#KISSES 🤍🤍🤍🤍

[seagreenlaurin]

In the next second, something cold and soft covered his lips.

[suguruverse]

first kisses with bakugou except you’re the one who kisses him and he accidentally pushes you away, trying to hide his blush. and when you starting giggling at him, he starts to get real pissy and pulls you in for another kiss so that you’re the one who gets all flustered <33333

[damnamour]

[aeteut]

Oh I wonder how Sirius’s lipstick got smudged all over Remus’s face 🤭

By likeafunerall, and reposted with permission.

[saenora]

this evoked a lot of feelings dy!!! the stealing moments from time and life…. it was indeed poetic… i really want a rindou now…

EVERYONE READ IT..

3:00 AM | RAN HAITANI

CONVERSATIONS IN BED were always like this, quiet and soft, though Rindou still hadn't been back since he'd left for the night and you two had nobody to bother. Habits. Two fingers traced figures and drawings indecipherable for you on your back. The only light that entered the room were the weak rays emitted by the moon. But Ran didn't need light to know where the three moles that decorated your skin and the funny scar that marked your shoulder were located.

“Did you know that years ago I wanted to have blue hair?”

The laugh that your boyfriend released resounded in your hair, where he rested his head and left soft kisses from time to time. As the laughter subsided, his voice echoed through the room.

"Are you kidding me?"

You thought about your teen years. About  the fights with your parents because you wanted to make a couple of decisions that you later found out were stupid. About the fall down the stairs when you were wearing those heels that you still hadn't gotten used to wearing. About that boy your friends warned you not to get too close to.

“No.I wanted to have a different image than the one I had back then.”

Leaning up on your elbows, you looked at Ran from your new position. Wisps of hair scattered across the pillow and fell down his tattooed chest like a waterfall. Aphrodite had favorites.

The boy closed his eyes and began to caress your arm. He thought of his adolescence. About Tenjiku. About Rindou crying the first time he saw him almost bald in juvie. About his mother kicking him out of the house with tears running down her pale cheeks. Ran unconsciously pouted when he was about to say something important. You squeezed his cheeks between your fingers.

“What is my dear Rapunzel thinking?”

“My hair”

At his words, you caressed a lock of hair that ran through the groove of the tattoo that decorated his skin.

“I think you would be gorgeous with short hair”

Sometimes Ran felt like he was like Samson. Perhaps if his hair was cut again it would lose its strength. It was the characteristic that made him stand out, his strong point. He had vague memories of sitting on his mother's lap for her to comb his hair, which was beginning to grow longer. His father wasn't too excited to have a son with such long hair, but his mother always told him when they were alone to always take care of his hair.

Ran raised the corners of his lips as he watched your disheveled hair fall over your forehead. Bringing a hand to your cheek, he began to pick up strands and tuck them behind your ear.

"Do you really think short hair would look good on me?

Complimenting Ran was a double-edged knife, because he would always repeat your words half an hour later. But there was something in his eyes that told you he needed to hear something like this coming from you.

"Oh Ran" Sitting on the bed, you pointed at him with your hands. "You could be bald, you could have a thousand gray hairs, you could have a thousand split ends, and still you would be the most beautiful person in the world.

A laugh escaped his throat again making his Adam's apple disappear every time he made a sound. You smiled.

"Then it’s worthless to talk about this anymore" Rising up to stand beside you, he stroked the knuckles of your hand one by one "I’m going to get my phone really quick, I want to do something"

3 WEEKS LATER, and just one day after his 25th birthday, Ran Haitani walked out of the hair salon holding a plastic bag, feeling a cold breeze on his neck and having  a new haircut. He had to send Rindou a photo, but that could wait.

When he closed the car door after getting in, he put the bag on the passenger seat and began to dial your number on his phone.

He couldn't wait to see which surprise you'd like best; his new haircut, or the blue dye he had bought at the salon.

[mrsoharaa]

˚₊ ‧ ꒰ა🤍x🖤 ໒꒱ ‧ ₊˚

the idea of the boys watching you take out the groceries from your car and slightly struggling, smiling light heartedly at your insistence and stubbornness (you are stubborn beyond belief, which is what they did and did not like so much about you, you were going to get as many bags as you could carry into the house without going back for consistent, back breaking trips) so they spry on out, filling up their strong, lengthy arms and give you a tender kiss to each side of your cheeks as they pace back into the house.

of course, you could feel your pride being slightly derailed, but you loved them even more so when they helped out. even at the most simplest and mundane of tasks, with a tender, loving prize to gain from it - you couldn't complain. not in the slightest.

