[eightmillionyenvase]

I don't have anything funny to say just look at him

[notbossanova]

— nckczawa

☠  “Of course not.”  Umehito replied leaning forward and hugging him tightly, as tightly as he could. Pale fingers would brush aside the red hair he admired so much and he smiled. “Who would ever dare to make fun of you, you’re perfect. A curse lay upon those who speak ill of you.”  He meant it sincerely, of course. Nobody would harm him, not so long as he was around. Weak as he may be, he wasn’t without his ways of making sure his loved ones were protected to some degree. 

In comparison, Ritsu seemed so strong to him, even more so that he was willing to stay by his side through the hospital visits, as frequent as they were. They had even had to cancel a vacation to Russia to his family because of his health problems and he always felt like a burden on his family. “Would you stay the night?” 

 PERFECT--- he hasn’t ever really heard someone describe him that way, not ever. He had a hard time processing what it was the other was saying for just a moment. Maybe it was medication talking ? It just had to be, as the IVs were hooked up to machines on the hospital beside & the constant beeps filled him with constant anxiety.  Head still hid within the other’s chest, concentrating on the other’s breathing, the lower and rising of his chest & how valuable the other SEEMED was comforting.  To be just laying here helplessly, however, was not.  Knowing dang well that if he were caught by one of the nurses he would be told to get out of the bed, unlatch his arms from around the other’s waist & ---- that wasn’t going to happen. They would MOST likely have to peal him off.        ❝ IDOIT, where the hell else would I go ?! ❞

[rpmusingsforthesoul]

Send 🎬 for a line from a movie/ tv show as a starter

[notbossanova]

WHAT FORM OF GENTLE AFFECTION ARE YOU ? 

---“  I MISS YOU ” TEXTS.

long nights full of yearning and fantasies... intimate secrets you'd be embarrassed to say out loud... passionately reuniting once again... you want a love that is desperate and passionate, you want someone that will make you feel like you’re living freely. you want to feel the fire burning in your chest when you see them. you want every touch to feel like fireworks, and to discover something new about them every day. while this addicting fire can be fun to chase, try not to drop every lover once the flame seems to have died down. sometimes the most intense burn comes from the fire you continue to kindle, and it is worth it to settle in front of a hearth.

[ouranhighschool]

Ritsu Kasanoda

[haruhigenderenvy]

the hosts, looking at kasanoda: catboy rights

[ichise]

[notbossanova]

— nckczawa

☠ Umehito smiled and pressed his forehead against Ritsu’s forehead. Even in this state, in a hospital, no affection was held back between the two of them. He didn’t feel exposed around Ritsu, as he usually did without his wig and cloak. Like this, with Ritsu, he felt comfortable, complete and whole. “ I will hold you to your word then and we’ll find a way to get you into the same college I plan to go to as well.”  Thinking about a future with him, maybe they were too young to imagine it but, it was nice. A nice thought. There was more in store for him than a life of frequent hospital visits. There was Ritsu. 

It amazed him, how much the other adored him even when he looked rather ragged hooked up to an IV and monitor. Eyebags clear as day and not hidden, he was so pale against any color he wore, yellow made him look even more sickly as a result.   The blonde laughed a little trying not to cackle has he usually did.  “I am so surprised people find you intimidating at all, you’re not. “ 

   ❝ You mak’n fun of me ? ❞  ---  He wasn’t ACTUALLY mad, of course, even with his brows furrowed, making an angry face. Continuing to press his forehead against the blondes and scrunching up his nose. Absolutely not, there was NOTHING to make fun of & Nekozawa was sweet, he would never do such a thing on purpose or on accident --- for that matter. Of course he WASN’T trying to be intimidating ever in his life, though it was from his background, how he grew up, & his face.  His stupid so called intimidating face.  

A hand rested on the other’s side, continuing to let finger tips brush along the other’s skinny frame. The prince seemed so fragile, as if he MOVED wrong he’d break a bone or make him uncomfortable. It was a shame he couldn’t stop laying across him, like the other’s personal red tabby cat, WANTING nothing more than to be close, a pet or two, kisses to get him by & to make sure that EVERYTHING was functioning normally so the other could go home by tomorrow. 

[notbossanova]

— ouranking

“Bonjour..” Tamaki’s smile was soft as he glanced over at Kasanoda. He of course he hadn’t realized that that the other was in the room with him, in all honestly Tamaki had been lost in thought and just singing the first song that came to his head. It was one of those days where he so desperately missed his home country.. not that he would willingly admit that.

