omg it's fic in my ask


few people are asking me about my favorite fics so here are my four fave jamilton fics // click fics for titles 

first name basis by @dan-writes // read this!! omg its one of my fave fics!! cute and angsty

call me whatever you like by @michelleaemerlind // cute washette fic 10/10 rec

what it takes to pass a bill by @midnigtartist // a must read jamilton fic,, come on,,, if u didnt read this,,,,,,,,, come on,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,


kic 3 update

so drinking last night was not the best decision?? i don’t make good decisions???

anyway i’m still fixing up this chapter because reading over it now there are a lot of problems lololol. i don’t wanna keep “dangling” an update in front of your faces though because i know it’s a bummer waiting for an update and not getting it so when the chapter does go up i’ll give like?? a one hour warning? as i put it into ao3 and give a final skim, yeah?? thanks so much for being patient!! i really appreciate not getting pitchfork-y asks about my horrible update timings. i can’t say if it’ll be up by the end of today since i’ll be working on it around my tutoring job so let’s just see how it goes. 

meanwhile, i’ve went ahead and tagged all the little prompts and drabbles i’ve written in kic verse! so u can still revel in kic verse while not really being in kic verse haha lol yikes

anonymous asked:

[[ so i know this is,,, pretty unconventional?? if that's the word, since this is an ask blog and i don't know how common this is but anyways um. would it be a completely awful idea to write a fic based on this college au?? like, using the backstory/universe you created {it'd be for you as well, it wouldn't be like,, deliberately stealing the plot} ]]

(( HOLY CRAP ANON ID LEGIT DIE,,,,,, I WOULD LOVE THAT SO MUCH OH MY GOD please be my guest omg if u have any questions about stuff i might not have answered yet u can dm me here or on my main if ud like its squigglegigs !!!! this made me smile really big that someone besides me likes these silly college boys thank u so much aaaaaa))

anonymous asked:

Hi there! Sorry to bother you, but I was wondering if you could recommend me some Jikook fics? I just read 3 consecutive AMAZING books and I really don't want to start reading something only to be disappointed because it's not as good? And since these 3 include one of your books, I just thought "who can recommend me great fics other than a great writer?".. So yeah.. If it's too troublesome, you don't have to! Thank you, I love you, have a good day!

Ahh omg thank you!! Mind if I ask which one you read? Also if I didn’t limit this list to my top few it would be too long. So here’s all the Jikook from my list of favorite fics of all time!

Well Done! by annafeu 

Running low on provisions to last them through the winter, wolf-pack leader Jungkook captures an unsuspecting rabbit to have for his Christmas dinner.

I had dreams about this for four consecutive nights. It’s horror, so be careful. It’s like…deepweb shit lol. But it’s so good… 

bubbles by bananacookies

With the tip of his tail, Jimin strokes Jungkook’s cheek, feeling the soft skin. A shudder runs throughout his body when a flurry of bubbles escape from Jungkook’s mouth. So gorgeous, so pretty.

Jungkook is his human. Jungkook is his.

Short, sweet, the ending will get you. Anyone who knows me will tell you all I really talk about is about mermaids, so I have high standards for mermaid aus and this one was great! 

Him by PinkBTS

And like the dawn, you woke the world inside of me
You were the brightest shade of sun when I saw you’


“I mean a muse,” explained Yoongi, eyes traveling to Hoseok. “Someone that makes you feel the shots. Not only take them.”

Jeongguk snorted. “You’re just whipped.”

“Maybe,” agreed Yoongi, winking. “But it works.”

Honestly it’s been a while since I read this but I remember it being amazing, and it was in my bookmarks as a rec so it’s one I enjoyed a lot. Just. Just read it I know it’s good.

All the King’s Men by annafeu

Castle servants Jimin and Taehyung find themselves involved in a game with the Crown Prince.

Listen… Remember what I just said about reoccurring dreams from fanfics? This one too. Wow. And it’s by annafeu so you know what you’re getting into by reading it. 

Thirst by pinkmonnie

“Nobody knew that the reason why Bangtan Sonyeondan’s Golden Maknae was so Golden was because he wasn’t exactly human.”

Jungkook has successfully kept his condition under control for many years, until a certain someone’s scent suddenly becomes too overwhelming for him to ignore.

