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piowasthere · 6 months ago
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PIO! DRAW GEMINI GIVING LUNAR A KISS ON THE CHEEK AND MY LIFE IS YOURS!!!!
REEE-
i suppose i am now collecting souls in exchange for Lumini art mmmm, sounds fun
our poor boi getting harassed by kisses all day i don't think his processor can handle it
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i have a lot of stuff i wanna do, so 3 crappy doodles is the best i can give rn lol
also first time drawing them separately, wooo! that was not fun!
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lxvi-gloria · 29 days ago
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Drabble Prompt: Post-canon Levi, struggling with chronic pain and mourning his dead loved ones, being visited by his still alive loved ones
Anon, you knew how to talk pretty to me <3
hihi requests are still open btw
I feel like I gotta put a disclaimer or something lmao. So, the length of my drabble requests is usually something between 100-400 words. This request is just an incredibly unexpected exception. it just happened to fit into this idea I already had been thinking of, which was how the remaining 104th would ask Levi to be part of important events in their lives because well, they like the dude lmao, so expect that sort of one-shot soon. Additionally, since I kept reminding myself that this was supposed to be a drabble, I might have glossed over the chronic pain and mourning bits so I'm sorry about that ;;
that being said, 2.4k words of Levi and Gabi be upon ye <3
Now on Ao3!
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The angry hissing of the kettle makes him flinch. It brings a loud ringing to his right ear. Instinctively, he places his right hand over it, and gives his ear a couple of gentle taps; it's more of a grounding gesture, a distraction from the buzzing. He usually keeps watch over the kettle, so that he can lower the heat just right before it gets a chance to scream at him. 
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He realises then that he must have spaced out while waiting. It’s alright, he thinks. It’s been like that a lot, recently. He’s been like that. Lost in thought-- lost in time, if he allowed himself to be precise. The last days, weeks even, as the temperatures started to drop, blended into each other. There’s a little calendar on his bedside table, it had been a birthday gift from Armin – or had that been Mikasa’s? He isn’t sure, he had received an absurd number of presents from the kids last year, it had been hard to keep track of who gave him what and now the fact escaped him. Turning the pages of the little calendar, with its delicate botanical illustrations on each day, quickly became part of his morning routine, and so he was sure that time was passing at all. The stillness of the routine, he guesses, made him like this.
His vision blurs momentarily while he scoops the tea leaves into the teapot. He squints, trying to will his good eye to focus, but all he gets in return is a throb in his right eye. After putting the tea canister away, he presses the inner sides of his wrists to both eyes, placing just enough pressure to relieve the discomfort. When he opens his eyes again, he is pleased to find he can read the small print on the canister an arm’s length away. 
There’s a loud slam coming from the front of the house, followed by footsteps coming further into the house.
He quickly recognizes the heavy stomping as Gabi’s gait. She’s always been so loud.
Gabi crosses the arch into the small kitchen and dining area. 
“Don’t slam my doors,” he says as a greeting, slowly turning his head to his left side, trying to catch a glimpse of her in his periphery.
“Aye, aye,” the kid waves her hand, shoots him a teasing grin, “someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.”
Levi hums in response but doesn’t say anything else. He busies himself with placing everything they need for their morning tea and coffee on a metal tray on the counter, which Gabi takes from him as soon as it’s ready and sets it on the table.
He grabs his cane from where he had hooked it on one of the kitchen drawers. He has been leaning against the counter, his right leg supporting most of his weight all this time. He braces himself for the sharp pain that will surely surge from his bad knee, through his left hip and up his spine. Cold mornings like this one and being still in one place for long will do that to him. It’s not so bad. It could be worse.
It takes 4 steps to get from the stove to his chair, which Gabi has already pulled out for him. It sits at an angle that allows him to easily slide down on it and rest his right elbow on top of the table, leaning back and against his good side.
“I have something that will cheer you up,” she holds a couple of envelopes in her hand and waves them at him, “You’ve got mail!”
