#so here we areee

[pvffinsdaisies]

Some ScotNor headcanons,

Bc it’s been a while since I shared some.

Norway always buys so many books whenever he visits Scotland, because they’re so much cheaper there, to the point where Scotland has a few shelves on his bookcase filled with Norway’s books instead of his own. They don’t always fit in Nor’s case, and sometimes it’s nice to just have some books there waiting for him.

Scotland is 100% the driver out of these two, because he doesn’t trust Norway behind a wheel. Scotland is actually surprisingly quite careful when he drives, whereas Norway always goes way too fast under the logic of “I’ve driven this speed over icy mountains, this is nothing 🙄”

Whenever they visit one another, they have a morning routine to wake up at 06:00, go on a quick morning walk, come back and have breakfast, and then get started on their activities for the day. It works for them! The only problem is when Scotland wants to stay in bed and cuddle for a bit, but Norway doesn’t understand the concept of a lie in.

Nor will take frequent naps throughout the day though, if they head inside and sit down for a moment, he will accidentally fall asleep on Scot’s chest.

They enter charity marathons together quite frequently

Scotland has a hearing dog, called lassie, and bc she’s a Scottish terrier her paws aren’t fit for Norwegian winters, so norway keeps dog slippers in his flat (or house) just for when Scotland visits during the colder months.

Norway is constantly knitting things for Scotland. Those happen to be some of the only items of clothing Nor won’t steal from Scotland and wear himself.

Scotland speaks to his highland cows- neòinean and eilidh- in Norwegian to try and practice the language for his boyfriend

Due to multiple different factors, but mainly their shared desperation to cling to independence, these two are incredibly slow burn and, despite centuries of pining, move at an exhaustingly slow pace that would tire out most other people, but it’s just what feels natural to them, ig.

They both like to claim that Sir Nils Olav III is their son, and they will get into debates over whether he is actually a Norwegian penguin or a Scottish penguin.

[manybcdthings]

tuscany villa

nick belcourt and tyler brooks @waterfallswords

Nick wasn't even drunk, or anywhere near. There was a natural high he experienced when there was an audience, even more so when it was made up of his family. It didn't matter if Tyler was a brand new face among the mix, the wolf was accepted with open arms. Nick tapped Tyler's arm with an excited glance towards the speakers and the two unattended microphones sitting on top of them. Just waiting for a seasoned performer such as himelf. "Wanna do Islands In The Stream?" he asked as if they were lifelong friends and had been for years. "I can do Dolly's parts, I don't care." Nick added as he laughed. "Can't really get those notes and honestly I kinda murder the whole thing. Everyone hates me singing it." the witch was already moving to his feet, etching towards the speakers.

[g-o-dynasty]

[beeguillotine]

Haaaappy Miriam Monday!!!

[calmlb]

WIP Wednesday

ACE SKK ‼️

[defeateddetectives]

TOGETHER AT LONG LAST

[gradelstuff]

Holiday Story - Geten's Day Off

Preview:

[funkily]

oh so theyre GAY gay huh . this post is about mog and sausage

[gynaephora]

I'm 100% certain we have at least two more mental illnesses than we thought less than an hour ago but now is not the time to unpack that! [The time to unpack that is never. [Knowing us, I will have completely forgotten this revelation happened within half an hour. Try me.]]

[lukolabrainrot]

I need your thoughts on this Nicola and Jake picture that is making rounds. People are jumping ship, leaving the restaurant. It’s a disaster.

I'm just going to link two posts by @newghlan because I think it summarizes my thoughts pretty well:

this one

and this one

A few other things:

I have NEVER believed the JD rumors! I'm not going to get into specifics here, but a quick search on SM will give you a lot of information.

The Sun is not a reputable source!! I know I already said this, but I felt it was important to reiterate.

We will probably never know exactly how The Sun got this photo or who took it, but I think N and JD are leaning into the dating rumors for a few different reasons. One of those reasons to take some of the heat off of L (and L/N). However, that is all speculation of course because we don't have all the details.

I think we need to look at the FULL picture of everything before we start spiraling.

