#let me hug my mutuals dang it >:[

[quodekash]

I HAVE ICE TEA, TIME FOR EPISODE 2 im so scared

iMMEDIATE winnysatang. i love them but i genuinely dont understand why it couldnt be seanmaitee.

im gonna rewatch simm after this and write an essay about why seanmaitee should be together, just in case theres anyone who doesnt believe me

i have so many mixed emotions rn

i love them both so much

and there's no hatred towards them at all because theyre just the actors, not the ones in charge

and i do love winnysatang and i love the chemistry they have with each other

and theyre both so pretty

and bc theyre the same actors they make me think of soundwin and soundwin make me infinitely happy

but theyre not soundwin, theyre sean and nay

and sean is desperately in love with maithee, he has been for the entire series

and, as far as we know, in canon, sean and nay have literally never interacted so why are they suddenly sticking to each others sides??? why isnt sean sticking to maitee's side?? he's always at maitee's side, always has his arm around him, always looking at him. why did his character suddenly have to change once msp came out, just for winnysatang fanservice??

is this neurodivergent backpack-holding i see here?

"i told you to wear warm clothes" "well i wanted you to hug me more" NO YOU DONT UNDERSTAND, THATS SO STINKING CUTE

bro theyre so in love

theyre so in love

how are they so in love

i love them

wait a sec (lmao win/nay in that screenshot looks great)

dont tell me naysean are gonna share a tent

that doesnt make sense even without considering the ships

sean and maitee are clearly the bestest of friends

even if you were to argue that the constant arms around each other is entirely platonic, it feels a lot like a close-friends-been-close-forever-dont-want-to-let-go-and-lose-you kinda thing, so wouldnt you expect them to share a tent?????

idk man

sean captaincy reigns supreme

dang it

GOSH DARNNIT PART OF ME KINDA LIKES THE NAYSEAN

going from two people who barely know each other because of a mutual friend and then they meet for the first time and theres like immediate attraction and yadda yadda storyline

i still think i prefer seanmaithee tho

hmm

perhaps nayseanmaitee

then everyone's happy

how is he so pretty

and gender

gimme the gender pls

i want it

seriously, the GENDER ON THIS MAN

THE WAY HE DOES THE GENDER

...okay im starting to believe the naysean storyline

but i still want seanmaitheeeeeee

nayseanmaitee is still a strong contender tho

sean, honey, you're not subtle

"i love him even more, every day" kluen, i love you so much. he's so whipped. hes so in love. it makes me the happy

I CANT EXPLAIN IT, BUT KLUEN'S OBNOXIOUS (not in a bad way) AND UNAPOLOGETIC LOVE FOR NUEA IS SO FREAKING SWEET AND WONDERFUL AND INCREDIBLE AND I LOVE HIM SO SO SO SO SO MUCH

"or i might have been with someone new already" "then id be happy for you that you found good love" "that means you must be happy for me now" "why?" "because i found my very good love already" GI3U4EJRBGJKREBDGKHRE

LITLE KISSE

THEY DO THE LITLE KISSE

HAPPY

HAPPY LITLE KISSE

MAKE ME THE HAPPY

NOT LITLE KISSE

LONGE KISSE

LONGE KISSE HAPPY

MAKE ME THE HAPPY

what im tryna say is i love them

"i dont like spaghetti" exCUSE ME MAITHEE?? I PICCOLI ITALIANI CHE ABITANO NEL MIO CERVELLO SONO FURIOSI

PERCHÉ NON TI PIACE GLI SPAGHETTI??

É MERAVIGLIOSO

VAFFANCULO

TI VOGLIO BENE, MA NON MI PIACI AL MOMENTO

"when did you guys stop fighting" che???? what do you mean by that?? what happened between them??????? ANSWERS PLS

omg this started like 40 minutes ago. ive only just finished 1/4. what the hell is wrong with me

nuea and kluen are so freaking in love i love it what the hell

"sean, go wake them up" OH NO, SEAN'S CAPTAINCY OF THE SHIP HAS FINALLY TURNED TO A CURSE

NOT LIKE THIS, MY FRIEND

TRUST ME GUYS, YOU DO NOT WANNA OPEN THAT TENT

lmao they pushed it onto phoon, nice

BVRHKDBFGHJR THIS IS SO FUNNY

i was pretty sure they were awake already (how the hell could one person sleep through the racket those guys were making. even if one of them slept through that, the other would like poke them and say 'we gotta wake up'

iS PRINCE THERE???

PLS

I WANNA SEE PRINCEFAH

GOSH FREAKING DARNNIT

altho the way that thats worded it sounds like he died lmao

lmao nuea and kluen just left them

PHOON LEFT TOO

NAYSEANMAITEE???

dang it just naysean

NUEAKLUEN AND NAYSEANMAITHEE

i refuse to give up on this dream

seanmaitee get together or i. die.

MINPHOOOOOOOON i love them so much

i love nuea and phoon's friendship its so wholesome and pure

everything in this show is so pure

i love it

NO WHY AM I SMILING

ITS BC I LOVE WINNYSATANG

GOSH DARNNIT IM SUPPOSED TO BE ONE OF THE BIGGEST SEANMAITHEE ADVOCATES WHY AM I FALLING INTO THE TRAP

ITS BC WINNYSATANG (and thereby soundwin) AND ITS ALSO BC NAYSEANMAITEE

THAT IS ALL

nueakluen are so in love i love them

how many times have i said that today

probably too many

its fine

oH MY GOSH

CHE CAVOLO

IM DYING

IM FREAKING DYING

A SUNFLOWER RING???

i think im gonna cry

no thats a lie

i know im gonna cry, for sure

WHAT THE HELLLLLL

THIS IS SO FREAKING SWEET

HES SO DRAMATIC

IN THE BEST WAY

I LOVE HIM

HE DID LITTLE GRABBY HANDS GHRBGHBHR

just like me with his gender

*grabby hands* gimme

"THERES A SUNFLOWER AND A STAR" I CANT WITH THEM

BROOOOOOO

"what are you talking about" nuea, it was pretty clear. i think he just proposed to you. or like some kind of statement like 'we're absolutely getting married, that's happening'

i think theyve had a conversation about this in the past. idk if it happened in canon (i dont think it did?????) but it feels like theyve had The Marriage Conversation before

same

LITLE KISSE

lift and walk back into their room lmao

captain is disappointed in his crew

"nuea, ive been rooting for you since high school" nay was the one tending at the docks or whatever and then the ship started sailing and the only one on the boat was sean and he was like 'ah shoot i better figure out how to make a ship not sink now'

i think im getting lost in the metaphor

what im tryna say is even tho nay's been there since high school, sean is still the captain

"should we jsut go to their room?" "let's go" GUYS WAIT NO-

THIS IS MAKING ME HAPPIER THAN I CAN POSSIBLY EXPRESS

MY BOYS

THEYRE FINALLY HAPPY

THEY FINALLY FIGURED IT OUT

THEYRE IN LOVE AND THEYRE HAPPY AND THEYRE TOGETHER AND SOMEONE HELP ME IM GOING TO EXPLODE

LONGE KISSE

HAPPY LONGE KISSE

I HAVE THE HAPPY

THAT'S WHAT WE MUST LEARN

WHETHER ITS SAD OR HAPPY

LET IT HAPPEN NATURALLY

WE MIGHT NEED DESTINY, WE MIGHT NEED TO SAY A PRAYER, WE MIGHT NEED TIME, I STILL NEED TO DISCOVER

LOVE MENTIONED IN A SONG, LET IT PLAY, ONE DAY WE'LL KNOW, JUST LET IT GROW

sorry the msp brainrot is too strong

THE FREAKING FLASHBACKS WHAT THE HELL

THAT WAS WONDERFUL

FREAKING INCREDIBLE

okay now i need to prepare myself for the eclipse preview

goodness gracious im not gonna be okay

im already Not At All Okay, but its gonna be worse in a sec

sorry i just need to take some deep breaths

aaaaaaaaaaaa

okay im ready

(im not ready but i have to watch this)

oh holy hell im already about to have a breakdown

theyre on bikes

they have HATS with the SYMBOL on them

I WANT THOSE HATS

THEYRE STARING AT EACH OTHER INTENTLY

THEYRE SO FREAKING IN LOVE

THEYRE KISSING

akk's waking up from a dream

"are you up, shortstop" HANG ON DID THEY SWITCH THE NICKNAMES????

"shortstop my *ss. you're shortstop" THATS WHAT I SAID

oh nooooo pls dont do a wat/sani thing, pls

do wat/namo

i want puwin's characters to be happy and gay

and sani is a teacher

its problematic

i mean it could be worse but i dont like it

OMG KAN STARING AT THUA

"i thought you wouldnt come" UM FLASHBACKS FROM THAT LINE??? JEEZ THAT SCARED ME

omg cowboy hats

cowboys

i love them

help

im not good

help help

my boys

THEY KISSE

HEEEEEELLLLLPPPP

THOSE LIKE 30 SECONDS ARE GONNA MAKE ME CRY HARDER THAN THE FREAKING SUNFLOWER RING

im rewatching that every single day

help

NEXT WEEK

THEYRE COMING BACK NEXT WEEK

IDK WHAT TO DO WITH MY ARMS AND HANDS

I HAVE TO KEEP TAKING THEM AWAY FROM MY KEYBOARD TO STIM

HELP

AKKAYAN ARE COMING BACK

AND SO ARE THUAKAN

AND IM GONNA GET TO SEE MY WIFE AGAIN

AND THE COMFORT CHARACTER THAT IS WAT

AND THE COMFORT CHARACTER THAT IS KAN

AND THE COMFORT CHARACTER THAT IS THUA

AND THE COMFORT CHARACTER THAT IS SANI AKA MY WIFE

AND THE COMFORT CHARACTER THAT IS AKK

AND THE COMFORT CHARACTER THAT IS AYE

WOAH BIG SURPRISE THEYRE ALL MY COMFORT CHARACTERS BECAUSE ITS MY COMFORT SHOW

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[stormyoceans]

vv brainrot continuation:

Day's performance like Talay's performance in the association after returning to their universe

Inserting meaningful flashbacks from their past reminded me of the flashbacks in our skyy

In all universes, we will embarrass and flirt with each other in the bookstore

plugging your mouth with your index finger (somewhere this is done Puen with Talay in the cinema at the premiere of the film)

Groping the six-pack (where is my favorite scene of Oishi in episode 8, when they were playing reflectance)

A song from Vice Versa while eating a cake (Monica, tell me that you also thought it would be a nomnom, I don't want to be the only creepy)

Look at the pre-wedding photos on the screen (I'm marrying a colorist hello)

This whole situation with Day saying that Mork needs to fly back again sends me to Talay telling Puen to communicate with Pang, and he says that they need to split up and look for their portkey

When Day asks Mork to give them a second chance to start over, I got Talay's vibes, who confesses his love to Puen on the bus. and their hugs are hugs in a glasshouse (ai dang).

The narration on behalf of Day reminds of Talay's summing up at the end (Sea needs to record audiobooks, he has such a pleasant timbre) Mork and Day arrived at the grave. Do you think Puen brought Talay to his parents' grave and told them not to worry and he has Talay who will take care of him? I'm so cry

Okay, Night, forcing baby Me to eat, this is Talay and Jigsaw

A mountain is a lake. It always has been and always will be. Mork and Jimmy are both so annoying. You fell in love first, calm down already.

The last minutes of the mountain is completely a scene on the beach in our skyy. Well, Monica, thank you for sharing this journey through brainrot with me. I've been happy to yell on your blog since only friends and feel like it's mutual and I'm not yelling alone. idk when we'll meet again. maybe in an the trainee or at 23.5, or maybe in the second half of the year, when js joint series (manifestation) will be released, or maybe we'll meet in a series from another TV company. in any case, I'm not saying goodbye to you, I'm sure that the brainrot of Vice Versa will continue in other series, because she is the queen and everyone should know the progenitor of romance by sight, and all her chips wander into other series, let them not talk about it out loud.

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Your very pink Pinkybrain 💕

my dearest pinkybrain 🩷💜💙🩷

i wanted to wait until i felt a bit better about the ending of last twilight before answering you, because i sadly gotta admit that my personal disappointment prevented me from catching most of brainrot, but that might take me a while and i didn't want to keep you hanging for too long

i apologize if i can't scream too much with you this time, but also i want to take this chance to thank you from the bottom of my heart for the past months. since we've started the vv brainrot back during only friends, your messages have been such a big source of joy for me and i was looking forward to them as much as i was looking forward to the episodes themselves. this time too, regardless of how i feel about the episode, getting your message and reading all the parallels you were able to catch made me smile a whole lot (DON'T WORRY I THOUGHT THE CAKE SCENE WOULD END UP IN A NOMNOM MOMENT TOO. THAT OR A SMEARING EACH OTHER'S CHEEK WITH CAKE AND THEN CLEANING IT UP AND MORK SAYING THAT IF THEY WERE AT HOME HE'D EAT IT RIGHT FROM DAY'S FACE SCENE)

i hope we'll be able to meet each other and keep screaming about vice versa together very soon. i love you, pinkybrain 🩷

[pancaketuesday]

so ding dang grateful for my partner's friend/now our mutual friend who is way cooler and sweeter (i'll call the cool one jimathan) than my partner's other friend that we lived w for a year (i'll call him tomathy).

i just was reminded of the contrast this weekend we went to lunch w tomathy who came down to visit. i almost never feel fully comfortable w him despite being roommates for a year. for some reason he has this thing where a lot of ppl think he doesn't like them bc his attention is so obviously selective. in my case sometimes i'll say something about my life and when its his turn to talk he'll go on a complete other subject or not reply. he otherwise is a normal funny person but he's just not very warm.

jimathan is way easier to be around and actively shows he cares what i'm saying. even noticeably letting me speak if he thinks he's interrupting me and we get along and are goofy w each other. recently we got into a political convo and i stood my ground gently about something and he said his part but def seemed quiet after. but then a bit after he came up and hugged me and said 'you're right you're right!' and made sure we were cool. not that i'm just trying to be right but it was nice to to know he cared we were on good terms and not afraid to concede points about things.

idk it just feels good to be living closer to jimathan than tomathy. i sometimes think i should just stop acting as if i even like tomathy and be the basic amt of politeness but it feels easier to go w it all.

[inklore]

12k FOLLOWERS?!?! WHAT?!???!!

i forgot to make a post about it because i’ve been so dang busy. but to everyone who follows me and has been mutuals with me since the beginning and everyone whose stuck around through so many hyperfixations and fandoms and dramas and what have you: thank you so much!

i remember taking months to actually be active on here when i first made this little blog and it’s grown so big i can barley believe it, let alone understand it. so to see so many of you still here, continuing to follow me, read my stuff, talk to me, become close friends, it makes my heart so full and i’m so happy to have this opportunity to be a part of this community 💖💗

i’m thankful for every like, comment, reblog, ask, message, compliment, i could go on but i just want to make it a point of me screaming at y’all with gratefulness and that i wouldn’t enjoy my time here without all of you.

i don’t think i’ll do a celebration just yet since i’m still working on kinktober and some other things, so let this post be the little celebratory thing and just know i’m giving all of you a big bear hug <33

[hwaightme]

Nadia you have no idea what level of serotonin boost you are giving me with this but I have hopped over the entire universe multiple times right now because I am so dang giddy omg ;~;

So elated that you found the introduction immersive!! ;~; After much listening to some jazz playlists and my favourite tunes, I was drawn to trying to depict what the finale of a tiring day could be when, after sundown, the sun of your own life was soon to rise~ While imagining the late hour, I had Round Midnight stuck in my head (absolutely adore Ella Fitzgerald's version <33)

Not jazzist San dedicating every song, every performance to mc~ in my mind, GH!San wants to metaphorically combine hearts together, he falls hard, loves hard, and like hell will he ever let go. So all of the little details, the tiny reactions would make him fall in love again and again <3

Aaahh!! I am so so happy you liked the dialogue and the banter in this ksdfjsd~~ In my mind some of the closest relationships are those where you can be best friends with your partner, and feel comfortable speaking in whatever way because there are healthy boundaries, deep knowledges of one another's habits, and generally this connection <3

And now for the smut~~ Genuinely so elated that you enjoyed it <3 In a way, I had set myself on a mission to write what 'lovemaking' could be; how, and in what way could intimacy be depicted, where it is not just a physical connection, but something on a soul level.