“It truly is a beautiful language.. but perhaps I’m bias.” Tamaki switched back to Japanese, though he couldn’t fully get the saddened tone out of his voice. He moved closer to Kasanoda, finding himself rather glad that he had a little bit of company.

“What brings you by? I don’t believe Haruhi has already gone home for the day.”

              ❝  Uh  --- no, I was just walking by ( --- though, that is one of the MAIN reasons why he ever came by the music room anymore but it was nice that the host club treated him as if he had been part of the family for some time. ) & HAPPENED to hear you singing, it was really nice.  ❞   SOMETHING about the King kind made him uneasy, not because he was a bad guy or anything but he really wasn’t up to the host’s expectations. As Tamaki had made it clear in the past, his demeaner could SOUR whatever the host club represented. Not that he was part of the club but maybe even COMMUNICATING with them daily would put a bad spot light on them somehow. ( which would NEVER happen. ) 

                          ❝  I WISH I knew the language as well as you did. It’s always something I wanted to learn but ya’ know. I am never good at stick’n to anything so I quit before I even started. ❞  That’s the truth, HOW could he stick to something like that when his normal school work was NEVER getting done and all he ever wanted to really do was stay home & be at the dojo to practice fighting ? It wasn’t like he could sit down long enough to really OPEN a book, indulge himself in practice to begin learning. Such things take time, especially learning a second language --- PERHAPS he needed a tutor. 

[notbossanova]

– ofsin

   Agonizingly  EMBARASSED  at  how  she  reacted ,  a  blush  begins  to  form  on  pale  cheeks ;  his  returning  of  her  apology  leaving  Carolynn  PERPLEXED .  Echoing  of  the  same  words  that  had  left  her  mouth  only  moments  ago  disproves  every  unintentionally  made  ASSUMPTION  that  had  formed  while  observing  him ;  GUILT  like  bile  that  burned  her  throat  as  she  attempts  to  SWALLOW  IT ,  but  fails .

  ❝  You’re  …  apologizing  to  ME ??  ❞  

                   ❝ Well --- YEAH. I didn’t mean to scare you, if I did.  ❞    Why was talking to people so odd to do ? Some people did it so naturally, like it was second nature. As if the anxiety & FEAR of scaring them didn’t come with conversation. It was EXACTLY why he admired Morinozuka ( Despite his over all appearance, people talked to him so naturally & he responded without a care in the world. Even if the words were minimal, at times that man could CARRY on a talking to people so naturally. Of course, there was OTHER various reasons why the older classman was admirable but he could only think of that one for right now. )  A sigh, the faint blush that matched his hair soon settled directly on his ears, HOPEFULLY well hidden while look toward her, she seemed confused & distant more than he had liked her to be. 

[notbossanova]

           ❝ I am SURPRISED that you like me still. I find you wonderful and I could go on about you for hours because I can’t even shut up for a sec’ about how I feel.  I don’t SEE what you see when you look at me but I wanna hold you for a long time cus’ you put up with me. ❞  Takes a hold of his hand, tugging the other close. / @nckczawa​

[notbossanova]

WHAT DOES YOUR SOUL SMELL LIKE ?  --

CANDLE SMOKE

KEY WORDS: self-assured, courageous, intuitive. you are an expert at overcoming your demons and should be proud of how brave you have consistently shown yourself to be. others are amazed by your perseverance, strong personality, and unapologetic uniqueness.

COMPATIBLE WITH: coffee, grass and rain

[notbossanova]

— nckczawa

☠ Staring at the blood in his hand. The blood he just coughed up. 

     --  ❝ GAH! BLOOD! Ume -- are you okay ?! ❞ Frantic, he glanced over his shoulder and looked around for a towel. One, near by the sink, NEARLY tripping over himself to go grab it and run back to clean off the other’s hand. 

[medievalthymes]

my love language is the same as a crow. if you’re nice to me i’ll bring you useless little trinkets from my travels that made me think of you

[notbossanova]

— ofsin

   Surprised  by  being  CAUGHT ,  she  can’t  help  but  FLINCH  at  his  inquiry –  the  answer  &  truth  obvious  whether  she  lie  or  not .

   ❝  I - I’m  sorry !!  ❞  she  stutters . 

        --- ❝ No, I’m SORRY. It’s just --- ❞  WHY did people happen to look at him like he was some walking weapon.  It wasn’t exactly his face people stared at though, it was the red hair that stood out from the typical natural colors. Ginger’s weren’t really common so when people FOUND them they happened to stare. His face just either led the person to scream or look even longer.  The stranger seemed more SCARED than usual & feeling bad, he felt the need to apologize for startling her at all. 

[alisonzai]

*holds cat like baby*

[f4rm]