Now, could N be with someone else that's not L? Yes. Is that person JD? I would be absolutely SHOCKED if that turned out to be the case (WHICH I TRULY, TRULY DON'T THINK IS THE CASE).

I do think N and JD are very good friends and have a lot of common interests and like to spend time together. However, there were a bunch of other people with them at that music festival. This DOES NOT negate or undermine what very well might be going on privately for L/N BTS currently. I have said this multiple times, but L/N are not going to be publicly linked together outside of Bridgerton for a WHILEEE (if something is going on between them). WE HAVE NO SPECIFICS OF WHAT EXACTLY IS GOING ON BETWEEN L/N RN. Doesn't mean they aren't communicating and spending time together. I think the crumbs from N the last couple of weeks suggests they actually AREEE.

The public optics around L and N has been a major rollercoaster since the London premiere. Why that is the case? Well, we just don't have enough information to know the specific reason. My theory though is that SO MUCH played out on a public stage for L/N during the PR tour, that both L/N are needing to distance themselves publicly so they can privately navigate (what I believe) is a fairly complicated situation.

We need to wait for official statements from reputable sources before we jump to major conclusions on anything.

[mxdarling]

["did you miss me? because i really missed you" / "no! i'm not going anywhere and neither are you! we're stuck together now, i'll make sure of it"]

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ೃ⁀➷: summary: the greatest detective, will never leave your side and neither will you leave his.

ೃ⁀➷: word count: 1.8k

ೃ⁀➷: reference/inspiration: n/a

ೃ⁀➷: event: [200 followers event]

[author's note:] my first bsd work LOLL god when I say I was writing this with trembling hands I wouldn't be lying, I was so scared to write for him even though he's one of my favs fufuu I just hate mischaracterization and i don't wanna fuck this up, anyways thank you anon for requesting ranpo with #30 and #22! it has been my pleasure to write for him LOLL enjoy!!

[warnings:] lowercase, ooc ranpo, yandere behavior, they/them prns, possessive behavior, obsessive behavior, ranpo sits on reader's lap, mentions of stalking, implied reader being blackmailed by ranpo, reader is taller than ranpo, non consensual kissing (cheeks & lips), ranpo licks reader's fingers, eavesdropping.

[note:] If there is anything else triggering here that I didn’t list in the warnings section, please tell me. I don’t condone this type of behavior, this is merely just for entertaining purposes and some sort of coping mechanism for me. If you continue to read beyond this point, ignoring my warnings, I am not responsible for your actions from here on out.

[GN reader]

RANPO EDOGAWA, the greatest detective in the world, one who could solve a case in under 3 seconds, your annoying and childlike coworker, the one who has no ability, is currently following you around like a lost child. this has been going on for—at least, 4 minutes max—just him trailing a few centimeters behind as you continue to walk to your destination. in all fairness, when he found out you were going to the grocery store, he immediately jumped into the conversation and decided by himself that he's going to join you during your trip.

"areee weeeee there yet? i don't remember the journey to the store being this long!" a loud whine comes out of ranpo's mouth, worsening your mood as you hear his whiny voice, the kind you'd hear from a 6-year-old child who is simply too impatient to wait for their turn. from your peripheral vision, you could see several people looking at the two of you, ranging from confusion to judgmental stares. his shoulders are down, making him have a slouched body posture as he walks behind you in a more lazier manner than you, who is so close to speed stomping and leaving him behind.

"are we ther- hey! wait up!"

scratch that last thought, you're going to have a pleasant trip to the grocery store and you're going to leave him behind if that's what it takes to have peace of mind.

