#gardenia brainrot

[gardeniabrainrot]

hi guys

[gardeniasilly]

JEEBWEEZERS?!

[metalichotchoco]

Rot those dreams, crush them into nothingness 🖤

[sagau-my-beloved]

Aggressively poking you

.....I don't even know if I've sent this in before, or if you've already written for it buuuut....... braiding cecilias into Venti's hair. That is all

-⚡

He'd look so prettyyyyyy, not that he doesn't already of course

But it's giving me the mental image of just sitting on Starsnatch Cliff mid afternoon, sun partially covered by clouds with the breeze blowing softly

Then of course Venti looking on fondly as you meticulously gather an armful of Cecilias, it is two of his most favorite things in the same place of course

Then finally deciding you have enough, sitting down beside him as you start to weave the flowers in with his hair

How he'd close his eyes, just basking in the feeling of your fingers diligently working, it almost making him feel sleepy, maybe he'll 'accidentally' fall against your shoulder when you're done with closed eyes and a particular cheeky smile

Would obviously return the favor if you had long hair, using all his years of braiding knowledge to get it perfect because you deserve no less, and if it was short I suppose he'd just have to settle for tucking one behind your ear (while taking the opportunity to cup your face and pull you in for a surprise kiss of course <3)

[tallymonster]

Memories of Us chapter 8

So here we go!!!! First time cross posting AO3 and Tumblr! This is exciting 😏 anyway, I wanna give a giant thanks to my friends over at the Astarion Brainrot discord, you all have helped me out with figuring out AO3 and now both places I'm posting to are caught up! Only took the whole week 🥲😅

Well anyway, as always many thanks to my bestie @micropoe10 I appreciate everything you do for me babe 😘 many many maaaaany thanks to @cheesy-cryptid for their artwork ❤️ I literally look at it each time I have to think of something to write.

Chapter 8

Stay and watch me fall

 After the fundraiser, the museum had gotten into its busy season. The warmer months made it so that more people were coming in to get away from the heat.

 Which meant more reasons to finally solve this damn mystery that's been hanging over Octavia's head for the last few weeks. She's gotten as far as she can without having to go consult Astarion on the source of this book. There was only so much trying to convince Gale to use his magic to try to restore the book without him lecturing her about misuse of his studies, magic, and family line. 

 

Ever since they shared their secret and the fact that he woke up in her house with a nasty hangover and some embarrassing flashbacks, they've become much closer as friends.

Eventually he confides in her that her rejection of him was not unexpected. "To be perfectly honest, I see the way you look at him...it's fine, because I also see the way he looks at you. Just because you can't see his eyes, doesn't mean I have not. I know him, I know how he looks at you." 

 Gale kept his gaze in the book he was reading, "Besides, I can't resist it sometimes either. He's got this way of twisting things to his benefit. I can only imagine how he uses that to his advantage." Octavia looks up somewhat shocked, Gale is giving her a challenging glare, as if he's given her all the help he would give her in this particular situation. They smirk at each other and keep working.

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Following the little routine she had gotten herself into, Octavia does her rounds surveying the first floor of the museum. She reaches into the pocket of her cardigan and plays with the silk handkerchief she never returned. She's been meaning to give it back to Astarion, but he was 'traveling for work' whatever the hells that meant.

 Octavia continues her stroll, going up to the office corridors. Out of the corner of her eye she sees something peculiar. The giant ornate dark wooden door that leads into Astarion's extremely off limits office is cracked open. She could knock and see if he's in there, but she takes the opportunity to give him a taste of his own nosey medicine. 

 She walks up, tiptoeing slowly to the door, she gives it a small push and it easily flows open. It's as of the room itself is inviting her in. She steps through and gently closes the door, leaving it unlocked. 

 As she turns she begins to take in the room. A full suit of armor is put together next to a massive bookshelf, candelabras stacked with melted wax and softly lit candles.

His desk is at least twice the length of hers and Gale's combined. There's books, papers, art, and all sorts of random things all around. Each square of wall is crammed with trinkets. Much to her advantage, the room is still fairly dark due to the heavy curtains covering the window behind his desk, a small slit of the last beams of sunlight peeking through them.

 A faint smell of gardenias, moonflowers, and primroses filled the room. Seems like he's close to their gardens, but as she looks towards the window, she notices a small bundle of them as if they've been recently cut. 