PLEASE I WILL SOB RIGHT NOW ON THE SPOT ;~; HERE ALL THE HUGS FOR YOU PLEASE ACCEPT THEM ALL OF THEM AT ONCE <33333333 ;~; There is something special about open discussion of the future, which is then supported by concrete steps that those in the relationship take. Devotion, commitment, mutual growth... all infinitely precious, all being the evolution of love.

I am so happy that you liked this piece so much <3 It was a really exciting work for me to write, so I am basically glowing as I am reading and rereading your kind words. This means the world and more to me, thank you from the bottom of my heart, my love <333

Much love <3

Golden hour

THIS IS 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI FOR MOUNT'S SAKE (nsfw tags under the cut) (masterlist) (join taglist)

🟡 pairing: bf!san x fem!reader 🟡 genre: smut, pwp, a lot of fluff, established relationship 🟡 summary: in the busy urban jungle, one fateful night at a jazz bar, choi san met his angel of light. from then on, each moment is a breathtaking golden hour, your love a wondrous duet. 🟡 wordcount: 6.5k 🟡 warnings/tags: loving bf san, jazzman!san, you are the apple of his eye, trumpet player, two lovebirds making it in the big city, discussion of marriage, discussion of planning for the future, yes he wants a future with you, late night coffee, being goofy, lots of hugs+heart eyes, lmk if I missed anything! 🟡 a/n: presently in the middle of being a san appreciator and listening to a lot of jazz, which resulted in quite a few song references being interlaced in this ahah; thank you so much for your support, any reblogs, comments, thoughts always appreciated!~

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🟡 nsfw tags: switch!san/the softest dom!san, switch!reader, the sheer volume of pet name use (sweetheart, darlin', love, angel, my light, my sun...), slight(?) hints at exhibitionism, light nipple play, lovebites/hickeys (giving/receiving), fingering, oral (f!recieving), handjob, hugging during sex, slow and steady, multiple orgasms, cockwarming, riding, unprotected sex (wrap that before you tap that pls), cum inside, soft and gentle aftercare

Enchanted by the ghostly wisps of steam rising from the cooling rich mahogany brew, twirling into the barren nightscape until they were nothing more than echoes of a magical breath, you waited. You were tired of conversing with the shadow stretched before you,  from the sun-like lamp light rays that hopped from the window at the top of the stairs all the way down. So you sat there, between the fourth and the fifth floors of your apartment complex, studying the circular holes in the steps that had become your rocking chair for reminiscing. At nights like these, you took things slow, and let yourself sink into an intimate fragility. Only you and the remnants of a busy late night shift. The hair and skin, which even after bathing seemed to cling onto most, if not the entire bouquet of aromas from the bar; the hands, still bearing the traces of coolness from having heaped buckets of ice into overpriced drinks; the faded eyeshadow, the lipstick - most of it transferred to the mug of coffee, steadily approaching lukewarm, cradled in your hands. Habitually, you traced its rim, feeling for the chip in the ceramic that it sported like a scar, after you had accidentally dropped it on the counter. Its presence was grounding. A reminder that you existed in a world beyond the endless cycles. That sometimes, the unpredictable could happen to you too.

You found companionship in the fluorescent light perched above a sign that attempted, but failed to remind the locals not to litter, and the miniature exhibition of waste backs collected right below it. This scene, viewed from so many metres above, was almost poetic. It was endearing seeing the last hints of humour that your neighbours managed to retain despite the bleakness of the complex and its surroundings. Windows facing brick walls and going grey from smog, a cacophonic roar drilling into the ear drums from the ceaseless chatter of clubbers and late night diners ambling down the nearby wonders of nightlife. The flickering, leaking neon signs above business either long-closed for the day, or just beginning to awaken were practically pitiful, and yet, you could not help but feel a twinge of sentimentality when your mind traversed the area, reminding you of any changes you had spotted, new faces, new flyers; these were the only things that, without fail, would greet you as you walked back home in your midday, another’s time for deepest slumber. Perhaps one would think you were alone or lonely in this hour, remaining out of dreamland solely to tomorrow’s disillusionment. But to anyone who would dare propose something so ridiculous, one look at the smile that graced your lips as soon as you spotted a familiar figure making its way down the courtyard, and stopping to wave at you - knowing full well that you were sat at the stairwell, would be enough to cut any argument at its root. While he was not someone who you came home to often, despite you having lived together for what was about to be a year, Choi San was the music that soothed your soul, the sweetest song, the melody of your heart. He was there for you, and you were there for him. Even if that meant turning into a nocturnal creature, conversing aimlessly with a cuppa into the early hours.

You closed your eyes and counted his steps. Both of you had made it something of a routine to avoid the main entrance. Initially it had been as a joke and as a means to flee from the permanently vexed madam in her seventies who lived on the ground floor, shrill voice and a shivering, bitey pooch cooped up and cradled like baby; she had seen the two of you in states deemed dissatisfying in her view, and as such had turned into a guardian of the complex. A guardian from two young fools who lived to the fullest. In an adoring duet, you had found paths to your comfort, and soon enough, the emergency stairs were an ascension to your palace - shared paradise spanning a couple of rooms. 

San’s resolved, confident steps as he made his way up the stairwell, skipping the second, avoiding the worn down centre of the step between the first and second floors; it was so worn down, in fact, that on some nights when the moon caught this side of the building just right, it was like a fallen star. You grinned to yourself as you recalled this theory. That star worked hard on giving you your wish; the wish whose slicked back, jet black locks you could already detail in your line of sight. As he made the last turn, you gripped your mug tighter; somehow, even after years of knowing this man, of loving this man, San never failed to ignite the warmest, cosiest flame within your soul. The home you had dreamed of, found not in four walls, but in this gentleman, who was now standing before you, hand outstretched and a gentle smile on his face. You graciously accepted the assistance, and let yourself be lifted off the ground with a light pull, to come face to face with your boyfriend. Your precious, funny valentine, with a heart of gold.

“Hey, darlin’, now, I told you the gig was gonna run ‘til late, why’re you up? And with your coffee?” he drawled as he searched for a place to put the case for the second most precious aspect of his life: his trumpet, settling on a nook closer to the inner railing - protected on all sides from a fall. You hummed, and took another cautious sip, studying the man before you.

Despite having woken up at the crack of dawn to walk you to your second job before commuting to his own, there was still that inextinguishable glint in his magnificent dark eyes. Feeling your gaze on him, San rolled his shoulders back, as though he had not a hint of weariness in his muscles, accidentally forcing one side of his favourite jacket, a vintage brown piece made of corduroy, to slip and commence its slow climb down his upper arm. Sighing, you twisted to set your cup aside on one of the stair steps, and made a move to fix it back in place, ignoring the way in which San's hands rapidly snaked to your waist.

"Mm, missed you Sannie." You responded, smoothing the non-existent creases on the black t-shirt he was wearing underneath, your touches lingering as if you had not rested your form on his chest thousands of times, each occasion imprinted in your memory for as long as there was music.

"I missed you more, Y/N…” his eyes darted a couple of times to your hands, only to slowly rise, and focus on the black top that you had chosen to change into after your workday. San exhaled, amused as he imagined you waddling around the apartment wrapped up in that fleece towel you liked, ready to raid the wardrobes. Taking the very edge at the base of the article between his thumb and index finger , he toyed with it, and stated as a matter of factly: “I can see you're stealing my shirts again."

"Well… I can take it off…" you trailed off, moving to undo the very top button, stifling a giggle as San instantly dropped his act and pinched the collar together. He shook his head, gaze glossed over, unreadable. His other hand inched a little closer to your hip, sliding down - a barely noticeable change, but it nevertheless sent sparks across your skin and left you struggling to breathe.

"Uh-uh, that's for my eyes only. Can't have you flaunting something priceless for the whole block." tugging on the shirt, he guided you into his arms and wrapped himself around you, taking in the smell of home. The aroma of his gift that was today, the promise that was tomorrow, and the dream that was the symphonies of a future to come.

It was surreal, the moment he came home. Be it to wait for your shift to end while he tried to get a simple dinner cooking on the stove, or to have you waiting, just like this, curled up on the stairs, every bit a cat basking in the warm glow that resembled the sunset in its hue, falling down the steps from the window of your, and his apartment. As he stood in front of you, etching your form into his memory as if each time he saw you you were someone new, he imagined what it would be like to truly come back at sundown. Have dinner earlier than midnight, spend the evening chatting away about this and that, hidden under a woollen throw that you had found at a thrift store. Let the last rays of the sun, departing to its sleeping quarters, wash over the two of you as you would hold one another in a long, loving embrace, rocking to the ballads only you knew and shared. Sometimes he wondered whether what he played outside of this magical golden hour that was ‘you and him’ was truly music, when all the melodies to divine adoration played in your caresses. Whether the words he sang held any meaning if they were not dedicated to you, sung to you. Whether the sultry notes of the trumpet were anything but noise if you were not there to hear it. 

Crash landed into the big city, he had been a boy with stars in his eyes and boundless ambition. He had wanted to fight the world alone, head on, and had no feel for the rhythm of the metropolis, its people, its jazz scene. He had assumed that he was wanted, and oh, how wrong he had been. Rejection after rejection, San had found himself playing on the streets for a couple of bills to last the day, and had run into a debt with a cruel landlord - so large, that he had considered turning to less conventional solutions. But then, by some stroke of luck, he had met other musicians who were dreamers, warriors of the arts, those with impeccable feel for every note, every off-beat both in the pieces they would cover or improvise, as well as life. Just like that, San had found himself a band, and by the grace of destiny itself, he had found himself performing at a bar, the bar, where he had the boundless joy of meeting you. 

An old hole in the wall in the middle of downtown, it had been your first place of work since moving in more central from the outskirts. Having been on the scene for a lot longer than him, sweeping, cooking, mixing - anything you could get your hands on, you knew practically all the artists around town, thanks to your appreciation of their life’s essence in the form of jazz and their habitual lingering around the bar to chat after a show. As such, a new face had immediately caught your eye, and there, your gaze stayed. All through the night. All through his impeccable covers of Chet Baker’s ‘I Fall In Love Too Easily’ and ‘Like Someone In Love’, during both of which you swore you had never felt yourself being regarded with more intensity. All through the years in which you had come to move in a shared rhythm, existing in a gentle swing, cheek to cheek. For the first time, you felt as though you were staring right into the sun, but instead of tears rolling down your cheeks and agony spreading over your body, your vision cleared and new hope settled.

This rhythm did not falter. Even when some notes were played with their respective delays or anticipations, this was all a wondrous interpretation of life as a duet that was you and your favourite, your only, beloved San, trumpet player, singer, an artist through and through. The man with a dream and the resolve to achieve it. You had promised to one another that one of these days, you will see yourselves as the makers of a new oasis. Your own corner in the glimmering canyons of steel to serve as a sunny safe haven for jazzists from all walks of life. You as the owner of the new Blue Note, him as the first man on the stage. This was the future towards which you both strode, and alongside it, a heavenly devotion bloomed.

As you rocked in a sweet embrace, it was impossible to imagine anything more right. Arms around his torso and hidden from the nighttime breeze by his jacket, you sank into San’s reassuring heartbeat and loving warmth. Caught in a trance, he pressed you impossibly close as though he had not seen you in an agonising ‘forever’, and ran his fingers through your hair while a hand rested on the back of your head. The brilliant, cascading tresses that still retained some of the aroma of the cordials and syrups you often used at your job, despite the top notes being yours, and consequently, his favourite shampoo. He admired the way in which it reflected the sunset captured in the apartment, only half a flight away, a golden luminescence that made him all the more convinced that this was where the glowing, comforting star had found safety to rest. After walking through the town that was enveloped in dark hues, passing by dingy shops and streets in dire need of tender love and care, he could not help but feel blessed that all that time ago, the sun had risen for him, and all he had the pleasure of experiencing was brighter, lighter, and any trials and tribulations were merely a simple test. He fondly recollected your first meeting, having purposefully made a detour on his journey back to walk past the location that marked the beginning of your history.

“We played at a club a couple of blocks from that place tonight.”

“Where we met?” you asked, nuzzling into the crook of San’s neck and relishing in his soft hum as he continued.

“Mhm. Actually, I walked past it while going home.”

“And?” you inquired, pulling away to glance at San’s cheeky lopsided grin.

“Made me walk faster.” you raised an eyebrow, only making your boyfriend chuckle, the honey-like tone never failing to induce a thrilling flurry in your chest.

“Damn, is it that run down?”

San imitated a pondering stance, looking off to the side before returning to study your very irises, with such attentiveness that you thought he was in a world of his own. And in a way, he was. He was convinced that, for as long as he lived, San’s best view would be exactly this. These eyes that had hypnotised him as they followed his figure from across the bar, these gorgeous orbs that held the moon, the stars, the songs sung and unsung. No matter where he went and no matter what new challenge life threw at him, all he needed was to imagine you and suddenly, everything would fall into place. The young man moved to press his forehead against yours, a strand of hair that grazed his eyebrow tickling your face and causing you to scrunch your nose. The adorable reaction proved to be too much for San’s poor enamoured heart as it skipped a beat, and in an attempt to subdue the overwhelming ache he rubbed his nose against yours.

“Nope, just made me want to see you even more.” he spoke low, focusing only on your shallow, lightly trembling breaths and the intoxicating feeling of his skin against yours. 

“Can you see me now?” you joked, hinting at your closeness, hands moving to graze his sides, trailing down until you could tap his alluring waist with your fingertips, stepping forward until you were practically hip to hip and you could feel the friction of his navy jeans against your skirt.

“I don’t know, Y/N, I think I need to get a little closer…” in one cautious trailing of the jawline, he cupped your face, waited for a tiny nod from you to proceed - something he had always subconsciously done when it came to loving you, and what little space had been left between your bodies was no longer.

Tenderly, like early mist settling on the dazzling midnight sea, he worshipped you with every move. Lost in a sigh, in softest caresses, you indulged in the sweetness of his precious lips, fitting so perfectly with your own. While you had not been a believer in soulmates, the only way in which you could describe the idyllic nature of your coexistence was that it was meant to be. It was as if, even though you had your respective, independent melodies, they oh so seamlessly flowed into one, body and soul. San kissed you as though you were life itself, at such a slow, sultry tempo and yet it set your soul ablaze, caught up in a wild wind. Lost in exploring your lover, you only realised how he gingerly lifted the shirt at its base when his arms brushed against yours, causing you to snicker right against him. Immediately you could feel him retract his tongue and lean back to look at you. Your eyes fluttered open after having automatically given themselves up to a sensory bliss, only to be met with San’s signature pout that was dramatically contrasted by an enticing darkness in his half-lidded orbs.

“What…” he whined barely audibly, only making your smirk deepen.

“Now what about that ‘show’ you were talking about, hm?”

“My shirt, my business.” he attempted to dive back into a kiss, digging his fingers into your sides when you tilted your head back and chuckled.

“My lips, my business.”

“Awh darlin’ don’t tease.” he batted his eyelashes, gaze darting around your face to catch any signs of caving in to his charms. However, even if he tried his hardest, his searches would amount to nothing at all, for you would not be able to get mad at his cute face even if you wanted to. As such, your facade soon dropped and you were seeking him once more.

“Don’t be bossy.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Good- Choi San put me dow-” you yelped as he stepped to the side, and with mischief flashing across his face, hooked you under the knees and supported your back, sweeping you off your feet for good. Careful not to let you hit the stairs, San’s strong arms held you tight against his chest, and he smiled down to give you a cheeky retort.

“Don’t be bossy~” playfully shaking your head, you let your hands find themselves loosely hanging from his neck, and gave into the addictive fiery pecks that he was leaving on your cheek, across your jaw, only to culminate in a deeper, ravishing kiss, punctuated by an unmistakable undercurrent of sensual longing. As your passion ascended into a crescendo, and the heat rising in your bodies was elevating into being unbearable, San breathlessly whispered the shared desire against your reddened lips:

“It’s time to quit stalling, methinks. Yeah?”

“Sounds fine by me.” you agreed, not fearful of sounding eager. Though apparently, that was not enough. While San dipped you forwards, eliciting a giggle and a compliant hooking of the trumpet case with your finger, he tried to correct you.

“Now, fine won’t do.” giving you another quick peck on your cheek, he began climbing towards the fifth floor, though you were certain that he was spending more time studying you than checking if he was stopping at the right level. Not bothering to mention the mug that had been abandoned, concluding that the beverage was always going to be nothing compared to the energy this wondrous love of yours gave you, you simply gave into the boisterous affection.

“Mighty fine.”

“A little better…” he mumbled back while stepping through the open window into your piece of urban heaven.