He nods at her in acknowledgement but does not take his attention away from preparing his first batch of tea of the day. There’s a ritual to it, it almost feels like, and he doesn’t want to mess it up. Not when the ringing in his ear is still there, the building pressure in the upper back part of his eyeballs, and the cold air seeping into his bones through his thick jumper. Oh, how he needs a good cup of tea right now.
While Levi waits for it to steep, he grabs the papers that she had shoved in his face, squints his eyes at the first envelope and finds that he is unable to make out much of the handwriting. He brings it closer to his face, squints harder, steals a quick glance across the table and hopes Gabi isn’t paying him any mind, too preoccupied with choosing from the bag of pastries she brought with her. It is with an impassive expression that he hands the stack of envelopes back. 
“Read it for me.” A beat and then he adds, a little reluctant: “Please.”
He knows Gabi prefers coffee in the mornings, and black tea in the evenings, so he makes sure to have a fresh brew of the former whenever he knows she’s coming over; so, with shaky hands, Levi gets to prepare her cup of coffee. While he enjoys the aroma of it, he remains faithful to tea; at first, he thought he didn’t like it because he had butchered his first attempts at brewing it. But even after Onyankopon had taught him how to do it properly and he had enjoyed his cup, it didn’t bring the same comfort as tea. It just never hit the spot.
She shoots him a mischievous grin, “Oh, you sure? What if I read something personal, hm?” 
Levi just shakes his head, scoffing at the idea of Gabi finding his junk mail fascinating.
“Is this how I find out you have a secret lover you’re exchanging raunchy love letters with?” Gabi teases, wiggling her eyebrows at him.
He lets out a tired sigh and rolls his eyes, “just wanna be done with it, ” he stirs the milk into Gabi’s coffee, which now has turned into a cup of milk with coffee. “We have a lot to prepare for tonight.”
She clicks her tongue at him, but still rips the first envelope open, “Mr. Levi, your reading won’t improve if you keep doing that,” she jokingly scolds him.
Although Levi mentally recognises handing her and Falco stuff he couldn’t be bothered reading before, that’s not the case this time. He’ll let her think that for now, though, because he doesn’t want to mention the pressure building in the back of his bad eye, it’s not important and she, a kid, doesn’t need to know his newly found ailment of the week. He can see just fine around him right now. He can see Gabi’s big eyes and playful smile at the other side of the table, and that’s good enough; smaller details, he doesn’t feel he can do them, not without making himself go dizzy with a migraine.
Levi slides the cup of coffee to her and is pleased with himself when she approves of the colour of her drink.
“It’s from Armin,” she announces as she scans the letter. 
From this angle, the soft morning light illuminating her face and thanks to his faulty vision, Gabi’s image stirs his memory. His heart faintly constricts as he is reminded of the many times Hange read their research reports to him during breakfast in the mess hall before presenting them to Erwin. Levi always wondered how they could read so fast, sometimes he even doubted they were actually reading at all, their words barely being able to catch up with her eyes; he never asked about it, maybe reading came easy to them as numbers did to him.
A high-pitched squeal from Gabi startles him, bringing him back to the here and now.
“Oh… ohh, Mr. Levi,” she starts, her smile widening by the second “This is good news!”
Gabi makes a show of clearing her throat and then starts reading “Dear Captain, I hope this letter finds you well and in good health.” 
Levi can’t help but let a sardonic huff at the irony of the greetings but doesn’t let himself be bothered by it. He has written only a handful of personal letters throughout his life, and by now he knows it’s just something you’re supposed to say because jumping straight to the point isn’t acceptable, or so that’s what he had been told. 
Gabi continues reading Armin’s words to him. For the most part, it’s a standard letter coming from him: he asks Levi how he’s dealing with the changing of the seasons, how Gabi and Falco are faring, if business at the tea shop has been good, if there’s anything Levi needs that he can’t get in town so that Armin or the others can get it for him. He tells him a little about the country he’s writing from, he even includes a photograph. Then, after the expected pleasantries, Gabi can barely hold her excitement and starts reading faster, trying so hard not to trip over her words.
