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[crayonwriting]

bea | 26 | she/her | lost

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working on: jealous baby (kita shinsuke) ; dad's in isolation (sakusa kiyoomi) ; a taste of pregnancy (miya atsumu)

recents:

falling asleep in the train (miya twins)

beep (ushijima wakatoshi)

ring pop (kuroo tetsurou)

asks are open!

ko-fi (only if u guys want to)

announcements: i don't have the heart yet to continue the tros series and yet here i am making dad!haikyuu drabbles based on tiktoks—4/29/2022

[ballard96]

[cindy-lou]

You think it's some kind of a diamond. I thought it was some kind of a battery, but we're both wrong. It's their life-force. That crystal is the only thing keeping these people alive. You take that away, and they'll die. Atlantis: The Lost Empire (2001) Dir. Gary Trousdale And Kirk Wise

[cweercrippledcrafter]

Had a revelation recently and thought it might help other people too.

There is absolutely NO shame in having a ton of projects on the go and switching between or even dropping them on a whim.

Hobbies are meant to be FUN.

You can have 20 writing projects, or knitting, or whatever your thing is, and putting them down for a bit or abandoning them is a-okay.

I personally would never think that someone who started playing a video game and then decided to play another before it was finished was a quitter, so why am I so judgemental towards myself?

Doing your hobbies in a way that brings you joy isn't selfish or weak, it's...literally the whole point of them. Go nuts!

[heckin-good-memes]

[mikkeneko]

[chuluoyi]

✎ forever

- gojo satoru x reader

the three times he asked you to marry him

genre: slightly suggestive, fluff/comfort, silly and lovesick gojo, wedding proposals, mild angst, mentions of injury and protective gojo

note: i was inspired by some fics with this kind of trope and i can totally see gojo asking you to marry him while he's dead drunk—

a part of gojo's love entries

series masterlist | oneshot masterlist

"Why don't we get married?"

The first time Satoru brought this up was right after you both had exhausted yourselves in an intense, passionate lovemaking session.

His bare skin was against yours, and the intimacy of it almost made you want to go along with his suggestion, until you grasped the profound meaning behind his words.

"Satoru," you breathed out, still breathless as you came down from your high. "Are you seriously asking me that now?"

A dopey smile was on his face. "Yeah, is there a problem with it?"

You blinked. The nerve of this clown-head—

"Not even a proper proposal? Or a ring?" you scowled. "Considering your usual flair, this is a rather lackluster attempt at a proposal."

Of course, you weren't a material girl, but considering his big ego and tendency to go overboard, you just had to call him out.

"Hmm? So if there's a grand proposal and I bought you a ring, then you'll say yes?"

There was practically a twinkle in those bright eyes of his now, and you were a bit caught off guard because well, so he is for real?

You’d be lying if you said that the thought of marrying him hadn’t crossed your mind. But to be frank, Gojo Satoru didn't strike you as someone who was interested in anything as cliché as marriage and everything that comes with it.

Which brought you back to this point—you had absolutely no idea what possessed him to bring up this question.

"Hah," you let out a sardonic laugh. "Not that easy. I'll think about it."

When he let out a “Ehhh?”, and started sulking, you were quite sure, and dismissed the question as one of his passing whims.

The second time he posed the question, he was a babbling, slurring mess of alcohol and hiccups.

"Can't we—hic—" His face was flushed, and he was pitifully wobbling on his feet. "—just get married—hic—already?"

This time you scoffed, partly out of disdain, crossing your arms in front of you. Satoru seemed to pick up on your unfavorable reaction and attempted to convince you. "I'm being—"

"No," you sternly interrupted, supporting him as he struggled to stay on his feet. You shot an unapologetic look at the other patrons in the bar who were watching you both with disapproving frowns. "Satoru, we're going home."

"I'm—hic—asking you to marry me!"

"I said no."

"Why?!"

You sighed. "You're dead drunk."

"What will—hic—make you say yes?"

You let out another sigh. It already took a great deal of patience to deal with his immaturity as his girlfriend, and you could only imagine how much more challenging it would be as his wife.

"I'm so heartbroken," he whined, crocodile tears pooling in his eyes as he peered at you like a kicked puppy. "I got rejected twice already... How could you reject me twice?"

You rolled your eyes at his theatrics.

"Marry me."

The third time around, he was neither bringing it up on a whim or drunk, also he wasn't quite asking—his tone was almost pleading.

And you just woke up from your comatose state after a mission gone wrong, still in your bloodied uniform, eyes barely adjusting to the bright room.

Satoru let out a grunt, clasping your fingers in his warm, reassuring grip. It was evident how deeply distressed he was from the furrowed brow and the quiver in his lips as he looked down at you, as well as the gentle way he was stroking your hair.

At this moment, you wanted to cry. The fact that he was so genuinely concerned for you filled you with warmth and emotion.

. . .

He saw it happen right before him—the crimson blood flowing out of your wound like waterfall. He had screamed at you to breathe and not let go of his hand. The moment he felt your head lolled back in his arms and you lost your grip on him, he could swear his own heart had stopped too.

He had never been more grateful that you—his best friend, love of his life, the only one he had left—awoke from that horrifying ordeal. Seeing you stained red by your own blood had undoubtedly distorted his point of view, but his desire to marry you, as what he had been suggesting as of late, clearly was not just a mere passing thought.

Because he is acutely aware of how cruel this world is. This damned world has always taken everything that's important to him, and before they can snatch you away too, he will claim you as his first.

"Marry me," he repeated, his voice now sounding more hoarse, not as confident as it had been the first time.

As you gazed into his beautiful eyes, it occurred to your hazy mind that you very nearly died. That you were that close to not seeing him ever again. You had been apprehensive with how he had phrased his proposals so far, and you didn't want your marriage to be a split-second decision forced by some sort of looming omen.

And yet, falling in love with Gojo Satoru had never been the easiest, but you did anyway. He still held onto your hand, patiently awaiting your response—

—but suddenly, like a sharp whiplash effect, what shocked you was that who you saw then wasn't your boyfriend.

But rather, the man with the mantle of the strongest sorcerer alive.

You could lose him just as much as he could lose you. Sooner or later, who knows? His title is both a blessing and a curse. Up until now, it has been a blessing, but who can say when it might suddenly turn into a curse that tears him away from you?

. . .

