#ᶤᶠ ᶤ ʷᵃˢ ʸᵒᵘ ᶤ'ᵈ ʷᵃᶰᶰᵃ ᵇᵉ ᵐᵉ ᵗᵒᵒˑ // akio.

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guess he’ll casually steal his boyfriend away from whatever mirio and nejire are doing-- 

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Mistletoe let there be gay

KISS ME UNDER THE MISTLETOE.

    “ c’mon babe i’ve already got waka. it’s your turn for a kiss. “

Well, Waka was still hiding. Probably with Hikari and Alonzo, because he’s an asshole. But he found Tamaki! Thats worth something, right? And while Tamaki might hide from the affection right now, it doesn’t mean he won’t still try. Unless it makes Tamaki uncomfortable, then he’ll stop.

Tamaki makes a whining noise– he knows what it means, easily pushing his boyfriends head up to look at him and carefully runs fingers through the others hair. Waits silently, eyes intent on his boyfriend. Tamaki, strangely, falls into the same spell Wakako had, going from flustered and embarressed to entranced. He’s not sure what provokes it, but he wastes no time in sealing the deal of this mistletoe business with a kiss.

It’s more freverent than the other one, backing Tamaki up slightly. They’re more alone, so he thinks it’s okay– that’s until he hears someone yell, and he pulls back reluctantly to glare at the form of Hikari. She herself is red, frantically waving her hands as she apologizes and leaves the room far too quickly.

Oh well.

    “ wanna get a drink ? “

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solchimaera

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soRRY IM TRYING

its not ur fault i love you

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    “ no, i’m sleeping properly. “

The easiest lie; it spills out before he can feel guilt, casting his gaze from Tamaki quickly. Still can’t look at him, still can’t muster the strength to be better, to be good. Hadn’t he promised himself, promised Tamaki that he would let this go? Why does it feel like he’s being haunted?

Can he really not brush this off?

Clenches his fist, face skewering into something bitter and angry. It hurts, and he can’t even imagine how much more pain Tamaki would have been in if Wakako wasn’t there. 

And now she’s suffering too, from his mistakes. He can’t stop hurting the ones he loves, apparently. // @solchimaera

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tagged by : no one i stole it from fae tagging : do it bitch

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Mmm. You love him. That’s good to hear.

all my actions are being judged

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    “ what the fuck is happening ... “

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mistletoe - for akio.

KISS ME UNDER THE MISTLETOE.

    “ waka … hiding isn’t gonna make me go away. “

This part of the party is mostly private– Yukio is in the doorway talking to Stellar, but other than that, it’s just them. And yes, he took one for the sole purpose of seeking out his boyfriend and girlfriend for kisses, but all is fair in love and war. And right now, all he knows is that he looks at her and knows he wants this forever. Feels his heart strain against his ribcage at the emotion, but he tells himself to cool it and stick to his plan.

His clever and genius plan.

She’s hiding, but small prompting, lifting her with his hand, it’s enough to free her from her hiding. Had been hiding and turned red the second she saw the mistletoe, knows whats coming. But thankfully, he’s crafty.

He also stops before he gets too close, smiling warmly to her. A second passes, and he speaks in a low tone, the weight of his love pouring into his words as he fights to keep composure, to stop himself from kissing her in this second. He has to ask first, because he’s a good boy and cares about them so, so much.

    “ want a kiss, babe ? “

The question hits, despite her dazed state. She nods, sucking in a breath harshly when he resumes his movement to her lips.

The kiss itself is soft, sweet. He can’t just ravage her where he’s fairly aware his parents can hear, and Yukio will notice if he gets too handsy. So he’s gentle, sweet. Loving. Hums when its all said and done, drawing her in for an embrace. He’s smiling, something stupid and love struck. Should leave to find Tamaki before his boyfriend becomes a stuttering mess in a corner somewhere, but he wants to bathe in this for a bit longer.

    “ mmm … i love you. “

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“it’s not your fault. don’t blame yourself.”