 She comes up to one of the dusty display cabinets and peers through. As she eyes some gemstones, she can hear faint footsteps coming towards the office. The only way out is to hide and wait, so she sprints over to the only alcove she can slip quietly into. There's a spot between the armor and the bookshelf, she takes her place as her heart travels up her throat. 

 Astarion opens the door, speaking to someone and trying to make his departure. "Yes yes, I'm very honored that you have donated sooo much money to our esteemed institution, but I really must get back to my research, you understand right?"

Octavia hears the door open and close, her breath shudders a bit and she regulates her breathing. She can still see what he's doing, thankfully shrouded in partial darkness. 

 Octavia watches as Astarion sauntered over to his desk, he sits with his arms dramatically thrown behind the headrest of the chair, his legs stretched out in front of him. Octavia never noticed how svelte he was, the suits paint a clear picture, but this was a new angle. 

 He lets out an exasperated groan and takes off the glasses on his face. Octavia takes another sharp inhale, was she about to see what he fully looks like after three godsdamned months? Astarion leans forward and has his face in his hands, he's clearly stressed out about something.

He turns the chair to face the window, takes one of the flowers into his hand and sniffs it deeply. He lets out a soft sigh and Octavia swears he said something behind it. 

 "I should have seen this all with you, my moonflower. I was so foolish to not accept your offer, I can't let our past get in the way, not this time." He speaks softly as he walks towards the window, pulling on the heavy fabric. Swinging open the window and looks out as the sun's final light turns to dusk. "To have planted all of these flowers for you, and I can never share them." 

 He sighs deeply, taking a long inhale."Fuck, I keep seeing her, now I'm smelling her too? It's like this ghost has come to haunt me yet again." He closes his hand on the small flower bud in his hand, crushing it. 

 It's become a little difficult for Octavia to see what he was doing. As she tries to get a closer look, she balances on the suit of armor, making it swing a little. She gasps and pulls away immediately.

The weight of her back hitting the wall causing a sound loud enough to alert Astarion, whom she can hear mutter a disguise spell. 

 He turns and she can see his eyes clearly at last. They're gorgeous, an orange hue with a reddish ring near the pupils. "I know you're there…" Astarion's voice sounds eager, threatening yet alluring, like a cat chasing a bird. 

 He stalked around the room slowly, Octavia's heart was thundering in her chest; her breathing quick and shallow. She pressed herself into the corner she was tucked in, shutting her eyes tight as he approaches her.

 "Come on, I really don't think you want to play this game with me..."

 She trembles as he stops in front of the bookshelf, her eyes open wide, they're practically face to face and somehow he doesn't react. He's just staring absentmindedly.

 Astarion takes a sharp inhale, and exhales in a shudder, his face warps into a mix of emotions. She watches as he goes through anger, confusion, fear?

 The way his whole body tensed as he glared at her, past her, it was startling. He takes another deep inhale, a wave of emotions passes through him. She watches as his chest rises and falls rapidly. His pupils are blown and he seems elsewhere. 

 The way his gaze is boring down on her makes her knees weak, all the choices she made up until this point shooting alarm bells into her limbs. "Little mouse, I've caught you." 

 Octavia gulps loudly, she feels his hand grab her arm, pulling her out of the shadows onto his chair. "Your turn now, speak." Astarion's voice was harsh and pointed. "Well?" He kept his gaze on her, his bright eyes seemed to change into a fiery hue, the orange quickly dissipating into a red shadow. 

 "I- I-" she reaches into her pocket and pulls out the silk square of fabric. "I've been meaning to return this to you, but you've been gone. I saw the door was slightly cracked open and I came in hoping to find you." Octavia glances up, the humiliation clearly on her face. "You came in so fast, I don't know what I was thinking. I didn't hear anything, I'll leave." 

 Octavia puts the handkerchief on his desk and tries to stand. Astarion puts his arm across her on the chair, pinning her to the chair. "We are not done here." He lifts her head with his hand, he's looking down at her as if he's reading her mind. "That's not all you want. Talk." She breaks away from him, the electricity from his eyes was far more intense when he was mad. 

 "I- I haven't seen you since the night of the opening, in my yard. You've been gone and you're so damn secretive when you're here. Why do you make it seem like you're so easy to talk to and trust when you're the most shut off person I have ever met?" She feels the heat from the embarrassment and annoyance growing into anger. Her body trembles with the adrenaline rushing throughout.