This time, you didn't snort or doubt his intention. Instead, you smiled, embracing the profound flutter in your chest as you were being proposed.

"Okay," you whispered, voice dry. "Yes… I'll marry you, Satoru."

[sunaerin]

WOULD YOU?

⌕ s.rintarou x f!reader

If your boyfriend asked for a kiss through facetime would you accept or reject his advances? and what if he [redacted … ] ?

⊹ cw/tw: fluff. minor cursing. reader is called: girlfriend, my girl, baby, babe. 

≡ notes: not proofread omg… just posted this bc we got down like champs with unedited fics. I know it’s been long since my last update, but I’m slowly getting back to beating this writer’s block so please be patient with me (( : but nonetheless, I hope you enjoy. Rin you have been missed in this blog. 

“Kiss me,” Rintarou bluntly asked, his voice weak as if all his energy has been stripped to his bare bones, yet his eyes blazing with desire. 

“YN… kiss me, I’m miserable. About to die almost.” He bugged again.

“Rin, I can’t. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but we’re on facetime, do you want me to kiss you through the screen? And plus, you’re fine… you’re always overreacting,” you smiled back.

“Rude. And yes you can, just give me a kiss, come on” he countered, eyes sleepy and face relaxed, where a fine line of exhaustion lingered underneath his eyes as his lips puckered close to his camera lens for you to kiss.

“Oh my god… do your teammates know you’re this clingy?” You giggled, rejecting his advances for a virtual kiss as you quickly took a screenshot.

“…. don’t you fucking dare YN… and no, they will never know because I’m not clingy. This is love, and you just rejected my love.” 

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[kodaiki]

[6:31 P.M.]

“just one kiss.”

“one kiss-! bokuto, you’re crazy,” you hiss, hoping no one’s noticing your private conversation amidst the family barbecue. just to check, you peer over the taller man’s slightly hunched shoulders, catching eye contact with one of his aunties and grinning her way when she waves. only does the brightness in your eyes dull when you meet bokuto’s panicked ones.

“my sisters, the cousins-” he pauses to fling his arm in the direction of where his younger family members are, lounging in lawn chairs as they discuss school and their early jobs. “they don’t believe we’re dating!”

“and that’s my problem?” you frown, anxiety creeping into your belly at the mere thought of having an audience for a kiss that won’t even be real!

“our problem, y/n,” bokuto whines, visibly straining as he attempts to chip at your stubborn wall. “the favor was that you be my date to the family barbecue, pretending to be my girlfriend. well, we’ve got family who don’t believe it!”

“you didn’t mention i’d have to kiss you!“ you retaliate, peeking over at his cousins who’re staring rather skeptically, maybe even amused, at the two of you. it’d be a lie if you said they were totally buying your relationship.

to be fair, the way you both announced it was a little suspicious. just a few weeks earlier one of bokuto’s aunts offered to set him up with one of her employees his age to which he, in a panic, begged you to attend his family gathering to decline that. he hoped that in showing you off as his, they’d finally get off his back about having a significant other.

and it worked! … for some members of his family.

his older relatives only had to see your smiling face and holding hands to receive the memo and approve of his relationship.

his sisters and cousins? they’re not too easily swayed.

“isn’t it a bit convenient you announce your relationship just a week after auntie wanted to set you up with someone?” a cousin asked, amused grin adorning his face.

“yeah!” his older sister had chimed. “how dare you keep you and y/n’s status for so long!”

meanwhile, his other sister grumbled to herself in agreement, claiming that all this time while she thought you were just friends, you were supposed lovers?

“why is it such a big deal?” bokuto asks, genuinely curious, tilting his head slightly as his eyes widen in wonder.

the fact that he has to ask that, alluding he doesn’t think it such a big deal, makes you more embarrassed.

“because it is!” you huff, keeping your face straight so the rest of his family don’t sense your wary expression. “you don’t just kiss anyone!”

“you’ve kissed akaashi’s cheek when he was being asked out by that girl he wasn’t into! how’s that different?”

“it just is!”

how else are you supposed to say that kissing akaashi is different than kissing bokuto because you don’t have feelings for akaashi?

“please enlighten me.”

bokuto’s stubborn face is on now, furrowed brows and eyes lidded downward as his lips twist into a heavy pout. he’s concentrated, watching you closely and you know getting out of this will be difficult. he crosses his arms, awaiting your answer.

“well?”

“it’s different,” you murmur, looking down at the green grass below you. the night air, humid from the time of year, blows against you, giving you a sense of coolness amidst your warm cheeks and beating heart.

bokuto senses the change in your demeanor, suddenly realizing that whatever’s in your head much be more serious than he’d originally thought. so, he gently takes your wrist and before you know it, you’re being guided back into his parents’ home.

“kotaro?” his mother asks, grabbing at his arm before he passes the older members of the family sitting in a circle whose interests are all suddenly piqued by him as well. “everything okay?”

bokuto gives his mother an easy grin. “yep! y/n’s just thirsty so i’m grabbing her some water from inside.”

accepting his response, she lets go and returns back into the conversation with the elders. bokuto continues to pull you inside until your in the cool, air conditioned room of the kitchen.

letting go of your wrist, he leans against one of the counters facing you. “i didn’t mean to push you into anything but you can always talk to me.”

you know you should’ve internally debated accepting his request for a favor more than how you quickly accepted. then again, how can you deny bokuto when he gives you those widened, puppy-dog eyes and watery pout all while clasping his hands in a pleading manner?

really, it was just unfair.

you didn’t actually think you’d have to do much at this function, though. maybe holding hands with him and allow his to hold you class as he gushed about some made up story about how you started dating; something like “we’ve been friends for years now but it was recently that I saw her in a different light so I just decided to tell her!” oh, how simple him confessing must be. too bad that’s all fake. still, you never expected him to actually ask you to kiss, nonetheless in front of his whole family.

it takes away from the experience. first, you have to kiss someone in a not serious way and now added to the fact that it’s for the show for someone else to see?

maybe it’s the root cause that you have feelings for the man that’s getting you so frustrated about it. that surely had to be it. but how on earth were you supposed to explain that to him without it explicitly telling him you like him?

“no, no, i’m sorry for over exaggerating,” you mumble. “it’s just different because we’re close friends.” bokuto opens his mouth, mostly likely to claim that akaashi’s also a close friend of yours but you don’t allow that. “and you’re different than akaashi.”

