#feelin mushy & sappy

[tetzoro]

cozy nights in with ace include having him laying on the bed shirtless, basking in the warmth and affection you ever so carefully pour over him.

mapping out the many constellations of freckles that take up his back, your finger trailing from point to point as your universe opens up before you, sending shivers up his spine. silent whispers of i love you gently carved into his skin by the motion of your tender movements.

a different level of intimacy that has him melting further into the mattress. being treated with so much love has his heart stuttering in his chest. a level of care he’s never quite gotten used to but gratefully welcomes nonetheless.

a small smile takes up his face as he’s practically purring under you, letting out soft little hums of approval with each new stroke of your finger that spells out a new declaration of love.

his heart swells with pure adoration for you and he’s itching to return the favor, to hold you impossibly close and whisper every lovely thought he’s ever had about you — which may take awhile. but hey, he’s got all the time in the world and he wants to spend every second of it with you.

[johnnyseod-remade]

[!] UPDATE:

i’m still trash for @cherryuta in case anyone forgot ??? 

[lapusas]

in a way, you’re rather pleased with your current situation, the shadow presence of the threat of kara notwithstanding.     ever the optimist, eh ??     you can’t help it though, not really, not in this case, as with many other cases.

you have acquired a nasty habit of talking any chance you get about the entire village being the hokage’s family, yet, as boruto never failed to point out, you hardly got the chance to spend time with your immediate family.     or rather, you hardly allowed yourself the chance, the martyr syndrome well & kicking as you shift from sacrificing bodily safety to sacrificing mental well - being.     & physical well - being  ;     for all your oversleeping in mornings, you actually sleep very little, & most of your wakefulness is either energy drink induced or stress induced.     artificial & naturally manufactured, somewhere between the two.

but in keeping an eye on kawaki, & in the days since your watch over him began, you’ve shifted the priorities of your shadow clone allotment   ( you vaguely remember telling boruto once that you wouldn’t dare place a shadow clone in the hokage’s office.     hah.     well.    ) .     with remaining by the boy’s side, you’ve ended up spending more time around hinata & the kids than you have since you became hokage   ---   which, great, dream achieved, but gods did you miss spending time with your family.     actual family, not symbolical hokage family, much as you care for the village.

you’ve gotten to be the one to greet hinata home for once, you’ve gotten to dole out near spoiling amounts of attention to himawari   ( who’s been absolutely beaming about this fact ) , at least when kawaki’s been docile enough to not need to worry about a bickering fit erupting behind your back with boruto, boruto who, despite his grumbling you are inclined to agree with your daughter, has very much enjoyed your recently consistent presence at the dining table ...

& then there’s kawaki...

so ...

he’s recently started calling you   “ dad ” .

you felt a a wave of mental apologies being sent iruka - sensei’s way at your response the first few times, quiet &   “ do not make a big deal out of this i will even say please ”   as they were, the parallel to your former teacher’s response to you doing the same when you were around kawaki’s age crashing its way into your stinging eyes with the force of a bijuu bomb.     needless to say, you’ve since formed a silent solidarity with iruka - sensei over picking up responsibility for a lonely, bearing - power - he - didn’t - ask - for, & love - starved child & your continued expressions of trust & concern for his well - being resulting in the very tearful realization that you’ve ended up mutually adopting each other as family when said child calls you   “ dad ” .

except, you usually have stuck to calling iruka - sensei   “ iruka - sensei ” , even when he’s insisted that he’s long since stopped being your teacher   ( not that that particularly matters, not to you who still calls yamato - taichou   “ yamato - taichou ”   & will likely never stop calling ero - sennin   “ ero - sennin ”   even in serious conversation ) .

kawaki has all but entirely stopped calling you variations of   “ lord seventh ” , at least around the house, that you’ve noticed.     what that means to you, &, more importantly, what that means for kawaki ...     there’s something about that.     it makes your chest sting a little but also warm, & you realize you’ve been smiling stupidly into your half empty bowl for the past five minutes of dinner when hinata prods at your hand with a chopstick & repeats your name for probably at least the third time.     she asks if you’re okay & you nod & say yeah, sure, of course like you always do, except this time around it actually sounds somewhat convincing.