 "If that was all, you didn't need to be sticking your nose where it doesn't belong, and I certainly don't need you slinking around in my private office." He hisses the last words, releasing the grip on the desk he held.

 "Next time you desire to speak to me, come to me, don't decide for me. Is that clear?" His voice is grating and deep, vibrating through Octavia. She gulps and nods, her breaths hot and shallow.

 "Speak up. I'm having trouble hearing you." He calls mockingly back to their time in her garden, Octavia shakily replies "Yes." He lets out a dark chuckle "Good girl. Leave." 

 Octavia hesitates a little, she was breathing heavily, their eyes locking onto each other "Did I fucking stutter?" He glares daggers into her, she's finally able to see his whole face and gods, he's gorgeous.

 "You're- your eyes…they're beautiful. This is the first time I've seen you.." she trails off, his face starts to shift as the anger melts away. 

 Astarion and Octavia stare into each other's eyes for a few seconds, he slowly creeps closer, his fingers trailing up her neck turning her towards him again. He keeps his burning gaze on her, she's right here and he can smell the familiar perfume he picked up earlier.

 He shudders, the sweet scent is intoxicating and nostalgic. Octavia lets out a soft gasp, he's so close to her lips, their eyes stay locked on each other.

He leans in closer, ghosting his lips on hers. She takes a sharp inhale, thinking he'd close the distance. Instead, he rubs his nose on hers and whispers into her mouth,

 

"Get out before I do something we'll both regret." 

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max's gustholomule fic recs!

sharing some of my favs i've read so far to help spread the gustholomule agenda!!!!!!!!!! also these live in my brain forever...

4:02 AM by kindofsortofmaybe : GOD. if by some chance you haven't read this already what are you doing. THEYRE SO FUJCING STUPID OH MY GODDDD <3333333 the vibes are incredible can you tell im a night owl? lots of gus pining :)

Gardenias by disco_girl : WAD timeskip! THIS IS MY CANON. first kiss and relationship discussion :)

One More Ride by WoorEnergy : *slaps screen* THIS. first kiss? late night drives? STEVE? sign me TF UP!!!!!!! how many times have i read this? yes.

dozy by rt5626 : sick fic <3 they're so cute i hope they explode.

i would've followed [you] all the way to the graveyard by emsprovisions : first kiss fic!!!!! they're so silly!!! absolutely lives inside my brain.

tfw boys have shoulders by killyhawk : post-canon. title says it all. read this NOW i laughed so hard.

A Little Bit of Sunshine by multishipperofmanyfandoms : takes place during FTF. i've read this so many times i love it so much.

we grew up so well by kairoskeeper : matt and amity friendship!!!! definitely fed my brainrot. gustholomule sprinkles. the "WHO EVEN LIKES GIRLS?" lives in my brain.

Heart Covered in Honey by This_Is_My_Guest_Name : very soft!!!

Eyes On You by killyhawk : OOO KILLY THIS LORE! i live for anything exploring gus's illusion magic + bonus established gustholomule and good bf matt <3

let's give 'em something to talk about by killyhawk : killy with another banger. THE gustholomule writer ever. idiots <3 i hope they explode <3

Palisman Playdate by AssignedK9 : short and sweet!! i love this one sm (garth my beloved). focusses more on their friendship with the ship sprinkled in but their interactions are so perfect.

[marshmallowprotection]

So I suddenly been hit with a major Gardenia et tu Polaris brainrot, specifically how much I wanna spoil angel Saeran... I love love love wings in all their forms, so I would completely adore his beautiful wings, but I would be too sheepish to express it to him fully. Who knows if that's considered weird or inappropriate! I don't know how angels work nor their wings! Do they need to preen? Are they dusty in the same sense that some birds have dust on their feathers to keep them soft? So many questions... I just know that the moment he allows me to touch his wings for the first time I would be jumping up and down internally from giddiness. Catch just sitting there for a good hour just gently caressing his feathers with my fingers and whispering how beautiful I think his wings are, and how perfect they look on him, and how grateful I am for all that he did for me without even me knowing. I don't care if his wings are considered too small or not right, or whatever else he's been told. He is perfect in my eyes, and his wings are one of the loveliest things I've touched and seen

SORRY FOR THIS SAPPY DUMP I'M JUST SITTING HERE THINKING OF ANGEL SAERAN AND I HAD TO SHARE IT

He deserved to get pampered

Ever since he blinked into existence on the pearly gates of Heaven's embrace alongside his twin brother, he was always looked like as if he were created wrong. Nobody would say it in earshot of the Father but it was something Saeran understood from the beginning. His wings... they were too small.