(fortunately for him, you didn't. your dislike for attention proves to be something he could use to his advantage, seeing how you crumbled under the feeling of many eyes turned towards you two when he whined and cried in the middle of the sidewalk, making a scene in broad daylight, taking his wrist in your grip, and dragging him along to your destination, making him match your speedy pace. he'll definitely keep this in mind for future use.)

the office was quiet, and you were alone in the room—switching between writing and reading a bunch of papers piled up near where you're sitting. despite having gone through just a few pieces of paper, the weight on your shoulders and back has gotten rather heavy, like you didn't stretch your limbs beforehand after waking up from your 5-hour rest. the silence was odd, to say the least, not that it wasn't unwelcome; it just made you curious about what your co-workers were up to, which made you not present in the office today. maybe yosano is out shopping, maybe kunikida and dazai were out chasing down criminals, and whatnot? maybe atsushi is helping out to solve a case with... him. the oh so great detective, fucking ranpo.

as much as he preached about how great he is and how everyone else in the detective agency respects and admires him, you were quite indifferent towards him in general. you aren't sure what everyone sees in him or what makes him so interesting that he's able to get this much attention—in other words, he's just plain boring in your eyes. actually, scratch that; he's more than boring; he's an absolute brat. he's whiny, always munching on his snacks so loudly, refusing to do work or cases sometimes, and acting like his super deduction is an ability. what's even worse is that he seems so determined to bother you constantly, every chance he gets. rarely are you left alone and left to breathe from the overwhelming detective—even if you are given a moment of peace, he'd come running back acting like an even bigger headache for you.

"(nameeeeeee)!" filling up the room with his shout, he pushed open the door with such force that it banged so loudly that the noise echoed to the other side. you could feel his attention on your back as silence once again filled the room. in the most coincidental (and worst) timing, the headache you were talking shit in your head comes into the office—a dreadful pit building up in your stomach as you mentally pray in your head for whatever ranpo is going to put you through this time. you could hear the skip in his footsteps. every step you take, more sweat starts rolling down your cheeks as you close your eyes and imagine a life without ranpo, without the suffocation of love and attention he gives you, without the anxious thoughts of being followed on your way home (you have major suspicions that it's ranpo but have nothing solid to prove it's him), without him blackmailing you into compliance, without-

dragging you out of your inner thoughts, the headache makes impactful contact with your back. "did you miss me? because i really missed you!" he says in a cheerful tone, wrapping his arms around your shoulders in a tight grip and rubbing his cheeks against yours like someone would greet their lover when they miss them so much (he's doing it on purpose to make you uncomfortable, you think). to further prove your point, he smashes his lips against your cheek, not once, not twice, but multiple times in the same and adjacent areas of your cheek. if this had happened to you several months ago, the simple act of him trying to wrap his arms around your shoulders would make you go away from him as fast and as far as possible—even more so if he tried to kiss you, your water bills would skyrocket through the roof for how much time you would spend in the bathroom trying to scrub away the kiss on your cheek.

"no i didn't, actually" having gotten used to his (non-consensual) affection towards you, his actions do not faze you; on the outside, that is, there still remains that pit of disgust you used to have all those months ago. those urges to swat his body away from yours to give yourself some space are still there, yet you do nothing to act on any of them. you simply decide to indulge in whatever antics he has up his sleeves this time for the next few hours of your day—not that you had a choice, anyway.

(several times you've expressed discomfort at the physical touches he gives you during work hours, and several times you've expressed discomfort at the physical touches he gives you during work hours, and several times he intentionally ignores it for his own benefit. the one time he went overboard was when he made himself comfortable on your lap, handed you several sweet snacks you assumed he got from his secret stash, and forced you to hand-feed him until he was satisfied. to say this stunt of his hindered your productivity would be an understatement. you were way behind your planned schedule by the time you finished hand-feeding him all the sweet snacks.

just as you were about to ask him to get off, he suddenly grabbed your wrist, saying something about "there's still some crumbs left!" which confused the fuck out of you until you felt the wet sensation of a tongue licking your fingers. the horrors expressed on your face seemed to further encourage the amused ranpo, as he started sucking on your fingers too! neither of you two brought up that incident again, though you're glad he hasn't done this again; you aren't sure how well you were going to handle the next one.)

"i guess you could say smart men are my type," you say rather subconsciously without any thought or care of your co-workers' reaction to your answer, instead putting all your focus on your computer screen and continuing to type away as you hear several gasps and 'no way's from your left side.