“If I’m being sincere, we would prefer to ask you in person,” Gabi stops for a second to look up at him from the paper, gauging for a reaction and finding nothing, she continues. 
Armin apologises for not being able to visit him before the holidays, Annie included, and so it is implied that he won’t be attending tonight’s reunion. 
Sometime during the last five years, the Alliance brats had decided to make showing up at Levi’s doorstep together once a year a sort of custom; the first time it happened was during an early winter, a blizzard had stopped them from leaving Levi’s until the next morning. It had been a really nice evening despite the awful weather, Levi remembers, after everyone pitched in one way or another, they all shared a simple but hearty meal together. It was Connie who jokingly said they should do it every year. The following year, Onyankopon, Gabi and Falco joined them. 
This year would be their fourth, and the first someone wouldn’t make it. That fact sits heavily in Levi’s chest, stealing the spotlight from his throbbing eye.
“...Annie and I have decided to get married. The both of us would like you to officiate our ceremony!” unable to contain her excitement, she tears her eyes away from the paper and looks at Levi. “Huh?! This is good news! What’s with the constipated face?!”
That doesn’t sound right. It figures that Annie and Armin would be the first to marry; in a way, he is happy for them, they clearly care for each other. No, that part is easy to understand. Their union is logical to anyone who knows the couple. What Levi can’t figure out is why they are asking him such a thing.
He clears his throat, assumes it’s been 3 minutes and his tea is ready to be poured and so he distracts himself with that.
When he doesn’t answer Gabi, she picks up where she left off. 
He isn’t… well, he isn’t that close to either of them. He’s sure Annie must have other relatives that could step in his stead. Maybe a brother, a cousin. Even Jean or Reiner would be better options than Levi. He isn’t good with words or people like they are, he couldn’t possibly give them a speech about something foreign to him as it is that kind of love, that’s what people expect, right? His title of Captain is obsolete in this new world, so it can’t be that either. Hell, he has never been to a fucking wedding. 
Just… why him?
As expected, Armin doesn’t really go into the details of their choice but does let Levi know they do not expect a fast answer and that they do not want him to feel pressured to accept it, despite how much it would mean to them if he did. Armin asks if there’s anything in particular that he would like for his birthday, as it is a month away, and closes the letter by saying he looks forward to seeing him and everyone then.
When the letter is closed and put back into its envelope, silence falls around them. For a moment the only sound that can be heard is the clinking of tableware as Levi places the teacup back on its saucer.
It bothers him, that he knows he will be letting Armin down by refusing something that any other well-adapted person would consider an honour. But the thought of embarrassing him and himself, because he gave an awkward, most likely insensitive, speech, mortifies him. No, he can’t put them and their guests through that. He will find a way to make it up to the couple, maybe he can… he doesn’t know yet, but he will come up with something.
As he finishes his first cup, Levi realises that at some point while he was lost in thought, the ringing in his ear has subsided and now it’s back to that muffled, cotton-in-ear sensation he’s used to and he doesn’t feel his eyeball pulsating anymore. Glancing at Gabi, he notices she is trying really hard not to say something, her brow furrowed as she takes a sip of her own drink, followed by a big bite of her pastry. Flakes stick to the corner of her mouth and for once it doesn’t disgust him. Instead, it makes his lips twitch as if going into a smile.
“I can help you... if you want,” she says eventually, sounding uncharacteristically careful and small of her.
Levi quirks an eyebrow “Help? with what?” 
She shrugs, “How to… tell them you don’t want to,” she avoids looking at him for the first time, finding the flakes on her plate more interesting. She shrugs again and tilts her head to the side, a thin line of a smile appearing on her face. “...or prepare for the ceremony.”
Not unlike many times before, Gabi’s words render him speechless, if only for a moment. He spares his tea a glance and he thinks: it’s bold of her to be so upfront about offering her help to him, and had it been any other morning, one where he couldn’t think past the constant ache in his body, he would’ve chewed her head off for simply trying to help him because he himself doesn’t know how to accept that kindness.