His ability to fly was stunted, and even with a lot of time and practice, he still couldn't manage to fly without a help for long distances. Most wings are meant to be broad, long, and dense. His were clipped from the start, and barely stretched past his wrist on a good day.

He felt so ashamed of his wings... of the whispers that he was an accident, and that Saeyoung was meant to be even more beautiful... he was just a leech... who took what was meant to be Saeyoung's.

Saeyoung never let him believe that.

His brother would go as far as he could to make sure nobody ever said those words in his presence, but it didn't stop them from talking about it.

It didn't matter how far away they were from the point of their creation, people would always look at them like they were different, and he refused to let them go through it for as long as he could. It was harder when his brother got the chance to go down to Earth by himself and he was left alone. But, every time his brother came back, it felt like his insecurities faded if only for a moment. 

Many angels above him would snicker that he might not be able to return to Heaven if they abandoned him on Earth. The fear clung to him for centuries, too. Saeyoung always told him stories about how wonderful the Earth was, but being told was never the same as the chance to see it for himself. Entranced and entangled by the world, he was fortunate and cursed to have met you.

He saved your soul.

You saved his faith.

He sacrificed everything for you.

His brother destroyed his wings for it.

The downward spiral that was his angelic existence all came from the fact that he was insecure about his wings. From the very point of his creation, his wings were what drove every action and reaction from those around him. How could he not be insecure about them? How could he not be afraid to show his true self to you after everything?

It's not that you wouldn't love him, he knew, it was that you might not think more of him if you knew that he wasn't the best angel you could have loved. 

You know, in the end, there was so much going on that you didn't have the opportunity to look at him properly when his form revealed itself to you. The night of the party… You didn't have an opportunity to talk to him about everything. There was so much going on, no time to think, and yet, you were captivated by him, weren't you? 

His wings protected you... they kept you safe from the malicious plot going on all around you. How couldn't you believe him to be beautiful?

All of the loneliness you once felt... he was the one who helped the ache in your heart. He was the one who helped you when you were on your deathbed, and even though what he did for you didn't take away all the pain, it stopped you from dying and gave you the opportunity to live your life again. You gained what you thought you lost... energy and faith... even if long days left you winded and tired.

You were alive... because of a beautiful angel.

An angel with wings you could care less about being "perfect."

That's why you stand with him to this day, a smile on your face as you caress his wings with tender hands, and a peaceful bliss washes over you the longer you stay. "I love your wings, Saeran. They've protected me ever since that day. To me, they're beautiful... and I will never ever forget what it felt like to see you above me, my guardian angel. Your wings spread around us... your bright eyes... your gentle hands... that is the moment... I fell in love with the true you."

Those are the words that cling to him no matter how much he finds himself feeling insecure again. Those words stay with him no matter where he goes, and if he ever feels a sense of doubt, he knows within his heart that your love will always remind him of what really matters. It is not the size of his wings that makes him an angel, it is the size of his heart. 

That's why he takes your hand in his, helping you caress his wings with a small gasp on his lips every time he feels your pulse jump... this is humanity... in his hands... and he loves it. He loves you and what it means to be loved... even if he had to wait centuries to be with you... it was worth it.

[faulix]

red chrysanthemums, edelweiss, gardenia :3

hi. i have brainrot

🌻red chrysanthemums: how long does it take for them to say ‘i love you’?

dj cyber: as soon as he gets ahold of his feelings and he knows they're honest feelings, within days. he's really not going to mess around! i think it's due to the fact that he spent a lot of time being very roundabout on how to bring felix's memories back and acting like the villain because he really had no choice, especially considering how rumors circulated that HE killed felix. i think that after he and felix reunite and the feelings start to bloom all over again, he doesn't want to waste time anymore.

faux: you gotta pry it out of him. it's not that he's not forthcoming about his feelings, he's just got a lot he's got to hide and he's not going to risk it out of the gate.