"look at my big strong boyfriends, oh so strong!" you weave a flirty smile, hands on your hips as you watch the two grin cheekily. Satoru more so then Suguru, as he uses the weighted bags that were completely filled to their compacity like kettlebell weights, pumping his muscular biceps to show off to you. you'd titter out a feeble chuckle, rolling your eyes as you walk up beside them, giving them each a sweet kiss to whatever skin you could find. telling them how much you truly appreciated them for helping you.

"anything for our queen" Suguru couldn't resist giving you another heart felt kiss to your cheek, easily maneuvering the bags within his grasp. Satoru pouts of course, leaning to your level as well, to plant you another kiss too. seeing how Suguru could give you another kiss, why not him too?

[muertesita]

I want to kiss her with the burning desire I feel for her very presence. To watch that beautiful smile spread across her face as I cup her cheeks and my lips touch hers. A kiss so pure and passionate. A kiss so profoundly intense that the world around us shakes beneath us. A kiss so genuine that our hearts have no choice but to fall in sync with one another.

[gojoest]

my sweet, sweet babyboy 💖💖💖💖💖💖

[cloudwisp]

comm by bubble_sen

“Does this tea time have to end at all? Couldn’t it just continue on into the evening, with you keeping me company?”

[crezz-star]

📻🔴Radio Demon🔴📻

[blobitech]

Me when I realize I’m an artist and also have free will

[kiwiplaetzchen]

This ai is dedicated to @adallegra and her precious doggy, Clementine 🤍💚😌

[flowercrowngods]

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 (these make one big story, you won't understand this part without the others)

day 05: together

If Steve was trembling before, he’s shaking like a leaf now — or it feels like he is, with his heart beating in his throat, his knees locked tight or they’d buckle and give out, and his hands clenched into the blanket, holding it around him like a shield.

But there is nothing in this world to shield him from Eddie. Maybe that’s why he’s shaking. Maybe that’s fifteen years of energy coursing through him, all coming down to this. 

He can hear the steps down the hall and he wants to close the door and hide forever. He wants to run out and meet Eddie halfway, he wants to stay right where he is and be found, wants to find for himself. 

And then there he is; the glorious vision that is Eddie Munson. Even in the dark, even when it’s only his silhouette visible to Steve, even when his hair looks flatter than he remembers. Steve’s breath hitches and his eyes fill with tears again, helpless against the onslaught of I missed you, I missed you, I missed you. 

It’s so strong, this tidal wave, replacing all the air in his lungs with lead and feathers alike — but either way, he cannot breathe. It hitches pathetically, and he knows he should move, knows he should say something, anything; but there are no words. None but those three. I missed you. I missed you. I miss you.  

They’re both just standing there, suspended in space and time and emotion together. 

But then Eddie moves, twitches his hand as if wanting to reach for Steve, but halts his motion, insecure if that’s allowed. Steve doesn’t know either. 

“Hi,” Eddie breathes after a while, and his voice is so gentle, so careful like he’s sure Steve is about to break. Or like he himself is about to break, and he doesn’t dare move, lest the universe catches up on it. 

“Hey,” Steve whispers, tugging the blanket tighter around his shoulders. 

They still don’t move, time has not yet kicked back into motion, allowing them a drawn out moment of trying, trying, trying not to fall apart. 

“I missed you,” Eddie says. And Steve whimpers. The moment is broken, his knees are no longer locked, but instead of falling to the ground like he half expected, he stumbles forward to pull Eddie into a hug. Strong, warm arms wrap around him instantly, holding him tighter than they ever have before. Eddie’s never held him like this. 

But Eddie has never lost him either. 

The thought of that, of what they’ve done, what they’ve gone through, makes Steve blink away more tears as he buries his face in Eddie’s neck. 

“I missed you, too.” He sniffles. “So much. I’m sorry.”

“Me too, Stevie. I’m sorry.” 

You have nothing to be sorry for, Steve wants to say. You’re just happy. You deserve to be happy. 

He doesn’t say anything, though, just stays right where he is, hugging Eddie. Holding him as if he would slip through his arms and out of his life if he let go. And he would. But Steve’s not ready for that, not yet, not ever. So he holds him. Holds him even as Eddie slowly walks them into the apartment, closing the door behind himself with one arm, the other still around Steve, and then leans back against it. 

So they don’t have to keep themselves and each other upright. So they can just be two boys hugging. And crying. Because Eddie’s breath is uneven against Steve’s hair, and they’re both crying softly, quietly, as Eddie’s hand strokes through Steve’s hair. 