As he begins to lose the firm grip he has on his instincts, the safe and happy world he has built for himself with Bangtan begins to crumble, and he doesn’t know if he has what it takes to keep it together.

One of my favorite Jikooks ever. And it’s not a normal vampire au. Please read it if you have time for a longer fic!

Stop Playing “Hard” to Get by Seungkwan

Jimin asked for an interesting way to meet his soulmate, not 24/7 boners.

But unfortunately, the universe has conspired against him.

Easily one of the funniest fics I’ve read. I’ve read it so many time. 

I keep my bookmarks very organized and all my public ones are ones I’ve read and would recommend. So if you want more, feel free to check there too!

hazyxthoughts  asked:

Can I give you lines too? I really really like your writing :) if it's not much trouble can you make a short drarry fic on this? "Please. You know you liked it."

omg okay, I know I already told you this, but again - thank you so much for sending me this line and asking me to turn it into a drabble? This is the first time that happened!! :D You made me so so happy with this :)
You’re so kind and considerate and you already know I really enjoy your writing, too!! ;) ❤❤

“Stop that!”


“Stop trying to grab my hand!”

“But you’re…”

Harry scowled at Draco.

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anonymous asked:

tucker finding old photos of wash absolutely covered in flour and powdered sugar and such and he slams the album on the table questioning it and wash casually takes a sip of his coffee, while reading the newspaper, "my mom liked to bake with me" and nothing else. tucker then proceeds to ask tons of questions until "if i make you a pie will you STOP?" (its the best god dang pie tucker has ever had)

Agent ‘giveaway  just enough of my past to make people curious but nothing more’ Washington

Lavernius ‘fed up with your mysterious bullshit’ Tucker


@magnass asked: Bernie Wolfe + Who Do You Love (+ Escort!AU)

Everything goes quiet, it’s like I just can’t move
You say I might as well try it, there’s nothing left to lose
Nothing will change if you never choose

THE ELLEN SHOW: The Final Chapter

A/U: So I just want to say thank you to everyone who’s read this monster. You’ve all been so nice and kind over the past 4-5 months and I cannot tell you how nice it’s been having you get excited or upset about what I’ve written. Having someone telling you how invested they are into something you’ve created is an amazing feeling. I’m bittersweet seeing this coming to an end because I only hope I can make something like this again and have you all support it as much as this. But until that day comes I will give one last thank you and say I love you. 

The Ellen Show Master List

<< Previous Chapter |

“Welcome back.” A guy with a headset said to me as I was waiting behind the set. He must have recognized me but I didn’t recognize him.

“Oh thank you for having me.” I smiled before pushing my hair back behind my ear shyly. He then processed to quickly give me a run down but we had both done this so many times now it wasn’t really needed anymore.

I heard my name a few seconds after the guy waved for me to start walking. A few moments later Ed Sheeran’s Galway Girl came over the set and I smiled brightly as I came around the corner. Waving to the audience I walked across the flooring before looking up and seeing Ellen standing up waiting for me.

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  • - asking them to update it
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Tequila (Bucky Fluff)

Hi guys! I’m sorry I haven’t posted in a while. I promise I will post more. I just wrote this one today and I hope you enjoy. DON’T LET THE TITLE FOOL YOU THIS IS PURE FLUFF I just didn’t know what to call it aka story of my life. It’s for @cute-but-psychoxx who asked for a fic based on Say You Won’t Let Go by James Arthur. Guys, I love music requests because I love learning new music! Thank you girl! Hope you enjoy. Happy Friday!

Warnings: drinking, throwing up (it’s not very detailed but still)

AU where Bucky and reader are long time friends who live in the same apartment building. 

In Bucky’s point of view- do y’all like this? feedback always welcome!


“Bucky, Bucky, BUCKY NO!!! No-no-noooooo!” (Y/N)’s screams turned into whines as she saw the last of the tequila slip from the bottle and past my lips. She waddled over to me and slammed her hands on my chest, almost knocking both of us on the floor.

I struggled to keep my balance and swallowed harshly. “What?! I saved you a sip!” I was surprised at how my words slurred, I didn’t think I was that drunk.