This kid is trying her best and he can’t help but feel somewhat proud of that.
“You have shit on your face. Here,” he points to where the flakes would sit on his own face and picks his refilled teacup back up.
Gabi quickly wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, getting most of the flakes off. Levi gives her a thumbs-up with his free hand.
“I’ll think about it,” he finally concedes and tries to ignore the little happy dance she does in her seat.
This time, when the amber liquid touches his lips, it’s remarkably sweeter than before.
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kindahoping4forever · 11 months ago
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Two worlds collided and they could never, ever tear us apart
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eikichi-supremacy · 29 days ago
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crying myself to sleep im so sorry they cut you out atsuko they couldn't handle the cunt you were serving im so sorry but i know i saw you cheer on your son during the dark tourney i saw you hold onto a dying puu i was there i know
#like do i understand atsuko slander ofc yeah she's a shitty neglectful mom#but i love her sooooo much you have to understand#and you miss out on sm if you didn't read the manga cos for some reason she was basically ejected from the anime#considering yyh isn't exactly fuckin feminist im so grateful for the main girls they do have#then again they're all done incredibly dirty all the time#if i start on keiko I'll never stop don't piss me offfffff this media didn't deserve her let alone yusuke of all mfs#shizuru i love you smmmm yyh should've been about you instead#atsuko who doomed her child because how can one learn to love himself when his mother only practiced self loathing#atsuko who im giving the world's sweetest smooch to because you were only 14#you could've given up but you stayed and you did it and you did it BAD. you did it bad and you love that you did#i cant even talk about yukina cos yeah. me when i introduce a character that has complex relationships with other ppl#but i refuse to give her agency and personality and depth#fuck man. botan really did get the lion's share of screen time#do you have any idea how stoked i am that botan exists#main cast NO OFFICIAL LOVE INTEREST just chilling#no stupid ass love triangle she genuinely just doesn't seem interested in men i LOVE HERRRRRRR#botan hit yusuke with your oar again i wasn't recording the first time <3 love her ough#but yeah once i write that spirit detective shizuru au it's over for you bitches#yu yu hakusho#head in my hands atsuko marry meeeeee i promise i wont try to fix you (lie)
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mo-ok · 5 months ago
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30 Sentai Encyclopedia
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juliannos · 10 days ago
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every time I see these kinds of arguments about "trans-ing" tomboys (i.e. the dumb idea that "society is trying to turn tomboys/masculine women into transmen") I can't help but think "these people you've allied yourself with also hate YOU." The people who hate trans people also hate women who do not fit into THEIR idea of what a women should be.
If you don't have empathy, at least have some measure of self-preservation to not give those who hate you the power to hurt you.
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fisheito · 10 months ago
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It's not fair that omusubi818 is so far away How am i supposed to throw my entire life savings at them
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melloneah · 2 months ago
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RAHHHHH FOUND AN OLD DRAFT FOR A FIC I STARTED N IT BANGS WHY DID I ABANDON IT
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mokeonn · 1 year ago
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pics? pics of poetry for the soul?
