messing with my asks

mismatchedgreensocks  asked:

When Robbie and Sportacus first start dating; Robbie gets very self-concious about the whole thing and never really touches Sport in public 'cause he doesn't want to mess it up or do something wrong. Sportacus, when he realizes this, starts to initiate hand-holding with Robbie all the time. Sees Robbie walking? Joins him and holds hands. Robbie is standing off to the side watching the kids? Sport watches and holds his hand. Robbie sleeping on the bench? Grabs hand, leans in, and smooches.

HanD HOldIng is My WEaknESs pLEaSE stoP

GOD imagine the first time Robbie’s the one to initiate the hand holding tho. Like, he’s become so used to it that as soon as he sees Sportacus he just takes his hand like it’s nothing and doesn’t even realize what he did until he see the Super Big Smile on Sport’s face.

That’s so fluffy I could jump into it from an airship and be perfectly fine Thank You So Very Much

Commissions

Hey beautiful peeps! I’m having some money issues right now. I got my phone ‘fixed’ today for £90 after cracking it a few weeks ago but its actually made the problem worse, now i cant tye with it and the hues are all fucked up. I’m worried its gonna cost me a lot more to get that issue fixed too.
Sooo I was hoping I could offer some comissions!
I dont have a paypal yet, but this post is just to see if anyone would actually WANT to commission me so I can see if there’s any point in making myself a paypal and proper commissions post.

the type of arts I do look like this. It’s in in order of sketches, coloured sketches, lined and then painted:

I also do comics of course and MOSTLY su art. if you wanna see any other examples of my art feel free to look at my art tag. If anyone happens to be interested, please send me a message, ask or like this post! Thankyou<3

anonymous asked:

Noctis likes kissing so he often kisses his bros out of the blue and always pulls away with a shy, adorable face and red swollen lips. Of course, Noctis smirks too because he's a brat and he just feels like it. But all his bros want is to pin Noctis down and fuck him senselessly. Preferably countless of times until the prince bares himself open to them, wet and needy like a little harlot he is.

This is the kind of content that I need anon, this is what I want.

It’s not like the bros would mind sharing, Noctis is theirs and they can share pretty damn well. They are used to it, and Noctis will never let any of them feel left out. He would give every single one of them the attention they deserve and need until they are fully satisfied. Even when they are riding in the mother fucking Regalia.

Maybe the reason why he loves kisses so much is because it is the fastest and easiest way to touch them without being too pushy, it is his way to test his luck. Because even if he’s shy he is for sure a massive tease.

[Ficlet] Happy Secrets

You never know anyone fully. Prompto figured that went double if your best friend’s the crown prince of a doomed kingdom. But secrets are hard to keep hidden when they spend day in and day out in close quarters. Prompto fiddled with the bandana around his wrist. He, if anyone, should know. Gladio sat on the other side of the fire, patching up a shirt that couldn’t have cost him more than a 100 gil. Waste not, want not, he’d say, and sure, what they saved on clothing they could spend on food and shelter. Noctis had flopped down by the tent and sighed when he pulled his boots off to see his wet blue socks specked with blood.

“What’s wrong?” Gladio asked.

“My feet are a mess.” Noctis peeled off one sock and winced.

Gladio looked up at him. He had told Noctis to get another pair of shoes at their last stop, warned him about the pains of walking through wetlands in boots with no give. Prompto turned his attention back to Ignis and the Leiden potatoes when a sermon was imminent.

“Come here,” Gladio said and put his shirt aside.

Prompto saw him dig around in his bag for a first aid kit while Noctis scooted himself closer to Gladio. Prompto could not read the two. There were times when they squabbled on principle alone and then there were other times when they were in harmonious sync for no apparent reason.

Gladio placed Noctis feet on his lap and swabbed the shallow wounds with disinfectant. Noctis hissed at the pain and laid down to cover his face.

“Does it hurt anywhere else?”

“Yeah, the back of the foot. The foot curve. By the toes.” Noctis wiggled his toes until Gladio laughed and pinched his calf.

“Don’t be cheeky.”

“I thought you were into feet.”

Gladio pinched his calf with his whole hand then, sending Noctis into a fit of giggles as he tried to pull his leg back. “Gladio! It tickles!” Whatever else he tried to say faded into laughter.

Prompto considered nudging Ignis to see if he was as surprised, but Ignis seemed to be unraveling a secret of the world in the potato he was chopping into fine cubes. He didn’t bat an eye until Noctis managed to wrestle Gladio down onto the ground. Gladio let out a yell of surprise, but that, too, was submerged in laughter.

