#yes lord

[frenchcoucou]

morning nanami ☀️

ac: narutoss.ramen

[stuck-with-uu]

help. my pussy gone crazy

via tik tok

[littleshamrock]

“where did you find this guy?”

there was a man in your front yard. you had things to do; mainly annoy kiyoko while she cooked dinner, finish up folding your laundry. but you couldn’t.

he was tan, his hair sprung in every direction underneath the baseball cap he was wearing, his shoulders were covered in freckles visible enough from a solid twenty feet away. what you would give to see them up close. your tea grew cold in your forgotten mug, your laundry wrinkling on the couch. you felt like a creep watching this random man through your window, sitting on a pile of your own clothes to get a good look.

“hinata? he’s a friend.” kiyoko shouted from the kitchen. you would be in there with her, but hot guys in your front yard was a once in a blue moon event. thank god for tanaka catching catching the flu. usually it would have been his bald head bobbing around in your flowerbed.

you didn’t turn to speak. he was using his shirt to wipe his glistening face. good god. “where has he been?” because why the hell hadn’t she introduced you before.

“brazil.”

yum. you groaned, your face plummeting into the couch cushion. the thought of back muscles shot your head right back up. “what’s his deal?”

there was a spoon in your face that smelled of paprika and garlic. you let kiyoko push it into your mouth while she muttered something about mismatched socks.

she could read your mind, she always could. “he’s only back home for three months. chill.”

“there’s a buffed up ginger in my front yard, shimi.”

her hands flew into the air with defeat, head flung back. “this is making me sick, you freak.” she shuffled away in her fluffy house slippers.

if you weren’t going to finish your laundry, at least you could annoy kiyoko. you followed her back into the kitchen, redoing her claw-clipped hair for her before sitting up on the counter. the dinner on the stove bubbled and filled the kitchen with a happy smell.

your feet rocked back and forth, your concentration focused on the sauce stain on the counter. it was the same color as hinata’s hair. you bit your lip thinking about that sweat drenched hair that stuck to his sun kissed face. the way his shirt moved with the bulging of his back — the fabric stretched tightly. just the thought of him seemed almost pornographic.

“‘kay, yard’s all done.”

he had materialized before you, cracking his knuckles on the sides of his hips. you stared. hard. was he real…or did you just manifest him into the house?

“thank you, shoyo.” shimizu smiled gently, glasses slipping close to the end of her nose. “dinner’s almost done. this is your pay so if you don’t like it, don’t expect my money instead.”

“when have i ever complained about food.” he laughed and you swore you had never heard a laugh fit a person more.

his big brown eyes met yours and your heart dropped to your ass. he was prettier in person. freckles dusting his face just like they did his broad shoulders, shorts hugging his thighs, fingers drumming on the dining table. you needed to find his mother to thank her.

“hi.” his smile was blinding. why was there an angel in your kitchen.

“hi.”

he walked to you, holding out a calloused hand. “i’m shoyo.”

when you told him your name, your hand held snug in his, his eyes widened and he looked to your roommate—his mouth forming an ‘o’ shape. “i forgot you guys moved in together.”

your brows quirked in confusion. maybe it was just you but it sounded as if shoyo already knew who you were. not that you had a problem with that.

“you were in kiyoko’s class, right?”

you nodded your head, and he kept holding your hand. longest handshake ever. but he was warm, and the touch was nice.

he had a dimple on his left cheek and smile lines that sunk deep into his face. “i always thought you were cute in high school.”

the room felt smaller and your face felt hotter. you went to school with him? the guy you were drooling over from the living room window went to the same school you did? this was either a humiliation ritual or the best thing to happen to you.

“you look really good.” he said earnestly. his voice was soft and liquid like honey. everything about this boy in front of you was sweet. you had half a mind to suggest continuing this catching up with him in your bedroom. what the hell was wrong with you?

you grinned, tilting your head with a smile. “not so bad yourself.” was that cringe? who cares, he laughed in a way that twisted your stomach. which was enough.

dinner tasted better than it usually did. your elbow was mingling with hinata’s on the table. his arm made yours look like a stick from side by side.

he told stories like a teacher reading a book to a class full of five year olds. his laughter shook the table. he asked you questions no one had ever cared to ask, and he looked at you as if you were the most important person in the room; head propped in his hand, staring hard just to make sure you didn’t run away. you would never.

and when dinner was over, you did the dishes with him, hip to hip. kiyoko insisted he rest, he insisted he didn’t. all to spend a little extra time with you. you built a rhythm that made you decide then and there that you never wanted to do dishes with anyone ever again. unless it was him.