“Gonna have to work for any more than that, darling.”

“A challenge?”

“An invitation.”

The phrase almost made him falter as he attempted to gather at least some form of coherence before the submitting to your priceless seduction. Setting you back down onto the floor only to return to his hold of your waist, he shadowed your movements as you set the case down. At the first given opportunity, your boyfriend focused and nipped at the sensitive skin right above your exposed collarbone, one hand rising to hastily unbutton the shirt as you gasped at the contact and in a daze, rushed to tug at his jacket. Promptly, the article found itself on the floor, soon joined by the black shirt that you had borrowed and leaving your chest entirely exposed.

Entranced, San let himself be guided by you to the bedroom as he cupped one of your breasts and ran languid circles across the nipple, while catching you once more in a feverish kiss. Upon hearing the hint of a moan, muted by his own mouth, he inadvertently bucked his hips against you, the pressure on the growing arousal making him needy, and desperate for more touch. Stumbling down the corridor, you felt for the doorframe of the bedroom, stopping right underneath and running your hands under San’s black tee and up his abdomen. He obeyed your unspoken wish and gave you the pleasure of watching him undress, the divine, sculpted lines and edges of his body, muscles working overtime under his beautiful sunkissed skin, all in a magnificent dance. Before you could indulge in him once again, you felt a couple of pulls on the fabric of your skirt, and soon enough the elastic band had given in, and rolled down to let the material pile on the floor around you.

San guided your two hazy forms to the bed, hissing as you trailed kisses up his neck, to the side and nipped at his earlobe, your erratic, shallow breaths nearly sending him into a frenzy. Burning skin, each touch turned scalding making heat pool to your core; you saw stars as your boyfriend slipped his hand into your panties and ran two digits across your dripping sex to collect some of the nectar, before starting to rub your aroused clit, teasing it as you shot out to grab a hold of his upper arms for some illusion of stability. Whispering sweet nothings against your skin he laid you down onto the bed sheets; you could swear they had retained some of the warmth where the sun had hit them during its routinely finale, orange streaks stalking across the apartment. Nuzzling into San's neck you muffled your whines by turning your attention to making this moment bloom, lovebite after lovebite.

"Ah… Y/N…" he sighed, voice husky as he shifted in his half-lying posture in an attempt to get at least some friction. As he flicked your clit and glided two fingers into your entrance, curling them exactly how he knew it would drive you closer to your high, you dug your nails into his biceps to resist a tremble and uttered:

"My man, my business."

"Yours, all yours, darlin', just as you're mine." 

"Mhm, ah, San, I'm- cl-" you moaned as he increased his rhythm, the wanton sounds of his digits pumping into your pussy only accelerating you to your orgasm.

"Close? Already, sweetheart?" You could sense a hint of pride in his tone, but could not form any snarky comment, thoughts turned to mush.

"Too good to me, love…"

"Now, now, and I wanted to make you feel even better…" he chided jokingly, lifting your lower half ever so slightly from the bed to slip the wet panties off fully, not once taking his eyes off yours. You tried to reach for his jeans, the erection so painfully obvious that all you could wish for was to give San at least some relief, but to no avail as he intercepted by taking a hold of your wrist, kissing your knuckles lovingly and simply requesting: “Lie back for me, darlin’, won’t you?”

Of course you would not disagree, not when you felt an emptiness from where his fingers had denied you a complete release, leaving your walls clenching around nothing, and desperation approaching an all-time high. Eagerly, you crawled and fell back on the bed, watching his figure follow you until he was hovering dangerously close, clouded over with lust. After resting his hands on your knees and then, at a deliberately slow pace, sliding them down your inner thighs for you to part your legs wider for him, he lowered himself to devour you. Placing a long kiss on your sensitive clit while holding your legs in place so you were in his temporary control, he ran his hot tongue along the length of your fold, stopping to give the bud extra attention with dedicated licking, and sucking until you were melting into the sheets and the only thing escaping your mouth were pathetic moans laced with his name and praises. As if you had been blinded by the sun, you ceased to see any definition in the world around you as your climax crashed down hard and fast, leaving you shaking and crying out for your boyfriend, who, after leaving a tentative trail of open-mouthed kisses on your pulsating core and on each of your thighs, rose to hook you under your back.

“You’re so beautiful, my love…” he cooed as he wrapped you up in a long hug, careful to let you ride out your high in the safety of his arms. He bit his lower lip as your leg accidentally grazed his clothed cock, only to squeeze his eyes shut when the action prompted him to taste you once again, sending his mind into an overdrive.

As you returned to a brighter lucidity, you gingerly fiddled with the button on San’s jeans, and proceeded to free him of their confines with the lowering of the zipper. Unable to restrain yourself from feeling the hardness of his length, you palmed it through the cotton briefs that were already showing traces of his pre-cum, and pulled down the waistband to let it spring free.

“Oh, San, please, why wait so long, you must be so on edge, I’m sorry baby…” you mumbled, lifting your hand to collect some spit, then wrapping it around his member. Instinctively his hips bucked towards you as you pumped him, barely registering how close San’s face was to yours.

“‘s alright, Y/N, but if you could… mh… kiss it better? May I?”

“Of course.”

You could taste the remnants of your orgasm on his lips and tongue, but only momentarily as he hungrily explored you. Low grunts and breathy moans fell from his mouth, only to be swallowed by your newly blooming desire for more. Deepening the kiss, you absorbed his moan as you sped up the movements of your other hand. Unable to resist the building frustration any longer, San brushed your arm and tilted his head back to show you his eyes - glazed over, full of raw want.

“I need you.”

“How?”

“I need your pussy, sweetheart.” you slowed down, teasing the tip of his cock as he gripped your hips, a coy smile dancing across your features.

“Didn’t you just have it?”

“Not enough, it seems.”

“I think we can do something about that… tell me how you want me.”

“Ride me.”

“Be my guide.”

Nodding, moved to the edge of the bed on his knees, and slid down until he was in a seated position. He motioned for you to come closer, helping you understand his wish. Raising yourself from how you had been positioned, you crept towards your boyfriend, cautiously throwing a leg over his lap until your core was millimetres away from his throbbing member. San’s hands found your ass and gave you a few nudges towards him, while you ran your fingers through his dishevelled locks, a shy smile gracing you as you thought back to how pristine he had managed to look when he had been in the stairwell. Now, he was perfect. When you tapped him to suggest your readiness, San took his cock to slot it into your entrance and with a couple of adjustments, he bottomed out inside you. Sighs combined into a single, intimate breath as his length pressed against your walls, and you rose into an unimaginable euphoria.

Foreheads pressed against one another, neither of you wanted to rush, instead succumbing to a darkness behind your eyelids and focusing exclusively on the other senses. How your inhales and exhales were equally as shallow, how the light tinge of sweat had mixed with the dark accords of his perfume - one that, after having made the step to live together, now almost permanently lingered on your skin, how the contact was every bit like being wrapped in the golden glow of a sunset. You peeked at San, catching him still in a trance, and admired how the light from the ceiling lamp out in the corridor highlighted his sharp and alluring features, all contrasted by the softest, plushest lips which you gave into the instinct to peck. 

Your boyfriend gazed up at you, breaking into a heart-melting smile. Little did you know, he was counting his blessings and had to consciously remind himself that somehow you were not a sun goddess. Perhaps in disguise. You were the melody he would never get tired of hearing, the dawn and dusk that he would always greet and cherish. His muse and guiding light.

“My sun…” he pecked your cheek, flicking his nose against it while restraining himself from acting rashly. Not tonight. Tonight was all about you and him. Together.

“The light of my life…” kissing the other cheek, he groaned as you grinded your hips to have your chest almost flush against him.

“My Y/N,” “My San,”

You whispered in unison, looking at one another with an unequivocal tenderness and adoration. Two seamlessly blending into one, you did not need the days to guide you. Existing in a glittering bliss, before either of you was an angel of light. Truthfully, there need not be anything more. Only the sound of jazz to give you rhythm, and the radiance of your mutual enamourment. 

As you began to ride his member, you took immeasurable pleasure in seeing San’s face contort into that of ecstasy. The fluidity of the motion rivalled that of waves that lapped the distant shores of a paradise. The oncoming bubbling of a climax that threatened to drown you in a sensual unravelling left you lost at sea, with only the rays of your favourite star enveloping you. Rocking your hips, you felt his cockhead hitting your ideal spot over and over, and whenever you would need a break, he would soothe you with a feathery touch. 

The leisurely pace proved to be a build up to unfathomable ruin, as the clenching of your pussy around his hard length left San’s thoughts in a total disarray. He could not register the most basic things around him, jutting into you without a single decipherable word spilling from his lips. He gripped onto you harder, silently begging you to take him deeper, faster as his high became more imminent and he could barely hold on.

“Darling, you’re… I-I swear…”

“Ah… yes? What?”

“Can I? Please, love…”

“Yes, Sannie, please- ah!” he thrusted his hips with a newfound vigour, practically lifting you to give himself space to accelerate. The sudden change of pace sent curls of pleasure to the knot that had been building in your core, leaving you like putty in San’s hold.

“Fuck yes, Sa-an-ie… please…” lewd moans filled the bedroom as his member snapped into you with the exact beat that would send you into a frenzy. Falling apart over him, your pants rapidly turned into high-pitched whines as you could feel yourself approaching the edge to your undoing.

Just as he began to falter, you fell between his head and shoulder, shaking as another orgasm overtook you. The spasming of your sex sent him into uncontrollable pleasure and with a final few snaps of the hips, San kept you still on his cock as hot ropes of cum painted your inner walls. Embracing you like you were the most fragile being on the Earth, he glanced at you even in his half-consciousness to check if you were comfortable. Elated when you returned his regard with an elated grin, San beamed right back, giving you a quick peck before hugging you even tighter, attempting to slow his breathing while his length was still pulsating, surrounded by a divine warmth.

“So unreal… so, so marvellous, Y/N.” that seemed to reel you back from the wonderfully overwhelming sensation, and you brushed your cheek against his. Silence. Two bodies connecting, not needing the light as they lived in the afterglow. Listening to San’s heartbeat, your temple against his, you mumbled:

“I would never leave.”

“Then don’t. I would never let you go anyways.”

“Then I guess you’ll have to carry me to the bathroom.”

“I’ll even hold you in the shower.”

“Oh how romantic.” you tried to shift, only eliciting a groan from San as he cautiously moved you back, a sheepish grin on his features.

“You know what, darlin’, let’s stay like this for a bit, yeah?”

“Fine by me.”

“Fine?”

“Very, very, very fine.”

Once the two of you had in part returned from your post-coital utopia, and San kept his promise and carried you around the entire apartment as though showing you off to every piece of furniture and every wall, you were clean, fuzzy from the perfectly warm shower, and wrapped up in fresh bed sheets which you had playfully commanded for San to lay down.

After having given up on immediately settling down to sleep, you and San had dissolved into a giggly mess. You had convinced him to bring his trumpet into the room and let you have another go at playing it - even though these attempts had already likely accumulated into hundreds - without much progress. At the moment, the one piece which you could confidently play was ‘a whole lot of nothing and painfully blown out air’. As you tried for the umpteenth time to produce as much as one hint of a note, you were distracted by a sudden ‘oohing’ from your boyfriend, who was watching you unwaveringly.

“What?” you lowered the trumpet and raised an eyebrow.

“That was an indirect kiss, darlin’.”

“Come on, San, what in the world-” you hit his chest playfully and attempted to return the instrument, “I’m out here huffing and puffing and that’s what you’re thinking about?”

“Mhm, and so much more…”

“Choi San.” you addressed him sternly, though nothing in your expression even remotely suggested that you meant it.

“Fine, fine, want me to show you again and proper?”

“You know what, I think I practised enough for today.” you handed him the instrument, restraining your laughter while he returned it to its case, clipping it shut and setting it aside on the bedside table closest to him.

“Well done, Y/N.” he praised you, though a hint of sarcasm did not go unnoticed.

“Yeah, yeah, laugh at me as much as you want, but you still can’t make a bloody mary.” you pointed out, making San jut out his lower lip and nod in agreement.

“Fair.”

He opened his arms wide, leaning back onto the large pillows to invite you to rest against his bare chest, an offer which you simply would never refuse. Snuggling up to him, you were in seventh heaven. One arm over his torso and the other propping you up so you would be level, you doubted that there could be anything that felt more safe, more comforting and more adoring than this. Feeling him rubbing unrushed, lulling circles on your back, accompanied by the rustling of cotton, you wanted to dissolve in this moment, your molecules reflecting onto every surface until this was all you knew.

“Y’know, I’m s’posed to have a gig next week that’s gonna cover at least three month’s rent.” he broke through the quietude with the exciting news, making you immediately look up at him, gleaming.

“What? No way, who?”

“Some bigshot from uptown wants music for his party. And who am I to refuse?”

“Damn, San, that’s amazing-”

“And, and, and, they were looking for a mixologist to make the magic happen, so if you are happy to accept, the man’s asked me to call him back tomorrow noon,” the continuation left you stunned, and you wrapped a leg around your boyfriend, embracing him until you could barely breathe.

“WHAT? San, no you didn’t I… thank you? How? I mean…” you stumbled over your words, trying your hardest to not squeal at the opportunity.

“No words needed, lovely. See? We’re gonna save up for that wedding dress in no time.”

He stated casually, but the words sent butterflies into your stomach. You had discussed official commitment early on, deciding that this was to be in your plans for certain, but considering your careers, your desires and your dreams, you wanted to find that golden sliver of stability before taking that next step. Though, as months ticked by, you could tell San’s motivation grew stronger and stronger to be able to call you his wife.

“Oh Sannie, but I told you that I don’t need anything fancy, I just need you.” you responded, trying to provide reassurance that either way, happiness was guaranteed; but it appeared that in the ghost of an intimate night, your boyfriend found entertainment in misconstruing your words into a lustful implication.

“Say that again and you are not getting out of bed for that morning shift.” you hit his chest so faintly that there was barely any impact before hiding your face against him, not reappearing until San brushed some hair away from your face and cupped your chin, “Darlin’, I just wanna have, and live a life with you. Many lives. More than.” melting into his touch, you wiggled upwards, closer to him.

“We’ll make it.” San nodded at your resolution, glancing out into the corridor - although the lamp that had provided the sun-like hues had long been turned off, the heat of your passion prolonged its echoes.

“It’s us we’re talkin’ ‘bout, it’s written out for us. And if not, we’ll take the pen and write it. You promised I’ll be the first to play at your bar… opening night.”

You took in the adoration in his eyes, while San delighted in the same feeling that was held in your own.

“Of course. And you said that the song you’ll sing will be the one you wrote for me.” barely audible, you answered, getting closer and closer to the sun that you knew would never burn you and instead only help you amplify your shine.

“The whole set, love. My all.”

[destourtereaux]

what’s love got to do with it? (part two) - james f. potter x reader

summary: james is terrified of ruining your friendship if he confesses his feelings... but with the help of the other marauders, the secret comes out.

word count: 2.1k

before you start! read part one here - this won’t make any sense if you don’t :(

a/n: hey loves!! so this clearly the part two to my “what’s love got to do with it?” jp series :)) i think i’ll be ending this here unless there is a huge amount of interest in a part 3! i apologize for the delay but i literally write like a dang snail :’)

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******

It had been a week since that night in the boys’ dorm which had left James’ heart swelling with hope. He had never thought you might like him back in a not so friendly way, and Remus’ words had boosted his confidence.

The only problem was, he hadn’t yet mustered up the courage to tell you -- and he was frustrated to say the least.

If it had been any other girl, he wouldn’t have been nervous in the slightest, but something about you stumped him. He knew you like the back of his hand -- you two were like two peas in a pod -- but that was what made it so hard to confess. He couldn’t risk your friendship.

So for the past seven days, he had tried desperately to see whether you showed any signs of liking him back whilst trying to act completely indifferent. This turned out to be incredibly hard as you two acted so much like a couple already, he couldn’t tell whether anything was more than it seemed. After all, cuddles were perfectly normal, and his nickname for you was already “love”, for godric’s sake!

Finally, on Saturday, the other Marauders had had enough. It was obvious to everyone around you two that the incessant pining was mutual, but James was blind as a bat, both metaphorically and literally, and you were too damn scared to say anything either.

If James wanted to take you on a date on the next Hogsmeade trip, he would have to act soon, so Moony, Padfoot, and Wormtail decided to take matters into their own hands.