“I missed you,” he says again, and Steve holds him tighter, nods into his neck, biting his lips so he doesn’t spill any more truths between them. 

Steve doesn’t know how long they stand there, doesn’t know if time is back at work around them, if the world is spinning again. All he knows is that he would fall if he let go. All he knows is that he’s already falling. 

But at some point there are no quiet tears left and he’s not shaking as much anymore, his head a little clearer, aware that Eddie is humming some nonsense melody in that same way he always used to when Steve just needed a good hug and a cry. 

I love you, he almost says. It’s on his tongue, and for a moment he wonders if he did say it, haze and reality too closely linked, leaving him floating and reeling and aching. 

When he eventually pulls away from Eddie’s embrace, he can feel those pretty, brown eyes on him even if it’s too dark to see them; and Steve looks back. They both sigh a little, unalterably in sync with one another, and Steve smiles a little. But now that reality is back, so are the past few months. So is the engagement. And so is the fact that there’s no way to solve this but to go their separate ways, at least for a while. 

A pit replaces his heart once more, sucking all the tenderness out of this moment and leaving him brittle and breaking once more, vulnerable to Eddie’s touch, his smiles, his everything. Vulnerable to the world with or without Eddie. 

“Can we talk?” Eddie says after a while, his voice sounding just as small and insecure as Steve feels, and it’s wrong, it’s so wrong, they don’t sound like that around each other. They don’t feel like that, they don’t talk like that, they don’t — God, when did it all go so wrong?  

“Yeah.” Steve nods, stepping away from Eddie and heading towards the couch. 

Eddie joins him, taking a seat on the other end of the couch, so far away yet somehow still too close, and all Steve wants to do is reach out and pull him closer. He squeezes his eyes shut and massages his temples, like it would get rid of the bone-deep, physical yearning that has taken over his body. 

“Why were you around?” he asks lamely after Eddie doesn’t make any move to talk first. 

“Couldn’t sleep,” Eddie said. “I don’t know if… I mean, yeah, obviously you got my call. Uh. I couldn’t sleep so I just walked around. And then you called.” 

“And then I called.” 

Eddie nods. Steve figures that he should have gone and turned on the light, but maybe it’s good that they can’t read each other. Maybe it’s good that they don’t have to look at each other for this. 

Silence falls, and Steve wonders for a brief, panic-filled second if they’ve forgotten how to talk to each other. If silence is all there ever will be again. 

But then Eddie, glorious, wonderful, brave Eddie scoots closer on the couch. “Turn around?” 

And it’s muscle memory to listen to Eddie, to do as he requests, especially when he asks like that. With that hopeful little voice. 

I love you. 

Steve turns, gasping a little when there’s warmth against his back and Eddie’s head resting against his. 

“What are you doing?” he asks, his voice gone with how close and how warm Eddie is. 

He can feel Eddie shrug against his back. “Changing the world.” 

And then there they sit, their backs leaning against each other, their heads resting together. And Steve can breathe again. 

“I just have to tell you something. But… If I’m already losing you, it won’t make a difference. If you hate me or something, you—“

“Eds—“ 

“No, Stevie. Uh, please listen? I just, I need you to know. To understand, at least this one thing. Think I’ll explode if I don’t tell you.” He laughs a little, but it’s more a sign of his nerves than anything else. 

Steve breathes a little, “Okay,” filling the silence with a permission, a promise, a question. A little word that could make him or break him. 

Eddie’s hand comes searching beside him, and with that same muscle memory, Steve reaches out and takes it, linking their fingers together and feeling one puzzle piece of a world that has fallen apart settling back into place. Eddie’s hand in his. Holding on. 

“Okay,” Eddie breathes right back, building a bubble for them in which they can just be themselves and whisper little okays like promises. A bubble in which they can hold hands and sit together and rest, just for a second. Even though they’re both still trembling, their hearts still racing, their voices still breaking. “Okay. Here goes nothing.” 

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(sorry if i missed anyone just give me a shout if i did <3) and thanks to everyone who said nice things about this 🤍🌷

come back tomorrow/later for true & misunderstandings | read part 6 here

[tetzoro]

the day the earth stood still is the day i felt your presence leave it, and then every day after that.

[milky-aeons]

hear me out, a doomed romance between chuuya and reader to the tone of lizzy mcalpine’s “ceilings” . . .

[curleyclown]

for the lupin to my fujiko, my gentleman thief, the one who stole my heart-- i love you @ganglemanva 🤍❤️