uneven bares

7 times they noticed. (1/7)

(bc I need to make up for the langst I posted last night so here’s so comfort and a little bit of hurt. This is just Shiro’s, the other ones will be up soon. The only warning is a depiction of a panic attack.)

1. Lance winced as Shiro cut into him with words like he was expertly wielding Keith’s bayard. He would’ve found it funny how dad-like he was being, except: a) probably would cause Shiro to bail him out more, and b) it wasn’t very funny at all.

“Don’t you see how childish you’re being! This isn’t just serious, this is a matter of life or death, and your antics cannot get in the way. At the end of the day, do you want to be responsible for someone’s death?” The question sent a wave of nausea through Lance, and he was almost pulled off his feet by a wave of static that clouded his mind as something inside his chest burst. He grabbed his chest in alarm. His breathing was quickening. His chest was on fire. Oh god. Oh god. He curled inwards. Trying to protect himself.

“…” He tried to speak but no words came out, just harsh breaths as he lent against the wall, staring upwards through tears at Shiro who was frozen in fear.

“…Lance? Oh. Um… fuck.” If Lance was in any state of mind, he would have never let Shiro go for swearing in front of him, but as it was, it made Lance’s breath speed up. Shiro approached him like he would a possible hostile alien, slowly and with his hands outstretched. “Okay, Lance, if you can, put your arms around me and follow my breaths. Is that okay?” His voice was low and non-threatening, and in response Lance nodded slowly. His hands shaking as Shiro sat next to him, putting his hand on Lance’s arm. Shiro started taking audible, slow breaths. Lance winced as this effort made his breathing uneven, alternating from barely controlled slow breaths to shaky shallow ones.

“Thanks.” He choked out. Shiro shook his head.

“Don’t talk, just focus on the breathing.” Lance had enough humour to roll his eyes at him, and melodramatically breathed in and breathed out, causing Shiro to laugh, before his smile melted into a concerned frown.  “I’m so sorry Lance.”

“Don’t be. You’re right, of course.” Lance looked down, not willing to meet Shiro’s eyes.

“Just because you were goofing off doesn’t mean I should have said that. It was way out of line. I just –” Shiro trailed off.

“I’m scared too.” Lance responded quietly. “I know. I know that this is a life-or-death thing, but I just can’t think about it. I’m not like you, or Keith, or Allura. I have to distract myself. If I think about for one second someone else dying on my account I just –” Lance’s breath started to quicken again, and Shiro stopped him, beginning the audible intakes and exhales of breath once more. Lance found his voice again. “You’re good at that. Unsurprisingly.”

“Well, thank Coran actually.” Shiro smiled as Lance scoffed. “No really, apparently they’re quite common for Alteans as well as humans. I still get them occasionally, but they were really bad when, you know…” Shiro trailed off before gathering his thoughts once more. “Listen. Are you alright?”

Lance laughed nervously.

“Yeah, of course buddy, don’t worry about it.” He patted Shiro’s arm, got up from the ground and started to walk away when he felt Shiro’s metal arm on his shoulder.

“Really. We all deal with trauma differently, and I’m worried. These coping mechanisms are all fine and good until they start hurting you and other people.” Shiro was staring down at him and Lance shrunk under his worry. Of course Shiro was worried about the others.

“I’m really sorry I’ve been a pain.” He laughed, rubbing the back of his head in a mockery of sheepishness. “I’ve been distracted but don’t worry, to quote our lord Efron, I’ll get my head in the game.” Shiro’s frown did not disappear. “Seriously, dude, don’t worry.” Lance smiled.

“Just, if you need to talk, please do. Whatever problems you have are important, not just for the team’s performance, but for your health as well. Okay? And if you can’t talk to me, talk to Hunk, or Pidge, or even Keith.” Shiro insisted, gesturing emphatically as Lance rolled his eyes. “Please.”

Lance’s face softened, his mask melting away.

“I’m just so scared. What if I never see my family again?” His already tear-filled eyes began brimming once more. “And I’m so scared that I’ll mess up everything, I mean, how the hell can I compare to you guys? Keith’s an amazing combatant, Coran and Allura are the best at strategies, you’re a great leader, Hunk’s an awesome engineer, and Pidge is just a genius!” Shiro stared at Lance as tears spilled down his cheeks.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t notice.” He pulled his hands over his face. “God, and I’m supposed to be the leader.” Shiro straightened up, looking at Lance. “I can’t express how sorry I am. I forget, I suppose, that you’re children. But know we’re all terrified; and know that we couldn’t do it without you. Because your joking does help, Lance, it breaks the mood and reminds us why we’re fighting - for our humanity. You’re important.”

