~~]

[Himuro may think he looks disastrous but to Murasakibara, the embarrassment gets more endearing just as it gets more obvious.]

It reminded you of me... ?

[Even when it's turned back, making him start to feel a little too warm, he doesn't relent in his teasing. Why would he when Himuro looks so...

Well. He's not sure what word would be appropriate. Murasakibara carefully sets the mug down on the bed before leaning closer to peer at Himuro's face.]

You're really red right now, you know. Is it too hot?

Yes, it did.

[No point in lying when it really did reminded him of Atsushi. Many things did (considering his state of mind) but he can't actually buy everything. Speaking of his state of mind... he should probably calm down. He had something in mind when he came to Atsushi's room but it was easily erased. He even forgot everything he wanted to tell him but... he wasn't sure if it was smart to tell him in the first place.

He was snapped back from his racing thoughts by Atsushi pointing out he's red. Himuro stared at him for split second, before crossing his hands.]

I'm.. fine. Besides, it's not nice to mock your senpai like that. [He's pretending he's scolding Atsushi. He needs to change subject. Fast. And he hopes this works, even a little. But it's hard to take him seriously with face like that.]

Edited 2014-01-05 23:58 (UTC)

[No such luck. His grin does fall into a brief pout but Himuro's still right in front of him with that blush on his face and trying hard to divert attention away from it. That just makes him want to continue poking the normally so collected older boy.]

I'm not mocking, I'm taking care of my senpai~

[Sure. He pinches Himuro's hoodie's sleeve fabric between his fingers and tugs gently, tilting his head in question.]

Maybe it's cause you're wearing this... ?

[Oh he is, by shoving his thoughts into complete turmoil. He can't remember last time he was teased enough to get blush on his face.
His eyes fall on place where Atsushi's fingers tug at the sleeve, then rubs his cheeks with hand that isn't tugged on.]

I put it on not to catch cold because I took shower before coming here.

[Yeah, he barely waited to dry off a little before rushing over. And he managed to stop himself from spilling 'I really wanted to see you' after it. He's just going to accept the escape route... even if he shouldn't. It's against all his plans and preparations.]

It's thick so I guess it warms me up bit too much.

[Unfortunately for Himuro, it's not an escape route. Murasakibara keeps his hold and tugs again as he gives some truly enlightening advice.]

Then you should take it off now, right?

[His expression has settled to something close to how he usually looks, though he's normally not so close to Himuro, sitting beside him on a bed. That makes things a little different.]

[As enlightening as it is, it makes Himuro get too aware of surroundings and of how close he is to Atsushi. Isn't this somehow dangerous- getting undressed? And how come he keeps listening to Atsushi and what he suggests? Because he nodded shortly and unzipped the hoddie, letting it slip down, and remaining only in black t-shirt.

He shifts, turning a bit so he can face him, still holding the garment in his hands and on his lap. Himuro's a bit irked that he has to look up at him even when they sit down. Their proximity is making him squeeze the clothes in his hands.]

Are you feeling alright? You didn't get sick while I was gone?

[He raises his hand and presses the back of it against Atsushi's forehead then cheek. This is only to check, is an excuse his mind provided. The hand was gone pretty fast- lingering too much wouldn't be appropriate no matter how much he wanted to keep hand there.]

[He wouldn't have been surprised if Himuro refused and insisted he was fine but no, he takes it off. Murasakibara's eyes shouldn't have flitted down no matter how briefly but they do and suddenly, it seems Himuro's warmth problem is contagious.

Oops.

And it just gets worse when Himuro starts to touch him. He stills until the hand falls away, leaving his skin feeling like it's been licked by fire. Maybe he should have exercised more restraint before this became so... precarious.]

Nah, I didn't get sick... [Even if sometimes it felt like it when he couldn't sleep, even if his appetite was disrupted enough for his mother to wonder the same thing. Unbeknownst to him, he really is a certain kind of sick, but it's not the fault of any winter bug.]

Why? Do I look bad?

[Contradictorily, Murasakibara misses the other boy's touch when it's gone, making his frown slightly.]

[It was kind of pointless question since Atsushi didn't look as if he was or is sick. Still, a small excuse to touch him, even briefly. But he is also happy to know that he didn't get stomachache because of too much sweets. Christmas tends to push buttons with all the presents and cakes.]

That's good to hear. [The worry-bug is gone. He shakes his head slowly-] Asking just in case. You look.. good. [Really good.