"(name), are you.. sure smart men are your type?" there was hesitation in their voice, disbelief even—like they didn't believe you the first time. "uhh.. yeah? i didn't really give much thought, but intelligence is hot, i guess," you said once again, answering in the same manner you did the first time. you weren't sure what they were trying to get out of this conversation, but if you had to guess, most likely they're attempting to set you up on a blind date. "..alright, if you say so.." they say, ultimately ending the conversation and switching topics to avoid making the awkwardness linger in the atmosphere.

(little did you and your co-workers know, the great detective was listening in on the whole conversation. hearing every word that came out of your mouth, to say he stumbled upon your little talk on accident would be a lie—he doesn't go to such lengths without a reason. to say he's surprised by your type of men like your co-workers were would be another lie, but he's quite puzzled. if smart men are your type, why do you always seem to give the expression that you're disgusted by him? no matter, as a detective, it's his job to uncover every bit of mystery and solve for all the missing pieces.)

stepping out of the building, bidding farewell to your co-workers, and parting ways as you walk to your house, taking extra caution by putting your keys between your fingers in case you were to be stalked by someone, especially a certain someone you've been trying to avoid all day long...

"(naaameeeee)!!" and speak of the devil; he shows up to come and ruin your day just when you're about to go home—how fun. you let out a tired sigh and turned around to see ranpo running towards you at full speed. the sight set off alarm bells in your head, so on impulse, you tried to get out of his way and hoped he ran too fast that he ended up hitting a light pole straight in the face. yet it seems this day of yours wouldn't be so lucky, because suddenly he grabs your shirt, pulls you a little lower to his height, and then kisses you on the lips.

your eyes widen in shock, momentarily stunned for a second, before you feel your instincts kick in and roughly push him away.

"ranpo, what the fuc-!?"

suddenly you feel an unexpected impact hitting your chest, emitting a surprising noise from your mouth, making you cut off mid-sentence. ranpo buries his face underneath your chin, rubbing against your skin with his cheek like it's a pillow—opening your mouth. you tried to protest once more against him, but nothing came out. the sudden feeling of a pair of arms wrap around your torso and your arms holding you in a tight grip, sending the message that he doesn't want to let you go. after what felt like eternity to you, he looks up and shows you the poutiest expression you've ever seen him make.

"no! i'm not going anywhere, and neither are you! we're stuck together now; i'll make sure of it!"

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[theaethernetconnection]

Okay hi I have more takes about the new Percy Jackson show from my earlier post so here they areee:

- the wheelchair representation with the one camper who was really good at bow was super cool!

- the camp is a neurodivergent community and I love it

- I hate Luke but props to him for drinking the respect women juice bc at least he recognizes how good of warrior both annabeth and Clarice are

- chiron is perfectly played as his character has an aire of authority but also kindness, but I like that we get to see his emotional/tense/unfair side too

- the costuming for this show must've been so easy lmaooo

- but the SETS omg especially the cabins?? Banger

- the SOUNDTRACK??? esp that song when percy's godly parent is revealed is so good

- my one criticism is that I think Dionysus should serve more cunt, and Gabe should be meaner/ abusive..? I like the direction the show went with Sally being the focus and like she's so badass but if they're gonna include the Medusa scene from the end of the book I just feel like the abuse part of this is missing ykwim? And that was really satisfying to see Sally able to liberate herself and get out of that toxic relationship in the book

- anyway Dionysus trying to get Percy to get him liquor was so funny bc like can you imagine Percy as his son and also props to him trying

- the characters feel so appropriately middle school and not in the way that audience members cringe at them but they are properly young (as they should be it really makes the point). But like they're so endearing too and the flossing??? Like BAHHAHA Percy please it was a great touch (also the gecko/iguana/lizard thing was so cuteeee)

- I know this is far ahead but I can't wait for the actors to age with the series like it's gonna be so sweet and it'll actually match the books ahhh

[fanta2y]

Nervous Pt.2

eeee this definitely took longer than an hour but i got side tracked yall :((( but this is part two from the nervous ima link part one here incase you haven't read it yet ! honestly it could be read stand alone!!

cw: none, slightly suggestive

word count: 2.5k

nervous pt.1

It had been a couple of days since the “Kugisaki bedroom event”, as you had been calling it. You, of course, told her all about it. And had to bribe her with days of holding all her shopping bags and sparring with her for her to not tease you both relentlessly for it. 