Lance stood in shock. He wiped the tears off his face.

“Gosh Shiro, you’re such an old man!” He started laughing.

Shiro crossed his arms and stared at Lance. His frown didn’t reach his eyes.

“Come on you youngin, we’ve got training to do.” He walked out of the room, shaking his head. Lance smiled. Maybe things were alright, even if he was just saying it to pacify him. Still. It counted.


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(nb as of 6/4/17: Hunk is up (along with the Shiro and Pidge ones) others will follow! Edited to flow better, thanks to the anon who mentioned it.)

(nb as of 7/4/17: Coran is up!)

(17/4/17: Allura is posted!)

(this is platonic btw please do not tag as shance or anything similar.)

Late Night Call

Summary: (USUK) Alfred is away on a diplomatic mission. Across the vast lands, his Queen awaits his return.

Warnings: traditional omegaverse

A/N: There are a lot of things that fascinate me about omegaverse that I want to explore. Being a slow writer means I probably won’t get around to them all, but I really want to write a long distance omegaverse fic someday. I live for that intense pining, this will have to do for now.

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anonymous asked:

ok idk if its a little too early for a Halloween themed headcanon but maybe,,,,? MJ dresses up as Spiderman for Halloween (to mock him) Peter not ok™

HALLOWEEN SPIDEYCHELLE. high school group costumes are fun, right?? cool. that’s what we get here.

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I played my first game of laser tag today. It was really fun, even though I thought my score was going to be higher than it was.

As the room spins,
I melt back into my bones
breath ragged and uneven
joints popping like barely contained thunderclaps.
How like me to be reminiscent of
an old house settling
as it sinks down in on itself.
Your fingers flow through mine like water.
We interweave like a basket
just insecure enough
to fold under my excess weight.
Your bones grind together,
trapped inside the vice of my grip.
I try to remember
how to touch without wounding,
to ask without robbing,
but those were lessons never taught to me.
Bruise, ruin, and ravage, however?
Of course.
How early in life I learned
the art of breaking skin,
like a voice that erupts out,
louder even than glass
shattering on kitchen tile.
What a joy it would be
to suture lacerations
I tear into my own lovers’ hearts;
to mend, to be forgiven
and be worthy of forgiveness.
Yet still you pull me into the sun.
My skin withers under its rays,
faded and thin, wrinkled as parchment.
My skin, pale as poison,
that you, unaware,
inhale with the scent of my cologne.
An anxious waltz is attended in my head,
at the base of my skull,
around which decades
have knotted themselves;
an eternity of callous missteps
and terrified inaction.
I find I remain four years-old,
following the larger hand in mine,
leading me with surer strides
through forests of legs
towards the sanctuary of an escape,
the salvation of a door. 
Yet still I fall behind.
Do you notice when I retreat back into myself?
How I slip in between the gaps of my ribs
to cower and lick my wounds?
Can you feel me when I pull away?
Do I make it impossible to do anything but?
I don’t know how to be soft
and hard and sharp and delicate
all at once.
I don’t believe I have ever been good.
—  chicago | luz
National Anthem (Bucky Barnes x reader)

Request:  imaginary-marvel-mayhemAnything with Bucky fluff honestly lmao. American or national anthem by lana del rey would go really well, although American would be better w Steve tbh  

Alright, I used parts of the song, and I admit, I struggled a bit.  I wanted this storyline and kind of tucked the song in here and there.  Hope it’s okay!

Money is the anthem

Of success

So before we go out

What’s your address?

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Six Minutes in Heaven

Here’s my contribution for the #drunkenkisseschallenge, also over on AO3. A fluffy, ridiculous little college AU Hannigram thing. Enjoy!

    “Bev, I’ve got my final in Abram’s class Tuesday, I don’t have time for this.”

    “It’s your last final. And all you have to do is turn your paper. And before you try to tell me you need to work on it, I know it’s finished–I saw the print-off on your desk.”


Will protests fall on deaf ears. Beverly’s a lot stronger than she looks and persistent as fuck. He’s going to dragged there or give in, one way the other. The sooner he does, the less obnoxious she’ll be.

    Brian and Jimmy are in the living room, along with Bev’s on-again/off-again boyfriend Zach. Alana and Margot are there and already making out. And, sitting in the recliner with a red solo cup and a bemused expression on his face, Will’s other roommate, Hannibal.