“Mind the tent, please,” Ignis said and glanced their way for a brief second. “Prompto, are you done with the carrots?”

Prompto looked down at the potato he was holding and then at Ignis, “I thought you wanted more of these. I’ll get to the carrots right away!” Prompto reached for the carrots. “So, uh, are we just gonna pretend that’s not happening right now?” Prompto asked and pointed at Gladio who currently had a struggling Noctis in an armlock.

Ignis put Prompto’s hand down, “We never point with a knife, unless…”

“Unless there’s a Magitek on the other end of it,” Prompto finished.

The laughter had simmered down into chuckles. Gladio had won their short-lived wrestle match, and yet, Noctis didn’t seem to mind. He placed his hand on Gladio’s cheek for a playful shove, smiling. Gladio grabbed Noctis’ wrist mid-shove and turned his head to place a soft kiss at the base of his hand. It was a blink-and-miss. When Gladio sat back down, he placed his hands around Noctis’ knees in a gentle grasp and pulled him in close. The touching wasn’t new. Out of the three, Gladio was the one to touch Noctis the most. What was new was Noctis’ amused and encouraging reactions to it, the coy smiles and subtle touching of Gladio’s legs when he was pulled in close enough. It was too intimate, like Prompto wasn’t meant to be sneaking glances at them. But then again, they were out in the open, in company, acting like the leading couple of last summer’s blockbuster movie, Finding Juliet.

“I’ve got something for you,” Gladio said and dug into his bag again.

“I’m not wearing those,” Noctis said in the same tone he used to talk about beans.

Gladio held up a pair of the most unfashionable boots to ever exist. Mid-calf boots, band-aid colored, round toe, visible seams, and obvious woolly insides; Prompto could only conclude Gladio had made them himself from scraps of old leather vests and the insides of long lost pillows. Waste not, want not to the extreme. Despite Noctis’ half-hearted protests, Gladio carefully put the brand new shoes on.

“Nice, huh?” Gladio beamed at Noctis’ surprised expression.

“Like feet hugs. Where’d you get them?”

“The lady at the last farm we went to overheard me talking to you about shoes. Said your feet would look like Meldacio cheese after a walk out here. She promised me three other pairs if we go back with a Mighty Barramundi, so that’ll be your time to shine.”

“I always shine, like that song on the radio. How’d it go?” Noctis hummed for a few seconds before he found the melody, much to Gladio’s dismay.

Prompto smiled to himself as he, too, hummed along and chopped the carrots. There were probably a lot of things Noctis kept from him, but as long as those things were happy secrets, Prompto didn’t mind.

goldaest  asked:

SO I'm going to do this 'tell my why you love chen' thing and uhm better prepare urself cause this is going to be ass long and you probably have to put my mess of asks together later on, so sry in advance 😪 WHERE DO I EVEN START OMafgdgs so...I rlly love my angel. I just love everything about him. But let's start with the thing that made me fall for him. His voice...

when he sings basically everything inside of me melts. Ofc his technique is on top but ppl tend to forget that apart of that his tone and the color of his voice itself is just so sweet and beautiful like?? He rlly is one of the vocals that touches my whole entire heart and soul when he sings and he can sing basically everything and every style and make it sound amazing and perfect. This is talent and dedication in its purest form.

Also his personality is just…he’s just so relatable? So funny and whiny and l o u d like pls, when he gets all excited and smiley like a little kid and I feel like I’m going to BURST because he’s just the cutest little bean 🤧 you can have so much fun with him, but you could probably also have rlly meaningful, deep and serious past midnight talks about life, the universe, the moon and the stars with him, just to crack a bad joke and die of laughter afterwards 😪

He’s also so generous and considerate, you can see this in the way he treats his members and how he’s just such a sweet and loving hyung, but also the older members can rely on him a lot. Suho basically lives for making jongdae laugh, and the way he teases him about it is just the cutest thing, cause we all know he would fight EVERYONE who would say sth about suho or the members in general :(  You just can imagine what an amazing person he has to be cause they love and care for him so much.            

he rlly gives out so much love and affection and validation but he wouldn’t accept it if you would give him even the tiniest bit of this love, he would want you to give it to the members or any other person he deeply cares about, cause thats the kind of person he is. That’s how humble and down to earth he is . He gives his most for others but doesn’t see himself as a person that would deserve that kind of treatment and it makes me love him (and sometimes want to punch him) even more. When a fan at a fan sign told him he’s the no 1 vocal? And he pointed at baek saying he’s the no 1? That is SUCH a jongdae thing to do, he rlly loves his brothers so much it makes me >.<      