“i am?” he asks blankly, furrowing his brows deeper. you can’t tell if he feels utterly lost or maybe even offended in case he’s thinking he’s not on the same level as your other friend. maybe it’s a bit of both.

“yeah, it’s … ugh, do i have to explain it?” a sigh from you. “i shouldn’t have agreed to this.”

“oh,” bokuto lets out, visibly slouching. so you regretted being his fake date that much? he thinks he gets it now. “i’ll just say you weren’t feeling well and you had to go. you really don’t have to stay if it’s making you that uncomfortable.”

“no!” you quickly blurt, waving your hands in front of you. “that’s not what i meant!”

“seriously y/n, it’s okay. i overstepped by asking and you’re just being nice because we’re friends. i’m sorry-”

“i don’t wanna kiss you because it won’t be real!” you cut off his rambles from further making himself feel bad.

bokuto seems to not have gotten it completely by the way he looks at you skeptically. “huh?”

you sigh, face flushing deeper. “i don’t want to kiss you because it’ll mean more to me than it does to you,” you admit in a quiet voice. “the reason for the kiss would just be to win over your sisters and cousins but to me, it’d be more. so i can’t kiss you.”

“it’d be more?” he repeats softly, eyebrows lifting in slight surprise. his expression softens when you look down, avoiding eye contact with him.

to be honest, you don’t remember when you developed feelings for your friend. whether it was in the beginning of your friendship, having always thought he was an attractive man or being a stellar volleyball player, or if it developed over time, growing used to his platonic affection and kind words to you, at this point in time, you’re completely smitten.

and you’ve hidden it to the best of your ability in fear of losing him as a friend. from what you could tell, bokuto was friendly with everyone so he didn’t give you much of a reason o believe your feelings were reciprocated.

“yeah,” you trail off, shuffling your feet on the tiled floors in attempt to keep your attention busy. “sorry to just spring that on you, didn’t mean to.”

“no,” he says quietly, denying your apology, assuring you. “don’t apologize. it’s just, um, not what i expected.”

ah, the conversation you’ve feared. the awkwardness leading to the inevitable rejection from someone you considered a close friend. there goes that friendship. the pit in your stomach grows as your heartbeat continues to erratically beat in your chest.

you need to get out of this situation.

“yep, so i’ll be going now. tell your family i said bye and the food was delicious-”

you’re cut off when bokuto’s hand grabs your wrist again, this time more firmly, in fear you’d slip out of his grasp to leave his house in a hurry, which to be fair, was something you were planning on doing.

“wait.”

you swallow the lump in your throat, eying his hand on your arm. slowly, you look up at his face, sucking in your lips as you brace for the impact of his future words.

“what if i want to kiss you, though?”

“what?” you ask, shaking your head from his question, not expecting it.

“you said that it’d mean more to you because my reason is to get my family to believe, right?” at your nod for confirmation, a glum one at that, he continues, “but what if i also wanna kiss you just ‘cause? what if it means more to me, too?”

“bokuto…” you trail off, doubting his words. he really didn’t have to try and make you feel better with words.

“i’m serious!” he claims. “everything else would be a bonus. i’d kiss ‘ya without anyone watching if i could.”

your face burns even hotter at the insinuation of his words. so he’s not just trying to make you feel better?

“and well, now that I know the feeling’s mutual, can i?”

“huh?” you squeak when he takes a step closer to you, close enough you can feel his breath fanning your face.

“can i kiss you? for real?” he asks again, dipping his head down, believing — no, knowing — you’d say yes. and when you nod, ever so subtly, he molds his lips against yours.

it’s a soft kiss at first, a simply test of the waters, but when his hands go up to your cheeks and holds you face in place and your hands move up to clutch his waist, the time for timidness is over. bokuto kisses you with fervor, like a starved man, smiling against your lips when you squeak and sigh into his mouth, breaths of relief as if thinking finally, this is happening.

the way he kisses you has you dipping downward, clutching onto him so you don’t feeling backward, not that you would; he’d catch you before that could happen. you’re fully consumed by bokuto and though you’re head is spinning from the lack of air, you can’t will yourself to pull away. not when you’ve been waiting, yearning for this moment for god knows how long.

“kotaro, your mom said you were in- oh.” a voice calls into the kitchen, stunning the both of you in place, only making your face spring apart in surprise.

you spin around to face bokuto’s eldest cousin frozen in place at the entrance of the kitchen, blinking at the both of you. a moment passes with the three of you looking between each other and then his cousin relaxes.

“i’m just here for some plates,” he says coolly, swiping the plates conveniently set on the counter to his chest. “i’ll, uhm, leave you two to it.” the cousin then scurries out of the kitchen and it isn’t until your heard the back door swing open and close that you face bokuto who’s grinning down at you.

“what’d i say? it’s a bonus.” he wiggles his brows, insinuating that his eldest cousin was probably off affirming your relationship to the rest of the family, no need for some extravagant public display of affection.

you swat at his arm, only for his to take ahold of your hands and interlace your fingers. “what’re you-” you furrow your brows, to be cut off by his lips once more.

“making up for lost time.” bokuto smiles against your lips, sealing the space between them once more.

[skygemspeaks]

thinking about how fiona's bit in the first shrek movie about how ogres are so ugly and unlovable, which is overheard by shrek, is the perfect example of how self-deprecation can really harm not only the people around you who love and care for you, but also people who share the same characteristics that you are mocking in yourself

[heroineimages]

I need to do a better job of reminding myself of this.

[sneef-to-a-snorf-fight]

Once again, everyone say “Thanks Shrek”

[amezure]

Patreon sketches/studies from last year 🎾| Ko-fi 💕

[aletheyass]

I COULD BE BROWN I COULD BE BLUE I COULD BE VIOLET SKY I COULD BE HURTFUL I COULD BE PURPLE I COULD BE ANYTHIBG YOU LIKE

[heizenka]

┄ FAVORITE CRIME

➥ Dabi x f!reader

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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➥ disclaimers/warnings: f!reader, toxic relationships, angst, cheating(not reader)

➥ word count: 0.9k

𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲: Favorite Crime by Olivia Rodrigo

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You came back home from a day of doing some much need shopping for supplies to see something that would truly break your heart, Dabi and some girl making out on the couch. Your couch.

