#what if they kissed... again?

[artisticmesses]

Selfshiptober Day 2: Blanket | Flame

summary: Arata lies about being a smoker as an excuse to talk to Mikoto.

word count: 509 words, 2,833 characters

a/n: this fic was based off of the prompt list by @/sennamybeloved! you can check out the prompt list here. also this is set in T1 Milgram. yet again it's also arata centric.

tagging: @mukuberry

Arata’s personally requested item this week was a lighter. He didn’t smoke. In fact, he never smoked a day in his life. Smoking affects your lungs, which makes you cough. The more time he spends coughing, the less can be spent on painting. That was the reason Arata stayed “straight-edged.” No drinking, no smoking, nothing that could affect his painting progress.

However, he knew that other men in the prison did prefer to smoke. They wouldn’t have a smoke room for nothing. Shidou, Kazui, and Mikoto seemed to hang out together in that room. Arata wondered if they talked about anything or if they sat in silence, taking in each others’ presence. Sometimes, Arata would peek into the room once in a while, pulling back because of the smell of smoke filling his lungs.

“Hah… I guess it’s just not for me.” Arata would raise the lighter to scrap piece of paper. He flicked the lighter a few times, setting the paper alight with a small amount. Arata figured that since he was going to be trapped in the prison for an unforeseen amount of time, his creativity wouldn't stagnate. He figured sketching on a burnt piece of paper would have to do for now.

Knock, Knock, Knock!

Arata quickly turned around, staring at the door. Was it late? Is it late? How long had he'd been working? Oh well... He figured having company could be nice. Arata got up from his seat, letting out a sigh as he approached the door.

"Hello..?" Arata peeked outside of the door, facing a smiling ombre-haired man.

"Ah, hey, Ara-kun! You finally came out! I was wondering what you looked like." Mikoto grinned, waving towards Arata.

"...You wanted to know what I looked like? Oh, jeez, Mikoto-kun. I don't know about that. Why did you want to meet me so badly?" Arata would tilt his head, squinting slightly at Mikoto. Of course, Arata didn't mind that Mikoto was visiting him, he was just... more reclusive than most people.

"Yeah, I mean, you don't really talk, so I had to catch you alone, I guess!" Mikoto would chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck and placing a hand on his hip.

"...I don't have much to say. Even if I did, it wouldn't be that interesting." Arata mumbled, absent-mindedly fumbling with the now extinguished lighter in his hand.

"Oh?" Mikoto looked down at the lighter in Arata's hand, "Well... You know, Kazu-san, Shidou-san, and me... We usually smoke together. If you want to join, I'm sure they wouldn't mind!"

"...I guess, if you say so, Mikoto. I'll think about it. It wouldn't hurt to talk to you.. Or the others more." Arata would look up at Mikoto, a slight smirk on his face.

"Heh, okay, Ara-kun! I'm always here for you!" Mikoto would wave goodbye as he left Arata to his own devices.

Arata closed the door, leaning against it as he looked at the lighter in his hand.

"...Hah, now I'll have to ask Guard-san for cigarettes. I can't be a liar."

[blackkatdraws2]

[Toon x Mobster] A tender moment.

[Animation timelapse here!]

[AUDIO USED:] Chet Baker - Almost Blue Sound Effects edited by me!

[lucabyte]

there's a stranger who sleeps at the foot of your bed

[greatcometcas]

If you feel it, chase it.

[hansoeii]

It's about who.

[98chao]

in this life, there's no room for you and me

[timethehobo]

Thinking about that concept sketch of the companions around the table again. Emmrich’s fancy posing. 🤭

[rainbow-string-tied-me-to-you]

JOEL SMALLISHBEANS, WHEN I GET YOU!!!

[chloesimaginationthings]

I want you to know that because of your art, I now ship Harley Sawyer x Springtrap

Suffer the consequences of your actions

I’m shocked how many of y’all were into these two

[tubbytarchia]

well since smallidarity kissed again I feel like I'm mandated to come back on here to share my artistic rendition

[choccy-milky]

bird in her gilded cage 💙🪽

[ilianitta]

'like that?'

[troublemakingrebel]

[moonyswoony]

Lost and found

Pairing: Five hargreeves x reader

Summary: You an Five discover more than just plants and strawberries in the greenhouse

Warning(s): kissing, fluff, nothing really

“What the hell is this place?” Five muttered, his voice tinged with suspicion.

“Beats me,” you replied, stepping further inside. “But it’s not like we’ve stumbled upon a better place than this one so far.”

The two of you had been on the run for what felt like an eternity. Your attempt to figure out the subway had gone sideways—again—and now you were stuck in this strange, green timeline with no clear path back.

Five stayed close as you ventured deeper into the greenhouse, his sharp eyes scanning every inch. “This doesn’t make sense. None of this should be here.”