another second & you decide that you are, in fact, going to make your marshmallow heart everyone else’s problem.

boruto starts excusing himself from the table, finished eating, but you halt him halfway across the room with a hold up, getting up & stopping somewhere in the middle of boruto & the table.     hinata has, no doubt, already recognized the expression on your face ‘cause she is looking at you with that soft, good - willed smile that makes you feel even more sentimentally sappy & you end up putting more of a slightly childish demand in your tone than you’d intended as you spread your arms out & announce  :        ❛     that’s it, dad’s feelin’ mushy, that means it’s family bearhug time  ;     get in here.     ❜

himawari grins open - mouthed & is only all too eager to get in there, after wolfing   ( foxing ??     ... kurama isn’t amused )   down the rest of her food, of course, so you give her a specially tight separate hug before hinata joins in & your arms are officially opened for everyone.     boruto hangs back feigning annoyance & you hardly need to tell him to get on over, kiddo for him to get on over.

you then look to the table & notice kawaki has yet to move much from his seat.     you smile, warm as the late spring sun, & tell him with a slight humor to your tone & nod of your head,      ❛     family bearhugs are good for the heart.     now, c’mere.    ❜

he seems to hesitate a little, but eventually shuffles over into the empty space waiting for him to complete the little group, & the moment he’s in place your arms tighten around everyone & you thank whatever heavens deigned you worthy of two growth spurts because your relative size allows you to near completely wind around your family & they fit perfectly in your hold.

himawari’s buried her face in your stomach, small but ferocious hands gripping at you with the same strength of your initial individual hug.     hinata’s got one arm on himawari & the other on the boys, head resting against the crook of your neck & you can’t help pressing your cheek against the top of her head when you tighten the hold of your hug.     boruto’s in much the same position as himawari, holding onto you about as tightly, no doubt hiding his face against you in silent giddy embarrassment   ( you can practically feel him grinning through the layers of fabric ) .

kawaki   ...   doesn’t seem sure of what to do other than stand there & take the hug, but you kind of get that.     hugs tend to be jarring at first when you’ve been deprived of such contact for too long.     you kind of really get that.     the hand closest to him reaches up & ruffles at the boy’s hair before just   ...   resting there against the back of his head, not unlike the first time you hugged him.     it feels right.

you stand still like that for a few more seconds before winding your arms tight as they can around everyone again in one final affectionate smother, & you know you’ve squeezed the living daylights outta them when hima & boruto start laughing their variants of   “ daaaaad ”   with a slight wheeze.     you laugh in return & loosen your grip & boruto uses the chance to slip out entirely, still half laughing, saying something about suffocating if he stays in there any longer.

❛     welp, i was gonna end it off there with a ludicrously sappy   “ i love you all ” , but you went & spoiled that moment.     ❜     you can’t help smiling even as you try to say it with a straight face & end up laughing as boruto retreats with a grin announcing he’s going to bed.          ❛     sleep tight !!    ❜

the hug has more or less dispersed with that, though himawari’s still loyally clinging to you, & you remove the hands still on hinata & kawaki to pry off the little cub only to pick her up & let her sit in your arms long enough to lightly touch at her nose with a      ❛     you should be heading to bed, too, hima,     ❜     before handing her over to hinata with a kiss to her forehead.

you stand in the middle of the room, watching the two of them disappear off upstairs, waving a nighty - night to a now sleepy - looking himawari with a soft smile.

& then you’re left alone, along with kawaki, & all you can do is sigh in earnest contentment,     ❛     family’s great.     ❜          the everything of it sounds corny & hardly necessary, even to you, but you only say it because it’s true.     & you know that something similar, at least in sentiment, is going through kawaki’s mind.     & you know how sometimes it helps reaffirm the positive if someone else says the same thing you’re thinking out loud.

you throw another soft smile kawaki’s way.     then you proceed to return to the table & scarf down the leftovers in your bowl, resuming the usual evening motions, as though a family bearhug hadn’t interrupted the whole thing.