THANKS FOR THE MEMORIES.

    “ you don’t have to lie, tamaki. “

His hands skim over the spot of the wound, wincing slightly at the sight of the fusion of plastic and Tamaki’s skin. He’d been told, by the paramedics, that he’d done the right thing; by transfusing the flesh to plastic and forcing the wound closed, he’d saved Tamaki’s life. 

But the blood on his hands scares him to death.

It’s a gentle reminder that he can become a demon at any moment, he can tear flesh with a thought if he wants to. It’s a reminder that he can be evil, that no matter how much he runs, he will always have an ounce of weakness in him. This moment is a warning on the tip of his tongue, a taste of the despair he can enduce, given the chance.

It tastes bitter, forces him into a corner. Makes him wish he could become cold again, push everything he loves away like it’s SOUR.

His face steels, looking away with that ever present look of brooding that he tends to keep. Skewers his face into a pained look, lets the churning guilt and hatred stew, unwilling to speak in the face of forgiveness. Tamaki would forgive him, he knows. Wakako might too, for this transgression at least. But at what point should he stop? 

It’s maddening, to think of where his morality lies and his own code crumbling at his fingertips.

He wants to die, from this alone.

    “ i’ll be good next time … “

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🐉🎩⛈🌶 bc i love ur boy

ICONIC. - akio.🐉- One of my muse being beautiful/handsome.

🎩- One of my muse being silly.

⛈- One of my muse being sad.

🌶- One of my muse being angry.

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Now that all was over, it was time for rest and recovery. And so Tamaki laid on the hospital bed, wounds still aching and healing; with an arm wrapped tight around him, he nuzzled Akio's hair, relieved just by his presence. He still wasn't sure of what happened, but wouldn't pry if Akio didn't want to say anything. He was just grateful to be able to see him, to have him there with him.

Today has been so stressful.

To Akio, he has learned so many things in a short moment; he is an orphan, and Chisaki Kai has no hold on him. He is alone, more so than he had first thought, and his fist tightens into the sheets as he wallows. Feels Tamaki’s arm, feels Tamaki gently nuzzling into his hair, and he wants to cry. Mere moments ago he’d contemplated just, letting himself fall into disarray; who cares enough about a boy with no home? He shouldn’t be here.

But those thoughts seem so muted now, so distant. He’s so content in Tamaki’s arms, curling himself closer and pressing his lips to the line of his jaw– he searches for affection freely given, allowed to have freedom within this moment. Wants to fall asleep, but Aiku is watching him silently, waiting to see a lapse in his wakefulness to take him home, to allow him a few days without classes to think and recouperate.

And if he’s honest, this is his recouperation, right here and now.

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⊕

YOU CAN SEE GOD WHEN I TAKE MY MASK OFF.

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They already got the text, the raid would be done in the morning, and he wasn't sure of how it would end; this was the yakuza, not some street thug. Should the worst happen... no, he wasn't going to think about it. Still, just in case... For once, he didn't hesitate to hug Akio, burying his face in the crook of his neck with a muttered 'I love you'. It would be fine, he'd just have to convince himself of it.

The whole thing feels strange– not that he doesn’t adore it, there’s just a confusion sitting under his skin the whole time. It’ll be a night he has to spend without Wakako and he, so he’s already feeling weird ( something isn’t sitting right, and he can’t tell what it is. a weird foreboding. ), and with Tamaki basically burying himself into Akio…

It’s scary, somehow. 

He returns the hug fuirously, frown adorning his face. Squeezes once, planting kisses all over his head and face.

Well, he knows it’ll be fine. Nothing bad will happen, right?

    “ i love you too, babe. “

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❝ You must love Halloween! You don’t need to change to dress up as an angel. ❞ rifp akio

    “ wh-what … ? i’m not a– “

though he wants to keep speaking, he can’t. he’s bright red, glancing away from his boyfriend with a furious redness staining his cheeks. where is waka in this, to save him from this mess? he can’t deal alone.

    “ god. stop this. “