******

The next day, you woke up, brushed your teeth, and headed down to the Great Hall for some breakfast as per usual. When Sirius arrived, you stood up and hugged him, playing your role well as you beamed at your “boyfriend”. To your surprise, though, Sirius brushed you off, but not before hugging you back.

“Deal’s off,” he whispered, rolling his eyes at your enthusiasm as you practically leapt with joy. You smirked and held out your hand, grinning as ten golden coins the size of hubcaps fell into your palm.

“Finally!” you laughed, pocketing your newly gained funds, and made a mental note to never ever agree to a fake dating scheme again. “Did Marlene finally see your 'Black charm',” you teased, drawing yet another eye roll from the dark-haired boy in front of you.

“Well I reckon she’s got to have,” he responded, “can’t be missed, can it?” “But on a real note, this ‘break-up’ has another purpose...” he finished mysteriously, winking at you.

“Well, as long as it’s over!” you replied, completely nonplussed, dismissing his hinting tone as yet another joke. He was a marauder, after all. Besides, your attention was drawn to yet another boy headed your way, clearly still half asleep, with the bedhead to prove it.

“How are you doing this fine morning, Potter?” you implored, earning a huff from Sirius as his attempt at gaining your interest goes unnoticed. If you had turned to look at the Black, you would’ve seen his huff fade away immediately as he winks at James with a sly glance between the two of you, causing the bespectacled boy to flame red for a second.

Thankfully, you missed this, sparing James his moment of vulnerability. He coughs hastily and replies, “Doing alright I reckon, and you?”

“Absolutely ecstatic,” you positively beam. “Padfoot’s let me off the hook! I’m one fake relationship lighter and my pockets are ten galleons heavier,” you finish proudly, grinning up at him.

James is suddenly struck by how beautiful you look in that moment, eyes sparkling with glee, the corners of your lip curling upwards in bliss, and for a second he wonders what would happen if he asked you out right then. He almost does it too, but stops himself just in time. Get a hold of yourself, Prongs, you can’t tell her... what if it messes up what you’ve got already? Can’t risk it. He thinks.

“Hello? Earth to James?” you inquire, confused by his lack of response to your news. Inwardly, you feel a pang in your heart, he clearly didn’t care much about your “relationship”, even if it was fake. You glance around the room in search for who could have captured the boy’s attention and your gaze catches on Lily sitting a few tables down, giggling at a joke her friend has just told.

Your heart cracks just a little, seeing how effortlessly gorgeous she is. Everything about her screams perfect, from the way her ginger locks frame her face perfectly to the way her laugh cuts cleanly through the din in the Great Hall. Just like how it makes perfect sense that James would prefer her over you.

“Huh? Oh, that, that’s awesome, Y/N/N!” James finally processes what you’ve just shared with him. Little did you know, his momentary loss of words had been due to a furious telepathic exchange between him and Sirius. He had been trying to figure out why his friend would give up the scheme just when it was beginning to work through glances only -- this could not mean anything good...

You laughed, hiding the sadness, and nodded. “Right! I got the same payment and only did half the work -- not bad, eh?”

James smiled and shook his head at your joy, and takes a seat. “Can’t believe Pads let you off the hook just like that, but I can’t say I’m mad either!” With that, he begins filling his plate, both of you thinking about the words unsaid.

******

It was 6pm and Remus, Sirius and Peter were gathered in their dorm. They had taken advantage of James’ absence due to quidditch to put their plan in action -- Sirius having lied about having a detention with Minnie to skip practice.

“So, any ideas?” Remus starts.

Peter shrugs, “I got nothin’, but I know I’m about to go mad from all their sneaky glances at each other --” with that, he mimes gagging, making the other two boys chuckle in agreement.

Sirius on the other hand, is eager to share his plans. “Now, listen to me. This will only work if we work quickly -- and of course, we’ve got to sneak around a bit... shouldn’t be anything new though,” he finishes mischievously.

Remus narrows his eyes and Peter turns a bit green at this, but both agree in the end.

True to his word, the plan did involve a bit of sneaking around, a few visits to the greenhouse, and some hastily scribbled notes before it was ready for execution. And just in time too, because there was no mistaking the telltale creak of their dorm door as James returned from practice.

******

“Hide me,” hissed Sirius, and Remus had barely shoved him under the bed before the Quidditch Captain entered.

If he was confused about why Moony and Wormtail were sitting across from each other on the carpet, looking at him with wide eyes, he didn’t show it. Instead, he headed straight for the shower with a quick “Let me know when Pads is back, wontcha,” leaving the two boys sighing with relief.

You woke up the following morning to the chirping of birds outside the window. Cheesy as it sounded, it looked like the perfect day and you immediately felt your spirits brighten, reflecting the beautiful weather. You pulled on a hoodie (it was Saturday, no robes required!), and headed down for a bite.

Laughing along with Marlene, you didn’t notice the slip of paper in your hoodie pocket until you had finished up with your sausages and were sitting back down in your dorm. Smoothing it out, you noticed a sentence scrawled on it:

“Meet me at the astronomy tower at dusk. I’ve got something to show you. - JP”

You felt your heart skip a beat. JP. James Potter. What was he going to tell you? You tried to squash the hope rising in your chest, but a smile still crept onto your face. Shaking your head, you went on with the rest of your day, your curiosity towards what this could be a constant itch at the back of your head.

******

Little did you know, James had not slipped that piece of paper in your pocket. In fact, he had received one himself! It read:

“Go to the astronomy tower at dusk or you’ll regret it. - thank us later ;)” 

Absolutely bewildered, James had put it back into his pocket and went out to find his boys, because who else could’ve had access to his dorm?

In the common room, he found the other three marauders waiting for him, Remus and Peter looking sheepish, Sirius smirking openly.

“Pads, what’s happening? I know it’s you lot who gave me the note -- I just wanna kno --” he’s cut off by a shush from Sirius.

“Look, Prongs, as much as we'd like the thanks we very much deserve, it’ll ruin the surprise. Just go on up at dusk, alright? I promise it’s nothing bad,” he finishes. “Oh -- and make sure you’re looking decent!” With that, he shoves the bespectacled boy out of the portrait hole and stifles a snicker along with Moony and Wormtail. If everything went according to plan, there would be one more happy couple in the walls of the castle, and three less marauders who were absolutely fed-up with the obliviousness that was Y/N and James.

******

The day passed quickly, and before you knew it, the sun was setting. It cast a gorgeous glow over the corridors of the castle, painting the ancient stone walls a stunning orange. You practically ran up to the astronomy tower, unable to wait any longer.

As you looked out at the grounds, you noticed something peculiar. The field outside the castle seemed to be... blooming? No, not all of it, just a few parts. And to your surprise, these “parts” seemed to be forming letters! Hug -- no, that’s an “o”, not a “u”, Hogs -- Hogsmeade?

Your breath caught as you spun around, in search of the source of this extravagant proposal, could it be? And with a jolt, you rammed right into none other than James Potter, Head Boy and Quidditch Captain, although he was looking less than confident as he glanced out at the field below. 

James was stunned. He had no idea what the hell was going on. Y/N was in front of him, looking shocked as well, but a smile seemed to be tugging at her lips. Even in his confusion, James noticed the twinkle in her eye and felt his breath catch a bit. That momentary pause in time ended abruptly however, as James took in the letters on the field, eyes dawning in realization.

“So, Jamie, did you do this?” You questioned, wishing with all your heart that the answer was a ---

“Yes. Yes I did,” James started, having regained his courage, and at these words, he could’ve sworn he heard a faint cheer come from just under the staircase... that sounded very much like a certain black-haired pureblood he knew. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes and focused back on the girl gazing up at him. “I’ve liked you since we first met, I don’t know if you remember? I wasn’t paying attention to my surroundings, and we had just put a charm on Minnie’s desk and she was --”

“She was coming up while you idiots were cheering and hollering like a bunch of buffoons,” you finished, chuckling at the memory. “And I had to shove you lot into the broom closet before you got yourselves a detention on the very first day back...”

James smiled fondly.  “Well, I just remember being so thankful that you’d helped us without even knowing us. You just - ah this is silly, but you looked so daring in that moment and, well, I was only eleven, but even then I could tell we were going to be great friends...” He trailed off, looking at you. “I guess what I’m trying to say is: I fancy you, Y/N Y/L/N, and I think I have for a long time now. I was just, as you like to say, being an insufferable idiot,” he finishes with a laugh.

You stand there, stunned. You’d never expected this in a hundred million years. Never expected that James Potter, your best friend, would like you back in that way. You felt your heart explode as your face burst into an absolutely stunning smile. So bright and true and full of love, that James knew what you were going to say before you said it. “Well, I’d love to go to Hogsmeade with this insufferable idiot --”

With that, you jumped into James’ arms and felt him hold you tight. It felt like a scene straight out of the movies as he whirled you around. You felt the cool wind whistling through your hair and nestled deeper into James’ chest. Breathing in the familiar scent of broomstick polish, treacle tart, and cozy Sunday mornings, you closed your eyes in bliss. This embrace felt different than the countless ones you two had shared before. But in a way, it felt identical to all of them. But one thing was for sure: It felt like home.

****** taglist: @fallin-4-ya @malfoy-wife15 @amourtentiaa​ @izzyyy-1​

[cyborg-franky]

💕💙

No because I just love your writings so much and you’re a wonderful person to boot, how can I not want to be closer? Not in a weird creepy way tho no no no like in a ✨friendship✨ and ✨mutuals✨ vibes way. But only if you want to ofc. I’m cool with just interacting too. Also acquaintances is a definite yes because in my opinion, that’s how’s the best friendships start 😌. Just something about a hey to sharing a look to teasing to laughing to hanging out does things to me ugh I need more platonic-ness in my life. Friendship and companionship is amazing. Also how are you? Have you eaten today? Drank water? Go do the general taking care of yourself and then reward yourself by getting a dang good snack. I hope you have a good day!! *sends virtual hugs* (and yes this is the same anon as all the other virtual hugs ones it’s just a weird thing I use very often so it’s become a habit now sorry)

This was so sweet, sobbing and crying and gently holding you.

I would love for your to jump in my DMs, lets be friends -shaking you- this was so nice to read and I am so glad you like my writing, I trrry.

I have had... stuff with water in it? : D : D and I ate.. sometime... yessss

Returning those hugs <3

[intheticklecloset]

A Good Tickling (My Hero Academia)

Primary Universe

This one is a direct sequel to “Wardrobe Malfunction,” as requested above. It’s also officially the longest fic I’ve ever written for any fandom, clocking in at 3,000+ words, so buckle up! I really had fun delving into this one and exploring Kirishima and Bakugou’s friendship on a bit of a deeper level while still turning it into a tickle fic by the end. I sincerely hope you enjoy! <3

6: “You want me to tickle you that bad?”

25: “Let’s see how long you can go without laughing.”

8: “You can run, but you can’t hide.”

20: “Stop resisting!”

19: “I see that smile. Come on, laugh!”

25: “Let’s see how long you can go without laughing.”

You’ll notice for some of the numbered prompts I didn’t use the exact quote, but a variation thereof. This was to help prevent repetitiveness as well as maintain believable story flow. They’re still in the fic, just perhaps not word for word.

Warning: Slight angst.

~

Kirishima was quiet. Like, really quiet. Too quiet. And Bakugou was extremely aware of it.

The silence had come on gradually, over the course of a couple of weeks. At first it was just small pockets of time during which the redhead seemed to shrink in on himself for no discernable reason, but he’d soon bounce back when someone started talking to him, Bakugou included. But as time went on, those pockets of silence became entire hours, which became days by the time two weeks had gone by.

Then Bakugou noticed something even more disconcerting.

Kiri would only be silent around him.

He’d walk into a situation in which Kiri was his normal self, having a good time with their other mutual friends and classmates, and boom. Instant shutdown. It was impossible to ignore after the second time it happened that Kirishima was going silent because of his presence, and Bakugou was actually getting worried about it.

It all came to a head one night when Bakugou went downstairs for dinner, where Kiri and some others were already starting to eat. As soon as he entered the room Kiri’s face went dark and he stopped speaking, which was already bothersome to the atomic teen before the redhead then stood up, put his practically uneaten dinner in the fridge, and left the room.

That was the moment Bakugou realized he’d done something wrong. Somewhere along the line and without knowing it, he’d upset Kirishima so much that his closest friend couldn’t even stand to be in the same room as him anymore.

No, he thought. I have to fix this. So he turned right back around and followed Kirishima to his dorm room.

“It’s open,” Kiri called when Bakugou knocked, and as soon as the door was open enough for him to see who was visiting, he turned his back and didn’t say anything.

Bakugou felt awkward closing the door behind him as he entered the silent space, but he’d resolved to find out what was going on. He hated this rift that existed between them now. He wanted to close it up. To be close with Kiri again. He missed him, dang it.

For a long while words failed him. How was he supposed to approach this when he didn’t know what was wrong? Finally Bakugou cleared his throat. “Hey. Are you mad at me?”

Kiri’s shoulders slumped. “No.”

Well, that was a relief, at least. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing.”

Bull. Bakugou fought back an angry retort and said in his calmest voice, “You can run from me all you like, Kirishima, but at the end of the day you can’t hide that you’re upset with me about something. It’s written all over your face every time you look at me. So…” He sighed. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

Kiri still wouldn’t look at him. “It’s nothing. It doesn’t matter.”

“It matters to you,” Bakugou shot back, “and I don’t like that you aren’t yourself around me lately. Where’s that loud, obnoxious, spiky-haired idiot I usually hang out with?”

“I don’t know.”

Bakugou’s irritation was rising, but he used every ounce of willpower he had to fight it. He tried to think rationally. When had this all started? Not long after that day in the locker room when he called Kiri’s costume stupid. Was that it? “Is this because of what I said about your hero costume?”

Kirishima tensed, but shook his head. “No.” His voice was quieter now. “It’s not that.”

“Well, you started being really weird around me after that, so what gives?”

“It doesn’t matter.” The redhead got up from his seat at his desk and finally turned to look at him, and the look in his eyes – the upset, lost, desperate look – was like a sucker punch to the stomach to Bakugou. Guilt washed over him, and he still didn’t even know why.

“Yes, it does.” Bakugou felt something inside him soften. He dared to take a step closer. “Please, Kiri, tell me what I did wrong. I want to fix it. Whatever it is, I’m sorry.”

Kirishima seemed to have some kind of struggle within himself. He grabbed onto the back of his desk chair and gripped it so hard Bakugou thought it might splinter. Finally he muttered, “It’s just…I’ve tried everything I can think of. Nothing’s working.”

“What isn’t?”

“I’ve tried tickling you,” Kiri continued, his eyes everywhere but the blonde. “I’ve tried outing you to our friends, I’ve tried tickling you in public, teasing you in public, saying things I thought would make you angry enough to retaliate…nothing!” He shoved his chair into his desk so hard it made Bakugou jump. “And then when you finally tickle me and call it revenge, we’re in the middle of class so I can’t even enjoy it because I don’t want to get in trouble. And I try challenging you openly and still nothing!” The redhead was on a roll now that the words were finally coming. “Even Sero has tickled me nearly to death, and he almost never does that kind of thing. Everyone seems to get it. Everyone can tell when I want it. But even when I outright tell you to do your worst, you do nothing!”

Bakugou was stunned.

“Why is it,” Kiri continued, voice rising, “that all of our friends know that I love being tickled and will tickle me when I want it, but my best friend just stands there even when I’m practically begging him to destroy me? I don’t understand!”

This time, the silence was on Bakugou’s end. He had no idea what to say. He’d never seen Kiri so openly upset, and over something that could have so easily been avoided if he’d just pulled his head out of his butt long enough to see how much damage his apathy was doing.

A long minute passed before he was able to speak.

“I…” Bakugou cleared his throat. “I didn’t know…I mean, I knew you liked it, but…I didn’t realize how much…” He frowned. “You want me to tickle you that bad?”

“Ugh!” Kirishima covered his face with his hands and cried, “Yes!”

“I’m…I’m sorry.” Bakugou took another step closer. “Kiri, I’m really sorry. I didn’t realize how much it meant to you. It…it means a lot, doesn’t it?”

“It’s so stupid,” Kiri growled, but Bakugou could tell even before he turned his back again that his friend was on the verge of tears. Another sucker punch to the gut. “It’s so stupid. It’s just tickling. I shouldn’t be so upset over this, right? It’s so dumb of me.”

“Oh, heck no.” No way was Bakugou letting him go down this path with his thoughts. He strode right up to him and grabbed his shoulders, turning him around. “Do not feel bad about this. This is my fault. This isn’t because you weren’t clear enough. I knew what you were asking for and I just stood there, like you said. Like a complete and total jerk. Do not apologize for my mistakes. Let me do that. Kiri, I’m so sorry.”