I held the bottle out to her which contained just enough liquor to cover the bottom rim. “How generous of you,” she said as she tipped her head back and finished off the bottle. With a victory screech, she tossed the empty glass on the couch and slung her arm around my shoulders. I could feel the devilish smirk on my lips as I wrapped my arms around her waist and dipped her in front of me. Her mouth fell into a wide smile and her bright laugh sent a rush through my veins.

A loud knock on the door made us both freeze. 

“Just ignore it, they’ll go away,” she whispered, her boozy breath fanning over my face. 

As we waited for a sign telling us the knocker had left, I couldn’t stop myself from studying her face. Maybe it was the tequila, or the early morning hour, or the angle I was holding her in, but her lips looked more inviting than usual. Like little cushions that would catch mine if they were to fall. 

Another loud knock made me toss her onto the sofa and walk over to the door. It’s the tequila talking, I thought.

I opened the door to see a very grumpy Mr. Peterson on the other side. The harsh light from the hallway seemed to make his wrinkles double in size. “I understand that you two are having fun, but it is very late, son.”

“Sorry, Mr. Peterson-”

“Mr. P!” (Y/N) yelled from her spot on the sofa. “Do you have any tequila we can borrow? We ran out-”

“We’ll keep it down, Mr. Peterson,” I said closing the door and quietly locking it.

“Well, does he have-” she started.

“Shhhhhh,” I warned, as I sat in the chair closest to her.

“Does he have any tequila we can borrow?” She whispered with her eyes closed and her wrist draped over her forehead. 

“I think we’ve both had enough,” I chuckled, making my words slur even more.

She hummed in agreement and we sat in silence. The kind of comfortable, empty mind silence that only happens when your drunk. 

I don’t know how much time had passed when a loud thump startled me from my non thinking. Her foot had fallen onto the floor and shortly after, her hand landed on my thigh.

“The world is spinning not like on its axis spinning because it’s always actually spinning and we can’t feel it but the world is spinning like I can feel it spinning like I have the spins spinning,” she rambled. 

She groaned loudly until her eyes shot open and her grip tightened on my leg. She got up too fast, sending her spiraling off the couch and onto the floor. I was amazed at how fast she got herself up and ran into the bathroom. My brain finally caught up when I heard the familiar sound of echoed coughing.

“Oh, (Y/N),” I groaned in pity. I shouldn’t have let her drink that much. I stumbled to the bathroom, water bottle and wet towel in hand and knelt by her side. Without my permission, my fingers were drawing patterns into her sleeveless top and messily braiding her hair away from her face like my sisters taught me to do.

My stomach was raging against me, I felt so awful. But then she was laughing.

“I always ruin these kinds of things, huh?” she said over her shoulder. Somehow, her eyes were twinkling and her smile was wide. 

“Yeah,” I joked, handing her the wet cloth and leaning my back up against the tub. 

Once she had cleaned herself up, she chuckled and smacked my shoulder. I winced at the sound of her raw voice. She sighed and situated herself between my legs. “Sorry I’m gross,” she said, leaning against my chest. 

“Not any more gross than usual,” I said, pulling her closer so her legs draped over mine and her head leaned on my shoulder. I felt her laughing against he crook of my neck.

She placed her hand on my chest and rubbed her thumb back and forth. Her movements were so gentle and soft, I could hardly feel them, but she sent me soaring.

“Why don’t you stay here tonight? Sleep on the couch?”

“Nah,” I said. “I can make the trek upstairs. And you should get some rest.” I pulled her hair from her shoulders and gently unwound the messy braid down her back. She sighed and I felt her eyelashes brush against my neck as her eyes closed. 

“Okay. In a minute,” she said.

I continued to play with the ends of her hair while my mind drifted. I could no longer feel any tingling in my limbs and my head wasn’t spinning anymore. I tightened my arms around her as her breathing slowed and deepened and her hand limply fell from my chest.

I had no clue what time it was, but I felt sleep tugging at my eyes. I finally settled for sleeping on the bathroom floor and let my chin rest on (Y/N)’s head as I closed my eyes and tried to figure out when I started falling in love with my best friend.