“three months?” you stood in the open front door, seeing him off.

shoyo crossed his arms over his chest. it was instinct to watch as his arms bulged. “depending.”

“on?”

his shoulders shrugged and he grinned just enough to show a canine. you cursed yourself internally for not paying attention to this man sooner. what high school could have been…

he never answered your question. he pulled a marker out of his back pocket instead, bit the cap off with his cutely unique teeth, grabbed your arm with both hands, and slowly, carefully wrote a string of numbers on your skin. he still smelled of sweat, his shirt still damp.

you giggled watching his tongue poke out of his mouth. a look of concentration.

“don’t forget about me this time, ‘kay?” he dropped your arm. his pointer finger wrapped around your pinkie.

standing out on the front steps, letting every ounce of air conditioning leave through your open front door, you quietly took his features to memory. kiyoko would yell at you later.

shoyo’s orange hair shone in the evening sunlight. his smile was bright and expectant. hinata was a sun all on his own. you squeezed his finger hoping it was enough to keep him around forever.

“wasn’t planning on it.”

[universesweetheart]

Flower Crown (Michael Jackson x Reader)

Bestfriend OTW Michael x Reader, they're both dorks and crushing on each other, idiots in love, oblivious at first, fluff, yearner mj cause he invented it ofc Also (spoiler for the fic ahead lol idk?) this is what I was imagining in my head when reader was putting flowers in his afro but I don't know if I wrote it descriptive enough sorry guys (Photo creds to emmeline on Pinterest)

Also first time writing for THE Michael Jackson, hope I did him justice My works: enjoy Bye now - Mars ♡

Today was the day! 

The day you'd finally get to see your best friend after months! He's been busy with his new album and all that music stuff you barely had any idea about 

You just knew that today he'd be coming home and you two had plans to hang out, plans you made on one of the many late night phone calls with Michael over the months. 

You had your afternoon planned, wanting to get away from his family and have some quiet time with your best friend. 

As soon as you saw Michael, you pounced on him, hugging him tightly, "Oh! How I've missed you" you whisper against his shirt

"Oof" he stumbled as he caught you, hugging you back as he lifted you off your feet, "Little lady is excited" he laughs when you glare up at him 

"Missed you too" he smooths out your hair, mostly trying to distract himself from looking at your lips, he was, and still is, a gentleman. 

Michael was heads over penny loafers in love with you, he just didn't wanna ruin the friendship by confessing his feelings. What if he made it weird? What if you ended the friendship? Dear lord, he couldn’t lose you!

"Let's go, I don't wanna waste any time" he ushers you into the car, Bill already putting the basket you packed into the trunk

To Bill delivering you both to a nature hide out, it was quiet and peaceful, you could hear the birds and the breeze, and gentle sunlight was pouring down onto you two, all and all to say that it was beautiful. 

"I appreciate this so much, you didn't have to"

"Shut up," you smile, "I wanted to" you help him spread the soft blanket out onto the grass, "And I wanted to be different too" 

"You always do" he teases, slipping off his shoes and plopping down onto the blanket, "I like that about you" 

Joining him you, you smile brightly, "I have all your favourites" 

"I just want you" 

"..."

He closes his eyes at the silence from your end, letting an awkward smile stretch across his lips

"You bastard" you accused, Michael always liked teasing you and it made you flustered to no end because you knew he wasn't being serious. THE Michael Jackson would want you like that? He was surrounded with fans and models, he couldn’t want you…right? 

Michael sits up, taking a bottle of orange juice and downing it in one go, stealing glances at you

"Let's eat" 

"Okay" He smiles and shifts over to you, thighs touching yours as he settles in, eagerly biting into the food your prepared 

"How are you, really?" You ask, taking a bite of your food, stealing glances of your best friend as he eats. How can one look so beautiful and elegant whilst eating? He simply was just that guy.

"Hmm, I am well?" 