🌻edelweiss: do their relationships tend to be more serious or casual?

it is absolutely serious for both of them. they're not going to mess around with their feelings. it's really about how felix has grown so important to them, and while they both have different ways of trying to keep him around (looks at faux who had a meltdown) they both just know they want him in their life, not a fling

🌻gardenia: would they be good at keeping a relationship secret, if needed?

i answered this for faux already so i'll do dj cyber! he is also pretty good at keeping it secret (looks at what he did over the entire game) and he will keep his mouth SHUT. he will not talk if his life depended on it

[rice-enjoyer]

Serenades and waltzes ; sparkling wine and curious glances

a/n: what happens i get a music-related brainrot, ft. my obsession with flower language. your genshin faves are dancing/waltzing with you to my absolute favourite waltzes. scenario written in keywords/phrases. today i offer you a rushed, rather goofy and non-proofread piece of writing. tomorrow? who knows! c/n is character name. i would go insane if i didn't add at least some harbingers. so many character tags, im sure i missed someone, apologies in advance! cw: fluff. gn reader. i'm heavily generalizing. flower language because it's sweet. i used this one

Antonín Dvořák: Serenade for String Orchestra in E major, Op. 22 - Tempo di Valse - Intense eye contact. Quiet laughs. Holding each other tightly. Stepping out to walk in the garden. Getting lost in the night, and the sweet smell of the blooming flowers. A night with a new moon. Stars scattered in the sky lazily. From the garden, your date gives you a gardenia, saying how they suddenly have somewhere to be. A confession? How very precious. - Kazuha, Thoma, Diluc, Kujou Sara, Mona, Ayaka.

Tchaikovsky: Valse sentimentale, Op.51, No.6 - Candlelight. Lighthearted conversations. A cold autumn evening. Soft footsteps. Gentle touches. An assortment of drinks. Transparent gloves. You are given a small bouquet of viscaria by your date, [c/n]. You smile to yourself, thinking how it compliments your outfit. You nod, accepting the polite proposal to dance with them. - Ayato, Zhongli, Tighnari, Yun Jin, Yoimiya, Jean.

Khachaturian: Masquerade - Ballet Suite - 1. Waltz - Excessive accessories. Moonlight reflects on the windows. Keeping up appearances. Hiding behind masquerade masks. Suspicious whispers. Your date tucks a single jonquil behind your ear. The sudden boldness makes you blush slightly, averting your gaze. Expect to be teased about that endlessly tonight, as they let out a breathy laugh. - Tartaglia, Pantalone, Heizou, Beidou, Yae Miko, Ningguang.

Victor Makarov: Autumn Dream - Precise and focused. Spinning until you are dizzy. Thunder roaring outside. All eyes are on you. Flowery headpieces. Understanding and even some jealous nods. Powerful voices. White stocks were given to you by a housekeeper, but you only danced with one. Why the sudden secrecy? You are amused, regardless. - Alhaitam, Il Capitano, Kaeya, Yelan, Eula, Keqing.

[gardeniabrainrot]

i love this doodle tbh,, also if you e seenthis b4 its because this was in a 4x whiteboardfox and i also uploaded it onto a 4x discord server by someone on twt

[gardeniasilly]

aufg... i lost all motivation 4 the second one and the art contest deadline is in 10 days :'(

[bokuatsuoi]

okay so I was minding my business listening to songs my parents grew up on plus some of my favs ( ayo can I get a first gen Mex/American alert) and I was like yo okay but Iwaoi bilingual kings would love these songs and then I was like wait!! They would listen to these songs and think about their own love story ✋🏽😩 so ofc I had to put it together ASAP!!! So I share with you my iwaoi brainrot playlist enjoy p.s. fellow latine haikyuu stans tell me I’m wrong!?!?!! You can’t cuz I’m right 😋

Cien Anos- Pedro Infante

First year highschool Oikawa always hangs out with Iwa. They’re best friends of course. But one day he noticed a pitter patter of his heart as he waited for Iwa to come over. He noticed how he felt butterflies and his face flush when then sat right next to each other on the couch. He noticed how his heart raced even more when their hands touched as they both reach and grabbed popcorn out of the snack bowl. When had he started feeling this way? Was it bad that he hoped Iwa felt it too?

¿Que se siente que me gustas tango?- Daniel, Me Estas Matando

In his second year Oikawa was so scared that someone would find out he was in love with his best friend. He didn’t want people to make fun of Iwa for it and he for sure didn’t want to creep Iwa out either. He was scared of thinking he could loose his best friend over something like that. None the less he was enamored buy everything Iwa did.