You brushed your fingers against a nearby vine, feeling the life pulsing through it. “Maybe this is just a small piece of the world that refused to die.”

Five huffed, the ghost of a smile on his lips. “That, or we’ve stumbled into some kind of twisted fairytale.”

“Great. Does that make you the grumpy old troll under the bridge?” you teased.

“If I’m the troll, that makes you the annoying adventurer who won’t stop asking questions,” he shot back, though his tone was more fond than bitter.

As you explored, you found yourself drawn to a patch of strawberries growing along the far wall. They were perfectly ripe, a vibrant red that stood out against the greens and browns around them. Without thinking, you plucked one and popped it into your mouth, savoring the sweetness.

Five watched with raised eyebrows. “You sure that’s safe?”

“If it’s not, at least I’ll go out with a decent meal,” you replied, plucking another and offering it to him.

He hesitated, then took it, biting into the fruit with a thoughtful expression. “Not bad.”

“High praise from you,” you quipped.

There was a brief, comfortable silence as you both absorbed the strange beauty of this place. The tension that had been winding tighter and tighter over the past few days—or even years—slowly began to ease, the peacefulness of this place working its way into your entire being.

As you wandered deeper, you came across a patch of wildflowers bathed in golden sunlight. You knelt to touch them, their delicate petals soft under your fingers. “This feels like a dream,” you murmured.

“Or a trap,” Five countered, though his voice lacked its usual edge.

You looked up at him, catching an unguarded expression in his eyes,something softer, more vulnerable than you were used to seeing. “Five?”

He stepped closer, the sunlight casting a warm glow across his features. “You’ve always been fearless,” he chuckled,though his voice was quieter than usual.

You blinked in surprise. “What are you talking about? I’m not fearless, I’m—”

“You are,” he insisted. “And I should have told you sooner.”

“Five…”

“I’ve spent so much time trying to fix everything, trying to keep us all alive, that I forgot there are things I want, too,” he said, his gaze pined on you.

His words hit you like a punch to the gut as you realised what he was implying—not in a painful way, but in a way that left you breathless. You had always known there was something between you, a connection that went deeper than partnership or friendship, but his words still had that affect on you.

Without giving yourself time to overthink it, you reached up and pulled him into a kiss. It wasn’t rushed or frantic, but slow and deliberate, a promise in every brush of your lips against his. Five responded in kind, one hand slipping around your waist while the other cupped the back of your neck, holding you close.

The kiss deepened, his tongue teasing your lower lip before slipping into your mouth. You felt your knees weaken as a wave of heat washed over you, your fingers gripping the front of his shirt as if to support yourself. His hand slid down your back, pulling you flush against him as the kiss grew more intense, more desperate.

It was a kiss that spoke of everything you had both been holding back,years of unspoken feelings, of missed opportunities, all coming to the surface in this one, perfect moment.

When you finally broke apart, both of you were breathing hard, your foreheads resting against each other as you tried to catch your breath.

“I love you,” he said, his voice rough but certain.

You smiled, your thumb brushing against his jaw. “I love you too.”

For a moment, you both stood there in silence, the reality of what you had just confessed settling over you like a warm blanket. The world around you didn’t feel as interesting anymore, not when he was in front of you.

Five glanced around at the greenery, his expression contemplative. “You know, we don’t have to leave right away.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You want to stay?”

“Just for a little while,” he admitted, surprising you with the softness in his voice. “It’s been a long time since we’ve had a moment of peace. We could use the rest and some proper food.”

You looked around at the lush greenery, the golden sunlight filtering through the broken skylight, and felt a sense of calm settle over you. “Yeah,” you agreed, smiling up at him. “Let’s stay.”

With that decision made, the tension that had been a constant companion began to melt away. You found a spot to sit, leaning against a wall covered in ivy, and Five joined you, his hand finding yours and holding it tightly.

For the first time in what felt like forever, you let yourself relax. No missions, no timelines, no disasters—just the two of you, in a place that felt almost unreal.

Five squeezed your hand, drawing your attention back to him. “You know,” he said, his voice low and teasing, “if we’re staying here, we might as well make the most of it.”

You grinned, leaning in to kiss him again, this time slower, savoring every second. “I couldn’t agree more.”

[jinikaris]

FELIX | SKZ '5'CLOCK' INVITATION ♡

[yuwuta]

you ask yuuta if he wants a bite of your food and when he says yes you offer your plate to him, but he’s just sat there looking at you with his dumb big bambi boy eyes and his mouth slightly open and he will not look away or blink or close his mouth until you lift your fork to his lips to feed him and then he grins like shit’s sweet and hums about how good the food is like nothing happened like he’s not ridiculously attractive. gonna chew on steel