Kiri said nothing, but he swallowed thickly, and Bakugou pulled him into a hug before he could think twice about it. He held the redhead close and waited, hoping that his apology would be accepted. The silence stretched on for what felt like forever. Then, finally, Kiri wrapped his arms around him, too, sighing heavily into his shoulder.

“What is it?” Bakugou asked softly, genuinely, trying not to disturb the moment. As much as he hated sentiment, he didn’t want to screw this up any more than he already had. “Why is it so important to you? I want to understand.”

“That’s just it,” Kiri mumbled in reply. “I can’t put my finger on it, exactly. It’s just…it’s so much fun, and it makes me feel good, and when it’s with my friends I know I can feel comfortable and be open about it without judgement, and even when I’m getting absolutely destroyed I know I’m safe and they’ll stop when I really need them to. But until then I can just…laugh until I can’t breathe.” The redhead pulled away from Bakugou, keeping his eyes averted. “I don’t know. It’s just so much fun. And with you, I know you’re good at tickling; I’ve heard Midoriya talk about it, I even experienced it a couple of times. And you’re my best friend, so more than anyone else I want you to tickle me into next year. So when I openly asked you to and all this time has gone by and you’ve had lots of opportunities and you didn’t, I just…” Kiri bit his lip. “I felt like maybe you really didn’t care. You act like it a lot, but this time…this time I wondered if you—”

“I care,” Bakugou said quickly, desperate to bring an end to that train of thought. “I care, Kiri, I’m just a complete jerk.” He ran a hand through his hair in frustration. “God, I really screwed things up. I’m an idiot.”

Kiri offered a weak smile. “It’s okay—”

“No it’s not okay!” Bakugou snapped. “Are you kidding me? Look how upset you are over this! How is any part of this okay? No.” He shook his head. “No. I have to fix this. I want to fix this.” He thought for a moment, then met Kiri’s eyes. “Do you still want me to?”

Kirishima stared at him. “W-What? Now?”

“Or later,” Bakugou said quickly. “If I haven’t ruined everything. But – but yeah, I’ll do it now, if you want.”

Kiri took a step back. “Talk about whiplash.”

“I know I’ve been a jerk, and I know you’re upset, but if you’re okay with it I’d much rather make you laugh right now—”

“Bakugou,” Kiri said, “I want you to tickle me. But only if you want to. Don’t do it just because you feel obligated. Do it because you mean it.”

Bakugou nodded once. “I mean it. I’ll tickle you into oblivion now, and then later I’ll do it again and again and again. I do want to make you laugh, Kiri. Really.” He dared to smirk. “But even more, I kind of want to see how much it will take for you to beg me for mercy.”

Kiri frowned. “It will take a lot. I’m not kidding about that.”

“Then bring it on.” Bakugou tackled Kirishima onto his bed, making the redhead yelp in surprise. He swung a leg over to straddle him and paused, just once. “You sure this is okay right now?”

“For the love of god, Bakugou,” Kiri groaned, “if you don’t make good on your promise right here and now I swear I will end our friendship and then end you!”

“Good enough for me.” Bakugou grinned wickedly, shoving Kiri’s arms above his head. “All right, then. When you really can’t take it anymore, tap out. Until then, I will not stop. Got it?”

“Prove it,” Kiri spat, but his eyes were hopeful.

“Keep those arms up there.” Bakugou growled, releasing his hold and sitting back. “Move them and I’ll make it worse.”

“All bark and no bite?”

“Hah.” Bakugou smirked. “One more thing. I want to make you laugh so hard you forget your own name. But before that, I want to see how long you can go without laughing. Bet you’re not going to be very good at that part.”

Kiri smirked back. “Bring it on already.”

Bakugou did, lightly trailing his fingers from Kiri’s underarms down his ribs and sides to his stomach, watching the redhead twitch a little but – surprisingly – do very well in keeping himself in control. “Hmm,” the blonde mused. “Should have had you take your shirt off. That would make this easier.”

“Want to enjoy the view?” Kiri teased. “I told you I look good in my costume as it is.”

Bakugou rolled his eyes. “Give me a break.”

“The shirt stays on. You made me wait this long. Now I’m going to make you work for it.”

“I don’t think that will be hard, considering I can just do this.” The blonde shoved his hands up under Kiri’s t-shirt and raked his nails down his ribs roughly, making Kiri choke on a startled yelp. “Giving in already?”

“No way!”

“We’ll see.”

Bakugou got to work, starting very lightly and increasing the pressure with every pass, making sure to focus on the ribs when he circled back to them each time, knowing that was Kiri’s worst spot and very likely the place that would break him and make him laugh first. Kirishima kept his arms above his head as instructed and his smile widened more and more, but he did better than Bakugou was expecting at keeping his mirth at bay.

“Dang, you’re stubborn,” the blonde muttered after a few minutes of this. “Stop resisting, already.”

“Y-You’re the o-one who wanted m-me to h-hold out,” Kiri stammered. If nothing else, he sounded close to breaking, and that was satisfying just on its own. “I’m c-c-committed n-now.”

“Well, knock it off. I see that smile, but I want to hear you laugh, spiky hair.” Bakugou decided to be a little mean and press his thumbs into Kiri’s bottom ribs, kneading gently. “Come on. Let it out.”

“Agh, n-no,” Kiri’s voice wobbled as he tried to stay in check, his grin splitting his face. He squirmed a little. “That’s cheating!”

“Oh, is it? Too bad. Playing dirty is kind of my thing when it comes to tickling. Ask Deku.”

“I k-know all about that. He’s t-t-told me how r-ruthless you ahare.”

Bakugou kneaded deeper. “Was that a giggle?”

“Ah! N-No, no!”

“It sounded like a giggle.”

“It w-w-wasn’t!”

Feeling evil, Bakugou kept up his kneading pace and began to tease. “Tickle, tickle, tickle~”

Kiri whined. “Oh, y-you so don’t p-plahay fair!”

“Now that was a giggle.”

“You s-s-suck so much--!”

Bakugou dug his fingers in deep to Kirishima’s ribcage, and with a shriek of surprise, the redhead finally broke.

“AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA YOU JEHEHEHEHEHEHERK I WAHAHAHAS DOING SO GOHOHOHOHOHOOD!!”

“Too good,” Bakugou corrected over Kiri’s laughter, impressed his friend’s arms were still above his head, albeit flailing now. “I was getting tired of you showing me up from such a helpless position. Forget resisting. It’s time to make you laugh your guts out.”

“YOHOHOHOHOHOHOU SOHOHOHOHON OF A--!!”

Bakugou slapped a hand over his mouth and tickled wildly with his other hand, enjoying the look of sheer panic that came over Kiri’s face. The redhead started to bring his arms down. “Ah-ah-ah! What did I say? Keep them up.” Kiri whined, fisting his hands into his hair while his legs kicked wildly, the sounds of his distress muffled. “Well now, this is satisfying. You look hilarious, all freaked out like that. Didn’t think I’d pull out all the stops, did you?”

Kiri screeched when Bakugou started pinching his bottom ribs.

“I mean, I suppose I could also tie you up if I really wanted to be mean. But that’s your call, and you can’t talk right now, so I’m not going to assume anything.”

Kirishima started to bring his arms down again, then settled for covering his face with them. His laughter was loud and crazy, even behind Bakugou’s palm over his mouth. The blonde smirked down at his friend, marveling at how much he seemed to enjoy this, despite the obvious ticklish distress he was in.

“You’re probably thinking, ‘I thought you said you wanted to hear me laugh? Why are you covering my mouth?’ Right?” Bakugou chuckled. “I do want to hear you laugh. But it’s so much fun to make you desperate first. You’re just dying to let it out now, aren’t you? No more holding back?”

Kirishima managed a split-second glare in the midst of his muffled hysterics before nodding frantically.

“That’s what I thought.” Bakugou finally pulled his hand away and used both hands to rake up and down Kiri’s ribs.

“SOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOMEWHEHEHEHERE ELSE!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE, PLEASE GO SOHOHOHOMEWHERE EHEHEHEHEHELSE!!”

Bakugou laughed. “What’s wrong? Can’t take it here anymore? But I want to hear you laugh, Kirishima.”

“I AHAHAHAHAHAHAM LAHAHAHAHAHAUGHING!!” Kiri screamed, his arms flailing wildly above him. “BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAKUGOU!!”

“Honestly, I’m just trying to find the technique that will make you bring your arms down to stop me,” the blonde said with a shrug. “So I can make it worse.”

Kiri’s laughter was wild already, and they were only a few minutes in. He squealed and shrieked and thrashed and kicked but – somehow – kept his arms above him the entire time. Bakugou was impressed. That had to take serious effort on his part.

Now, how to break that concentration?

He’d tried kneading, pinching, and raking – all obviously effective forms of ticklish torture. But nothing had made Kiri’s fight-or-flight instinct kick in the way he’d hoped it would. What was he missing?

“Oh, I think I know what will drive you nuts.” Bakugou laughed, suddenly leaning down to blow the longest raspberry he could manage on Kirishima’s bottom ribs. Sure enough, not a whole second had gone by before he felt Kiri’s hands grabbing at his hair frantically.

“NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA DOHOHOHOHOHON’T DO THAHAHAHAHAHAHAT!!”

“Well, well. I told you to keep your arms up.” Bakugou smirked, grabbing Kiri’s wrists and pinning them to the mattress by his sides. “Now I’ll have to punish you.”

Kiri gasped for breath while he could, his eyes wide and cheeks pink and hair wild, but behind it all, it was obvious to Bakugou that his best friend was having the time of his life. He couldn’t believe he’d made him wait this long. Made him practically beg for something as simple as a good tickling.

“Y-You’re gonna…b-break me,” Kiri stammered between breaths of air, sounding surprised. “I w-won’t be able to…to take it at this rate!”

“That’s the idea, isn’t it? You wanted me to destroy you, right?”

Kiri beamed. “Yeah.”

“Still good to go?”

“Yeah!”

Bakugou took a big breath, then blew another raspberry. Then another, then another, then another. Then he got to work absolutely destroying Kirishima with tickle torture, digging into his underarms and sides and hips and knees and feet, but especially his ribs, until the minutes added up and added up for nearly an hour, and by the time they were done Kirishima was laughing so hard his voice was giving out and tears streamed down his cheeks and he was pounding the mattress as desperately as he could to gain some shred of mercy from the tickle monster that was Katsuki Bakugou.

And when it was all over and Bakugou finally relented, Kirishima kept giggling even without the tickling stimulation, shaking his head in disbelief and gasping for oxygen. “I c-can’t…breheheathe…”

“You asked for it,” Bakugou reminded him, but he couldn’t help but grin at the mess he’d made of his closest friend. “And I promise, the next time you ask for it, I won’t hesitate to do this to you again. And again and again. As many times as you ask for it, I’ll destroy you, Kiri.”

“W-What about…playful tickles…?”

“Those, too.” Bakugou nodded. “I swear I’ll stop being an idiot about this. You ask, I’ll answer. I promise. I won’t ever let you give me the silent treatment again. I’ll be a best friend worthy of the title.” He wanted to cringe at himself for saying it, but it was all true, and besides that, Kirishima’s response was more than worth it.

“You were already a great best friend,” the redhead replied tiredly, lifting his head off the pillow to grin at him. “This just makes you that much better. Thank you, Katsuki. Seriously.”

Bakugou swallowed, feeling a little awkward due to all the sentiment in the room. He nudged Kiri’s leg. “Thanks for putting up with me. I don’t deserve it.”

“Sure you do. You’re a little rough around the edges but you’re a cool dude, King Explosion Murder.”

Bakugou’s lips twitched. “I told you if you called me that again there would be consequences.”

“Yeah?” Kiri chuckled. He leveled a clear, challenging smirk at the blonde. “Prove it.”

[darth-does-stuff]

triggers: divorce mention, divorce implied, divorce, bullying mention and implied, logan having a bit of a sucky day, crying, lying to your kid a bit, chipped tooth/injury, shouting, hiding your emotions a tiny bit

there is some sensitive stuff in here so be careful guys!! if you don’t like any of this stuff please don’t force yourself to read it!! tell me if anything needs to be added to the triggers please

Prologue

Age - 7

The boy clutched the straps of his backpack, looking down at his shoes. He didn’t look up until he heard a voice calling his name.

“-gan! Logan! Bud, over here!”

Logan looked up, a smile slowly spreading over his face as he saw his mother. He started speed-walking towards her.

“Bye, Logan! Have a great day!” he heard his 2nd grade teacher call out behind him.

“Bye, Mr. Keller. You too,” he said absently, already half-running towards his mom.

His mom crouched down to his height, engulfing him in a hug. “Hey, bud. How was your day?” she held him out at arms length to look at him.

“It was, um, really good!” he grinned widely, showing off his chipped tooth. Emillia’s expression instantly transformed into one of concern.

“How did you get it? Are you okay? Are you hurt?” she held his jaw gently and moved his head from side to side, inspecting the chipped tooth.

“I’m fine. It doesn’t-doesn’t, um, hurt,” Logan stuttered slightly, looking back down at his shoes.

“How’d you get it?” she repeated, a worried look in her eyes. Logan stayed silent for a moment before answering.

“I was just--I was like drinking from the water fountain. Cause-cause I was thirsty and then I, uh, I don’t know what really happened. I was just drinking and then suddenly I hit my mouth against the...the um…” Logan struggled to find the word that he was looking for, “The thing that you drink out of,” the 7 year old looked up at his mom, the latter nodding and motioning for him to continue.

“And I look down and I see that part of my--my tooth is just lying there and I-I kinda freaked out a bit,” Logan chewed his lip, rubbing his arm.

“And I’m guessing you told a teacher?” his mother asked gently. Logan nodded furiously, so much that Emillia was worried his head would fall off.

“Okay, then. I’m proud of you for doing that, alright bud?” she smiled, brushing a lock of blonde hair out of his eyes. “How about we go get some lunch to make up for this bad day, yeah?”

“It wasn’t bad,” Logan protested, “It was just...not...good…” he trailed off.

“Lo, buddy. Not good means bad. And you’ve had a bad day. And you know what? That’s okay. We all have bad days and they’re just a part of life. Now how about some lunch, huh?” Emillia grinned.

Age - 11

Logan inspected his chipped tooth, groaning inwardly as he thought of the ridiculing he would face for it. He ran a hand through his hair, letting out an audible sigh.

“Logan, bud, hurry up, please! I don’t want you to be late for your first day!” he heard his mother shout. He glanced one more time at his chipped tooth before walking out of the bathroom.

“I’m not 7 anymore, Mama. You don’t need to call me ‘bud’,” Logan grumbled, green eyes staring directly at the ground.

His mother smiled, a tinge of sadness in it, “Doesn’t matter what age you are, you’ll always be my little bud.”

Emillia ruffled her son’s hair, grinning happily now. “And, c’mon! It’s your first day of middle school! Aren’t you excited?”

Logan mumbled something, rubbing his fingers with his thumb, a nervous habit of his. Emillia noticed it and she frowned slightly.

“What’s wrong, Lo? Are you nervous?” she asked gently. Logan nodded wordlessly. “Why?”

“It’s just, um, my...tooth. I don’t wanna be made fun of,” he mumbled.

“Oh, buddy,” she said softly, eyebrows knitted together. “I’m sure nobody will even notice it. Even then, they won’t care about it. And if anybody makes fun of you for it, tell me, okay?”

“Okay, Mama,” he said quietly. “Okay.”

She kissed his forehead before ruffling his hair, smiling gently.

“Where’s Papa?” Logan asked suddenly, a thought coming to him. Emillia’s smile became slightly strained.

“Oh, he’s still staying at that motel for some important business, mkay?” she tried to keep a cheery expression, hating to lie to her kid.

“Oh...I just thought--” Logan stopped himself suddenly, chewing his lip. “Okay.”

“Now let’s get you to school, alright, bud?”

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Logan flopped onto his bed, groaning. His first day was a mess. First, he forgot his locker combination for like 5 minutes. Next, he couldn’t get the dang thing open. And then, to top it all off, he had noticed a couple of 7th graders pointing at his tooth! Well, he thinks that they were.

Logan rolled over onto his back, running a hand down his face. He knew he had said that he would tell his mom if anybody makes fun of his tooth, but he didn’t feel like bothering her. Maybe next time he would, but not now.