He rlly just concentrates on making music and he’s always working to improve as an artist, even tho he’s already one of the top vocals! He’s never resting up on all the praise he gets, if he even accepts it. I mean, his goal is to be the best vocalist, probably since he was a lil kid, if this isn’t the sweetest  

His dedication is just something i aspire so much and we all should take an example of him!! He could drop a solo at ANY time but it is important for him to find his own style, to be true to himself and give us the best he can, cause this is how much he cares about us and his music. He takes his music and his goals as an vocalist so serious and i just love him for it :’((      

Also, he worked so hard on his dancing too even tho he’s not a dancer but you can clearly see his improvement since debut and it’s just so heart warming to see that he gives his best in everything he does and always tries to pull out all he has. He rlly gives his most for exo!! He’s so incredibly hard working!! You can absolutely see that, nobody could tell me sth else!!        

Also…I. Love. His. Laugh. And. His. Cute. Pure. Little. Kitty. Smile. It’s really like the sun is shining when he smiles and I get all this feelings of warmth and happiness and peace and just like…I’m so full of love when I see him being happy and i instantly get happy too, no matter how down and sad I am, when I hear his loud screaming in the background or his even louder whining I’m just thinking…ah well no matter how bad life is, there is still sth to be happy and thankful for like he’s rlly my whole entire world :’( he makes my life so much better just with being his wonderful  angelic self and I’m forever thankful that he shares all this P O S I T I V I T Y and T A L E N T and D E D I C A T I O N with the world and us all cause there would be sth missing in my life without him…just words can’t describe how unbelievably happy he makes me, with the smallest things he does.    

I just want him to live the life he wants, to do everything he dreams of, to live just for himself and nobody else and just being happy and healthy all the time. He’s my precious little bean, the one who matters, the most adorable, handsome, beautiful, ethereal person in the whole wide world and for me nobody can compare, and I just love him with all my heart 💖(x100000)  

There are THOUSAND of things missing here rip but it would take days to write them all down…I’m such a loser for this man (I mean I am anyways) and this is probably the cheesiest thing ahgjfd bare with me pls :((    

why do you love jongdae?

there’s something about even’s little nod in this scene 

because even knows. he’s not oblivious, he notices the way isak reacts to his presence, to him. he’s been noticing him for weeks, weeks before they first met. he saw the way isak was when he came over to his place the previous week, he saw the look in his eyes, the light in his eyes, he saw the way he smiled and laughed, he noticed the changes in his voice. he probably memorized his facial expressions and the things he said last friday. kept replaying them in his mind every single day, in class, before going to bed, when he was with other people 

earlier in that episode, when he came to give isak his snapback, in a matter of seconds, he understood that isak hadn’t told his friends he had gone to his place, he understood that he didn’t want them to know. because he sees and understands. he remembered the cardamom on the cheese toasties five weeks later, how they were sitting on the floor of his room as they ate them, he remembered isak saying he had a drop of water in his throat, he remembered isak talking about parallel universes. because he pays such close attention to isak and the way he looks and moves and speaks and all the things he says

do you think that even, who saw this boy on the first day of school, who was probably looking forward to seeing him even when it was just at school, in public, in rooms and hallways with other students, would not notice how isak was acting? notice the way he’s been looking at him the moment he showed up at his place for the pregame? the way he starred at him when he kissed sonja and looked at him straight in the eyes? how tensed he was as he told him about sonja and how they’d been together for years? the intonation of his voice as he said his okay’s (been together since we were 15. okay. can’t dump her. okay). do you think that even who’s been desperately trying to spend time alone with this boy he was falling for would not notice the smile that spread all over isak’s face when he realized that even was messing with him, the smile he was trying to stop it, in vain? do you think he would not sense his attraction to him? the vulnerability?

of course even notices. and since he came to see isak in his kitchen, he’s only been kidding, pretending not to be serious. but with that little nod, he grows more serious. with that little nod, it’s like he’s saying i see you, i see it, i’ve seen you for a while. it’s reassuring. it’s okay. it’s understanding. i know, isak. i know. me too