You both had good memories together, two teenager that moved in together at only 18. Two teenagers who had both been broken beyond repair, who both found comfort in one another. A comfort thay could never find anywhere else.

Before you even met Dabi, never thought you would do anything of the things that you've done with him. You were a 'good girl', good grades, never late, never broke curfew.

Now you can barely even remember your parents, and that broke your heart. After you met Dabi, they noticed you were slowly changing, grade went down, constantly late, and you ignored curfew.

They loved you, and you knew that. The night you left they were merely expressing their concern for you. They only wanted to make sure that you were okay, but you didn't care.

So instead you ran away, from them, from the only home you've ever known.

All for him. But now you realize that you should have listened to them.

The pair on the couch clearly didn't notice your presence in between their heated kissing session, her shirt gone as his hands roamed her torso mindlessly.

He made you change, made you a criminal. Hell you were even a murderer now. But being a criminal with him was the best. Robbing the bank, and almost getting caught by pro-heroes.

You believed he was Clyde and you were Bonnie. And yet, living and dying together wasn't an ending for you two.

Embarrassment filled you, as if hundreds of people stood around you watching you with pity and judgment. No tears in sight as your bag slipped and fell creating a small noise that interrupted their steamy moment.

Their faces were almost comical, she was shocked as she got up grabbing her shirt and throwing it on. Her hands frantically looking for her purse as she walked towards and past you leaving the apartment.

"I guess I should have listened to them" you said nonchalantly as you looked at him. Thinking about how your parents tried to help you the night you left.

He remained still on the couch, no change in his expression even though he had just been caught by his girlfriend while he was cheating on her with another women.

Both on you stayed where you were, his face was un-readible, while your was blank because you refused to cry in front of him right now.

"Not even going to say sorry?" You asked. You may not have been showing it, but you really wanted him to say he was sorry. Say that he loves you and that it'll never happen again.

But you know he'll never say anything like that. He's never even said he loved you,

"Why would I say sorry if we both know that I wouldn't mean it?" His eyes looked right into yours, and there was not a single bit of regret in him.

He made you do things you never thought you would do, and things you would never forget.

Sneaking into a mall at 2am while you were both high out of your minds. Riding a car without the hood as you let your hair flow in the wind. Had so, so many intimate moments together. Memories that will forever be stuck in your head.

Much like this one.

"I'm not going to ask you why you did it. But I just want to know, was there something that I didn't do?" His brows furrowed at your comment, why weren't you crying, or screaming, hell your not even trying to hit him either.

"What...?" He whispered, panic slowly starting to rise in his chest.

"I became your accomplice, but, there must have been something I didn't do, right?" You looked him in the eye "What was it?"

Dabi didn't know what to say. His eyes slightly widened at you statement and the way that you were reacting. He stood up, only wanted to hold you in his arms now, he knew what he had done was wrong, but his pride would never allow him to say that.

"I guess we'll never know then" You blatantly said.

He stayed silent, and looked collected. But on the inside, he was terrified that this time he may actually lose you this time, and it was going to be all his fault.

"I guess we both deserve this, me for not listening, you for manipulating me, and honestly, I don't know which one is worse"

With that you turned around and left.

It was funny, the was you gave him 4 years of your life, your youth, your innocence, yourself as an alibi. He was indeed Clyde, but, who were you? You weren't Bonnie, she hadn't come into his life yet.

He would probably have a sentence of a few weeks, mostly months. He would forget after that and find himself a new accomplice. You would have a sentence for years probably, maybe one day you would once again become a willing accomplice to somebody else.

To you, he was the criminal you followed. Like a lost puppy following the owner that abandoned them.

You could only hope that he got enough time for lying to you, manipulating you, using you. No matter what, you were the worst crime he committed.

To him, you could only hope that out of everything you did together, everything he did before and after you, that you were his favorite crime.

copyright 2021 heizenka, all rights reserved. I do not allow my creations to be published of translated anywhere else so please do not repost.

[rinphoria]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐋

დ ft. miya osamu & gn!reader

დ wc: 3.9k

დ info & warnings: fluff, secrecy, misunderstandings

დ summary: after accidentally finding out about your boyfriend’s plans to propose to you, you anxiously await the moment.

დ a/n: based on this little blurb i wrote

that’s probably why he wants to propose. that’s probably why he wants to propose. that’s probably why—

the words had been playing on repeat in your head ever since they slipped past atsumu’s lips. you could tell he was apologetic for not only the mistake he made in revealing his brother’s business but also for keying you in on something you weren’t meant to be aware of. despite his profuse and plentiful “sorry”s, it had been impossible for you to not think about osamu’s impending proposal.

even less so now that you were standing outside his restaurant.

the last time you’d been relatively nervous at or near onigiri miya was when you were stationed on the bench and waiting for him to close up for your first date. time passed by excruciatingly slow as you peeked over your shoulder every couple minutes to gauge whether or not he would be out any time soon. you’d been inside the establishment only a few hours earlier with some friends who wouldn’t shut up about how cute the guy with the black cap was. you couldn’t blame them; you thought the same thing. which is why you were so surprised when what you thought was harmless flirting with the entire table led to him pulling you aside and asking you to hang out that night. it was an impulsive decision for you to say yes, but you didn’t regret it in the slightest. the happiest two years of your life came as a result of your spontaneity. the nostalgia of that moment was hitting you at full force as you stood tentatively at the entrance of the restaurant, patrons entering with excitement and exiting with content smiles. the kaleidoscope of butterflies fluttering around in your belly felt the exact same as they did that first night you spent with him.

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[actualbird]

there have been many cases already international clients dropping their commissions from filipino artists or avoiding commissioning filipino creators altogether, either due to a fear of consequences getting associated with us because of current events or the misguided notion that not supporting us somehow hurts the oppressive government we’re under. lemme address both those issues:

for the first reason, nothing will happen to you, a foreigner, for supporting filipinos. theres nothing to be afraid of, youre not in this country and wont suffer any consequences. many of us, however? we’re afraid. especially artists and creators who rely on commissions to support themselves and their families

for the second reason, you are not hurting our oppressors at all. you are hurting filipinos, majority of which did not want this to happen and are actively speaking out against the looming dictatorship. dropping filipino creators does nothing but hurt us. our inflation rates are predicted to rise, and money is fast becoming an even bigger issue for so so many

so if youre looking for art, dont give up on us. commission filipino artists and/or boost commission posts! 1 USD is literally enough to buy a meal here, it really helps. here is a link to a thread of filipino artists posting their commission rates. and here is another thread of filipino commission rates. tips and donations outside of comms to these artists help even more.

edit: fixed links

[hyeque]

technophobe [kuroo tetsurō]

notes: kuroo headcannon that i lowkey believe is true, but don’t take it to heart if you disagree

warnings: highly suggestive, implied usage of an apple phone, sorry to all my android/samsung homies <\3

“baabbeee!”

it’s a distinct whine, one for the sixth time of the day, one that you dread hearing as you flinch at the sound of your boyfriend's booming voice.