He notices the frown since his hand moved the bangs a bit out of the way. He gives him worried look.]

Is there something wrong?

[There is plenty wrong. He wants that hand touching him like it was and more. He wants to kiss Himuro and feel him so close like he had that one day he'd first felt that urge to. But he doesn't want to break their agreement or their friendship, and that's where the problem is.

Murasakibara nods slowly.] ... Muro-chin looks good too.

[As in, not sick. And if Himuro can figure it out, it's also a response to that question. He shouldn't look this good to him. Murasakibara shouldn't be thinking like this or wanting to do these things but god, he does. He really does.

He pauses long enough, simply staring at Himuro, that it seems like he might not continue. Then quietly he asks him in English:]

Kiss me on my mouth, please.

[Thinking is not his forte. This is straightforward, showing what he wants and letting Himuro choose whether or not to indulge him. If something happens beyond that, if the warmth in him gets stirred into something hotter like it did that day... Well, he'll try to stop before then.]

[Himuro smiles at him before taking the hoodie and folding it. His hands are shaking a bit and he has no idea how to calm them down. This wasn't supposed to be hard or to toss him around. He was sure he knew how he will act around him. Well, the reality, again, proved him wrong.

And the silent request stopped his nervous folding in tracks. He promised himself to tell Atsushi before this happened again. Yes, in back of his mind, he wanted this so much, but he felt really guilty, as if he was using him.

Himuro turns back towards him, tossing the hoodie on the bed next to him. The light red color is back on his cheeks. Placing hand against Atsushi's cheek again, he presses his lips slowly against his. He shouldn't be indulging Atsushi's requests and his own wishes like this. But sitting close to him, the greeting kiss, that brief feeling under his fingers earlier and whispered request- it has him pressing their lips together without a second thought.]

[That request works just like it had before, netting him exactly what he wants, for now. His heartbeat picks up at the touch of Himuro's hand, head unconsciously leaning into it even though it makes his cheeks feel so hot. When their lips fit together he presses into it, eyes closing and hand moving to brace on the bed behind the older boy.

He didn't realize until now just how much he'd wanted this. Murasakibara shuts his eyes to focus on the sensation, how their lips shift when his head tilts, how good it feels after wishing for it for what seemed like so long.

Why he thought he could stop at that, who knows, but he doesn't. The emotions he refused to give due thought to surface with the blooming warmth. Murasakibara leans in more, his other hand coming up to rest on Himuro's thigh because it happens to be there, right by his own.]

[A hard shiver rocks through him when the hand rests on his thigh. He tried not to pay attention to it and cover it up, but it was impossible. He was too much aware of it, the same way he was aware of the kiss that is threatening to melt him from inside out.

It was at this point, when he deepened the kiss last time, that he broke it off all nervous and flustered. But he can't do it now. He used his other hand to prop himself up a little, resting it on juncture between neck and shoulder. His other hand slipped behind his neck to pull him even closer, giving the lips a nip before deepening it even more

He missed him. First it was week of barely seeing him, then it was week in America. He really, really missed him.]

[He's felt this before— the tiny spark of hot pleasure from Himuro's teeth. It's what he desired but was afraid of desiring. They were only supposed to do friendly kisses, right? That was the agreement.

Right now, Murasakibara can't be bothered thinking long enough to stop and besides, Himuro initiated.

He doesn't moan this time, oh no. He whines low with all the want he's kept from himself, easily letting his lips part for the other boy and leaning in as much as he's pulled. It's like before: the heat, the thumping in his chest, the excitement.

His hand moves from Himuro's thigh to blindly grope up his stomach, over the thin t-shirt fabric to rest at the older boy's waist and try pulling him closer even if there's barely any distance left. Their legs press against each other; they're in the way if he wants to turn more fully, and he kind of does. It's awkward to sit like this anyway.]

[The hand that was on the shoulder easily slipped down and rested against Atsushi's chest now. He wanted to push himself away, or at least that's what he told himself when he did that. But his fingers had mind of their own, easily twisting into the fabric and not letting go.

He could feel his heart beating so hard that Himuro thought it will break out of his chest. The hand traveling along his body is giving him shivers like he never felt before and he can't stop them.

He slowed down the kiss considerably, but kept it deep and firm, tasting the lips and slowly, very tentatively entwining their tongues, feeling the warmth spread through him. He was a lost cause, he knew that. And he will have to do a lot of explaining later.]

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/whilst eating skittles

/has chocolate pralines >>;

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