You didn’t want to break the very precarious thread of hope that had formed between you and Fushiguro. He had been less, silent? Not in the real sense where he spoke more, in the sense that he seemed to float closer to you than normal. 

If you both found yourself in the same room, he would hover next to you. Not saying anything, or even acknowledging your presence in any meaningful way. Just leaning on the kitchen counter, a book opened in his hands as his eyes darted across the pages, as you cooked some lunch. 

Or whenever you would find yourself outside, sitting under one of the many trees that lived along the Jujustu High campus. Basking in the shade and the slight breeze, his presence would never be all to far away. Whether he would be training with one of the second years in the field infront of you, or if he was so bold, would find himself sitting next to you. 

Far enough to ensure your thighs didn’t graze together, or your fingers didnt brush against eachother. But the warmth that emanated from his body made you smile nonetheless. 

In some instances it seemed as if he was doing it unintentionally, as if his subconscious was trying to speak the words he was too scared to say aloud. 

You were content to float in this weird inbetween he had created. Scared to push your luck and go back to the cold shoulder he was giving you before this. You were able to steal subtle glances, or pull him by his hand to class or to training. 

He allowed you to be closer than you could’ve ever dreamed not 2 weeks ago. So, you stopped yourself from getting too greedy, from pushing for more, for seeking out more of his calming presence and his grounding touch. 

This all came to a head though when you both found yourselves stuck, trapped together in a small room on a mission with all the first years. Itadori and Kugisaki had rushed all too suspiciously to go check out another area of the building you guys had be tasked to investigate. 

Leaving you and Fushiguro, relatively, alone. 

You wondered the halls, guards up, checking for any signs of cursed spirits wondering around. Usually they would come jumping out, both of your cursed energy’s enough to draw them out. But they seemed relatively quiet, not so much as a blip on either of you guys radars. 

But there was a small spike coming from a closed door. It had both of you stopping, and turning to where the spike in energy was coming from. 

“We should probably-”

“Yeah.” He muttered, stepping infront of you to reach his hand out and open the door. It opened pretty easily, a low squeaking noise echoing out along the empty walls. The place was abandoned, left to rot after the reports of people going missing around the area. It hadn’t been touched for years, and you could easily tell. 

He kept you, almost protectively, behind him. Scanning the empty room, his eyes flickering from wall to wall, trying to spot what had caused the spike in the first place. Both of you stepped in the room, it was relatively small. Too big to be considered a closet of any sort, but too small to be a room that held much of anything inside of it. 

There were abandoned tables, a couple cardboard boxes rotting away on loosely secured shelves that dotted the walls. Many of which had already fallen before any of you had gotten there. The contents left scattered around on the floor, collecting dust as the days ticked away. 

“Come out, come out wherever you areee…” You sung out to the seemingly empty room playfully. You heard Fushiguro scoff infront of you, and you giggled, rolling your eyes at him from behind. 

“Try and take this a little seriously.” He turned around to face you, his voice was serious. But you had spent an embarrassingly long time studying Fushiguro from a far. Noticing the way he interacted and bantered with Kugisaki and Itadori. You noticed the inflection in his voice, and recognized the glint in his eyes. 

He was teasing you. 

The thought sent your heart fluttering away in your chest, usually your playful remarks directed at him, or even just said in his presence. Went woefully unacknowledged, not garnering any sort of reaction from him. 

This was brand new territory. And in the split second you had, you decided you were going to milk it for all its worth. 

“Oh Fushiguro I assure you, I am taking this VERY seriously.” You swore, dramatically placing your hand over your heart. Straightening your spine, rolling your shoulders back. Even going so far as too salute him. A faux face of seriousness adorning your features. 

It was a moment of silence, which felt like it dragged on forever. Fear that you might’ve pushed your luck just a little bit too far hung in the air. Before Fushiguro hunched over in laughter, his giggles bouncing off the empty walls. 

You stood stunned for a few seconds, having not heard him laugh since the Incident. The sound brought heat to your cheeks, and made the butterflies erupt in your stomach. 