Across the hall in her bedroom, Emillia looked at the divorce papers and wondered how she was going to tell Logan.

Age - 11 (2 weeks after 6th grade started)

Logan slung his backpack off his shoulder, setting it on the floor. He slipped his shoes off and slumped against the door, sighing. The blonde then looked up curiously as he heard no sound in the house, not his mother greeting him, no noises coming from the kitchen, nada.

Logan walked through the house and saw his mother’s bedroom door closed. He knocked on it tentatively, “Ma, you good?”

He heard a chair scraping against the floor and some clatter before the door opening, showing a slightly disheveled Emillia.

“Oh, hey, Lo. How was school?” she asked, her tired state seeping into her voice.

“It was...fine. Are you--are you alright, Mama?” Logan asked, chewing his lip.

“I--I don’t know, Lolo. Why don’t you wait in the kitchen for me? I’ll be along shortly, alright?” Emillia smiled tiredly.

Logan nodded hesitantly, “Al-alright, Ma.”

The 6th grader glanced one more time at his mom before walking to the kitchen, a thousand questions swirling around in his mind.

Did something bad happen? Was Ma okay? Was Papa okay? Sure, Pa was a little distant at times but Logan still cared about him--

His thoughts were cut short by his mother walking into the kitchen, sitting across from him at the table. She rubbed her eyes, sighing deeply before she began talking.

“Logan, bud, I don’t know how to make this easier for you. But I’m just gonna say it. Me and your father are going to get a divorce.”

Logan recoiled slightly in shock. “Divorce like...you’re not going to be together anymore?” he asked slowly, not wanting it to be true.

Emillia nodded wordlessly.

“But--but you’re soulmates! You’re supposed to-to be together forever, right? Isn’t that what soulmates are?” he asked, a touch of desperation entering his voice.

Emillia winced slightly, intertwining her hands.

“Lo, you know there’s different kinds of soulmates right? Platonic, romantic, etcetera.”

“Aren’t you and Pa romantic ones?” Logan asked, confused.

“Well, yes. We are. But even though soulmates are designated by…by the universe and fate. It’s up to those soulmates to put in the time and work to form a relationship and make it last. And sometimes, it still doesn’t work out, no matter how hard you try.”

“So—so you’re saying that everything I’ve known about soulmates is a lie?” Logan’s voice shook slightly, the glistening of tears shining in his eyes.

“Oh, Lo, buddy. No, no. That’s not what I’m saying at all!”

“You just said that soulmates don’t even work out!” Logan shouted, not wanting to accept what was happening.

“No, that’s not what I’m saying, bud! It’s just that—“ she struggled to find the right words.

“So you and Pa don’t love each other anymore?” Logan asked abruptly, fighting to hold back tears.

“I—it was a mutual thing. We just gradually fell out of love and we both decided that this was best.” Emillia’s shoulders slumped.

Logan stayed silent for a moment. “So what’s going to happen?” he asked in a broken voice, finally accepting the inevitable.

“Your father is gonna be staying at a different apartment. And…we are too,” Emillia said quietly.

The 11 year old frowned slightly, not understanding. “We’re staying in the same apartment as Pa?”

Emillia visibly winced. “No, bud. Me and you are staying in a different apartment from Pa. We decided it would be best if you stayed with me.”

Logan chewed his lip before slowly nodding his head, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand.

“Okay,” he said hoarsely, “Okay.”

He sniffled a bit, looking down.

Emillia stood up and walked over to him, kissing Logan on the forehead. “I love you, Lo. And I’m really sorry about this whole situation. I know it’s hard for you. But remember, I’m here for you. I always will be.”

Emillia, not knowing what else to say, went back into her bedroom.

Logan, now having nobody around to hide it from, finally let the tears fall.

[brazil-hinata]

caught in between: pt. one—trouble

pairing: miya osamu (or maybe atsumu) x f! reader

genre: a cliché title for a cliché story, love triangle between the miya twins, a tiny angst??, mutual pining maybe??, slowburn???, but mostly something light and fluffy and crack

setting: third year of high school, inarizaki high

wc: 1.5k

warnings: none

Right person, wrong timing.

It had always been like that with Atsumu. Ever since you got to know him, the chemistry between you two was just right. Even if none of you had confessed, you both know that the feelings are mutual. Heck, even the entire volleyball team knows you and Atsumu are head over heels for each other.

But the timing was just never right. At least not before. But now that the two of you are seniors, him going to v-league and you to university, mayhaps this time, nothing else can stop the two of you.

*Flashback*

First year of high school.

It bummed you so much that you ended up in the worst class of your year. You were aiming to be in class 7, but because you were sleep-deprived when you took your entrance exam, you didn’t realize that your answers were one space off; which earned you a place in class 1. But it wasn’t as bad as you thought. Being seatmates with Samu and Suna, you naturally got closer with them. At first you thought you wouldn’t click as you have opposing interests, but they’re actually very chill and shares the same vibe as you.

Before you know it, you’ve been spending your Saturdays in the Miya’s household together with Rintarou playing some Xbox and eating some chips. Although you’ve always seen Atsumu in the hallways and you’re close to his twin, it wasn’t until you’ve visited their house that you’ve really spoken to him.

“Whose that nerd?” Was the first thing you’ve heard the moment you step foot in their house. There’s nothing wrong with being a nerd, but Atsumu’s tone was just so condescending and judgy that it pissed you off so much. Besides, you don’t even look like a nerd.

“Y/N, meet the inferior twin and my asshole of a brother, Atsumu. Atsumu, meet Y/N.” Osamu said as he takes off his shoes.

“Oh, hey Y/N.” Atsumu said again, this time more politely.

Instead of acknowledging Atsumu, you decided to be passive-aggressive and speak to the superior twin.

“Dang, samu, how the heck can you tolerate someone like him?” You said loud enough which made Samu smirked and Atsumu’s face crumpled.

“Hey! I heard that!” Atsumu said loudly. Meanwhile Suna is already in the sofa choosing which game to play.

“You started it!” You shouted back.

*End of flashback*

Since then, it’s as if you and Atsumu can’t and won’t stop bickering, even in the stupidest things. Before you know it, he’s already making you laugh. Before you know it, your usual hangouts of four became just you and him. Before you know it, you’ve fallen head over heels for him. Second year came, and finally, you moved to the advanced class. Despite that, you’re still close with Samu and Rin; but your bond with Atsumu was simply incomparable.

But you never dared make any move, and neither did he. Both of you were too career-focused, him with volleyball, you with academics. You knew deep inside that making a move will just ruin the wonderful bond you have right now.

You were brought back to reality when you heard Atsumu called your name.

“Y/N!” He shouted through the hallways.

And there he was, the most beautiful person you’ve ever known. Your lips automatically flashed a wide grin at the sight of him.

“Tsumu!”

You saw him pushing his hair back as he walked towards you. You know him so well that you know he’s doing that to look cool. Well, it was cool, until he tripped over his untied shoelace that turned his face a deep shade of crimson and you bursting out laughing.

“H-hey, y-you okay?” You said between your laughs. It was coming to the point that you can’t breathe anymore.

“J-just help me up, ‘kay?!”

“Oh, dear Atsumu. You’re already in your third year and you’re still just as lame.”

“S-shut up! I’m not lame! I’m the captain of the volleyball team.”

“Yeah, sure, let’s just say that.” You said as you two sat in a bench on the schoolgrounds.

“Hey!”

“Anyway, have you chosen which team are you going to? Are you going to the same team as Rin? I heard from him that it’s division one.” You changed the subject before Atsumu starts another bickering session.

“Nah, Raijin’s in Hiroshima. That’s too far.”

“So you’re just gonna choose a lesser team ‘cause you don’t wanna leave this place?” You know he wouldn’t do this. But you just love to tease and edge him every chance you get.

“Who says I’m choosing a lesser team? If there’s really no good team here then of course I’ll leave. But it just so happens that I received an offer from MSBY, also a division one. And they’re based here.” He said as a smirk formed in his face.

“So… you’re choosing MSBY?”

“Yeah. Their spikers seem pretty to play with. I can’t wait to use Oliver Barnes! And even if he’s a dramatic ass, I wanna try playing with Bokuto too.” He said as his eyes light up talking about the sport he loved most, which made you smile. You could listen to him talk about volleyball all day.

“Why is it so hard for you to leave Kansai anyway?” You asked out of curiosity.

“There’s a lot of reasons to stay.” He said as he stares at your eyes intently and sincerely, which made your heart race. You didn’t want to assume, but he’s saying it as if youare one of the reasons he’s staying.

“A-anyway! I have an interview in Osaka Uni next week!” You said as you wanted to cut off the tension that’s forming.

“Really? Congrats! Though I’ve always known you’d get it!” And to your surprise, he hugged you.

“Tsumu! It’s just an interview! It doesn’t mean that I’m already in!”

“Whatever, the moment they see how impressive you are, I know you’re already in.”

“Tch. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, shall we?”

Your conversation was cut off when the school bell rang, signaling the end of the 10-minute break.

“Hey Tsumu, let go!” You said as he was still hugging you.

“Now that we’re finally achieving our dreams, I think it’s time we talk about us.” He whispered, and then kissed your forehead, before quickly walking away, leaving you dumbfounded in the middle of schoolgrounds.

You were five minutes late to class, but you didn’t pay no mind. You didn’t even know how you walked. All you know is that you’re in cloud nine and you’re floating.

You were smiling like a fool all throughout the day. When lunchtime came, you and Atsumu were unusually quiet and would just steal glances at each other, then smile afterwards as the five of you (You, Suna, The Twins, and Ginjima) eat together.

“Did something happen between the two of you?” Ginjima asked, pertaining to you two.

“Nothing.”

“Not at all.”

The two of you said simultaneously. Realizing you said it at the same time, you and Atsumu grinned at each other again.

“Oh, shut up. Something happened. What is it?” Suna followed up.

“It’s nothing, really. I just got an interview from Osaka University.” And Atsumu kissed me in the forehead. You said, trying your best not to look too happy.

“Aye! Congrats!” Ginjima said as you brofist the three of them.

“How about you? Why are YOU so happy?” Samu asked his twin suspiciously.

“Geez! Is it a crime to be happy now?!” Atsumu’s dramatic ass counters.

“I decided I’m going to MSBY!”

“Damn, that means you’re still saying here?” Samu.

“Oh shut up, Samu! I know you can’t live without me!”

“Pretty sure YER the one who can’t live without me.”

*****

It was long after lunch and you were on your way to the Science lab, your last class of the day. When you reached the lab, you were surprised to see Osamu standing just beside the door, the top three buttons of his shirt unopened.

“Samu! What are you doing here?”

“I was waiting for you.”

“Waiting for me, why?”

“I wanted to borrow a pencil.”

“You do realize you could have just borrowed one of your classmates, right?”

“Well, you have the best pencil collection…”

“Tch. Here you go. Now go back to class before you get late.”

“Yes Ma’am. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to learn a lot.” Samu said as he opened the door for you while smirking.

Then suddenly your heart was beating crazy and your knees was weakening. You know Samu is not the smiley type, but in your two years of friendship, you have seen him smile and smirk from time to time, so it wasn’t an unusual sight to see.

So WHY, after many, many months, are you going crazy over Osamu’s smile like a fool? Is it because he shares the same face as atsumu? Or worse, did you just develop a crush on him?

Oh Gosh.

And for the first time since senior year started, you didn’t listen to what your teacher was explaining.

[moved-danganronpamess]

Nagito reacting to his motherly fem!s/o calling him their "hope" and giving him all the love she's been craving to give him after a long day of school? headcanons please! Thank youu

Anon, are we spiritually connected?? Motherly/affectionate s/o’s are my favorite kind of readers... and Nagito is my favorite character... anon ily

(DANG IT, i’ve realized the texting thing looks fine on website tumblr but is screwed on mobile tumblr,, guys forgive me pls)

Dearie, thank you for requesting! Remember to prioritize yourself, health, and wellbeing lovely!! 💗 - Mod Mikan who is a HUGE Nagito simp

Nagito With a Motherly! S/O Who Pampers Him After a Long Day

You had always had a motherly personality - fussing and checking up with your loved ones, always offering to help others and give advice. When you met Nagito at Hope’s Peak Academy and heard how much he despised himself, your instincts immediately kicked in. You worried about how quick he was to praise others but quicker to insult himself. Even before the two of you began dating, you constantly reminded him about how great he was and shot down any attempts of self deprecation. When you two were finally official, the affection just tripled. Good morning and night texts, hugs, kisses, you name it! You even had to start making homemade lunches for the boy because he had a bad habit of skipping meals.

Normally the two of you would take the bus and walk to school together, but today was different. He wasn’t there at the bus stop this morning and when you texted him, he didn’t respond. So now you were panicking at school, worried that something happened to your boyfriend. You had even made his favorite food today… 

Eventually class began, but you could hardly focus. How could you, you had no idea where your lover was?! You kept making sneaky glances at your phone in hopes of seeing it light up with a notification from Nagito, but to no avail. You sighed and crossed your fingers that he was ok. You really wanted to give him his good morning kiss and hug!!

Your first period class had ended and you began walking to your next one, clutching your phone sadly when you felt it vibrate in your hand. You stopped dead in your tracks when you saw Nagito had finally responded! Quickly you scrolled down from the multitude of texts you’d spammed him with.

you

nagito where r u???                                                                                                bb pls respond im worried 🥺                                                                                  istg ur getting bombarded with love as soon as i see u again

💗my hope💗

Hello there (Name!)                                                                                                  It’s pathetic trash like me made you worry..                                                            But I’m just fine! Just some bad luck today!

Your heart squeezed as you frowned. That made sense, his luck usually caused stuff like this to happen unfortunately. There was one time he got hit by a car on his way to school and you never cried so much before. Just thinking about it gave you a heart attack. Quickly you typed back a response, eyes glued to your phone, muttering apologies to whoever you bumped into. 

you                                                                                                                       no its ok bby i was just wanted to make sure u were alright 💗                          also ur not trash!!! i made ur fav food today too love <3

💗my hope💗

Haha, to think someone like me would hear such words…                                    Truly, I’m lucky! I’ll see you at lunch, my hope!

You grinned as you made your way to your next class, eagerly waiting for lunch to come. When the bell rang, you quickly grabbed your stuff and made a mad dash for the rooftop. (The mutual choice of place to spend your lunch period, sometimes people would give you weird looks for spending time with Nagito, which made him apologize and try to leave, much to your dismay.) You began to wait, and wait, but there was no sign of your partner. You frowned again and sent a quick text to him. Maybe if you roamed the school you could find him? You skipped around the halls, glancing at your phone every now and then for any new texts. Soon you were in front of the principal’s office when you heard a lecturing voice inside.

“Komaeda, I can’t even count the number of times you’ve come in late because of some unthinkable scenario…”

“Haha… it's just my luck has been acting up lately sir.”

You frowned for probably the hundredth time that day, it felt impolite to eavesdrop but your heart hurt for your boyfriend. You wished that people would take the time to understand him, he can’t control his luck! You huffed as you walked away, a new mission developing in your head - Operation Give Nagito a Bunch of Love After School.

After school, you patiently stood at the entrance of the academy when you finally saw your boyfriend exit. Your heart began pounding as you bounced excitedly, your boyfriend on the other hand, seemed pleased to see you as well but also tired.

“Nagito, baby!” You called as you rushed over to him and immediately cradled him into your chest, not caring who saw or heard. He was very tall, so would normally be a bit hard, but he was used to your affectionate nature. You began petting his hair and placing soft kisses on his head.

“Ah, to be held by you after today… the bad luck was worth it,” he melted into your embrace.

“Love, let’s go home, ok? Then you can tell me all about your day.” With a bit of encouragement from you, Nagito reluctantly released you from his grasp. You grabbed his cold hand and squeezed it as to not make him feel lonely, and the two of you ventured to the bus stop. On the bus, you didn’t stop giving him love, he deserved it 24/7! You let him place his head on your shoulder and cuddle your side. You spoke in a soothing voice as you told him about your day, which was quite uneventful without Nagito.

As soon as the two of you reached your house, you forced him onto the couch with some warm blankets and began drying his hair. For some reason it was wet, something must have splashed him this morning you assumed. Nagito naturally leaned his head back, your fingers felt so good in his hair.

“Darling, do you want to talk about today?”