“what?” you pop your head around the corner of the kitchen and see him sitting in the dining room, fidgeting with his phone. he sports his glasses on and a small pout on his handsome features. “having trouble again and need my help?“

it had been only two days since you and kuroo went to the store to get him a new phone, which frankly wasn’t something he was happy about. he kept arguing with you about how his old one was fine and that he doesn’t need a fancy “whatchamacallit” like all the “kids these days” do.

you had to explain that he couldn’t keep walking around with a phone that for one, has a horrible battery life and two, would drop calls like flies all the time. half the time you can’t even reach kuroo because it was one or the other. that made you worry that if something happened to him you wouldn’t know right away or even worse, at all. even kenma agreed because when he would call kuroo he’d complain and say it sounded like he “was underwater”.

eventually, after hearing you out on your concern, (and kenma’s) he begrudgingly agrees to get a new one. you understand that he’s just stressed about having to learn a whole new device and eagerly offer to help him. you go with him to the store and help him pick out the best option with the help of an employee who, bless their soul, was occasionally thrown off by kuroo’s weird questions.

“so what you’re telling me is that the camera quality is so good if i angle it right, someone could see my nose hairs in a photo?”

“uh, i-”

“tetsu, stop.”

one thing you learned from dating kuroo tetsurō is that he is a technophobe. and stubborn. so scratch that, it’s actually two things and they don’t mix.

the man cannot operate most technology to save his life. buying a new appliance meant you learning the functions and showing him or else there was a 4/5 chance of him saying it was “broken”. albeit when typing on the computer he knows how but moves at such a slow pace that has your left eye twitching. you often snatch away the device to finish typing for him. a look of gratitude always crosses his face and he flashes you a small of appreciation. you can’t lie, that always makes your heart skip a beat.

after getting a new phone though, he learned not only for himself but for you too. showing him the ropes took you great patience, but you never yelled or ridiculed him because you always know he’s trying his best. if there was anything else you learned about kuroo, was how competitive he was with himself. he’d often challenge himself to learn at least two new functions a day. whenever you’d often to reshow him how to do something, he’d brush it off and say that he’ll figure it out eventually.

eventually, those two days turn into a week, and then several months. you notice how at ease he is using his phone. face timing you at work to ask how you are, leaving you voice memos when he has to leave early and can’t properly say goodbye to you and letting you know that he loves you and wants you to have a good day. he eventually had a smartwatch that he connected to his phone for fitness and wireless earbuds so that he could navigate making business calls easier and so as not to disturb you. it was like he was an entirely different person.

one time he had asked you to grab his phone for him as he cooked dinner. when going to pick it up, you couldn’t help but notice that you are his lock screen. (his old lock screen was a picture of him and kenma as kids, which you didn’t mind at all. you thought it was sweet.) your heart soared and being the nosy individual that you are, you open his phone and look at his camera roll. to your surprise, there is a photo album titled “chibi-chan ❤️” where there are dozens upon dozens of photos of you. all candid shots, which were surprisingly good.

some were of you working, cooking, or doing some leisure activities you enjoy. there were ones where you went on walks together and you walked ahead. you even found a video he filmed of you sleeping and poking your cheek, laughing when you sleepily swat away his hand. some of the photos were more risqué and made you blush-

“what are you doing?”

you jump two feet in the air at the sound of the rooster head’s voice and turn to see his looming figure peering over your shoulder.

“i-i was just looking at your photos,” your cheeks burn and you turn your attention back to the screen, “there are so many photos of me in here, how did you even get these-”

“ah, that’s just the art of being stealthy.” he says, shrugging nonchalantly. “you should be proud of me. my camera work is pro-level now.” that part makes you snort.

it wasn’t that you wanted to roast your boyfriend, but oftentimes when you’d ask him to take a photo, the picture would come out blurry or it would take a million years for him to find the right angle. thus, you often took photos of yourself and him.

“i am proud.” you say, giving his hand a squeeze before handing him his phone. “even if some of the photos are a little weird.”

“weird? they’re all art to me.” he says, offended.

“they’re embarrassing, tetsu…” you grumble, flustered. “especially that one of my bare butt…”

a look of concern crosses his face. “do you want me to delete it? if it makes you uncomfortable i can.” his usual smirk returns. “but listen, you have a very nice ass. nice enough to humble a man and be thankful for what he has over other people. plus, i need something for when i’m not home-”

he’s leaning into you now and you push him away slightly. “no, you don’t have to but you didn’t need to tell me that either! you’re so horny!” you say, covering your ears and walking back to the kitchen to check on dinner. he cackles and follows you closely behind.

his hands sneak around your waist and he buries his face in your neck, his breath fans against it which causes a chill to run down your spine. “speaking of which, have you ever considered us making a sex tape? my phone quality is good enough to record one…way better than my old and better than yours too.”

“what?! no, what are you saying?” your face is burning hotter than hell at this point. “and what does your camera being better than mine have to do with anything?”

“well it’s been life-changing! my life has never been better with this phone!” he beams.

“you hated it and threatened to take it back multiple times.” you point out.

he waves you off. “well just consider it,” he says, “wouldn’t share with anyone if we did, it would be just nice to have. there’s no pressure though if you don’t want to.” he kisses your temple before resuming what he was doing before.

