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anonymous asked:

Mike kissing Will's moles

When it happens, it’s not something that Mike plans - it just sort of happens before he realizes it’s happening.

It’s like this: Mike is holding a comic book above his head, just out of Will’s reach. It’s something he does often these days - teasing Will lightheartedly about their increasing height difference, because he’s not really sure how else to deal with the way his heart can’t seem to keep steady in his chest when he’s next to Will. Will never minds it, though; he’s laughing as he stretches up, attempting to grab the book from Mike’s grasp.

They scuffle playfully for a moment before Mike grabs hold of Will’s wrist and, instead of pushing his arm away as he intends to, he pulls Will closer and presses his lips to the inside of Will’s wrist, right against the mole that sits against the thin skin there. He doesn’t realize it’s happening until he’s already pulling away, Will’s skin a tangible memory against his lips.

Will’s eyes widen and his laughter catches in his throat, coming out as a startled sort of gasp instead.

“I -,” Mike starts to say, but he can’t seem to form a coherent thought. He drops Will’s wrist from his grasp. His palms are sweating.

“Mike,” Will says. He takes a step closer and Mike feels dizzy.

“Yeah?” Mike whispers out.

Will steps closer still, standing up on his tiptoes and looking directly at Mike with eyes that are clear and bright and just slightly unsure. Mike finds that his eyes flutter closed without his permission, and he can feel Will’s breath against the sharp of his jaw, warm and pleasant in the cool air of Mike’s basement.

It’s then that Will reaches up and snatches the comic book out of Mike’s slackened hand with ease, a satisfied laugh cascading from between his lips.

“Got it!” he declares, stepping back just a bit and clutching the book in his fist triumphantly.

Mike opens his eyes and tries to laugh too, but the sound gets stuck somewhere in his throat and the only noise he manages to make is some sort of strangled sigh.

“Guess you win,” he says after a beat, and wonders what it means that Will’s smile goes a little softer, that he steps closer to Mike once more, shoving the rolled up comic book into his jacket pocket like it doesn’t really matter.

“Guess so,” Will replies absently.

He reaches up with a hand that hesitates only slightly, brushes his thumb over the ridge of Mike’s cheekbone, across the line of freckles that live there like a star system littered over warm, pale skin.

And this moment is not the first time that Mike notices the moles at the hollow of Will’s throat, or the one sitting just above the line of Will’s lips - far from it, in fact; he’s noticed them plenty of times - when Will laughs cheerfully with his head thrown back against Mike’s shoulder as they watch a movie together, when he smiles his almost-shy smile as Mike catches his eye from across the lunch table - there’s rarely a time that he’s not noticed them.

But it is the first time that Mike presses his nervous, shaking fingers softly against the skin of Will’s neck, resting there as if to measure if Will’s pulse is racing just as frantically as his own (it is), and it’s absolutely the first time that he leans down and kisses that single mole above his lips - short and sweet and just the slightest bit awkward.

Will giggles happily and starts to say, “you missed,” in a playful sort of voice, but Mike moves down those last few centimeters and cuts him off with a kiss to the lips that shuts him up and distracts him just long enough for Mike to pluck the comic from Will’s pocket.

He pulls back with a mischievous grin and says, “you lose,” in a childish little sing-song voice, bopping will lightly on the nose with the rolled up paper.

Will’s smile doesn’t falter in the slightest as he says, “doesn’t feel like it.”

As Mike grabs Will’s arm and leads him toward the nearby chairs (they do, after all, actually want to read the comic at some point), he rubs his thumb softly over the mole there and can’t, for all the world, keep the smile off of his face.

Shout out to people who don’t go completely non verbal but still choose not to talk because they know talking would waste a lot of energy that they simply don’t have, especially on a low spoons day


Tom Holland:

Distracted By Her Beauty

Surprise Guest

Flirting At Comic Con

She’s Basically All He Talks About

Matching Tattoos

Thanks To Tessa

Getting The Most Candy

If You Can Beat Me

Not Quite What I Expected

Stronger Than You

//Two part fic//
Part one: Turning Flips

Part two: I Won’t Fall

Cuddle All Day

Not In Front aid Of Your Dad

Don’t Want To Sleep Alone

I’ll Show You Around

She’s Sick And I Have To Go

Cuddling With A Cutie

Swearing Like A Sailor

Winning More Than Oscars

He Just Has RBF

Lost At Comic Con

I Miss Everything About Her

All About Her


All For Nothing

The Nanny Series:

The Nanny

Falling For The Nanny

Nanny Bear

Don’t Anger The Nanny

Little Waiter Boy

Party Nanny

Jealous Of The Nanny’s Friend

Peter Parker/Spider-Man

So Please Don’t Leave Me

Secret Tattoo

//Two part fic//
Part one: Spider-Man Onesie

Part two: Spider-Man Onesie: Alternative

//Two part fic//

Part one:Cat-Girl

Part two: You Were My Cat?