Here she is, in all her glory: Bhaal's pinkest disappointment
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and a bonus: The original doodle I did on a sticky tab before I decided to make the character
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#simon says#bg3#bg3 screenshots#art#my art#doodle#still on the hunt for pink dye#also when we reach the city I am going to go CRAZY in those clothes shops#none of the screenshots show the nightmare dye jobs of everyone else's armor though#okay well the only nightmare one is Astarion because I have yet to find a good color for him so he's constantly wearing ugly colors#another reason he dislikes Poetry added to the list: dyed his armor yellow multiple times#also she plays the lyre because the item description says worshipers of the goddess of love associate it with her#and her name was SO close to being a love related name#also she totally smooched Wyll :3#she is head over heels for the blade of frontiers and gets lots of fun dialog because she's also a warlock#im VERY excited to get to the circus bc apparently fae patrons REALLY wanna go in the circus and will let you use their voice to get in#also yes I did the volo eye thing and shockingly enough it was the first time I ever did it#most of my characters are not dumb enough to let him do that but I needed the benefit for honor mode#honestly I've been wanting to make a pink tiefling for a bit because like... look at her#she's just a regular Asmodeus tiefling too. they come in pink! i didn't even have to use the 'use all skin tones' box it's just available!#honestly making a fun colored tiefling is grand#I think her and Fizzlewood Fleetfoot (my halfling wild sorcerer) are my favorites at the moment#Poetry is just so adorable and I'm absolutely using her to get that achievement for getting lots of gold by playing music in a single game#and Fizzlewood is so silly he's just a nice lil guy wanting to find fun ways out of combat#it's even funnier because Fizzlewood is my Karlak romance and that was by accident but I totally went with it because like...#6 foot something hot hot barbarian and her 3 foot something combat avoidant boyfriend is so fun#anyways highly suggest making a fun colored tiefling or a halfling they're so fun to play#and use the dyes!!! i love using dyes so much!! everyone gets dyed clothes in all my playthroughs!! dye it up!!!#edit: I mispelled Karlach im so sorry baby girl
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deceptive-daydreams · 1 year ago
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please know that every comment and reblog on smoke signals makes me so so so so emotional and happy. i put my soul into this series and its probably the first one i will finish and im so grateful for the positive feedback i've received on it
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stinkrascal · 1 year ago
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i swear to god bg3 wants me to become a mind flayer so bad bc i had to reload my save twice last night bc i got turned into a mind flayer mid battle and the whole game ended at one point, and then when i realized why that happened and fixed it, i was turned into a half illithid and had to reload my save again bc i dont wanna be one! like baldurs gate wtf let me live 😭
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kuroosdarling · 2 years ago
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going to be archiving a lot of my fics and cleaning up my masterlists later so i might make a lil tag or post to keep them safe somewhere <3 will add it to my tags soon!
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yuukimiyas · 2 years ago
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sobs i was out way longer than i wanted to be today ૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ฅ ₎ა my bestie & i saw fireworks w friends which was fun!! but leaving the place was literal hell omg i’m just now getting home so late bc it took so long ₍ᐢ ›̥̥̥ ༝ ‹̥̥̥ ᐢ₎
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bleuberrygliscor · 2 years ago
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its something about the misuse and mistreatment of robotics and ai that just gets me going every time.
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tetsuskei · 2 months ago
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“have you thought about what you want to do for your birthday?” his sudden question draws you from your concentration on your tablet, idlely playing some fighting style gacha game you’d downloaded thanks to a friend’s recommendation.
you quirk a brow, a little confused by childe. either he was genuinely asking or he was trying to make conversation. at this point, your birthday is months away - hell, his birthday has barely passed so where did this come from? when you lift your eyes from your tablet to the ginger, you find that his striking blue eyes are already on you.
“where’s this coming from?�� you mumble out into the still air that fills the apartment and not long after, childe shrugs and breaks the tension with a small, warm laugh that you can’t help that smile at. he really is unpredictable sometimes but you’d seen that coming a long time ago.
“mmh, no reason at all,” he grins but there’s a mischievous sparkle in those ocean-like eyes that you don’t fail to notice as he wraps an arm around your shoulders and pulls you into his side, “how’s the game?”
“it’s good, i like the character designs…” your voice trails off not long after you start talking. you begin to genuinely think about childe’s question; what did you want to do for your birthday? you hadn’t really given it much thought. after all, aren’t birthdays kinda repetitive?
ah, well. i guess you’ll have to tell him another day, there’s plenty of time.
that time passes quick and childe doesn’t mention your upcoming birthday anymore. a nagging feeling in your chest tries to convince you that he’d potentially forgot about it but you knew that couldn’t be further from the truth. childe was so observant in everything and everyone, it was hard to get anything by him even if he acts coy.
babysitting teucer had become a regular routine for the pair of you ages ago. with his parents working and his siblings fighting their footing academically, childe was more than willing to spend twenty-four hours with his youngest brother and when you see those sparkling blue eyes resemblant of a taller, slightly cockier ginger, you can’t say no either.