“i just feel weird about seeing myself on camera…” you mumble, before looking over at him. “don’t you feel weird?”

he hums in disagreement. “no, i just see it as us being intimate together. sharing a moment that no one else can see and being vulnerable with each other is something i think is beautiful…i think you’re beautiful…no matter how weird you feel.” he’s looking at you with the most loving expression, one he only has reserved for you. one that makes you feel like the luckiest person in the world.

you look back at the stove, feeling warm all over. you chew your lip. “okay…i’ll think about it…”

you feel grateful that he doesn’t make fun of you, and snuggle closer into his hold. “video or not, i want to show you how grateful i am to have you.” he says in a rare soft voice.

soon the subject changes and he’s eagerly showing you something on his phone like usual. it’s a memoji of him with an odd haircut (ironic, right?). he grumbles about how there wasn’t one with his hair so he had to ‘settle’, and that makes you laugh before reassuring him that it’s still cute, just like him.

this definitely wasn’t a conversation you thought you would have. but in an unexpected way, who knew a small cellular device could bring you two closer?

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bokuto koutarou x reader, 3.3k

you're in charge of the kissing booth for msby's charity fair. bokuto is not impressed, saving the penguins be damned.

[a/n: aaa this is a very very late bday fic for my beloved dani!! i'm so sorry it took me so long but i love u dearly, u are one of the funniest biches i know <3 mwah]

“Seems like it’s going well,” Hinata chuckles as he takes a spot beside Bokuto, leaning against the brick wall behind them. 

Bokuto’s grip on the clipboard tightens. “Yeah. It’s going great.” he answers dryly.

“I think her lips are going to fall off by the end of the night. I didn’t expect this many people to be interested.”

The person in question is you of course, currently lip-locked with a boy who couldn’t stop shaking. It was only a small kiss, no tongue in sight, but he had flushed bright pink immediately, giving the impression that he could faint at any moment. Motherfucker.

When you pull away mere seconds later, the idiot almost slips and your hand immediately goes out to try and steady him, genuinely concerned and asking, “Are you alright?” 

Hinata watches on with sickening glee, stupid smirk on his lips. Bokuto on the other hand? Well he’s on his last straw. Definitely considering having his Joker moment. 

“It’s cute how she doesn’t seem to notice that almost every person has ‘accidentally’ tripped into her arms,” Hinata said, hushed so that nobody around them could hear. Not that anyone was listening. Anyone with eyes would be more focused on the pretty, kiss-dazed girl sitting beside them. “Or if she does notice, she doesn’t care.”

Bokuto didn’t know which was worse: the fact that you were playing along, or you not realizing how popular you were.

It’s for charity, he reminded himself. For a good cause. Bokuto couldn’t even complain out loud because this entire thing was going to his choice of charity. They’d drawn straws and his and Hinata’s choices had been picked as the two they’d focus on this year; so technically, every kiss you gave was a direct line to saving the penguins.

But when Bokuto agreed that Hinata’s Y/N-kissing-booth suggestion was a good idea, he hadn’t been serious. Or, well, he had been serious, but for some reason he’d imagined the people who’d line up to be various clones of himself. Not like, actual people.

“If looks could kill, you’d be a serial killer,” Hinata said, poking Bokuto’s cheek. Bokuto whined, covering the spot with one hand. His cheeks were embarrassingly warm. “You know she’s not going to magically fall in love with any of them, right? You don’t need to worry.”

“I’m not worrying,” Bokuto huffed. What did he have to worry about? It wasn’t like you were his girlfriend or anything. You guys had never even come close to kissing. What kind of right did he have to worry? “I’m just…” He faltered, searching for a good excuse on why he was standing here brooding. He didn’t have one.

“You’re just, huh?” Hinata repeated.

The boy who was with you, once hewas back on his feet, went straight to the back of the line again. Bokuto’s eye twitched.

His job was to count the donations, and so every person that walked up had to hand him exactly one hundred yen in exchange for a kiss. Because that was apparently what your kisses were worth—one hundred yen. Not even one dollar in America.

He was about to rip his hair out. Did these people even realize how lucky they were?

Well, clearly they had to have some recognition of how beautiful and perfect you were, otherwise they wouldn’t be in line at all. But still, they didn’t know you. Not like Bokuto or any of your other friends did. So did they actually understand? He doubted it.

The next person in line walked up to the table. A guy around his own age with a pretty, placid smile. He handed him a ten thousand yen bill.

“That’s ten, right?” he asked casually, like he was talking about the weather and not the fact he’d just bought ten kisses from Bokuto’s year-long crush. 

“Yep,” Hinata chirped on Bokuto’s behalf.

“Great!” he exclaimed before turning away happily.

The MSBY charity team had rented out a spot for their bi-annual charity fair. All around them, different teammates had their own stalls. One selling home baked goods, one for merch, one for autographs, and the list went on. Bokuto had the unfortunate luck of being stuck at the far left side, which consisted of the kissing booth and then a game where you had to hit a target to dunk Atsumu into a tank of water.

Why couldn’t Bokuto have been put with Atsumu instead, huh? You had picked Bokuto as your partner on the basis of… who knows what. You hadn’t said. To torture him, maybe. Maybe you had caught onto his crush and were sending him subliminal messages to give up.

It hadn’t started off all that bad. The first few people in line had been staff members and all of them had either accepted joking kisses on the cheek or didn’t want a kiss at all. Then the next few were your friends from different teams you’d gained through connections as the team’s PR manager, all of who had come to support the event for good press.

Things only started going downhill when random people showed up and caught wind that Y/N— MSBY’s elusively single, cute as a button, almost uncomfortably friendly PR manager— was manning the team’s kissing booth. 

Then the hoard of men came and any good mood Bokuto had over doing something for charity simmered out. Now, an hour later, it felt like they’d barely made a dent in the line of people. God, Bokuto knew that it was impossible not to be attracted to you, but this felt more and more like this entire thing was made simply to torture Bokuto and not for any charitable benefit.

“You know, I had to wait in line for an hour. I think this booth has more people than every other one here combined,” the man continued.

“Wow,” Hinata drawled. “You don’t say?”

“Sorry about that,” you said sheepishly, rubbing chapstick all over your lips.

“Oh, it’s no problem,” he brushed off your concerns. “I’m sure the wait will have been worth it.”

He laughed, and you laughed with him and Hinata, that traitor, laughed as well. Bokuto was the only one not laughing. If this was being filmed, it would be a prime example of a murder in the making for psychologists to study.

The man ran his fingers through his hair and leaned over the table. Bokuto looked away, pretending to count the money he’d just received. The singular bill in his hand.

Hinata leaned in and whispered into his ear, “Feel free to keep sulking, it’s cute. If you look miserable enough, maybe someone will feel bad for you and ask to kiss you instead out of pity.”