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anonymous asked:

Hiiii love you blog! I was wondering if you knew of any fics where Stiles knows how to defend himself (with a gun/knife or has some awesome magic skills) and everyone in the pack is shocked? And Derek thinks it's super hot?

i know there are a bunch but I’m so bad at recc’ing stuff omg but check out @theofficialstereklibrary​ they have a giant list of tags and if not you can ask them if they know fics about a certain trope/topic BUT I’m gonna try my hand at this and write a little thing i hope its ok and doesn’t totally suck hope you like this my friend 

also on ao3:

Derek was half-asleep when his phone rang.

“Hello?” he croaked out.

“Sorry to disturb your beauty-sleep big guy but we got a situation,” Stiles’ voice came through the phone, and he sounded about as awake as Derek was.

“Where do I need to be?” he asked as he rolled out of bed, rummaging through his closet for some clean clothes.

“The tree with that creepy marking right at the edge of the town.”

“Ok. Do you need me to pick you up?” he asked.

“No I’m already on my way there.”

Derek hung up, deciding running there would be faster before he closed his front door and took off running.

He arrived at the same time as the rest of the pack, most of them still trying to shake away the sleep.

Stiles arrived moments later, jumping out of the car and running towards the rest of the pack.

“Large witch coven- half a mile from here – gotta catch them now,” he panted out.

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anonymous asked:

Ok but like can you tell me why the fic Dirty Laundry is so popular. Like even my great grandmother read it???? Is it because it was the first Klance fic or??? Whyy? I'm not saying its bad. I love it. But I don't understand why its so popular.

Hii omg first of all whaaaat your great grandmother read it?! Or is that a joke LMAO I can’t tell anyway I’m actually not sure myself!! I remember this was one of the biggest fics that blew up (probably out of any of the fics so far right?) a little after vld released…im going to be honest I tried reading it once and I did not like it because of the ugly stereotypes it had of my race lol. It is not to say that the fic was.bad in itself because I’m assuming it was very good because of how popular it got but reading the way Lance was written I think from the first chapter itself as a Latino myself bothered me I have no patience for fics like that…other than that I think it was the whole fake dating au tthat made it popular too! Hope that answered your question ☺️

yrvaeder  asked:

Omg you're amazing! Can you write klaroline+23? Pretty please!

23: “We bet and you lost, so you have to do it.” 

Nobody asked for Kol, but that’s when he usually shows up lol The part with him is mostly dialogue and then the second part has almost no dialogue, enjoy my weird way of writing xD I apologize for taking so long to get to this <3 Hope u like it!! On ff.

Also, if you want one!

Getting Lost In Your Lips

Kol was looking smug; putting his cards down he smiled victoriously, “Straight flush. I win darling.”

“That’s- no, no no, that’s impossible. You totally cheated didn’t you?” she accused, knowing him too well by now, to understand he’d do anything to win.

“It doesn’t matter either way, you have no proof for that insubstantial and ridiculous claim. Basically what I mean to say is, we bet and you lost, so you have to do it.”

“Ugh, fine. What do I have to do?”

“Simple enough, when my brother comes in, you have to kiss him. No explanation, just a big, wet, sloppy kiss.”

“I am not kissing Elijah, I think Katherine would murder me, and weirdly enough, I’m not in the mood to die.”

“I’m not talking about that prissy, boring suit. The other one Caroline, you know who.”

“I think it’d be a crime, seeing as Henrik is still a minor. In a few years maybe, but not right now.”

“I’m talking about Nik, I want you to kiss Nik.”

“Sorry, I don’t know any Nik’s.” she smiled sweetly, poison dripping from her every word.

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title : blessed
characters : uchiha sarada & tsunade
summary: sarada asks the fifth a favor.
note : it’s a practice fic, because it’s been a long time since i’ve written anything.

it’s not often that sarada chose the godaime to heal her wounds - most of the time, she preferred her mama, or even ino-bachan.

dark eyes watched her glowing hand more carefully, who probably noticed immediately the brittleness of her chakra, compared to sakura’s constant stream of green light. nevertheless the girl did not make any comments if she found the healing more compressed, than her mother’s gentler touch.

and mothers, which tsunade knew very well, had the tendency to prod and pry nonstop to the very last detail of their children’s wounds, much to the consternation of both parties. and tsunade didn’t have the energy, or even the curiosity to ask about the sudden appointment.

but still, it didn’t hurt to try.