Nagito’s content expression twitched as he sighed. “It’s nothing too important… just woke up late, missed the bus and got splashed by some water when it drove past…” he continued to list off the things that happened to him with his usual casual voice, as if it was no big deal. “But I’m sure I made you wait, morning time and lunch time I left you by yourself. You should stop paying attention to trash like me and find some more reliable company-”

“Nagito, you’re not trash, ok?” You paused drying his hair and came around to sit next to him. “You’re not just anyone to me - you’re my boyfriend. I will wait for you however long it takes, I will care and love you for the rest of my life. You are my hope, Nagito.”

Nagito looked shocked. “I’m… your hope?”

“Of course you are! You always call me your hope, why wouldn’t you be mine?” you teased, peppering his face with kisses.

“I-I… thank you.”

“Come here, baby. Lie down.” You braced your back on the edge of the couch and motioned to Nagito to lay down on you. Nagito eagerly took the opportunity, burying his face in your soft chest. His cold skin was a nice contrast to your warmth. You eased him out of his school jacket so both of you would have as much skin to skin contact as possible. Your legs intertwined with his, as you began to place kisses from his jawline to his neck, making him whine in pleasure.

“I’m the one whose supposed to taking care of you-”

“Shh… it’s my job too. You’ve had a long day… just relax in my arms and forget about it, my love.”

He didn’t put up much of a protest as he continued to nuzzle into your chest. “My hope, thank you for loving someone li-,” he paused and changed his line of thought, “for loving me. I… I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you. I love you so much-”

“I’m not going away, Nagi… I’m staying right by your side forever, no matter what happens. Now… take a nap, babe. I’ll be right here when you wake up…”

[rhapsodyinprogress]

top five j/d moments?

YEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS MY MOMENT HAS ARRIVED. These will be, I think, largely predictable, but here we go.

5. “I wouldn’t stop for red lights” - Look y’all this one can’t NOT make the list. It is THE quintessential J/D moment. The whole conversation though, not just that one (beautiful iconic) line. From “Joshua, Josh, Josh” “What’s happening right now?” to the way Josh’s face changes when he hears that Donna was in a car accident he knew nothing about, this is the most beautiful scene between two people who love each other very much but can’t say those precise words, so they say it a bunch of other ways. It’s hecking perfect.

4. The Art and Artistry of Alpine Skiing - The book, the note, Donna’s reaction to the note, Josh’s reaction to Donna’s reaction to the note, the hug, the shoulder nuzzle, the way Donna smiles at the book when she thinks Josh isn’t looking, the fact that Josh IS looking, every part of this moment is wonderful AND it’s the moment that establishes the ship as a mutual, real thing.

3. Every single interaction in Holy Night - (Including the ones Josh has with Leo). This episode is peak Pining on Josh’s part and I love it especially BECAUSE it’s Josh’s turn to feel Feelings that he can’t do ANYTHING about. He’s just absolutely so dead gone. Like done forever, knock-him-down-with-a-feather in love and he’s FLAILING and Donna, like, suspects that he is but she’s not sure and when she’s trying to get him to confirm he just WON’T TAKE THE HINT. And this is the drama I live for. 

2. Donna goes into surgery - First of all, Janel and Brad do every bit of their acting with their dang EYES because the other half of their faces are covered with a mask or ventilator, Janel can’t even bloody TALK, and yet they say a hundred different things. Like, look, I could pick a zillion moments from the Gaza arc because it basically ruins my life, but I picked this one for the following reasons: 1 - she’s about to go into potentially life-threatening surgery and Donna ASKS FOR JOSH. Not her mom, not her handsome Irish fling, JOSH, 2 - the surgery is to repair the thing that literally killed Josh’s dad, so he’s fucking TERRIFIED but when he sees how afraid Donna is, Josh is calm and reassuring and I’M LITERALLY TEARING UP THINKING ABOUT IT. Also, when Josh says “it’s gonna be okay” Donna makes this tiny little squeaking noise? That shatter my heart?!?!? AND THEN THE WAY SHE’S AFRAID TO LET GO OF HIS HAND??!?!? Dead, I’m dead.

1. The Santos-won-the-election hug - I talked about the moment immediately before this hug, and then straight out of that perfect instance of stillness, two little hands appear on Josh’s shoulders and he doesn’t even have to turn around to know it’s Donna, and everything about this win becomes 200 times better because Donna is there with him. After Gaza and her quitting and the rocky road back to being friends, and then all the HOLY CRAP I LOVE HER HOLY CRAP I KISSED HER HOLY CRAP SHE WANTS TO SLEEP WITH ME HOLY CRAP WE SLEPT TOGETHER in his moment of ultimate victory Donna is there and the way he just wraps his whole body around her and doesn’t let go is like... yeah. 

Top 5 Anything Asks!

[psycoweeb]

Amber/Momo Yaoyorozu

Color Prompt: Amber(Most of this was meant to happen in front of a fire...)

Fluff☁

Warnings: Tooth rotting fluff, cheesy confession, hiking, and my bad writing ❤

Disclaimer: I do not own bnha or any of its characters. Only the story written below.

A/N: I am SO SORRY this took so long! To make a long story short I basically dropped all of my hobbies in order to focus on the last bit of my school semester😅

It's litterly 12am rn so sorry if it seems a bit off at the end (this fic DEFINITELY did not go the way I planned😂I kina like it tho)

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You tried to keep up as you walked the trail, ducking and dodging branches. 'Why am I here again?' you thought starting to feel your fatigue slowly building.

It was nearing the end of class when Aizawa sensei randomly announced a surprise four day "field trip" that would take place two days later, and it wasn't an option. We ended up rushing to get our parents permission, and pack up.

You were pulled out of your thoughts as you heard Mina groaning loudly. "FINALLY!" The pink haired girl exclaimed sounding relieved. She had good reason to be, Aizawa Sensei had the entire class take a SIX HOUR hike instead of taking the bus up the very obvious road.

You dragged yourself to the clearing along with the rest of the class toward Aizawa sensei, who some how made it up before all of you. And didn't seem the least bit tired??? After giving the class a few hours to rest, thank goodness, Aizawa sensei stood up to speak.

"I'm glad to see you all made it in one piece, however I can't promise you'll leave that way" Everyone internally groaned at this. "starting today we have survival training" He said with a bored expression.

Iida stepped forward, confused by his teachers statment "With all do respect sir, why would we need that type of training? We'll most likely be working as heros in the city, correct?"

"While that may be true" The teacher said turning to him "we don't want other incidents like the USJ. We don't know the extent of their power, therefore we dont know where or how far they can teleport someone. And it was made clear how much you all are lacking in this type of environment at the training camp"

He continued "None of you are used to fighting in a closed off environment with obstacles everywhere you turn, that's what this training camps main objective is, to get you ready for anything. Today we have survival lessons and tomorrow we work on combat, we'll switch off between the days. That means you have two days to learn how to survive in a forest and two days to learn combat in a forest, good luck"

~~•∆(Timeskip by: Momo's delightful tea∆•~~

Everyone sat in silence waiting for their teachers instruction... And by silence I mean bakusqaud was quoting vines while Bakubro yells at them to shut up. (but with more✨𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠✨)

Dekusquad was thinking about random strategies they should use if they were ever ambushed (don't jinx it) while also thinking about what they would eat once they get back.

And the rest of the class are sitting in silence minus some mumbling about cold soba and a few poems.

At some point, in the middle of all this, Midoriya decides it's been long enough. "It seems like Aizawa sensei doesn't have any intention of helping us figure out what to do"

"I do believe it's time that we take charge of the situation." Said Iida "yeah but who?" Kirishima asked quizzically

"What do you mean? " Ojiro inquires

"Who should take charge?" You nodded at his answer

"He has a point" You started "It would be to chaotic if we all 'took charge' of ourselves."

"I vote Iida and Momo!" Hagakure beamed "They aren't the class president and vice president for nothing!" she exclaimed, running over to hug Momo's arm.

"Yeah that sounds good"

"I have no qualms with it"

"Yeah"

"I don't see why not"

"I can get behind that"

Mutual agreeance flowed over the crowd of teens in the form of nods and over exclaimed confirmation.

"Okay then" Momo said, sounding slightly nervous.

"ALL RIGHT THEN" exclaimed Iida unconsciously chopping the air, beginning to bark out a few plans and ideas.

×ו∆Timeskip by: Mina's killer moves∆•××

You walk through the trees, glancing around at the ground every once in awhile to make sure you're not skipping over any decently sized sticks.

"How many do you have so far?" You yelled out, not in any particular direction.

"Not enough" Momo yelled back, obviously preoccupied with finding sticks big enough for the fire you both were tasked with building. And by fire you mean bonfire, I mean, it is meant for about 22 people.

So you were kind of disappointed when you found out Momo couldn't use her quirk to make your jobs easier since sticks were considered living things.

You continued to walk forward until you came across a log with a few decent sized sticks protruding from the sides. You snapped them off the log, deciding what you had combined was enough, you both quickly started heading back the direction you came, hoping to get back before it gets dark.

Now, listen. The camp was generally pretty big. I mean, it IS meant for 21 students plus 1 teacher. That being said... why couldn't you find it?!?

You DID come from this direction... RIGHT???

Or.. Was it that way....oh no

"Whats wrong?" Momo walked a bit closer, noticing your hesitant steps.

"Oh nothin', just got a bit turned around" Your voice got higher, trying, and failing, to brush off her question

"Wait so...we're lost???"

"Hey! I never said 'lost'...but uh" You cleared your throat "Yes"

And that my friend... Is when panic set in. You'll never be able to graduate or even try to beat Bakugo and his damn near perfect grades!

"Um... Y/N"

Forget about being a hero! You can't even save YOUR SELF! FrOm TrEeS!

"Uhh"

I'll never be able tell her

That.. That is when you made the worst mistake of your life, you looked at her.

And saw Momo's confused, borderline sad face. You had been speaking out loud this whole time.

'Well, I was mumbling what are the chances she ACTUALLY understood what I was saying??? Maybe I could play it off?'

"Tell who what?"

'Dang it!'

You thought you were packing before? Ohh you haven't seen anything yet!

This is the WORST time to confess! It's not romantic AT ALL and your covered head to toe in sweat! And now, you either have to confess your undying love for the girl you and been borderline stalking for MONTHS! Or let her go on believing something that MY NOT EVEN BE TRUE!

You took in a sharp breath. "Well" She gestured for you to continue "There's this girl, she's smart, pretty, nice, well tempered, a good leader, and most likely WAY out of my league... " You had started rambling "A-and I kind of have a massive crush on her... "

With every word Momo's face slowly fell until she was completely looking at the ground

"Well, it sounds like you really like her"

"I do" You looked toward the sky dreamily

'Wait.She doesn't think. She couldn't really. Oh no.. '

You stopped dead in your tracks and turned toward your classmate.

There is NO WAY are you letting the classic: mIsuNDErsTAnDInG tRouPE get in the way of you possibly being able to get a date with the girl you've had a crush on for basically the whole school year!

"Momo Yaoyorozu!" You unintentionally shouted with sudden confidence. She jumped in surprise "You are the most amazing person I have had the pleasure of meeting and will no doubt become an even more amazing Hero"

You paused "I don't want to end this year knowing that I had the chance to have someone so beautiful in my life, possibly forever, and passed it up." You grabbed her hands and looked into her eyes, she was blushing... HARD.

You low key felt proud of yourself. "Momo, YOU are the girl I like. Would you please consider becoming my girlfriend?" You could feel her grip on your hands tighten.

"Do you really think I'm all those things?" She mumbled. "Of course" You answered without thinking, a confused look on your face.

"Strong, stubborn, creative," She spoke softly, gaining confidence with every word.

"good looking, encouraging, and always able to calm down a bad situation while still being able to bring energy into a room just by walking in"

"That's what you are to me." She was now looking you in the eyes. A bright smile on her face. "So when you ask me if I would consider being your girlfriend, the answer is, I already have. And there is nothing I want more"

Your eyes we're now glossed over with tears, but you didn't feel embarrassed because you could see that hers were too.

You both started to lean in and closed your eyes. Soon enough your lips met. It was as if time had stopped. As if the universe itself wanted to sit and appreciate the beautiful and unforgettable moment.

Even when you consider everything that happened that you didn't exactly enjoy. Even though you were still lost and BAKUGOU of all people was sent to find you. That was the most memorable and magical night you had ever experienced as a student of UA.

[sammy-gvf]

Buckys Pin

- IMAGINE/ONESHOT-

40s!Bucky Barnes x reader

Age restriction : None

Warnings : None, just pure fluff

Preface -

Bucky’s last night at home.

The year was 1943.

Brooklyn was beautiful this time of year. There was so much to do in town on the warm summer nights, it was like a dream. Tonight though, I am seeing my sweetheart Bucky and we are going to the Stark Expo, something about the future of technology. I could care less about the contents of the expo though, it’s my last night with James.

Sergeant James Barnes is set to leave for the Army, the 107th. Shipping out to England tomorrow.

It was hard enough to see him go for bootcamp, now who knows the next time he will be home.

Bucky has been my man for a long time, even since before the whole draft thing. He is such a beautiful person, a gentleman. We have gone on countless dates and have had many beautiful moments together, I just hope that he is safe when he is away. I can't bear to lose him. Ever.

I will write to him every day. Every. Single. Day.

It's almost 6 oclock, I should probably get ready.

I slip on a beautiful but comfortable dress. It's a blue floral knee length dress that puffs out a little down near the waist with a little plunge in the front. I just know my father is going to make a fuss.

It's my last night with Bucky, I might as well dress a little special for him.

I finish up my hair letting the curls fall down to my shoulder, fluffing them up with a comb and the final touch, hairspray of course. Perfume and a little powder with a red lip should finish the look.

I suddenly hear a knock at the door.

“ Dang it, what time is it “ You start to rush around to find a clock around you.

You check the time. 6:00 on the dot

“ Bucky is always on time, not a bad quality” You say to yourself chuckling, grabbing your things and putting your shoes on.

You grab your blue cardigan and clutch, heading out your bedroom door and into the living room. You get to the living room, looking to the front door where your father and Bucky are standing there talking. Your parents and Bucky have always gotten along for the past 5 years of your dating Bucky. Never a problem, only when he would bring you home late from dancing, which was fine with you. Dancing was your guy's thing, the swaying and the subtle touch of Bucky's hands around your waist just made you feel like you were on cloud nine. Above the clouds, never wanting to come down. Slow dancing was intimate with him, you could smell his cologne and feel his freshly shaved face against your cool skin. You always closed your eyes and wondered how you got so lucky with such a down to earth man. Your hands touch and you lay your head on his shoulder, relaxing against him as you sway along to the beat of the music. His hand in yours, caressing the skin of your hand with his thumbs. He is yours.

Bucky and your dad turn around and turn towards you, both of their faces lighting up with glowing smiles. Bucky has a bouquet of flowers in hand, special for you. Your father knew it was the last time you were seeing Bucky for a long time, so he let a hug and kiss slide in front of him. He knew his little girl's heart was going to be missing a piece of her heart the minute Bucky drops you off at home after your date.

“ You look absolutely stunning doll” Bucky says to you as you give him a wide toothed smile, he always knew how to make you feel like you outshined the other girls

He hands you the bouquet of red roses and you quickly give it to your father to put in a vase.

“ Oh! I forgot to get something for you, hold on just a minute Buck” You say as you shove your clutch into Bucky's hand to hold real quick, him letting out a chuckle and you rush off to your room.

You were going to give him a necklace you had made for him. A sort of parting gift.

It’s a beautiful gold link chain necklace with a circle locket with a picture of you on one side of the locket and on the other side, a picture of you and Bucky.

Something to help him keep you close to him, even during combat. So he knows you are always with him no matter what. No matter where he goes.

You rush out of your room to see your father and Bucky talking on the couch, roses in a vase on the table in front of them making the room smell beautifully. Bucky rises and shakes your fathers hand and you give your father a kiss on the cheek. You take Bucky's hand and he guides you to his car, he opens the door for you and helps you get in.

“ Doll, we are going to have a wonderful night together, I don't want to see you upset.” Bucky says turning towards you while he buckles himself in.

You start to tear up a little bit knowing that this is it. You just have to hold it in.

“ It just feels surreal, you know?” You say looking at him. He has the most beautiful blue eyes you have ever seen. Everytime he looks at you, his eyes sparkle and you just get lost in them.

“ I know, love.” He says as he raises his hand to caress your cheek where one single tear is finding its way down your skin. The skin of his hand is soft but there's always going to be a certain roughness to them.

You raise your hand to his and hold it as he holds his hand to your face, still holding your slender cheek. Sharing a moment, you just sit there in silence.

He pulls his hand away gently from your face and puts the keys in the ignition.