Oh, wow. It's Munday already. Put some of these in my askbox and I'll respond OOC.
  • ᄏ: Play any instruments?
  • ω: Have you ever dyed your hair? If so, what color(s)?
  • △: Have you ever painted the walls of your room?
  • 【・ヘ・?】: Ever tripped in front a bunch of people?
  • *: When was the last time you tied your hair up? (if your hair is long enough)
  • 旦: Last time you drove your car (if you can drive/have one)?
  • 愛: Are you currently dating?
  • 太: When it's New Year's, do you make New Year Resolutions and actually commit to them?
  • @: Ever felt attracted to the opposite sex before?
  • 空: Did you ever throw up after one roller coaster ride or a few?
  • ☆: Have you ever played games such as 'Spin the Bottle'?
  • ⊙: Are you happy with where you are in life right now?
  • ピ: Did you like Pokemon as a child?
  • ♪: Do you find yourself singing or humming to yourself sometimes?
  • ☁: Ever wanted to learn a foreign language?
  • ス: Have you ever swallowed gum?
  • ⅚: Post the link if your current favorite song.
  • ღ: Post a gif of what you're currently feeling right now.
  • ≘: Have you ever watched the sun rise?
  • ☄: Would you defend a friend if they were in danger?
  • ➍: Ever been to a concert? Was it fun?
  • ♛: Do you like group projects?
  • 高: How often do you use headphones/earbuds?
  • ಲ: Headphones or earbuds?
  • ♞: Showers or baths?
  • ✗: Walks on the beach or in a forest?
  • ⊙﹏⊙: Which horror movie scared you the most? If any?
  • ^∇^: Has your best friend ever made you angry?
  • (._.): Do you think you are an awkward person?
  • メ: Cupcakes or muffins?
  • ♯: Would you like to be able to fly?
  • ℝ: What color shirt are you currently wearing?
  • Æ: What color underwear did you wear yesterday?
  • ☪: Have you ever flipped off someone?
  • ♬: Cats or dogs?
  • 礼: Would you swim in the lake or ocean?
  • の: Chocolate or Vanilla?
  • ◐: Have you ever seen a meteor shower?
  • ᄇ: Have you ever broken a bone?
  • ℨ: If you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go?
  • ♔: Know the Duck Song? The Llama Song? Banana Phone?
  • ۞: What shows did you watch when you were a child?
  • ▼: Could you live without the internet?
  • Д: Strangest food you've eaten?
  • 까: Cookies or brownies?
Routine (Part 3)

(Camboy AU Parts 1 and 2)

Pairing: Kagehina (NSFW)
Show: Haikyuu!! 
Summary: 

“—it’s three o’clock,” Kageyama says, “on a Thursday. I don’t want beer, I don’t want juice. I want to know why you’re—” he gestures vaguely to Hinata’s whole, squirming torso, “—doing that. What, you got worms? Do you—did you catch something? Have you given me crabs because I swear to god—”

Hinata balks, waving his hands in the space between them to shut Kageyama up.

No, oh my god. I don’t—I don’t have worms, or crabs, or any other…parasites. I’ve just got this, and I’m super excited about it.”

This, as it turns out, is a rumpled piece of paper. Hinata holds it flat on his palm, flicking his eyes between it and Kageyama’s face. He hops a little on his toes, and pushes his hand right up under kageyama’s nose.

“It’s a list!” He goes on. “I thought about it all after our first time, but there was just so much stuff I didn’t wanna forget, so last night, I finally wrote it all down!”

Kageyama blinks down at the wad of paper.

“A…list,” he says slowly. Hinata nods, frantic. “A list of what?”

“Things we can try! Like, you know, sex stuff.”

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braveten  asked:

Yuuri is an electrician / repairman and... oh look.... Victor keeps breaking things... why isn't his lamp working anymore?? His oven, too?

10:00 am. Tuesday, March 14th.

“Katsuki Electrical, Yuuri speaking.”

“Yuuri! It’s Victor!”

Yuuri pinches the bridge of his nose. “Victor. How can I help you this time?”

“What do you mean, this time?”

Yuuri is required to keep track of the house calls he receives, and he doesn’t even need to check his chart to know that this is probably the fourth time Victor Nikiforov of 124 St. Petersburg Lane has called him within the past two weeks. “Absolutely nothing,” replies Yuuri hastily.

“Well, my oven’s not working,” continues Victor, his tone much brighter than it should be for a man whose oven isn’t working. “It’s not heating up.”

“What brand?” asks Yuuri, already half expecting the answer.

“JJ Appliances.”

People honestly have to stop installing JJ appliances in their homes. He receives at least a call a week about one malfunctioning.

“So do you need me to come over there and check it out?”

“Yes, please.”