“what happened?”

sarada is surprised with the sudden question, but she’s -

“nothing.” the crease of her brows, the frown of her mouth.

- their daughter, through and through. stubborn till the very end.

but tsunade needed not to ask - as the sole uchiha, this girl carries the stigma of being its sole heiress - scuffles with old-had-beens and envious genins six years her senior would be the norm, no matter how beloved sakura is in her village.

she lets the silence seep in between them.

finally, when her fingers brushed against the swell of right cheek, clearing the cluster of bruises blooming beneath her eyes, sarada glared at the floor.

“…i’ll be a better hokage than you.” small fists tightened, eyes brimming with frustrated tears. “i swear.”

the declaration caught her off guard, prompting the fifth to laugh.

“is that so, kid?”

“what’s so funny?”

tsunade fondly drops a kiss on her adoptive great-grand-daughter’s forehead,


Blessings Part Four (Thomas Jefferson x Reader)


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A/N-(So I wrote down a good portion of this in a notebook while wifiless in Colorado AND THEN I LOST THAT NOTEBOOK which is also the notebook that had my epic poly fic in it ugh, but anyway I wasn’t gonna post this until I got that work back, but fuck imma just re write it



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anonymous asked:

Hey, maybe you'll be able to help me with this because it's got me scratching my head. I read a fic recently which was very star trek-esque where Yuuri and Victor had dated in the past, and in the present end up working together (post breakup) on a ship (in space). Yuuri is a nurse, I believe. Can't seem to find this fic again and unfortunately don't remember the title. :(

Omg! I don’t think I’ve read this yet!

Anyone know what this fic is?

anonymous asked:

Hey Jimin what do you think if your tiny hands (They are so cutee)😄

JM: i mean, sometimes im glad my hands are small but sometimes it makes me conscious.. but like, kookie tends to get shook every time i touch him tho.. hehe but thank you! im glad u think its cute… //blushes

(( ok this is like cute yeS, also it was inspired by this jikook fic // pls do read it omg its so fluffy ))

gellalalala  asked:

Hi!! Thank you so much for keeping us updated with awesome yoonmin fics!! I would like to ask if you're familiar with a fic posted on AFF about jimin going to thailand for a month-long vacation and meeting yoongi, who is lives there and works as a tattoo artist. JM basically gets a tattoo then goes into this crazy romance with YG. it's one of the bet YM fics i've read and i'd very much like to read it again. Hope you can help me. Thank you again!!

OMG, I know this fic and I LOVE this fic.  It is Miss Me by Misspeachykeen2012.  It is one of my FAVORITE YM fics.

anonymous asked:

I just started reading On My Love, and OMG, I WAS NOT READY FOR ALL THESE FEELS!!! WHAT IS WITH ALL THESE NINJAS CHOPPING ONIONS. It's so beautifully written, my heart is broken, and I am deceased.

I literally need cpr every time I read that fic ashdlasjhl it’s so beautiful and heartbreaking 

damen-the-fuck-of-a-lifetime  asked:

I have a few things to say: 1) you are a fricking amazing writer. The descriptios, the thoughts the characterization omg 2) can I be selfsh and and request two prompts? 5 and/or 6 for Soukoku cause apparently I love pain and 32 for Shin Soukoku for all of us to recover from the pain? If it's not too much cx 3) can I be even more selfish and ask you to check out my latest Soukoku fic? The last time you reblogeded my art I got so many notes.. Thank you in advance, you're really awesome!

Okay, I finally recovered enough from my slump to do this prompt for you :P And this is 100% present based off of this post you added onto, so many thanks to you, my friend! Please have some soft, domestic Shin Soukoku.

32. This is, by far, the stupidest thing you have ever done.

Akutagawa owns, in this present moment, thirty sweaters and jackets - not including Rashoumon. They’re all in varying shades of blacks and grays, with the exception of the one blue sweater Chuuya had given him for Christmas. (The redhead had spouted some nonsense about it, ‘complimenting the paleness of his skin’ or whatever.) He keeps them in his dresser, all folded the smallest they can be, piled on top of each other and spilling out when opened.

Atsushi asks about them, and Akutagawa can’t bring himself to lie. He confesses his slight aversion to the cold, how he needs a light jacket in summer, and several coats in winter if he’s lucky. Atsushi nods slowly, absorbing the information.