    Will arches a questioning brow and plops down at his feet, accepting the cup Beverly hands him. He takes a sip and wrinkles his nose in disgust. Fucking PBR. From the look on his face, Hannibal doubtless feels the same. Will’s never seen him drink anything but wine, and rarely more than a glass. Knowing his snobby-ass taste, he can’t believe Hannibal would be down for this.

“Okay, now I really need to know what she’s got on you that she managed to drag you into this.”

    Hannibal mimes zipping his lips and throwing the key over his shoulder. “I’ll never tell.”

    Beverly claps her hands and pats the ground between herself and Will. “Everyone on the floor.” Hannibal sighs, but obligingly settles down beside them. “The game is asshole!”

Alana and Will groan in unison and share a rueful look. Beverly ignores them, dealing out the cards. “So, Hannibal, when someone plays a card, you to play higher, or a two–”

“I’m aware of the rules of the game,” Hannibal interrupts, and off their looks, “I was an undergraduate once upon a time, you know.”

Brian wins the first round and starts ordering everyone to drink every time a card is played, which is how Will goes from tipsy to well and truly shit-faced over the course of about five rounds and cements his role as Asshole.

House rules say President can order Asshole to do anything, not just drink. Brian’s a dick, but not particularly creative. Will’s wearing Jimmy’s socks on his ears and Margot’s bra over his shirt, and he’s gotten a lipstick makeover from Beverly, all courtesy of Brian. If Will didn’t know better, he would think this was flirting.

Alana isn’t much better off, slumped over with her face in Margot’s shoulder. Hannibal…well, he’s just doing everything in an overly precise, exaggerated manner, his accent grown thicker with every passing moment, but otherwise there’s no outward sign of intoxication. It would figure that Hannibal does drunk as dignified as everything else in life.

Beverly wins a hand finally, and Will, even drunk off his ass, doesn’t miss the gleam in her eyes. “Asshole,” she enunciates slowly, “Has to spin a bottle. Seven minutes in heaven with the winner!” She passes Will an empty brown bottle and gives him a cheerful grin.

Will flips her off and grins back. He’s drunkenly made out with half the room already. All that remains is Brian, who’d be weird about it, but frankly Will doesn’t give a fuck, and Jimmy, who’d probably be laughing too hard to follow through. Honestly, the only worry he has is it landing on Hannibal, and what are the fucking odds?

The odds, apparently, are laughing at him. The bottle spins wildly across the floor before wobbling to a stop pointing straight at Hannibal.

Will glances up at those dark eyes that he has memorised–that he fucking dreams about–and his mouth goes dry, his stomach drops somewhere around his toes. He suddenly feels stone-cold sober. Hannibal blinks once, twice, then rises to his feet only slightly unsteady, and offers Will a hand up. The room around them erupts into lewd cheers.

“We don’t have to do this,” Will protests as he stands. Momentum has him stumbling into Hannibal’s chest, warm and vaguely spicy-smelling under the scent of the beer.

“Nonsense,” Hannibal murmurs, voice a low rumble that Will feels between them. “We can’t give Beverly the satisfaction of reneging.”

Will’s brow furrows. That logic isn’t very sound from where he’s standing. Then again, he’s standing pressed all against Hannibal’s front, and neither of them are moving, so his brain isn’t really functioning at full capacity.

They make their way into the tiny hall closet, stuffed full of winter coats and rain boots. Hannibal spreads back the hangers making a narrow space for them to stand. Beverly’s triumphant expression is the last thing Will sees before the door closes and they’re plunged into absolute darkness.

It’s weirdly quiet, even with the noises of the others continuing on with the game outside. Will can hear Hannibal’s breathing, deep and slightly uneven. “Will?” he says, barely more than a whisper, and his fingertips brush against Will’s stomach.

Will catches his hand around the wrist to steady himself, feeling out their relative positions in the dark. “Sorry you got dragged into this.” He’s already planning some elaborate payback for Beverly after this.

Hannibal sways closer, nose nudging against Will’s hairline, and he inhales deeply. Will quirks an incredulous look, lost on Hannibal’s sightless eyes. “Did you just smell me?” Hannibal doesn’t answer directly, just nuzzles his way down Will’s temple. His palm flattens against Will’s belly and slides around to rest on his waist.

“You know,” Will says, trembling, “I’m pretty sure being called a reneger lost its sting sometime in grade school.”

“Will.” Hannibal’s voice, gravelly and deep, sends a shiver up his spine. “You’ve already wasted one of our minutes.”