Bokuto elbowed him in the stomach. Hinata was only teasing him, and Bokuto knew he was just making an attempt to lighten the mood, but Bokuto was too miserable to joke about.

Hinata’s smile fell when he saw Bokuto wasn’t even making an attempt to pretend to laugh. “It’s just for charity,” Hinata reassured him happily, ruffling Bokuto’s hair. “You know that.”

“Mm.” Knowing that didn’t make Bokuto want to stop pouting any less. “I just—you know, imagining it in my head and—and seeing it happen in front of me are…” It’d been cute when Hinata suggested it because you had blushed and stammered and seeing you embarrassed usually made him happy. It was not as cute now that the blushing and stammering was caused by random people hoping to thirst trap you.

“I get it,” Hinata hummed. “Here, how about I take over your spot for ten minutes? Go take a break, get some water or something.”

Bokuto’s eyes slid over to you just in time to see you finish off your ten kisses with the guy. Despite how conversational he’d been before, he was now stunned into silence by the power of your lips. 

“Okay,” Bokuto mumbled, taking a deep breath. He was torn between being angry and just plain upset, and right now being upset was taking the edge. He didn’t have the heart to be truly mad at any of the people in line. They were only doing what he wished he could do. He couldn’t fault them for taking advantage of the opportunity. “Thanks.” He passed Hinata the clipboard and little box he’d been shoving all of the bills into. “I’ll be right back. Bathroom,” he said to you.

You shot him a quizzical look. Bokuto stuck around long enough to see the next guy step forward, donning a bright smile and grinning like a Cheshire cat. That was his cue to take a walk.

Getting away from you didn’t help his spiral as much as he’d hoped. He wandered around the fair for a few minutes aimlessly until he ended up back at Atsumu’s booth.

Sakusa took one look at him and snorted, “Why don’t you just get in line yourself and kiss her if you want to so badly?” Without Bokuto even saying why he looked so upset in the first place.

“Yeah, you have the power to—fuck!” Atsumu added, cutting off with a yelp as a guy hit the target straight-on and sent him toppling into the tank.

“You have the power to fuck,” Sakusa repeated. “So wise.”

Atsumu sputtered, crawling back out of the tank, and Bokuto chewed on the inside of his cheek. He did, indeed, have the power. He had a good twenty thousand yen in his wallet. That was twenty kisses—not that he wanted twenty. He would be happy with one.

It’s for charity, a little voice in his head sung that sounded suspiciously like Akaashi of all people. You have an excuse. Go get her!

The twenty thousand yen in his wallet was actually comprised of four five thousand bills. He pulled one out and left the remaining three in his bag. It was light and had a little dirt on the edges.

This bill was worth five of your kisses.

Why should Bokuto be embarrassed about donating to charity? His own charity choice, at that. It wasn’t that weird. It would be weirder if he didn’t donate at all, right?

Right.

He marched back to the kissing booth. The line had thinned slightly since he’d left. Hinata was engaged in a passionate one-sided conversation with you, mostly because you couldn’t physically respond, since you were currently kissing someone.

When Hinata spotted Bokuto walking up, he stopped mid-sentence and smiled. “You’re back already? I don’t mind looking over for a while—”

His eyes widened when Bokuto puffed out his cheeks and, instead of returning to his spot by your side, went straight for the back of the line. After Hinata got over his shock, he flashed him a thumbs up.

You didn’t seem to notice Bokuto was in line, too busy trying to keep up with the sheer amount of people kissing you one by one. Bokuto played with the bill in his hand, half-tempted to rip it up. Every step closer to the front of the line made him feel like he was going to throw up, but that was fine.

“It’s for charity,” he mumbled to himself. “It’s for charity. It’s for charity. It’s for charity.”

“… Kou?” you interrupted him. Bokuto jumped. When had he gotten to the front of the line? “Uh…”

You certainly looked like you’d been kissing people for the past two hours. Messy hair, swollen lips. God, you were so pretty. You must’ve just reapplied your lipgloss, because your lips were a little glossy too.

Bokuto wondered what they were going to taste like. He wondered how many people exactly had found that out so far today.

He faltered and you frowned, looking wary.

“I’ll just take your payment,” Hinata said cheerily, completely ignoring the tension in the air.

“I’m—it’s for charity,” Bokuto blurted out. He shoved the five thousand yen bill towards Hinata, who pocketed it smoothly. “For the penguins.”

Your brows raised right to your hairline, and then after a moment, your face blossomed into an unreadable smile. “Sure,” you said. “For the penguins. Do you, um, do you want a kiss on the cheek, or…”

Why were you asking him? You hadn’t asked anyone else so far! Bokuto looked helplessly at Hinata, who only shrugged, as if to say you’re on your own now.

“You decide?” Bokuto squeaked. He hoped that wasn’t too suspicious. You blinked at him. His throat bobbed as he swallowed.

“Sure,” You gestured for Bokuto to step forward, closer to the edge of the table that separated you and him.

As he looked into your eyes, Bokuto was abruptly reminded by the fact that this would be his first kiss with you. He’d imagined kissing you plenty of times before, just… not like this. But that was fine. Totally fine. Beggars couldn’t be choosers after all.

“If you’re—if you’re uncomfortable, you don’t need to—I mean—” Bokuto stammered. He bit his lip, eyes darting everywhere but your own.

“Relax,” you interrupted him, voice low. You cupped his cheek. 

Had you touched anyone else like this all day? Or was it just him? He tried to remember, but his brain was rapidly short circuiting. Oh, god. You were so close now, and you were only getting closer.

Bokuto was almost positive he could see Hinata filming this on his phone out of the corner of his eye, but all his worries about Hinata getting blackmail material on him were lost when your lips touched his own.

Kissing was a lot softer than Bokuto had imagined it to be. And it only lasted a second, so he barely got to process it before you were moving away. He made a disgruntled noise and you chuckled.

“Four more,” you said, softly.

This time he was more prepared, and he allowed his eyes to flutter shut.

The first of four, your lips lingered on his for a second longer than before. The second, your thumb brushed across his cheek. The third, Bokuto hadn’t breathed in a solid minute and his head was beginning to throb. And finally the fourth, you panted as your lips parted, and Bokuto could feel every breath on his tingling lips.