[kindadepressedlol]

Kissing Headcanons

Heyyyy. Oof this is my first post so I hope it’s good. I happily accept any form of constructive criticism :) Thanks!!💚💚

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Karasuno

Daichi  

Not rough per say

but very passionate

forehead kisses are the best from him

But lemme tell you, long kisses that leave you breathless

woW ARE THEY FRICKIN AMAZING-

anyways

10/10 would recommend Daichi kisses

Sugawara                  

Suga’s kisses depend on the mood 

If you two are on a date and having fun

they’ll be playful and you both r prob giggling a lot

Then there’s when suga is all romantic and mushy,

he’ll lean in, look deep into your eyes and give you a passionate kiss full of love and admiration

bUT

jealous suga kisses are rough and low key possessive 

not in a bad way though wink wonk

but you guys talk it out after

cause communication  is v important

Asahi  

gAH

Asahi is such a dork

he gets anxious, so be slow

always makes sure your okay with kissing

his kisses are extremely gentle

he just doesn’t want to hurt you,

expect a giant bear hug either before or after 

ask him to lean down and he will

mELT

*insert panicky asahi here*

Kiyoko

this goddess is a great kisser let me tell you

once she’s comfortable, she’ll give you lots of kisses

all kinds - forehead, cheek, lips, hands, you name it

Kiyoko isn’t necessarily shy,

but her kisses are gentle and slow

holds your hand while kissing

im very gay for kiyoko dont @ me

 Nishinoya

this boy-

he can barely sit still for more than a few seconds

so his kisses are short and fast

but they’re so full of his love for you

like you can just feel the pure love in them

I love my smol birb

Tanaka

surprisingly shy

he’s never really kissed anyone before

so he’s v blushy

his kisses are playful and cute

uwu

they vary in length, depends on how he’s feelin lmao

hugs you after 

prob to hide his blushing face

he has a reputation to uphold

Ennoshita

Ennoshita is such a romantic, it’s not even funny 

well maybe a little bit

but his kisses just sorta hit different

they’re deep and full of emotion

the way he just lingers for a moment before pulling away-

*sigh*

his hands cup your face

looks so freaking deep into your eyes soul

but its comforting in a way

Kageyama

would be hella red

he gets so embarrassed

its adorable

most of the time you have to initiate the kiss

however, once in a blue moon he’ll kiss you first

It’s probably cause he’s horny

low key rough kisser

but that’s his personality

he’s emotionally constipated so he’s kinda stiff the first time

after time he’ll loosen up and become more comfortable

Hinata

sunshine child gets so excited tbh

like noya his kisses are quick

you can feel him smile into the kiss

its so cute

kinda sloppy, but it’s just cause he’s a ball of energy

kisses you cheeks after

big dopey smile plastered on his face for the next hour

Tsukishima

kisses from him rarely happen in public

Tsukki isn’t a pda person

but when y’all are alone-

commence cuddly kei™

he still a salty boi but still

surprisingly good kisser

starts off soft and slow

gradually gets more passionate and deep

except most of his kisses are quick pecks

he loves to surprise you or interrupt you by kissing you

“You can kiss me if you can reach”

he is my husband

Yamaguchi

please kiss his freckles

Yams is v insecure about them 

so show them some love

he’s sO NERVOUS at first

even after a while, he’s still kinda timid

but that doesn’t mean he’s a bad kisser tho

your probs his first kiss 

definitely hugs you while kissing

Yachi

definition of soft kisses

will definitely be a blushing and stuttering mess after

lots of cute shy smiles

Yachi’s kisses are light and sweet

v pastel

She lives for cheek kisses uwu

Ukai

to sum them up:

fiery but loving

he’s the kind of person to just smash his lips onto yours

but at the same time he loves just scooping you up and giving you forehead kisses after a long day

he has a soft side for you and it shows through his kisses

Takeda

Not the most incredible kisser, not bad though

but his kisses are so cute and wholesome

“Can I kiss you?”