“Oh.” Will’s so startled he doesn’t even know what to do with that, hands coming up to rest on Hannibal’s shoulders. He starts to say, “if you’re sure?” But the words don’t make it past his lips before Hannibal’s mouth is on his.

Hannibal’s hand slides into Will’s hair, holding him close as he licks along the seam of Will’s lips. Will opens, unhesitating, and Hannibal strokes his tongue into Will’s mouth, teasingly light across his palate.

Hannibal is all sharp teeth digging gently into his lip and warm hand finding the bare skin beneath the hem of Will’s shirt, clever fingers twisting in his curls. Will can barely keep up, panting into his mouth, hands clinging to his shirt, trying to tug him closer with every passing breath. Hannibal’s kisses swallow Will’s disbelief that he’s finally allowed to have this.

They totter dangerous and crash against the wall, Will pressed in a hard line against Hannibal’s chest, legs slotted together in a way that makes their mutual desire undeniable. When Hannibal shifts his hips and Will opens his thighs wider, they moan in unison and settle into a gentle rhythm.

Beverly opens the door six minutes later, looking smug as hell. But in the dim light, all Will sees are Hannibal’s flushed cheeks and swollen lips, and the glassy lust in his eyes. Will grabs his hand and tugs him past Beverly, down the hall towards his room. She can gloat all she wants later, Will is the clear winner, here.

anonymous asked:

15 with freewood?

meeting in the E.R/A&E au

So I love nurse Ryan.  Because when I pictured him for this prompt, all I could see was him in purple ‘feminine’ scrubs, and him not giving a fuck.

Also, Gavin is a klutz and is bad at picking people up.  But Ryan has a soft spot for his bad pick up lines.

There were several places that Gavin didn’t like being.  One of them was the Emergency Room.  But that is where he ended up after he fell out on a shoot and pain began to shoot up his leg.  It was crowded and loud, and he was surrounded by people in varying levels of pain and sickness, and he had been waiting there for what had to be nearly an hour.  He almost wanted to try and find a way to hobble out of there and just go home and hope the pain went away in the morning.  He wasn’t sure that he’d make it very far, though.

“Gavin Free?”

Gavin looked up from his phone and searched for who was saying his name. Though, obviously it had to be the nurse.  The… very attractive male nurse.  He was so caught off guard that he almost forgot to wave him down, the pain in his ankle keeping him from getting up.  The blonde nurse smiled and made his way over to Gavin.

“I’m Ryan, I’ll be helping you.  What appears to be the issue, Mr. Free?”

“Gavin.  It’s my ankle, I was out shooting a film and I tripped on some uneven ground.  I can barely put any pressure on it and it really hurts.” Gavin might have let the fact that he was shooting a film drop in the hopes that it would impress Ryan.  Just maybe.

Ryan looked over his clipboard and then down at Gavin’s ankle. He tucked the clipboard under his arm and offered a hand out to him, “I’ll take you over to a bed, would you like some help?”

Gavin nodded, and took Ryan’s hand, marveling at just how broad the man was.  He was… bloody attractive.  And here he was, tucked close to his body as they ever so slowly made their way to an empty bed.

Ryan went through the process, making note of Gavin’s medical history, and then checking the ankle.  His hands were gentle moving over the swollen joint, barely moving it to discern the extent of the injury.  And Gavin might have tried to impede his work with bad pickup lines.  But Ryan was a professional, and wouldn’t let this sad attempt at flirting work.  Mostly.

Ryan pulled away, to Gavin’s dismay, and picked up his clipboard, jotting down notes.  “It just looks like a pretty nasty sprain, but it should be fine.  I can wrap it up for you and get you something for the pain and the inflammation.  But other than that, if you’re careful, we can get you in a brace so you can walk in a day or two, and it should be completely healed in a week or two.  Do you have any questions?”

“When do you get off?”

Ryan didn’t look up from his writing to reply, “Well, I just started my 10-hour shift, so about midnight.”  He couldn’t help but glance at Gavin to see his near horrified reaction at the time.  “However, if you play the rest of your cards right, you might have my number by the time you leave.” Ryan clicked his pen off and headed off to grab some bandages.