Yuuri sighs. The first time Victor had called, it had been his kitchen lights flickering incessantly. That had been a more normal request. But then it had been his living room lamp malfunctioning, his microwave not heating up his food–

Because Victor had apparently never changed a lightbulb, nor had he seemed to realize that a microwave needed to be plugged in to work.

The main problem isn’t that Victor is making him come over to his house to fix these bordering-on-ridiculous problems, because Victor still pays him and tips him excessively. No, the problem is that Victor Nikiforov is making him come over to his house, period. Because Victor is terribly attractive, and Yuuri needs to keep it professional, but every time he goes, his neurons snap, and the impulses that should be running toward his brain are instead running wild. And Victor is not subtle.

Yuuri goes to fix the oven anyway.

11:00 am.

Victor Nikiforov is not an idiot. Yuuri knows this because of the bits and pieces that he’s gathered over the past two weeks. Victor likes books, and teaches Russian literature at the local college. Victor knows more about Anton Tchekhov than Yuuri knows about correctly wiring an entire kitchen. Victor knows more about the history of Eastern European art than Yuuri knows about, well, anything. Which is why suspicion has been tickling the back of his neck for a while now.

Yuuri rises up, having fixed the oven (which was actually truly not working), and Victor is standing behind him with a cup of tea.

Victor also knows how to make good tea, with just the right amount of sugar. It smells inviting, like an embrace, and as he takes a sip, the satisfying heat pops and crackles down his throat.

Yuuri thanks him, and Victor nods with a smile.

“I really have to thank you for all the help you’ve given me,” says Victor.

“Oh,” replies Yuuri, and as he looks up, Victor’s eyes are gazing straight into his own, lustrous and warm. “It was nothing.”

“It is something,” says Victor, and he opens his mouth again, a faint smile lining his lips and his cheeks dusted with a pink flush. “Are you busy tomorrow?”

“Got a laundry machine for me to fix?”

“I’ve got something else, if you’ll take it,” says Victor, biting his lip. “Dinner with me?”

“I’ll take it,” says Yuuri.

Tears On Our Tongues

The ride home after the woods

A SnowBaz fic for the Carry On Countdown


Simon

When we get back to the car, we both sit in an extremely awkward silence.  Neither of us seems to know what to do.  After all, that was possibly the most pivotal moment of both of our lives.  Where do we go from here.?

           Lips and tears and heat and fire.

           When I turn to nervously look at Baz, he’s staring straight ahead, his jaw set and his brow heavy.  He’s gripping the steering wheel with both hands, but doesn’t make a move to actually start the car.  Rain is beginning to dot the windshield, and I can see my own breath whisper into the air.

           Baz is so tense, like he’s only just fully realizing what has happened.

           Lips and tears and heat and fire.  His lips on mine.

           “Um,” I murmur, breaking the silence, “do you want me to drive?”

           He blinks like he’s snapped out of a daze and takes a breath.  “No,” he says without looking at me, “it’s fine.”  He turns the key in the ignition, and I notice his hands shaking.

           “Baz,” I reach out and touch his arm without thinking. “I’d really prefer if I drove.”

           He doesn’t flinch at my touch like I expect him to.  He just stares at my hand on his skin with an odd expression, like he’s trying to figure out something complicated.  Like he’s thinking how did that get there?

           It’s not looking like he’s going to move, so I open my door and walk around to the driver’s side, and only then does he actually get out of the car.  He doesn’t look at me as he passes, barely brushing me with his coat on the way.

           When we’re both in our seats, I start the car and turn us around, heading back the way we came.  I turn on the heat because it’s freezing in here, but not the music. As much as I want to break the silence, I can’t ignore the fact that this isn’t just the normal we-kissed-what-now kind of awkward.  This is the you-almost-killed-yourself-and-as-a-result-we-kissed kind of awkward, which is slightly heavier than the normal awkward.

           Lips and tears and heat and fire.  His lips on mine.  Tears on our tongues.

           I sneak a glance at him.  He gazes at the window.  Not out, just at.  

           “You okay?”  I know it’s a stupid question, of course he’s not, but I have to ask.

           He shrugs and very slightly shakes his head.

           “I know it sounds dumb,” I say quietly, “but it’ll be alright.  You’ll be okay.”

           He doesn’t look at me.  I’m starting to wonder if he ever will again.

Baz

I nearly killed us. I nearly sent us both up in flames and then had him against a tree snogging the life out of him.  And here he is asking if I’m okay.

           Point for him though, because I’m not.  Of course not.