And they continue on through their days, and Akutagawa has come to realise that Atsushi is spending the night a lot more than usual, (not that he’s complaining) and he also happens to look really cute in Akutagawa’s sweaters.

One night, when the moon is shining over the city landscape and the snow has matted every surface, Atsushi suggests they share the bed.

“Why?” Akutagawa asks, bewildered. He watches Atsushi’s cheeks glow pink, a soft little dusting of powder across the bridge of his nose.

“Because, um…” Atsushi rubs the back of his neck, “That’s a thing couples do, right?”

It’s Akutagawa’s turn to blush now, to feel his cheeks heat up along with the fire burning in his heart. They’ve been in a weird place recently. They kissed once, and Akutagawa remembers it perfectly. On a picturesque spring day, the sun shining across the lake, making the river sparkle. And maybe they had gone to a festival together a week later, and if their hands were a little too close for it to be platonic, then that was no one’s business but their own.

Flustered, Akutagawa agrees to sleep next to Atsushi that night. Which is how he ended up in his current situation, waking up to find Atsushi shivering and the black comforter wrapped in a cocoon around his body.

“Jinko?” He murmurs, unwinding the comforter and sheets from around himself. He feels vaguely embarrassed, having left Atsushi to suffer at the hands of the frigid winter air.

“Hm?” Atsushi’s eyes fluttered open, his light eyelashes brushing against the soft skin on his cheeks. Akutagawa remembers reading a fairytale that had a similar description, and often wonders if Atsushi Nakajima is the living incarnation of a Disney princess.

“Aren’t you cold?” Akutagawa mutters.

“A little, yeah.” He says, flushing. “But you looked really comfortable.”

“So you just didn’t bother to wake me up and tell me that you needed a blanket too?” He nuzzles his nose into his pillow, too tired to comprehend the situation completely.

To his credit, Atsushi looks embarrassed. “Um… yes.”

“That is, by far, the dumbest thing you have ever done.”

“That’s not true.” Atsushi grumbles. “I just… thought I wouldn’t get cold.”

Akutagawa rolls his eyes, pulling the blanket over onto Atsushi. “Here. Better both of us be a little bit chilly then one freezing to death.”

“Or…” Atsushi bites his lip. “We could do something else.” His eyes glance down at their feet, only centimeters from touching.

Now it’s Akutagawa’s turn to be embarrassed, though it’s not nearly as enchanting as Atsushi. His eyes widen, and he chokes on his spit, sputtering, “What does that mean!”

Atsushi sits up, shaking his hands. “No! No! I didn’t mean like that! God!” He puts his head in his hands, groaning. “I meant…”

He sighs, “Give me your hands.”

Akutagawa sits up as well, aware of his shirt slipping over one shoulder. Atsushi’s eyes linger on the exposed skin before pale fingers cover it up with white fabric once more. He folds his legs, and places his hands in Atsushi’s. The palms are warm, comforting, and he wonders if the rest of Atsushi is this warm as well.

“You’re so cold.” Atsushi mutters, rubbing his thumbs over the man’s knuckles.

“No, you’re just a furnace.” He shoots back. Must be the cat in him.

Atsushi leans forward and wraps his arm around Akutagawa’s neck, nuzzling his nose into the crook of his shoulder. Akutagawa stiffens, hands raised in hesitance.

“Just put your hands on my back.” Atsushi says, though his voice shakes. It’s uncomfortably intimate, what they’re doing right now, and they both know it.

Akutagawa rests his hands on Atsushi’s lower back, gentle enough so that he can move them if it’s too much. But Atsushi just sighs and leans his body against Akutagawa’s, breathing in the midnight scent of Akutagawa around him.

“And we can just lay down like this.” Atsushi murmurs, his fingers playing with one of the longer ends of Akutagawa’s hair.

“What are you doing?” Akutagawa coughs as Atsushi begins to pull him to the side, gentle but firm. Their heads hit the pillows, and Atsushi scoots forward until his body is molded against Akutagawa’s.

“It’s cuddling, Akutagawa.” Atsushi lets out an exhale of laughter. “Just go to sleep, okay?”

And, warm against the soft drumming of Atsushi’s heart, he does.