faint blush on his cheeks and ears after

he likes it when you cup his face while u kiss

v sappy

its adorable

Takeda’s kisses are so warm and wistful

[croweswings-a]

hello i am gonna try getting some writing done today bc im FEELIN it but also. this is gonna be kinda rambly and soft and dumb bc im in a moode but (im putting this under readmore just bc...)

lately life has been kind of a rollercoaster w life outside of the rpc, i have a lot of friends that rely on me for emotional support and advice, i have to be my own boss w work and its been hard for me to have strong drive in all of my creative areas (which sadly includes writing). BUT on here, i have had the pleasure of meeting some of the most talented wordsmith writers that really keep my head in the game of creation and consistent inspiration. there are so many unique characters and writing styles on my dash, i confess to stalking numerous threads (none of u are safe from my bitch eyes) and i have had the pleasure of growing close to some very special literary artists in the rpc. i finally have a “group” of sorts with three of my favourite people (i have always wanted my own little troupe & it kills the man w sappy emos), but i also have several others outside of this that i will always vibe with whether we’re writing or not - just know i am in support of you and whenever you have ideas, i am always down to hearing them regardless of how often we talk or not. i view rp as a relaxed escape for all of us - it’s not a chore, it is a collaborative, community driven way to take a break from the real world and slip into the comfort of a fantasy one that can make us happy, excited, and in many cases emotional (but in a good way, yknow?) never feel as though you are obligated to reply to me, or that you have to interact with me 24/7 nor should you feel guilty if you’ve not been active online. i have no expectations other than basic respect. 

additionally, i am honoured that people enjoy my characters as i’ve always been very insecure about how many i have and how many of those are actually “good” developed and dimensional characters. the ones on this blog are very dear to me and i’m especially appreciative of all the blogs who don’t really have that retro verse going are open to exploring it when it comes to plotting. i don’t consider myself a writer, but i will say that my love of writing has only grown over time because of the people i’ve written with. there is nothing more fun for me than the challenge of putting deep effort into my threads bc i am so impressed and enthralled by my partner’s skills that i feel i must only enhance it by putting my all into my replies (hence why it takes me a while sometimes). 

in summation tho, what i mean to say is that i am deeply touched by the people i’ve met on here and that i’m thankful for you guys for kindling such a warm community that really helps take me out of the stressful elements and brings me to another place of comfort. i really hope you all understand that your muses are insanely cool with so many different facets that i Love to hear about (i beg of my rp partners to rant to me abt their characters, the more the better) and that writing/plotting/talking w yall is the highlight of my online life sometimes. the biggest love to those who always hear me out on my ideas and are always willing to follow me wherever my scattered asshat brain takes me, to those i have grown close to who are always open to bouncing ideas off each other even if they don’t always come to full completion. i love you all, i am a big mushy infantchild w lots of emotions & look forward to writing into the new year w u guys. bless. cookie to anyone who actually read all this nonsense

[skater-brain]

strawberry-barista​:

skater-brain

Hanekoma slowly ate the meal, endeavored to savor every last unevenly cooked bite. He hummed softly in approval to Beat’s words, pleased to hear that his affection was in fact reciprocated.

“I think…” He mused between bites. “I musta thought… Well, I musta thought ya wouldn’t like it. Maybe you’d get creeped out ‘n’ run away. But if it were upta me? I’d be holdin’ alla ya ever chance I got. Hugs 'n’ kisses ev'ry day, jus’ like I useta get. But aaah, social etiquette, y'know. Even sayin’ it… Maybe tha'ssa big no-no. An’ maybe the higher ups wouldn’t like it. Maybe they’d kick my ass back outta the RG if I started sayin’ it to everyone I wanted to. I dunno. I guess I didn’t wanna test that. Heh, but tonight? I couldn’t give a single iota of a fuck. So, I guess i’s jus’ you, boss. You get to be the lucky one 'at gets to receive alla my affection tonight. Hugs 'n’ kisses 'n’ the whole kaboodle~ Damn to holdin’ back anymore!”