“We are going to be late, we should get going baby” He says, giving a sort of smirk to you which instantly makes you smile.

“Yeah, you’re right.” You say as you put your seatbelt on, the car starts up and you hear a faint song on the radio, it's quite low.

You guys arrive shortly after being on the road for about 15 minutes, you get out and the sight in front of you makes your eyes glow.

It really is something like you have never seen before. Bright lights and extravagant displays in cases around you as you walk around together, marveling at the stuff on display. Bucky is especially interested in the flying car that Howard Stark is working on.

You continue to walk around with Bucky, looking up at him as you walk together to get glimpses of his beautiful side profile. His hair is hidden by his hat, he has the most beautiful soft brown locks that are always combed to the side to look sleek. His cheekbones are prominent and his pink lips are perfectly soft and plump on their own, his cupids bow is what ties his lips together.

As the night starts to end, you start to realize that you need to give him what you brought with you.

You are sitting on a bench together, people watching like you guys usually do when you go for a picnic with him in the park.

“Did you have fun?” You ask him, he grabs your hand and holds it in his with both hands wrapped around your small hands.

“ Of course,I did. This is how I wanted to spend my last night, with you by my side experiencing what I have left of civilian life.” He says smiling at you, he suddenly gets closer to you holding your hand with his right hand and he slips his left over your shoulder, pulling you close to him.

You lay your head on his shoulder, taking in the world around you. The smells of candy floss and popcorn fill the air, intoxicating your lungs. You slowly put your hand in your pocket as you watch bucky, who is still staring out into the distance admiring the view in front of him.

“I want to give you something, love.” You say, he turns to you and has a smug expression on his face. You hand him the box and you wait to see his reaction.

“ Go ahead, open it” You say nervously.

Bucky slowly opens the box and takes the chain out of it. He holds it up looking at it with admiration, as if he has never received something so beautiful like this.

“Open it, Buck” You say. He opens the locket and starts to get teary eyed, knowing that you put a lot of thought into your gift. He turns to you and gives you a gentle kiss and then stands you both up. He towers over you. He takes your hands and gives you the locket, he turns around and motions you to put it on him. You do with no hesitation. He turns around to face you, taking your hands and looking into your eyes.

“Doll, I love you with every fiber of my being. I will wear this every single day and touch it every time I need a reminder of my girl. You are so perfect and more than I have ever deserved.”

Bucky says, he brings you closer and brings you in for a hug that turns into a bit of a slow dance, the music in the background adding an ambiance.

After the song has ended, you pull away from each other and walk to the car hand in hand, reveling in the moments you have left together.

The ride home is silent but there's a mutual understanding in the air. Not of anger or sadness but of enjoying eachothers company, just being within distance of each other brings a feeling of comfort.

You reach the door of your house and you two just stand there together holding hands. Your father said to be home by 10, it's 9:50. You have only 10 minutes left with your lover boy.

“Buck, I-” You start to say but you are cut off by a soft kiss, his hands are caressing your cheeks and your hands wander up to hold his jaw. You feel as though the kiss lasted forever but it only lasted about a minute, you just wanted it to last a lifetime. He backs up from your face slowly, taking in your soft features.

You start to get visibly upset but you're trying to hold it in for him.

“ Babydoll, I just want you to remember all the good times we have had. Remember when we made Steve ride the Cyclone at Coney Island and he threw up everywhere? Or when we first met? God, I thought I saw an angel in those high school hallways. Steve had to hit me to come back to earth. I had to muster up the courage to come ask you on a date. It was the best decision I have and ever will make. You looked ravishing in the dress you chose to wear when we went dancing for the first time, I almost lost my cool. Not in a bad way, just wanted to pick you up and twirl you around and kiss ya. I’m not leaving forever, doll. I will be back for you, love.” He says holding your face.

You chuckle through the tears that are falling down your cheeks, taking a moment to calm down, you step away for a second to look at your watch on your wrist. The clock strikes 10 o’clock.

You turn around suddenly and give Bucky the tightest hug you could muster up, squeezing him with all your might, never wanting to let up. You pull back and give him a passionate kiss, hoping it will last forever but you start seeing movement in your house. You pull away from Bucky and touch his chest where his pins are. You sneakily take a pin that's on his collar and he just takes a minute to chuckle and let you think you did something sneaky.

The door opens revealing your father and mother.

Bucky turns to you, giving you one final kiss on the cheek.

“Goodnight,doll. Sleep well. I love you. See you soon.” He says to you. All you can do is mouth back “ I love you more, goodbye” to him. You feel like if you mutter one word, you'll completely lose it.

You slowly turn to face your parents and you hear him scream out

“ It's not goodbye doll, it’s see you later.” He says. You stand there with your parents as you watch him drive off.

You hold the pin to your heart, keeping it close always.

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WOW. This was the longest by far. I just hope that you all like the fluff that bucky has to offer!

Please let me know if you would like to be tagged in my writing!! I should be making a masterlist soon.

AS ALWAYS, dont forget to like/reblog/comment !

Tags - @buckysdolls , @local-spacegirl , @ladyfallonavenger , @nerdy-depressed , @youcancallmeishita , @not-another-fangirl

[enha-woodzies]

this is a mutuals mention game! u need to mention one or more mutuals that come to your mind at first when you read the following words (per word): flower, angel, love, chocolate, sweet, cute, gorgeous, fun, sun, moon and stars 💓

it's been a while since i've got another one of these... and i know i should just tag my moots but i can't go on without stating why cos there are valid reasons as to why i've thought of them that way. soo,, here we go~

🌼 flower :: @berrywoo i can't stress this enough you've always been a flower to me besides your name ofc and you're an icon of growth and genuine beauty. no matter how much people trample down on you, you still rise up with strength and beauty and humility. you show them your true self and how we all can be very vulnerable despite feeling all sunshine-y and you definitely put them where they rightfully belong. words can't even explain how pure you are 😘 i just love you so much

👼 angel :: @fluffi ayee pumpkin~ ma child <33 always exuding a bright beam of light and softness, a precious lil one 🥺 goal-directed and driven and what else? needs no effort to brighten up your day, it's just so easy with her that you'll end your day always full and happy :))) mwaa

❤️ love :: @en-amours besides the url lol i love how jo and i can go deep into our conversations and talking with her always makes me feel this kind of depth and solace + this sentimental vibe where just a mere presence of her can totally make you feel at ease. jo always have a lot to say abt things but they're usually not the general knowledge that you'll get from her. her words and sentiments often carry a lot of emotions and meanings. she's so raw with her thoughts and i loooveee that so much. i know we still have a long way to go to build up a much tighter bond but i can already say these with ease cos jo, you are a gem and i'm always in awe and in comfort talking to you 💛

🍫 chocolate :: @jakeysim gill, my babyghorl, she reminds me of chocolate mainly because she has a lot of energy and emotions 一 like a chocolate 🙃 you get that feeling when you take a bite off a chocolate bar and you suddenly feel a rush of different sweetness at once? like it may not look like it has a lot to offer but when you indulge yourself in it, you get a whole package maam. you get what i mean? like she's more than what meets the eye. she's not the typical "what you see is what you get" cos she's a WHOLE lot more 😉

🍭 sweet :: @en-sun wifey <33 ohh nani 🥺 mi precious luvv, always so supportive and sweet and thoughtful ughh might have ants biting me soon cos she hella saccharine sweet my teeth cant even >< she never fails to brighten up my day even when she was still my adorable emoji anon 🥺 she's just ultimately friendly and genuine, man

🧸 cute :: @chuunie aaaaa yuriii my other unofficial child lmao very very supportive and energetic and ofc, i cant leave adorable out now, can i? this loving being pls i feel like yuri's pretty jumpy in person and i would just shower this little cutie with lotsa hugs right away. cuddles >>> & @vrsace-niki my babykins!! very endearing and genuine 🥺 literally feel like biting or pinching your cheeks everytime we talk oh god cmere childddd i wanna wrap you up like a burrito and hug you so tight with my legs around your burrito body 😭

✨ gorgeous :: @entypens ooohh angel, my my, dont get me wrong all of my mooties are exceptionally gorg she a beaut and a gem, ya girl be slayin' all day and i'll be like "damn, that's my girl right there" proud mom right here yall !! at this point i cant keep track of how many children i have on this hellsite JFBHS

🤪 fun :: @soyatenada bee !! this person right here maam. very enthusiastic when her interactive mode's on. she's very analytical and deep too! such a great listener and a person with heaps of genuine feedbacks and advices. very curious and exciting like maam, your energy bar pls take it slow imma have to catch up JFHHS

☀️ sun :: @angeljungwon haziebub! she just exudes warmth and comfort 😌 it feels so easy and relaxing talking to hazel, like you can approach her at any time of the day and scream at her about something that made your stomach do backflips ykwim babe 😉 and she would immediately ride in the vibe and get along with your silliness or whatever... until the vibe dies out cos my energy is very limited pls im a hag

🌙 moon :: @miffythoughts eyyy miffy~ i totally loveeee miffy's appreciation to the wonderful, little things in life. i get that a lot of people do cos i myself adore little things as much as yall can imagine but there's something with the way miffy portrays those details and emotions. she just gets that feeling and i am in awe of how intricate she goes into describing these beauties. she's very deep and beautiful, inside and out. she knows what she's doing and what she's talking about and just... w o w her mind ykno 🤯 i kinda wanna live there rent free even just for a day. lemme peek through those intricacies you mold into masterpieces hun !!

🌟 stars :: @serendipitysung andiii, ma lifesaver andi HAHA andi sure is a bright jewel. she seems timid sometimes and in other times, she's loud. but she's just right 😉 she doesn't say much but you'll always have this sense of security and safety cos you know she's just right there beside you, no words needed to let you know that. i enjoy her feedbacks and appreciation and support towards my writing endeavors and how she's always so nice it feels like she embraces you in warmth and comfort that you just wanna snurfle under her chin and stay there because dang, feels so homey might wanna camp in here along with the sweetest aroma from fragrant candles surrounding around <33

[i-need-entertainment]

Sweet Home Hyogo: Chapter 2  You’ve got to be KIDDING ME

Chapter 1-Chapter 3

The drive to Hyogo was quiet, and pretty therapeutic honestly. Looking at the green rolling hills always seemed to calm Y/n’s nerves a teenager, and that doesn’t seem to have changed with age. It was about 4:00 in the afternoon or evening (idk what that counts as) and the sun was still in the sky, seeing as it was June. Everything was going fine, Y/n was rehearsing what she’d say to her husband as she was also trying to calm herself down.

Everything was going great, until, *Hissssssss* Y/n’s eyes widened as she quickly pulled her car over. ‘no.no no no no. No! This Can NOT be happening!’ Y/n quickly got out of her car, coughing at the steam that was now coming from her hood. She walked a fair distance away from the car and pulled out her phone, calling the local mechanic to send a tow-truck. She got off the phone and groaned, sliding a hand down her face, the stress from the day about to make her burst into tears. 

“Fancy seein’ you here.” Y/n winces at the all too familiar accented voice before she plasters a fake smile on her face, “Please, the pleasures all mine.” Kita scoffed at the woman in front of him before looking at her smoking car. “Car troubles?” Y/n rolled her eyes. “Yup. But I already have a mechanic so you can just go- Wait. No don’t go YOU need to do something first.” Kita raised a brow at his spouse and crossed his arms over his chest 

“I do?” Y/n hummed before rummaging through her purse for the yellow folder she had come to despise. Y/n put on another fake smile before walking over and handing him the folder. “Your signature, please and thank you.” Kita wearily took the folder, opened it, and skimmed over it before closing it and placing back in his dear wife’s hands. “I’ve told you time and time again, No.” Y/n huffed “Okay but WHY?! We literally haven’t spoken for y e a r s, let alone spent one night under the same roof! Just, *sigh* sign the dang paper, please.“ 

Kita looked at Y/n, before turning around and heading back to his truck. “I touldja my answer countless times Y/n. I’m not signin’ any papers.” Y/n whined in frustration, hands coming up to grip at her hair. “UGHH This canNOT be happening!” Y/n groaned. Kita simply hopped back into the driver’s side of the red pick up truck and looked at her through the rolled down window on the passengers side. “Now, I take it the tow truck won’t be here for what? ‘Nother 2 hours?” Y/n begrudgingly nodded, eyeing the light haired man suspiciously. 

“You can either stay ‘ere till its dark, or I can drop ya at home. You chose. Don’t really affect me either way.” Y/n weighed her options before groaning again and opening the passengers side door, setting her purse on the floorboard and shutting her door before buckling her seat belt. The ride to Y/n’s childhood home was…awkward to say the least. Neither party was too keen on speaking, nor starting conversation for that matter, but the silence was deafening. 

They were driving for about 5 minutes when something shined into Kita’s eyes, he was about to ask Y/n to move her phone, but when he looked over he quickly shut his mouth. Realizing it wasn’t her phone that was making the reflection, but a ring. On her left ring finger. A ring he knew wasn’t the one he had gotten her all those years ago. ‘oh…so that’s why she’s so eager t’get divorced.’ He looked back towards the road, deciding not to comment on it…not yet anyways. Ignoring the pang of pain he felt shoot through his heart, Kita let out a breath before speaking. 

“So,” Y/n turned her head away from the window to look at him. “This the only reason yer back home?” He said as he nodded down to the folder shoved in her purse. Y/n nodded. “Yeah…” Kita hummed. “Yer folks know yer home yet?” Y/n squirmed in her seat before looking at him, meeting his golden brown gaze. “No…no body here knows. Well, at least other than you.” Kita nodded. “Well, till yer car gets fixed, which with it as serious as it is it’ll prolly be ‘bout two weeks before ya can go back. I’ll drop ya off at yer parent’s house. I’d take ya back to our house, but it’s not really ours anymore now is it?” Y/n winced at the words that came out of his mouth, realizing just how bad her situation really was. “My parents house will be fine.” Y/n said as she crossed her arms and turned, looking out of the window. 

Unknowingly she started to fiddle with her engagement ring…uh oh. Quickly but quietly she slipped it off and into her purse, desperately hoping he hadn’t seen it. But…surely he would have said something, right? Of course he would! In the 20+ years you’ve known this man, he’s always been blunt, almost to a fault. But you grew to see it as one of his best features. Shinsuke was always honest, not brutally, but truthful. He was always calm and collected, and great at giving advice! You loved Shinsuke, you really did! But…things got hard…you both were going through rough times, and instead of turning to each other for comfort, you turned on each other. At the time, leaving seemed to be Y/n’s only option out. It was the ‘easy way out’ yes, but when her head was always spinning and she felt suffocated, the best option seemed to be to just…start over. 

So, when 2 years later she was working for a successful company and living her best life, and a wonderful and sweet guy just came into her life…she didn’t have it in her to turn him down. Not when the feelings were mutual! She hated not telling Akaashi about this, and she felt terrible! But what could she do? Waltz into his home and casually tell him that the whole time you’ve been dating you’ve been married? How about how your name is still Y/n Kita? How you haven’t really ever gotten over your first love…You can’t just tell him that it’ll break him! But you can’t just not tell him either…My, my, what a tangled web we weave indeed. 

Deciding to not bring it up at all Y/n continued to face the window while Kita continued to face the road, silence once again overtaking the red pick up truck. 10 more minutes and they had made it to Y/n’s childhood home. Nostalgia filled her soul as she hopped out of the truck and grabbed her purse. Y/n sighed, shoulders slumping with defeat as she turned around to look at Kita through the still open window. “Thanks…for driving me. But don’t think this is over, you will sign those papers!” Kita just waved her off before restarting the engine, looking up to her with that small charming, sweet smirk “Don’t worry ‘bout it. And I can guarantee ya, that won’t be happenin’.” 

He started pulling out of the driveway before sticking his head out of the window and, “besides, you’ve got bigger things to worry ‘bout.” He yelled as he left the L/n residence and drove back to his home. Y/n glared at the truck as he drove away. ‘Oh…it’s on Shinsuke! This isn’t o-‘ Y/n’s thoughts were interrupted by a sweet voice echoing through her ears, a voice she had missed very much. “Y/n?” 

Y/n whipped around to see her mom and dad coming out of the front door. “Y/n s’that you honey?” Y/n’s face held a lopsided grin as she nodded, “Hey mom, Hey dad” She barely finished her sentence before she was captured in a bone crushing hug by her parents. It seems like a nice moment, a sweet and innocent moment, unfortunately that was the calm before the storm. Y/n knew that, Kita knew that and Mr. L/n knew it. ‘that brat’