¿A Que Te Sabe El Cafe? - Sebastian Romero

The summer after they graduated Oikawa and Iwa would travel around different places they wanted to see through Japan. Oikawa loved waking up first because it meant he could admire Iwa as he slept watching how the sun that barely rose over the horizon started to fill the room in glorious warm tones, only making his honey toned skin look so warm and enticing. How he wished he could lay and be embraced by the man he loved. He enjoyed the afternoons where they would watched the sunsets as they walked across the beach. He wanted to do this again, but hold Iwa’s hand and talk about their future together.

Amorcito Corazon - Pedro Infante

The night of their joint going away parties Oikawa wanted nothing more than to dance with Iwa and steal a kiss from him. A kiss so that he wouldn’t regret leaving without confessing his undying love. He knew seeing him that night that he was going to love him forever and the two being hundreds of miles apart only made him want to love him more. He wanted to share a kiss to seal away his love for his best friend.

Amor de Mis Amores- Agustin Lara

Oikawa felt how his heart was heavy as he waved off his best friend, the man he was in love with. He knew this wasn’t goodbye he just regrets not confessing his love. How he wished they could have been something more than friends in the time they spent together. Iwa was his whole world, his sky, the air he breathed, the blood that coursed though his veins. How could he just let Iwa leave and expect himself to stop loving him.

Tu Enamorado- Pedro Infante

Oikawa thought it was bittersweet how he would never get to tell Iwa how much he loved him. He valued their friendship to much to tell him how he felt. He wished with all his might that he could scream it from rooftops to all of Japan. Would that be selfish of him? Would Iwaizumi feel the same way? Oikawa didn’t really feel like finding out, even if that meant he would never know Iwa loved him just as much or even maybe a tad bit more.

Piel Canela-Eydie Gorme, Los Panchos

Oikawa can’t think of anytime but Hajime. They were both busy with different routines and schedules and had to deal with a time difference, but still not one day went by without him thinking about how beautiful he was. How his honey tanned skin looked so warm and inviting and how his black eyes crinkled as he smiled and were always filled with love. He knew that he could live an eternity if it was with him.

Es Verdad- Daniel, Me Estas Matando

After years of keeping up with one another long distance Iwa decides to visit his friend in Argentina. He had freshly graduated and was ready to surprise Toru. He planned on spending a few months in a Hotel near his apartment and have Oikawa be his personal tour guide for the time being. That night while catching up out for dinner and some drinks, he confessed to Toru. How he loved him, how he’s always loved him and that was his only truth. Oikawa cried, held Iwa, and told him how much he loved him too.

Perfume de gardenias - La Sonora Santanera

It was a month into Iwas stay with Toru. It was a hot summer but the blossoming gardenias were all so pleasant, filling the evening air with such a beautiful aroma. Iwa and Oikawa had gone on a date before heading back to Oikawa place. They stopped outside on their way into Toru’s apartment complex and shared their a kiss by the blossoming gardenias. Since that day Iwas favorite flowers are gardenias because they are the flower of his love.

Sabor a mi- Eydie Gorme, Los Panchos

Hajime spent about a year living in Argentina with Toru. He loved spending everyday with him, he even was allowed to train with the volleyball team in Argentina. He didn’t want to leave his beloved, but he had been offered the job of a lifetime back home in Japan. Toru wasnt one to hold him back, he encouraged him to go and live out his dream. He would be there and love him just the same. He knew Hajime would encourage him as well, just like he did when he left to Argentina. They would be together always, nothing would stop them from loving one another now that they knew how the other felt.

Became mucho-Joao Gilberto

The night Oikawa proposed to Iwa was one that he would never forget. Iwa was stunned when Oikawa was infront of him on one knee. He felt a little silly but pulled out his own little velvet black box to show Oikawa that he was actually planning on proposing that night as well. They shared a multitude of kisses and embraced each other enjoying the glorious warmth of their love.

Contigo - German Valdes

Oikawa stared fondly at his husbands sleeping face. He never imagined himself laying beside Hajime, bodies entangled sharing warmth and love. He thought what god above had blessed him. He had to be the luckiest man on earth.

Tu y Mi Amor- Pedro Infante

Iwa and Oikawa were made for one another soulmates who’s love transcend this life time. Oikawa wished that if one day they parted ways, they would find each other in another life and love each other unconditionally again until the end.

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suitcase.!!!! ^_^

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her ^_^

i drew this on ibis instead of my usual procreate because i havent used it in a while lol

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HI GUYS!!! HI GUYS HI GUYS HI GUYS ITS FINISHED

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