Anxiety attack - M.C

Someone always ends up finding out the band’s hotel so let’s say that word spread and now you were being squished by hundreds of teenage girls screaming and pushing to get to the band. michael would’ve promised not to let go of your hand as long as you didn’t but one particular girl would  push right in between you and Michael causing your hands to slip. Instantly you would be pushed into the middle of the crowd, Michael going into protective mode and trying to push through everyone while calling your name but all you could hear was girls screaming and people yelling at you to move. Your breathing would hitch and the whole world would seem to be spinning as you tried to weave through everyone. You would be telling yourself that you couldn’t have a breakdown right in the middle of everyone, you would end up trampled but it was all too much for your body. You would attempt to look around but the more you moved, the more it felt like your entire body would collapse. You would make a eye contact with one girl who seemed a bit worried but was still pushing through yelling, “Where’s Ashton?!”

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Imposing flower, big, domineering.
When it blooms, dominates the tree.
Nor leaves is allowed to grow.

In fact the Magnolia causes
interesting and different emotions
in its annual life cycle.

In winter, elegant tree
with her bare and uneven branches
in interesting geometric chaos

In the spring, the greatest spectacle.
hundreds of flowers cover the tree.
Only flowers, no leaves.

Well into spring follows another show.
flowers fall to the ground, forming a fantastic
carpet with their colorful petals.

During the summer its powerful coverage
provides enormous shadow area.
Extremely pleasant.

Magnolia spectacle tree,
every year, all year
somewhere near you.


Guess what I just finished?! :3

Title: Rub Me the Right Way (Part 2!)

Pairing: Reigisa

Rating: M (This part has the smut!)

Word Count: 10,942 (I think I may have gone a bit overboard ^^’ )

Summary: Nagisa is a model who has gotten very tense shoulder and back pain from recent photoshoots, so Gou, his manager, calls in for a massage therapist to relieve his pain. This massage therapist just so happens to be the very handsome Rei, who has no idea what he’s getting himself into with this new client. (Rated M for sex, lewd situations, and masturbation).

Available on FF.net (which I recommend since it’s so long ^^’ )

Also, Cazz, I tried to include the dialogue you put in your illustration as best as I could :3

Link to part 1 here

Now also available on AO3

Part 2

Rei was panting heavily and he felt a faint pain from fingernails digging into his back. He gazed down at the blond underneath him and took note of how lustful his eyes were and the small trail of saliva that was trickling out of the corner of his mouth from having had it open and moaning for so long. He lowered his head to kiss Nagisa’s neck and nipped at it and swirled his tongue around before Nagisa could protest that leaving love-bites would not be good because people at work would surely notice.

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anonymous asked:

could you do the same thing as this one 'Kise falls in love with his bestfriend whom he sometimes had sex?' but with akashi? i'm not sure if it's an okay ask, because i have a feeling it might be a bit ooc, but still i'd be eternally grateful. keep up the good work! :)))

Of course it’s an okay ask, don’t worry about it. <3

Akashi: It was too much for him. Akashi mastered almost everything perfectly, but not even that could make him the perfect human, even he had a point of breaking. And this point was reached now. His father was pushing him again, the student council had him read and comment all ideas for the school festival, no one gave their best during training sessions, he was feeling more and more tired and exams were right around the corner. He was angry at himself because if he commanded them at the right time he wouldn’t have this much stress, he became weak in his own eyes. He needed to be in control again, absolute control. The thought of you, his best friend, crossed his mind. You were always there for him, when his mother passed away, when his personality changed, in all those critical situations he had to go through. He had to be honest with himself, since he met you he had a crush on you, but he never dared to go over that line, for it would have destroyed him if you turned him down. That crush developed in time to love, a strong one, the one he needed you to feel and return now.  

You lived close by and it was really nothing unusual that Akashi ordered his servants to bring you to him and that you stayed at his mansion for the night. Your parents liked Akashi, not for his money, it was the way he took care about you and his whole character, and the same counted for his father, although he didn’t know you very well, he seemed to approve of you, you were ‘worth’ it.
Akashi’s servant liked you too, you were kind, polite, and the only one who could make their master happy.