He laughed and continued eating, having made his declaration to make the whole evening as uncomfortable for Beat as possible. But at the moment it didn’t occur to him that that might be taking it a step too far. Beat had lovingly made him food! And he’d willingly accepted “I love you”! There was no way he would turn down being held and kissed and nuzzled, right? No, of course not. It would be fine.

Just saying “I love you” wasn’t enough to creep Beat out. Sure, it was awkward and sappy coming from another grown man, and unnecessary when just being there expressed the sentiment better, but it wouldn’t make him run. “Hugs ‘n’ kisses” however...

“Drawin’ a line, yo. If you try to kiss me, I’m sockin’ ya inna teeth.”

“But feelin’ like you ain’t allowed to show it to nobody... that’s bullshit, H.” Uncomfortable as it was, it wasn’t really any wonder that Mr Hanekoma had this weird, bottled-up desperation to be affectionate. Beat may not have placed a very high priority on being mushy or touchy-feely with most of the people he cared about, but he’d also rarely felt that he couldn’t when it was appropriate... and that seemed to be something he took for granted, when the restraint clearly drove Mr Hanekoma batty. “It ain’t good for ya.”

Was it really possible that Hanekoma’s bosses could make him disappear again, though? Just for caring about people? Was that what had happened the first time, with his fiancée? “Why’d they wanna keep you alone? Feels-- I dunno, evil.” He looked at Hanekoma with unguarded concern, at a loss for what to do. Finding a way to be there for a smoochy drunk guy without getting cooties was one thing, but what if being a friend to Mr H came with other consequences? “I don’t wantchu to hafta leave ‘cos of me, or anybody else.”

[actualbird]

(wc: 1.5k. sorta sequel to this. michael teaches jeremy more filipino, listens to music, and has a bad day but it’s okay. sappy fluff. pining. oh god pining. bye.)

Michael doesn’t really have a taste music so much as erratic collection of songs and albums he just so happened to get obsessed with. His phone on shuffle has been described as an experience. There was the one week where only soundtracks of 1st gen and 2nd gen Pokemon blasted from his headphones. For three days he only listened Dreams by Fleetwood Mac over and over again. There was Electroswing Saturday, which lasted for a solid month. Last time he and Jeremy got stoned, Michael cried to the lyrics of MacArthur Park.

(“He left the cake out in the rain, dude,” Michael says, high off his bat and overcome with so many emotions he can’t name a single one. “It took so long to make it, Jeremy.”

“I know, it’s okay,” Jeremy pats his head, giggling. Richard Harris croons in the background on tinny speakers. “Shit happens.”

“It took so long the bake it, Jeremy.”

“So long.”

“And he’ll never get that recipe again!” He says over Jeremy’s cackles.)

Today, he finds himself in music limbo, clicking aimlessly on Spotify like a desert wanderer looking for an oasis of kicking jams. After maybe an twenty minutes of impatiently skipping past every random song that didn’t catch his attention, he finally stops on a song.

The first thing that gets him is that the lyrics are in Filipino. Lahat ng hassle ay nawawala. Then the beat comes on, his foot tapping along to it. By the time the chorus hits, Michael knows he’s got another Dreams by Fleetwood Mac situation on his hands. He sets the song on repeat, puts his headphones on, and goes to school.

It takes maybe three more listens for his bilingual ass to actually parse out the lyrics, and by that point, he’s humming along to it in the hallway. By the time it’s lunch, Michael’s singing to it and dance-walking through crowds of students who wordlessly part for Anti-Social Headphones Kid.

“Wala na tayong, mga problema,” he sings, skidding into the cafetorium, eyes scanning around for his favorite lanky boy. Michael finds him sitting at their table eating a fruit cup. “Tanggal lahat ng ating tinik sa dibdib.”

“Michael!” Jeremy greets. Michael doesn’t remove his headphones or stop the song, but he does crank the volume lower so he can hear his best friend. “You look happy. Is it a Marley day?”

