#twysily

[blue-wristbands]

@carnal-lnstinct​ 

Me seeing ​new TWYSILY

Also me seeing A/N

[atearsarahjane]

I started a new series even though I’m in the middle of like 4 already.

It’s a series of oneshots about berena telling each other they love the other. First chapter is angsty but it’s all uphill from here folks

[atearsarahjane]

Second oneshot from my new Berena Series -'The Way You Said I Love You'

[notsuchasecret]

Daily Drabble 11-13-15

11-13-15 Prompt: As an Apology (The Ways You Say I Love You ch 8) Pairing: n/a (Tsukishima Brothers) Rating: G

AO3

“Nii-chan?” Akiteru looked up warily to see his brother standing in the doorway. Kei had grown so much while Akiteru had been in college; it seemed like every time he came home to visit Kei loomed taller and taller, and his expression was harsher and sharper. Not right now, though. Now Kei was watching the ground with anxiety dancing in his eyes, twisting his fingers together in front of him.

“What is it, Kei?” Akiteru asked. Kei flinched and glanced up, then back to the floor.

“There- there’s a documentary on tonight about the stegosaurus,” Kei answered. “I was wondering if you- if you wanted to watch it with me.” Akiteru stared at Kei, his head spinning. It had been five years since the last time Kei had wanted to do something with him, five years since he had shattered his baby brother’s heart. And now Kei was inviting him not only to recreate a lost pastime of their childhood, but to see a side of him that Kei had only let Yamaguchi see in the last five years. Akiteru nodded, his mouth gone dry, and stood.

Akiteru sat at the end of the couch closest to the tv, expecting Kei to take the armchair across the room. To his surprise, however, Kei flopped down at the other end of the sofa, propping his feet up in Akiteru’s lap while he fiddled with the remote.

“Kei, wha-” Kei glared at him and held a finger to his lips, pointing at the screen. Akiteru snorted and turned to watch.

It didn’t take long before they were both enraptured. Every few minutes there would be an especially remarkable factoid and Kei would dig his heel into Akiteru’s thigh, or else Akiteru would nudge Kei’s calf in excitement. Neither said a word throughout the entire program, preferring to watch and absorb all the information presented to them.

When it was over, Kei turned the tv off and they sat in silence. Then,

“Nii-chan, you know I love you, right?” Akiteru started and looked at his brother. Kei was watching him calmly, a far cry from his earlier nervous self.

Akiteru could see it all then. All the lies he had told to keep that smile on Kei’s face. The disastrous game where he had caught sight of Kei and Tadashi across the court. The terse silences that followed, and five years of tension between them. And there was Kei, sitting on the other side of the couch, holding out an olive branch. Akiteru smiled.

“I love you too, Kei,” he said.

“Good. Then you can pay our admission to the new exhibit opening in Sendai,” Kei said, settling back against the arm of the couch and raising an eyebrow.

Akiteru stared, then cracked a grin. “Alright, you enterprising little brat. How’s Sunday?”

[notsuchasecret]

Daily Drabble 10-23-15

10-23-15 Prompt: With a Hoarse Voice, Under the Blankets (The Way You Say I Love You ch 2) Pairing: MatsuHana Rating: G

AO3

Issei adored how much his boyfriend hated mornings. Hanamaki was never happy when he woke up, and downright cranky if he woke up before noon. Issei loved the way his face scrunched unhappily as he glared at the alarm clock or the sunlight streaming through their bedroom window, loved the way he was slow to react to literally everything before his third cup of coffee.

It was a little past nine on a Sunday morning and Issei was watching Hanamaki sleep. He reached out and stroked Hanamaki’s hair away from his forehead, watching the way his nose scrunched up into a scowl.

“Stop staring at me you creep,” Hanamaki grumbled, rolling away. Issei chuckled and followed him, wrapping his arms around Hanamaki’s waist.

“Can’t,” he said. “You’re too adorable.” Hanamaki grunted and elbowed him in the gut.

“’S too early,” he groaned.

“You don’t even know what time it is,” Issei pointed out.

“’S too early,” Hanamaki emphasized. Issei grinned and pulled away, gathering the blankets up in his hands. Hanamaki whined in protest, but didn’t move. Issei pulled the blanket tight across his shoulders and launched himself up the bed, landing on top of Hanamaki in a cocoon of warmth and muffled light. He propped himself up with his elbows on either side of Hanamaki’s head, looking down at him with his heart caught in his throat.

Hanamaki had quiet laughter in his eyes, watching Issei with a fond expression. The light that made it through the blanket was dim and orange, touching Hanamaki’s hair, his bare torso, his lidded eyes, and the long, sharp line of his nose with gorgeous color. He shifted so that he could bring his arms up to loop loosely around Issei’s neck.

“I love you,” he whispered, his voice still rough with sleep. Issei stopped breathing.

He let himself fall onto Hanamaki, knocking all the breath out of him and hiding his face in his shoulder.

“You can’t just say that, ‘Hiro,” he groaned. Hanamaki wheezed out a laugh and held him tighter.

“Serves you right for waking me up so early,” he chided. Issei grumbled indistinctly into Hanamaki’s bare skin, nosing along his collarbone and letting his lips brush against the hollows of his shoulder. “Issei, babe, what’s wrong?” he asked, his fingers inching into Issei’s hair.

“Nothing,” Issei told him, twisting his neck so he could prop his chin on Hanamaki’s sternum. “You’re just perfect.” Hanamaki hummed.

“Yeah,” he agreed. “I am.”

Issei snorted and wriggled his fingers into Hanamaki’s side. He earned a knee to the stomach for that. Hanamaki kept kicking until Issei fell out of the bed with a thump.

“What the hell, Takahiro?” he demanded, but when he righted himself and looked up, there was no sign of Hanamaki. Just a tightly rolled lump of blankets that Issei knew he wasn’t going to be able to budge anytime soon. He smiled fondly to himself and stood to get on with his day.