You were in front of his Akashi’s room and wondered what you would do this night, play shogi, talk the night through, go for a walk or ride, it was something else every time. As soon as you greeted him and closed the door behind you, you were pushed against it. Akashi kissed you with such fierce and passion that the only thing keeping you on your feet were his arms around your waist. He broke the kiss unwillingly, but he knew that afterall he needed your consent for this. “__, please..” Your breating was so uneven that you could barely speak. It wasn’t only the kiss that made you feel this way, it was that look in his eyes, he was on the edge of being broken, he was in need for love, at least for this night. It’s true that you were in love with him for a long time already and this was like a dream to you but your needs were pushed aside, he needed you and you couldn’t deny him, no matter what it will maybe do to your friendship, you just couldn’t. “Yes.” And with that your lips crashed again at each other. You were moaning into his mouth and he was swallowing each one, it only made him needier. He lifted you up and brought to his bed where he started undressing you as quickly as possible. As soon as there were no clothes covering the skin on your neck anymore, he attacked it hungrily with the intention to leave as many love bites as possible. All his stress would be turned to your pleasure, he promised himself that. Every moan, every pant, every noise and move you made was encouraging him to continue as he fast and rough as he wanted.
When you woke up next morning, he wasn’t in bed. You still couldn’t believe what happened a few hours ago, What did it mean? Did it mean anything to him? Will this have any consequences? Your thoughts were racing at the speed of light in your head, when you heard him - he was playing violin, you knew what that meant. Every time he played violin it was in his mother’s room, in front of her picture, and only when he needed to think. This time he played the song his mother taught him, it was the saddest song you ever heard. Did that mean that this night ruined everything? Did you make him sadder than he already was? You couldn’t stay in this bed anymore. You gathered your clothes and got out of the mansion as fast and quiet as you could.

You didn’t want to show up at school because you didn’t want to see him, but you had an important student council meeting, where he would be too, of course. The two of you were known at Rakuzan for your academics and extracurricular activities, and, which was more important, you were the president and vice-president. During the meeting the tension between you and Akashi could be felt, but no one dared to tell anything, instead everyone was hoping that the meeting would be over soon, including you. After everything has been talked through, the other members could leave but the president and vice-president had to make the final decision, alone. You had not exchanged two sentences for the whole meeting and now you had to stay here for another few hours to discuss things. While you were collecting the formulars of other members, you could feel Akashi’s look on yourself. You wanted to hand him the papers over and sit on the other end of the table but he was faster. He caught your hand and seated you on the table in front of him. Your mind went blank when he looked at you with those predatory eyes. Words weren’t even needed, he kissed you again passionatelly and you couldn’t stop your hands from wandering and undressing him. The same was happening to you but you didn’t care, your whole being was concentrated on his touch and kisses.

Things happened so fast and you couldn’t even remember how you got dressed again after Akashi undressed you these days. Was this alright? No. Did you want it? Yes, and no. Should you talk to him? Yes. Things couldn’t continue this way, What was this to begin with? Love, passion, using each other? You didn’t want the last one to be true, but the more you thought about it the more you got the feeling that it is.

You decided that you have to talk with him about all this, that it couldn’t go on this way. You wanted to save yourself, but you were already too deep in. Whatever happens, it will hurt, but you were prepared, at least you thought so.
When you opened your housedoor, his limousine was already there. Did he want to talk to you or did he crave you again? You had to know right now.

You stood in front of his door again, you couldn’t even count which time it was, but the memories of what happened two weeks ago clearly were engraved in your mind. You felt a shiver down your spine as you reached out for the doorknob, that doorknob with which all has started. A few minutes must have passed since you were standing there so Akashi opened it and offered you to get in. His eyes were normal again, there wasn’t any lust in them, nor sadness. “Thank you for getting someone to pick me at home, I was already on my-” “__, do you love me?” What? This was too unexpected, even for Akashi. “And I don’t mean it in a friendship way, I mean it in the romantic way.” His eyes were indescribable, even for you. This could have two endings, he’s just asking to know if he should dispose of you, or, he feels the same. This was no game, this was of immense importance, so no denying the truth. “Yes, I love you. I have always loved you, first in the friendship way, and from then to now on in the romantic one.” “Why didn’t you tell me this earlier?” His eyes softened at this. “I was afraid you didn’t feel the same way and that it would destroy our friendship.” “I promise I will make up for all the lost time.” “What do you mean?” You couldn’t surpress you smile. “I too have loved you, since we met to this very moment. That are many years we wasted, but we will catch up, it’s an order.” You hadn’t seen such an honest smile from him since your days at Teiko. Tears started building in your eyes, your biggest wish from childhood came true. You and Akashi were together and he loved you. “My dear, please don’t cry, at least not yet.” He kneeled in front of you and got a box from his blazer. “__, would you do me the honour of being my girlfriend? Now you may cry, although I would rather see a smile on your beautiful face.” You comined both of your wishes, you smiled and tears of happiness were falling down your cheeks as he put the ring on your finger. “Yes, yes, yes!” You hugged each other and kissed like never before. Akashi wiped of your tears away and kissed your whole face. “I love you, __.” “I love you too, Seijuuro.”