“Nah, man, but I did find a great song which I’m gonna listen to on repeat until I get tired of how awesome it is,” Michael says. He slings an arm around Jeremy and sings the soft lyrics still playing “At sa mali mo’y, may liquid paper. Sa—” Oh fuck, wait. “—love life mong panis, control alt delete.”

“Oh, cool, it’s in Filipino.” Jeremy says, no doubt recounting the tangina incident. “What’d those lyrics mean?”

“’For your mistakes, there’s liquid paper. For your, uh, spoiled love life, control alt delete.’” He translates, ruffling Jeremy’s hair. “It’s a great song. Ayuz by Rico Blanco.”

“Awesome, I’ll listen to it later. Speaking of, do you wanna come over after school?” Jeremy asks.

“Don’t you have like, this big trig test tomorrow?” Michael grabs Jeremy’s wrist, stealing a spoonful of fruit.

Jeremy shoves him away, Michael happily snickering. “Yeah, I do but it’s not like studying for one night will actually help. Thought I’d just kick back instead. Is that a yes?”

“When have I ever said no?” he says, met with Jeremy’s stupid dumb gentle smile.

God.

Lunch passes uneventfully, mostly with Michael just rattling off the cool shit he watched on Discovery last night, Jeremy nodding along, asking questions here and there. They part when the bell rings, off to their last few periods.

That’s when Michael’s day goes not so great.

Something is up with his usual chair in class so that it creaks awfully with every move. This wouldn’t have been a problem if he sat still, but Michael hasn’t been still since he was an egg cell. He’s pretty sure it’s physically impossible for somebody to sit and not bounce their leg up and down, but with every move, the chair creaks obnoxiously. With every sound, he gets dirty looks from other students, which just makes Michael more anxious, which makes him bounce his leg more. It’s an ouroboros cycle of nervousness that feels like it lasts forever.

It’s stupid, it’s so stupid, but the whole thing gets him so on edge he can’t focus on anything for the rest of his classes. Every sound is a screech, every voice a yell. Michael can’t put his headphones on during class, so he settles for wearing his hood, but there’s only so much that can do. When class lets out, he scrambles to get his headphones on and lets Rico Blanco tune everything out. Wala na tayong mga problema.  We don’t have any more problems, god, if only.

By the time he meets Jeremy over where he parked his car, he’s pretty sure he looks like shit.

“Whoa, dude, you look like shit,” Jeremy says. Sensory overload be damned, he lowers the volume of his music. Jeremy’s voice never feels like too much for Michael. “What happened?”

“Noisy chair. It’s whatever,” he waves it off, pasting a smile on his face. “Come on.”

He and Jeremy get into his car and Michael tries his best to shake off the uneasiness crawling inside him. Ayus na, ayus na, ayus na, plays in his ears softly. Everything is fine. Deep breaths. Everything is fine. Start the goddamn car and drive. Just—

“Michael,” Jeremy says, hand hovering over Michael’s arm, unsure to reach out.

“Sorry, yeah, I’m just zoning out—”

“No, it’s okay. It’s just a little dangerous to drive with headphones on, right?” Jeremy says. He’s holding out the aux cord. “Why don’t you just play your music here?”

“Right,” he pulls his headphones down and plugs his phone in. “It’s only going to be this one song over and over again for the whole drive, so I hope you don’t mind.”

“Dude, if I didn’t mind Dreams for three days I don’t think I’ll mind this for a drive,” he laughs, the song begins to play, The combination of familiarity calms him down enough to actually start driving.

Michael hums along, and out of the corner of his eye, he can see Jeremy nodding his head along to the beat adorably.

Wala na tayong mga problema. Tanggal lahat ng ating tinik sa dibdib—

“What did that mean?” Jeremy asks.

“Uhhhh,” Michael rifles through rough equivalents. “’We don’t have anymore problems. The thorns in our chest have been removed.’ Or something like that.”

“Cool,” Jeremy smiles. Then he puts the windows down.

“What’re you doing?” He asks.

“Letting everybody else hear the song,” Jeremy shrugs. “It’s nice.”

