#<- i've. never written louisa criminally enough i hope it's ok kdhhsdhsd

[littencloud9]

OKAY OPTIONS TIME!!!

kunichuu + 18

tanitachihigugin + 33

montcott + 29

(i picked random numbers so sorry if they suck lol)

hehe HI COREY!! TY FOR THE OPTIONS I AM EATING THEM

18. a kiss while laughing

"And," Kunikida continues, leaning over Chuuya's body and attacking their face with another kiss, "that's for being an amazing partner all around. And that's—" another kiss, this time on the nose, "—for looking after Kenji today, and—" "Please!" Chuuya gasps in between their laughter, huffing over and over in a lame attempt to catch their breath. "I get it! Mercy!" Kunikida grins, burying his head in Chuuya's shoulders. He noses along their neck and they squirm away, spilling into another fit of giggles. Hands push weakly at his chest, and Kunikida knows Chuuya can push him off with ease if that's what they really wanted. So he continues his tirade, peppering Chuuya with kisses everywhere until their voice begins to crack. When Kunikida pulls back, his partner stares up at him with a wide, toothy smile. There are tears in the corner of their eye from laughing so hard. It's one of the most beautiful noises in the world. Kunikida wants to hear it forever. "I love you," he blurts out, unable to help the affection spilling out of his chest. Maybe years ago, Chuuya would've shielded themself from such a pure, unfiltered expression of love. But now, they simply laugh again, cupping Kunikida's cheeks and pulling him in for another kiss. I love you too, goes unsaid, but it's heard.

33. a kiss to a scar, birthmark, injury, or other marking. featuring higuchi with tourettes. for you <3

Higuchi nearly drops the pan she's holding when her shoulders shrug, making her wince. Her tics have been acting up the past two days, but she had an important mission last night and had no time to rest. It was a bad decision, in hindsight. She sets the pan back down on the stove, gritting her teeth when her shoulders jerk again and a bolt of pain shoots through her body. Jun'ichirou's the only other person in the kitchen with her. He glances at her, tilting his head. Higuchi assumes he's going to point it out (it'll make it worse, but he probably doesn't know that, and God she doesn't want to deal with the explanation right now but—) "I'll handle the veggies," Jun'ichirou says, walking over. He nudges Higuchi aside, gesturing his head to the living room where Gin and Tachihara are playing games at. "Go get Michi to set up the table, please?" Higuchi's voice feels stuck in her throat as she nods, hurrying off. She gives the message, and Tachihara tilts his head back with a groan. Still, he obliges, jumping up and giving Gin a quick kiss on the cheek, exactly where their beauty mark lies. Higuchi sits down next to Gin, glancing at their phone. It looks like some sort of shooting game. Before she can ask, Gin turns the phone off, putting a hand up to her shoulder and massaging it gently. Higuchi's eyes well up with tears. Gin doesn't point it out—they never do unless absolutely necessary. They reach for Higuchi's hand, kissing along her wrist, where a light scar remains from an old mission. There's a sudden yelp from the kitchen and roaring laughter from Tachihara. Higuchi and Gin share a fond smile, leaning into each other as they wait for their partners to finish preparing dinner.

29. a kiss to the back of the hand

"Don't fret so much," Lucy sighs, plucking the pen away from Louisa's hand. Louisa jumps, so immersed that she didn't even notice Lucy walking in. She wasn't using her ability, but she'd still be able to hear if the door opens, so her mind must've been really lost. Lucy wordlessly pulls her up and Louisa's vision goes blurry for a moment. As she regains it, Lucy combs fingers through her hair, smoothing it down. "...Where are the others?" Louisa asks, searching for a clock. Time has always been a hard concept to grasp, especially since she joined the Guild. "We're celebrating Mark's birthday soon, right? Is it dinner yet?" Lucy shrugs. "He can wait. You're too tense. We need to get you loose and relaxed for the party." "Party?" Louisa mumbles, shaking her head. "I don't want to dance later." "Mm, I know. How about now, though? With just me?" She considers it. That would be nice. When she nods, Lucy gets down on one knee, holding onto her hand. She brushes her lips against the back of her hand, peering up at her through long eyelashes, and Louisa's heart stutters. When Lucy smiles, it's like the world stops moving. "May I have this dance?" She tightens her grip as she replies, "Yes."