It was, in one word, perfect. Like you were made to be together. Bokuto had seen you kiss a lot of people so far that day, but never so eagerly. He was filled with tentative hope, and he opened his eyes slowly.

“Was that your first kiss?” You asked, and Bokuto’s small smile twisted into a pout. He didn’t know what the correct answer was, so he didn’t respond. You chuckled, “I’m just guessing.”

“Y/N!” Bokuto whined.

Your fingers trailed down his cheek down to his shoulder, and Bokuto leaned into the touch, achingly familiar. His heart raced, not only because of the kiss but because of how gentle you were. Things should’ve been awkward now, and yet all you did was smile and shake your head.

“You know, I—” you started, but you were cut off by someone clearing their throat, “Excuse me.”

Bokuto glanced over his shoulder to see a guy with his arms crossed, looking unimpressed. He spoke monotonously, “Are you going to hold up the line forever? If you want more kisses, go to the back.”

“Oh, uh…” Bokuto licked his lips. He got the answer to his earlier question: your lips tasted like vanilla. “Sorry.” He didn’t even have time to go to the back of the line. He was supposed to be back at work, on your other side, by now.

Clearing his throat, he took a step back, only for you to grab onto his sleeve and tug him forward so you could whisper: “We finish up here in like half an hour. Don’t run off right away. Please?”

Your eyes were big and eager, and your clutch on his sleeve was tight, like you couldn’t bear to let him go without hearing an answer.

Bokuto’s exhale came slow. The anxiety in his chest had eased, and he nodded. “I won’t,” he promised.

“Okay.” you released him. “Okay, good.”

Bokuto squeezed his way past the guy, who was squinting between the two of you like he could figure out the entire relationship from the few words he’d eavesdropped on. Hinata shoved his phone right in Bokuto’s face, and Bokuto pushed his hand out of the way, grumbling, “Shoyo, stop.”

“You guys are so cute!” Hinata yelled. The guy who was about to kiss you looked murderous. Is that how Bokuto had looked twenty minutes ago? Wow, that’s embarrassing. “Oh my god, I’m so glad I was here to witness it. I can’t wait to tell your future children. Wait, I don’t even need to tell them. I can show them. Modern technology is so amazing.”

“Please stop,” Bokuto begged, but he took the clipboard from Hinata just so he could hide his grin behind it.

.

.

. 

Hinata had returned to Atsumu’s booth shortly after the kiss, leaving Bokuto to simper alone. He couldn’t stop smiling.

As evening drew nearer, more and more people trickled away from the fair, until it was only staff and other volunteers remaining. The entire team had made close to three million yen that day. You had made at least a hundred thousand of that money on your own. And somewhere in the middle of all those bills was Bokuto’s.

You stood up, stretching lightly, and yawned. “Hey,” you called out. Bokuto tilted his head, and you smiled, eyes and nose both crinkling. Bokuto wanted to kiss them. “Do you have any cash?”

Bokuto blinked. “Do you... want something from the vending machine?”

“It’s a yes or no question Kou,” you huffed. 

With a bit of hesitancy, Bokuto reached into his wallet and pulled out one of his remaining three five thousand yen bills. Were you not going to talk about what happened? Maybe Bokuto had misread the mood. Maybe he’d totally misinterpreted your feelings. Maybe you kissed everybody like that—

You take the bill from him and promptly drop it into the donation box. “Five kisses,” you said, and then grabbed Bokuto by the collar of his jacket, pulling him closer until you were kissing him, mouth moving languidly across his own.

Bokuto looped his arms around your shoulders, sighing. You weren’t in a rush to end it, and Bokuto gave himself the privilege of slowly melting into you, gasping when you clung onto his waist. 

Five kisses later, you took another bill from Bokuto’s wallet; another five kisses later, the final bill. The kissing devolved into you pressing little pecks all over his face and Bokuto laughing, trying to fend you off. Not because he didn’t enjoy it, but because he was scared if this continued any longer his heart would give out from happiness.

“I was waiting all day for you to get in line,” you sighed.

Bokuto laughed, but his laughter turned into a moan when you kissed him again, and then again, hands wandering down his back. You both stood that way for some time, breathing heavily, before erupting into giggles.

“Next time you should pay me,” Bokuto said, in a half-hearted attempt to cover up how happy he was.

“I will,” you promised. “Or, hear me out—we can kiss for free?”

Bokuto opened his mouth to respond yes, please god, but he was interrupted by a familiar voice. “Get a room! You’re in public, you know!” Atsumu screamed from where he was helping Sakusa dismantle their booth.

You glared at him, “Shut it, Miya. You’re just jealous because you've done nothing but drown and look ugly all day.”

Atsumu scoffed, giving you the middle finger, as Bokuto held you back from retaliating by grabbing your shoulders and kissing you again until you forget everything that isn't him.

[kentolove]

Thinking hard and long about girl dad! Tsukishima who's utterly obsessed with his little family 🥰

Wakes up early every day to do his little girls hair, running on a weak four hours of sleep. (He’ll never tell you that he was up all night googling “cute hairstyles for your first day of school” just to make sure his smallest angel is the prettiest.)

Makes you breakfast and brings it to you in bed, placing a sweet kiss on your forehead as a good morning. He watches you eat as he complains about the day that awaits him: how he’s so sick of his coworkers, how his boss so often packs his schedule, and how seeing you every afternoon is the only thing that gets him out of bed every morning.

Packs his little girl her lunch and cuts the fruits and veggies into all the cutest shapes. Writes a short note telling her how much he loves her.

Walks his daughter to school and links pinkies with her, for his hand is far too big to fit into her smaller one. Places the biggest, sloppiest kiss on her cheek as a goodbye, and only does so in order to embarrass her in front of all her friends.

Comes back home to find you on your work desk—papers spread all around you, glasses on, and some crumbs from breakfast still on your cheek—and he can’t help but smile. (Who made him the luckiest man on earth?)

Spins your chair to face him and despite all your protests, he takes your glasses off the bridge of your nose and kisses you so hard you think you might see stars. Grabs your chin with his calloused hand (a palm that speaks of all your years of love) and guides you into him. Moulds your two lips into one, and you let him take control. He pulls you up from your seat, a firm hand around your waist, and you almost fall back down. (His power is immeasurable.)

He pulls away with a boyish smirk, “never got my good morning kiss.”