           Lips and tears and heat and fire.  His lips on mine.  Tears on our tongues.  His mouth, so full of heat.

           I’m not okay, and now I’ve let him see in graphic detail exactly how not-okay I am.  I could not have made myself more vulnerable in front of him, and the thought makes me want to curl into a ball, erase the whole thing, make it never happen.

           Except for the kissing.  That part can stay.

           Even though I have no idea if he meant it.  It might have been a final attempt to pull me out of my suicidal funk.  Even the kisses after the fire was out were probably just pity kisses, albeit very desperate pity kisses.

           “Baz,” he says quietly, and I feel him glance at me, “how long… um, how long had you wanted… that?”

           “Forever.”  It comes out without a thought.

           “Oh.”

           “Since fifth year.”  Both are true.

           Simon thinks for a moment.  “Why didn’t you say anything?”

           “You had enough reason to hate me.”

           “I don’t hate you.”

           “You did.”

           “I always thought you hated me.”

           “I did,” I nod, “until I loved you.”  His head whips to face me and I scrunch my eyes shut.  I can’t believe I just said that.  “Until I didn’t hate you anymore,” I try to fix it, but I know it’s too late.  It’s out, it’s in the air between us, and it’s going to stay there forever, taunting me with how he’ll never say it back.

           “Baz -”

           “Please,” I grit through my teeth, a tear squeezing out of my eye, “I can’t.”  The tear makes its way down my cheek until it drips into my mouth, and the taste is like Simon.  I will probably forever associate the taste of tears with kissing Simon.

           “Okay,” he whispers, and we’re quiet for the rest of the drive.  I try to keep my sobs silent, but I’m sure he’s hearing them,

           I could have killed him.  If he’d died, it would have been my fault.

           Tears on our tongues.

           When we finally pull into my driveway, I climb out of the car as soon as we’ve stopped.  I hear him call after me, but I don’t pause.  I slam the car door and start stalking towards the house.  It’s so over for me.  I thought I was ready to die in the woods?  I hadn’t been kissed by the boy I love who will never love me. How am I supposed to live with that?

           His footsteps on the driveway are quick like he’s running after me.  I keep moving, tears blurring my vision.

           He catches up to me at the doorstep, throwing himself between me and the door, blocking my entry.

           “Get out of the way, Snow,” I mutter, looking down. We’re under the porch light now, he’ll be able to see what a mess I am, and I can’t look at his expression.

           “Baz, please.”

           “Please what?” I snap.  “What do you want?”

           I make the mistake of glancing at his face and I find tears running down his cheeks.

           “I want you to know that you’ll be okay,” he sobs, “and that I want you to be okay.”

           “I nearly killed you, Snow,” I say, shuddering, “how can you possibly want me to be okay?”

           Lips and tears and heat and fire.  His lips on mine.  Tears on our tongues.  His mouth, so full of heat.  Flames licking at my vision.

           “You wouldn’t have,” he shakes his head, “you were going to spell me away, and for some reason, that’s more upsetting than if you’d tried to kill both of us.”

           “What makes you think I would have saved you?”

           “It was in your eyes.”

           Right now his eyes are full of something I don’t recognize.

           He takes my hand tentatively.  “I need you to know something,” he tells me through his sobs, “because you probably think that it was a sympathy kiss.”

           That’s exactly what I’m thinking.

           “Please never think that.  Never think that the first kiss, or any kisses after that were out of sympathy.  I kissed you because I wanted to, a lot more than I realized.”  He sniffles, his eyes pleading.  “I’d kiss you again right now, and tomorrow morning, and every day after that and none of it would be out of sympathy, and I need you to understand that.”

           I’m shaking like a leaf.  Because I’m tense, because I’m cold, because I’m in some kind of shock, because of Simon’s words.

           “You’d kiss me again?” I choke, unable to believe what I’m hearing.

           He goes pink and he’s smiling and crying and laughing all at once, and I finally recognize what’s in his eyes because it’s exactly the same thing as what’s in mine.

           He doesn’t answer with words.  He stands on tiptoe and takes me by the lapels of my ruined suit, pressing his mouth into mine and it fits like we’ve been doing this forever, like it’s second nature.  His lips taste like tears again and I’m certain that the taste of tears will always be bittersweet to me now, a reminder that no matter how bad it gets, Simon Snow kissed me because he wanted to.

           And he would again.  He is right now.

           And he would tomorrow morning, and every day after that.

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✨ He brings the Sun ✨


For that one anon asking for bokuro fluff to deal with a sad time - I hope you’ll feel better soon! 💕