"You don't sound sure" you tease

Michael bums his shoulder into yours playfully, "You silly girl"

That gets a giggle out of you, "No, truly I'm always here" 

He looks at you, you find yourself heating up internally, hoping Michael doesn't catch the cherry red in your cheeks now 

"Let's enjoy this, here, I don't want to taint this moment with my burdens" 

"Okay King of Stubbornness" you sass, finishing up your meal and getting up to stretch your legs

Michael laughs at that, you practically hear the church bells ringing already, gods you were in the trenches 

"Hey! Get back here" he gets up and runs after you

Screaming and giggling in joy you start running, as fast as you can but it's no match for his long legs and soon enough Michael lanky frame is crashing into your body and you both are toppling onto the ground 

Rolling over each other from the sheer force of impact and finally slowing down until you're both laid out in the field, flowers all around, straight out of picture book

"You're an idiot," you accuse, sitting up and hugging your legs to your chest, "A long legged idiot at that" 

He giggles, sitting up and mirroring your actions, "And you can't accept defeat" he pokes your cheek to annoy you further 

"It's not defeat if I didn't know I were in a race"

"You even got a headstart too"

Pushing his hand away, you turn away from him in faux anger, quickly getting distracted with the flowers in front of you 

Before you know it, you're picking tiny flowers and tucking the stems into each other, forming a beautiful woven flower crown

"Whatcha doing, pretty girl" Michael creeps over to you, resting his chin on your shoulder to see what you're doing 

"Ignoring my best friend, he's so mean to me" you mumble, continuing to add more flowers to the crown

"That guy sounds like trouble" he mumbles in amusement, sweet voice right near your ear as he curiously watch you make the flower crown

"He is, I swear he's gonna give me a heart attack one day" you lifted up your crown, proudly show casing it to the invisible audience 

Michael claps in joy, stealing the crown from you and slipping it onto your head, "Perfect," he smiles, adjusting stray hairs around your face. 

Just an excuse to keep touching your face for a little longer, really. 

Picking another flower from the field you tuck it into his afro, then another and another, until his hair is filled with tiny little flowers peaking out his afro. 

Michael pauses as you work quietly, he's nervous, more than when he's on stage in front stadiums full of fans

He feels as if one wrong move, a breath too loud might break this beautiful tranquil moment with his favourite person in the whole wide world. 

You cup his cheeks and turn his head side to side, admiring your work, smiling proudly, "You look so...ridiculous" you start giggling 

"Hey!" He laughs, grabbing your wrists 

"I'm kidding, Mikey. You look ethereal" you whisper, giving him a toothy smile he can't help mirroring

God dammit he was a lost cause when it came to you

Catching his stare, you stare back quietly, time seeming to tick by slower as if the Gods themselves wanted to watch this moment unfold

His bambi eyes betray him as they slip away from your gaze and down to your lips 

The realization hits you too quick, cheeks heating up as you blush 

Michael's hands are still holding your wrists, "...May I, please, I need to kiss you" he whispers, it's pained and his brows furrowed in want, in need.

"Oh Michael, I would like that very much, plea-"

His lips are on yours before you even get to finish your sentence, desperate and hungry as he releases your wrists and cups your cheeks

Michael kisses like there is no tomorrow, he takes the breath out of you, swallowing your sweet sounds of soft moans and pleasurable sighs

Wrapping your arms around his neck as he let's himself fall backwards, taking you with him. Landing with a soft thud on the grass, he hugs you closer, kissing you needily and even when you pull away to breathe it has him whining like a sad puppy as he buries his face into the crook of your neck and breathes in your scent, a mixture of your perfume and natural scent of your sweat from being outdoors and running around 

"You ruined me thoroughly, pretty girl" 

"Stop talking like that" you panic, blush creeping down your neck, Michael nips the soft flesh there, "Kiss me again, please, I need it, baby, please baby" he begs sweetly against your skin

"You're so spoiled" you huff, tilting his head back and sealing your lips to his, smiling against his lips when he playfully nips your tongue and then soothingly sucks it better 

"Bastard"

"Your bastard, baby" he smiles, bringing you back in for another sweet sweet kiss.

[1inacerulean]

God bless this Tik tok creator

[smd04]

Oh this was the move. Absolutely.

[globalnuisance]

When I say I need a knight in shining armour, THIS IS WHO I MEAN

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