Halloween Everyday

Wonderful Witch

Ghostly Encounters

Don’t Scare Me While I’m Watching AHS

Silent Treatment

I Caught You Cutie

He’s Not That Great

Don’t Laugh But…

Come Back Home

Spilled Coffee

Dating Peter Parker Would Include:

//Two part fic//

Part one: Singing And Dancing To My Milkshake ft. Peter Parker

Part two: Singing And Dancing To Lip Gloss ft. Peter Parker

The Hello Kitty Pants Series:

The Hello Kitty Pants

Guardian Angel

He Saved Me

Late Night Visitor

I Really Like You. A Lot.

The Date

The Holland Twins

You Look Like A Turtle!

Once Upon A Time


Henry Mills

She’s Not An Elf!

Love And Fish Scales

From A Different Book

Accidentally Summoned


Peter Pan

Not Alone Anymore

Grant GustinCelebrity Crush

Barry Allen

You Weren’t Supposed To Hear That

The Dolan Twins

Being The Dolan Twin’s Best Friend Would Include:

Dating Ethan Dolan Would Include:

Dating Grayson Dolan Would Include:

Why I Don’t Write Abuse

Buckle up because I’m crying and having flashbacks so it’s time for Kimmy’s abuse story!

By the way the word trigger is used in this as an actual term for PTSD if you think trigger jokes are funny then please do me a favor and leave I don’t want you here in my bubble.

Why do you write for DL if you are an abuse victim?

Because if I let my abuse get in the way like I have for the past year and a half then I wouldn’t enjoy anything. I know good and goddamn well that Diabolik Lovers is a fandom of sadists, abusers, rapists, and the victims of it. There is no way around that, and yes it has triggered flashbacks in the past when I first started getting into it. I’ve become desensitized to the boys’ behavior and that is the only reason why I can actually sit in this fandom and shrug it off.

I don’t write abusive situation because I unconsciously go through my own situations as I write them. Do you know what it’s like to replay your ex beating you with a metal pipe over and over again just to finish a scenario for someone you don’t even know? No? Then shut it. Yes? Then we’re on the same boat.

A story for the ages is under the cut

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Harry comes into the bakery almost every day trying to woo Louis.

Zayn works out at the gym maybe a little more than necessary so that he can get the chance to watch Liam train.

Niall is the only one who ever checks the mail.

this is a v v smol thank you to all the people ( that would be you who’s reading this who decided to give me a follow? i’m incredibly blessed by your presence and support, and honestly am so happy to be here. i know i don’t talk much on dash or ooc ( something i hope to change ), and i know i’m super fucking slow but. i’m just so grateful that you all thought i was worth clicking the follow button, and then not clicking the unfollow. it means a great deal to me and i hope that i get to know more of you in-depth because it makes me happy to see all of you on my dash. you’re such pure souls that i always want the best for.  

                                                  all my love !!



Because I love this child and he needs more love, especially his relationship with Yuuri ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

While Phichit is an incredibly friendly lovable cinnamon roll, he won’t stand for anything threatening his best friend Yuuri, even if the threat happens to be someone Yuuri loves. Yuuri clearly adores the Victor he knows now (just as much as he idolized the distant figure in the past), but Phichit won’t forget how much Victor hurt Yuuri in the past, unintentional or not.

I headcanon that on top of being a skilled figure skater, Phichit is an academic genius who skipped grades and entered college in Detroit super early where he met Yuuri, which explains their long acquaintance despite the age difference. He is very, VERY protective of Yuuri. I’ll put up a more detailed headcanon post later (and if there’s interest, possibly prequel comic of pre-YOI anime Detroit college days).

Also, extra:



Who am I? I am a girl who loves my island. I’m the girl who loves the sea. It calls me. I am the daughter of the village chief. We are descended from voyagers who found their way across the world, they call me. I’ve delivered us to where we are, I have journeyed farther. I am everything I’ve learned and more, still it calls me…

me, to myself through gritted teeth, after watching a new show and liking literally hundreds of posts relating to it: okay now pick the PERFECT one and ONLY reblog that one because you need to show some goddamn SELF-CONTROL. MAYBE put one in the queue. don’t overdo it this time

me, a day later: hi guys so i’ve switched fandoms,

stay close to me ❄ for annie

all credit goes to the YOI team&nanashinohime