Finally realizing that Jeremy is trying his awkward best to try and make Michael feel better, whatever uneasiness in left inside him fades away, replaced instead with a big, awful, mushy love for his best friend.

“Jeremy,” Michael says.

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

“No problem, dude.” Jeremy says before clumsily mumbling along to lyrics Michael is sure he’s butchering under his breath.

“I can’t even hear you but I know you’re saying it wrong,” Michael laughs.

“Well I’m a better singer, at least!”

“Yeah, right,” he scoffs. Michael belts out the chorus along with the speakers, “Basta’t kasama kita, ayus na, ayus na, ayus naaaa.” Why the fuck is this song so damn fitting, Michael thinks. That big, mushy love bleeds into that other type of love he likes shoving all the way to the back of his mind. “Lahat ng hassle ay mawawala, basta’t kasama kita.”

“Booooooo!” Jeremy heckles.

“Oh, you are so dead when we reach a stoplight.”

“You can’t kill me, we’re going to my house,” he says. “What does the chorus say?”

Michael reaches out to swat at Jeremy, but he expertly dodges. “If you think you can distract me that easily—”

“No, no, seriously. I just wanna know.” And there’s the stoplight.

“Well, it just repeats a lot but it’s basically just,” Michael takes a deep breath. “‘As long as I’m with you, everything’s okay. All the hassles disappear, as long as I’m with you.’”

“Is it?”

“Is what?”

“Is everything okay now?” Jeremy looks at him.

Michael’s had a bad day caused seemingly by nothing, and it’s probably going to bug him later. He went through a few classes without listening to a word, so that’ll also come to bite him in the ass. But he’s in his car listening to a song he’s been listening to on repeat with his best friend who he maybe likes a little bit more than just big, mushy friend love.

— Basta’t kasama kita, ayus na, ayus, na, ayus na.

“Yeah,” Michael says. “It’s all good now.”

(Later, when Michael gets home, he’ll accidentally press the shuffle button on his Spotify and it’ll play him another song. Your Universe by Rico Blanco. It’s in English and he’ll listen to it alone in his bedroom, and think shit. He’ll think fuck.

The song goes: Tell me something, when I'm feelin' tired and afraid, how do you know just what to say to make everything alright?

It goes: I don't think that you even realize the joy you make me feel when I'm inside your universe.

It goes: I’ll always be the lucky one.

Tangina, Michael thinks. Tangina.)

(now an ongoing fic. part 2. part 3. part 4. or read everything on ao3 here.)

[ask-the-richmond-newsies]

*chuckles brightly and gives his hand a squeeze* I would lose, no mattah who taugh me. *looks at Mouth, in realization* Oh, I's see... I's see... That makes sense... -Badger

[Monty] *chuckles* Well then, ya will fit right in wit’ us!

[Mouth] Yeah, I wouldn’t wanna play in Brooklyn, anyways. Apparently, they’s games get pretty extreme! But anyways, ya nevah answered me. How was yer date?

[Monty] It was good.

[Mouth] Jus’ good? Well, what if she thought it was great? Ya gonna hurt her feelin’s if she thought it was great an’ ya thought it was jus’ good!

[Monty] *turns red* No… It’s jus’… ya don’t usually talk ‘bout it in front of the person ya went on the date wit’…

[Mouth] OH! I get it! You’s afraid you’s gonna say somethin’ sappy or mushy an’ embarrass yerself, huh? Is dat why you’s startin’ ta look like a tomato? ‘Cause I’s embarrassin’ ya?

[Monty] *turns a deeper shade of red* *groans as he speaks* Mouth…

[flowersandinternet]

ahh im feelin all types of ways,, i have an exam at 9 and im soooo unmotivated to keep studying/finishing my cheat sheet, but im also a lil anxious about it even tho i need 0.67%. And im also tired but i know if i lie down ill go on my phone for at least an hour. Aaaaaand im feeling sappy and clingy asf, i think knowing my boy, who is usually one hour away, is three hours away is getting to me, i wish i couldve gone home with him, but instead here i am with my mushy mess brain