“big sis risu!” teucer exclaims, a wooden toy in his hand. it’s some kind of machine from a kids show that was mainstream at the moment, being childless meant you hadn’t really given the kids shows these days much thought. your memory only serves you to remember what you grew up watching anyways. god that was a long time ago, almost twenty-three years now.
you’re snapped back to reality by the young boy’s excited grin. he’s always been happy to see you. he says that you make ajax happy and you really hope that’s true. the man himself knows it’s true, the reality of his little brother’s words when he sees you kneel to meet eyes with teucer, that beautiful smile on your face and the warmest of personalities.
tick tock, tick tock. every second matters and childe hasn’t stopped watching this damn clock. it’s the eighth of november and he’d finally convinced you to take a long hot bath - courtesy of himself, of course. he’d shower you in affection to the last second, from running the bath to adding bubbles and lighting candles.
you’d muse in telling him that your birthday was almost an hour away. he’d reassure you that this bath was to keep you awake until midnight, like you’d both promised each other. in the time you’d been in the bath trying not to prune your skin, childe had pulled every arm and leg decorating your shared apartment.
these months had been meticulous, full of planning and secrecy that childe had struggled to keep underwraps. there was an itinerary for the ninth of november, one he was going to be particular about following to every last detail; the breakfast at your favourite café, a walk in the park with teucer (he’d begged and childe couldn’t resist,) lunch wherever you wanted and your choice of what you want to do in the afternoon. so long as he could get you to a high vantage point but sundown, letting him see you in a golden glow that displays just how ethereal he sees you as daily.
it’s midnight by the time you sneak back out of the bedroom in one of his shirts. sneaky, he thinks with a grin on his face he can’t conceal. even now, blue eyes trace every detail, freckle, spot, flaw and crevice of your body and drinks it into memory.
“happy birthday, baby.” his arms open wide, welcoming you into his chest as you come closer and allow him to wrap them tight around you. he breathes in the familiar scent of your hair products, you’re engulfed in his cologne and the faint smell of the dinner you’d had earlier.
twenty-three years of you existing on this earth, huh? childe could almost choke up at how much you’d grown as a woman since you’d got together. he intended to see even more, until his last dying breath.
— and finally, happy birthday to my darling risu. i hope this day is everything you ask for and more and if not, i’ll be sure to make sure next year is even better. have a fantastic day, angel. lots of love, mother ana ♡
me after reading this:
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daughterhouse · 3 months ago
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laying in bed with megumi, your head resting on his chest as you watch him scroll through his phone. every now and then he will scroll past a video he wants to watch and you'll bug him until he scrolls back up so you can see it—mostly all the cat videos that he gets on his explore page now that you're always sending them to him.
but he keeps shifting, almost like he's uncomfortable. and because you don't want to hurt him with your weight on top of him, when he shifts for the fifth time in less than ten minutes, you pop your chin up on his chest and look at him.
"am i too heavy?" you ask, and megumi furrows his eyebrows.
"what? no."
"you keep moving. are you uncomfy? is it because of—"
megumi shuts you up with the roll of his eyes. his jaw ticks in the way it does when he's biting his words back, and he looks up at the roof. with each breath he takes, you can feel his heart thrum in his chest just a little bit faster.
"i just... like being close to you, is all. and i don't know how to ask for what i want."
you prop yourself up a little and swing your leg over megumi to straddle his waist. his hands instinctively find your waist, and you're brushing his spiky hair up and off his forehead before pressing a gentle kiss to it.
"wha—"
"that's what you want, right?" you wiggle your eyebrows, peppering kisses over his cheeks, nose, jaw, chin... "to be kissed so much you can't breathe!"
you attack megumi with so many kisses that his attempts to push you off him become futile, and he's left to scrunch up his nose and take the brunt of your desire to smooch. he grumbles, acts like he was going to ask to go get food or something, but you catch the way his cheeks flush and he starts to laugh alongside you.
you really need to teach that boy how to ask for a kiss.
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