Before long you joined him in his laughter, it took both of you a couple of minutes before you could calm down enough to reign yourselves back in. Wiping the tears that had accumulated under your eyes, you both just looked at eachother. 

A soft smile on each of your faces, a simple moment of serenity. A moment that was cut unfortunately short due to the loud bang of the slamming door behind you. It made you jump, startled by the loud and sudden noise. 

A familiar voice echoed from behind the door. 

“You both aren’t leaving this room until a confession is made!” 

Heat bursted on your cheeks as you rushed to the door, “Kugisaki I swear if you don’t open this door Im not going shopping with you for weeks!” 

You furiously shake the door, pulling and tugging the handle. But despite the door looking like it was nearly falling apart all on its own, it refused to budge. You groaned as she giggled away behind the door, placing your forehead on the rotting wood. 

“Kugisaki please.” You said softly, hoping Fushiguro was still far enough away to not hear you. 

“Nope!” She popped the ‘p’, teasing you. You groaned again, resorting to banging your head against the door. 

There was no way in hell you were confessing, the bedroom incident was enough. You didn’t even know if he meant what you had meant in the way you had meant when you said that. If you thought about it too hard it made your head hurt. So you didn’t. You simply basked in the small moments you had with him. 

You had convinced yourself you didn’t need a confession, you didn’t need to be anything official with Fushiguro. You were content to just bask in the budding friendship. 

Even though in reality, you clearly were not okay with it. The longing glances, the mournful sighs. Kugisaki having to listen to you complain about how much you wish things were different. 

“Me and Itadori will be back in 1 hour, if there’s no new developments then you guys better get ready to spend the night.” 

You could see the smug smile on her face, Itadori had been unusually quiet but he probably was off waiting for her outside. 

You turned around, sliding your back against the door. You didn’t even want to look at Fushiguro, the embarrassment had crawled up your stomach and sat in your throat. Making words hard to muster. 

He was going to reject you, that much was clear. You had pined after him for what felt like years, hoping that at some point he would just spare you a glance. And now that he was finally not avoiding you like you were diseased. It would all crumble down with this rejection. 

It would make things unbearably awkward between the two of you, and you would never be able to go back to sitting in silence with him under the trees. Or secretly making him a portion of your lunch and eating together in the common space. 

So engrossed in your spiral, you hadn’t noticed Fushiguro approaching your pitiful figure. He slid down next to you, sitting the closest his probably ever sat to you. 

You felt his side pressed up against yours. It made things better and worse all at the same time. 

“We could just say we did it, but we didn’t.” He whispered, he leaned in close. His lips almost grazing your earlobe, it made you shiver involuntarily. A wet giggle escaped you, leave it to Fushiguro to always find a way out. 

You felt stupid for wanting to cry, you felt like you were mourning what was and what could’ve been in such an unexpected moment. A part of you always knew it was going to come to this, that your feelings would peak at some point and you would have to confess. The love would just simply have no other place to go but out. 

But you thought you had time, atleast before this had to happen. Before the friendship you had spent so many painstaking hours building and being patient, harboring more selfcontrol that you ever had before in your life. 

All for it to come crashing down because of your stupid friends. 

“Would dating me really be so bad?” The question was whispered, his voice soft and vulnerable. The most you’ve ever heard from it. It made your wallowing come to a screeching halt, ripping you from your spiral. 

He had moved further from you, his head wasn’t practically on your shoulder anymore. But your shoulders still bumped together with every twitch. You looked up from where your head was buried in your knees. 

His eyes were stubbornly locked forward, you studied the side of his face. You could almost feel the insecurity rolling off of him as the question hung in the air. 

“Why would you think that?” You whispered back, scared to break the mood created. Not wanting to scare him off from this sudden vulnerability. Wanting to pry more and more information out of him. 

“The thought of confessing seems to make you rather upset.” He said matter of factly, attempting to keep any trace of emotion that could give him away out of his voice. You felt shocked at his sudden boldness, never having seen this side of him before. 

“Thats not why I’m upset.” Your voice was soft, the tears from earlier making your words wet. The fear slowly crept back up, you felt the lump forming all over again in your throat. Rejection loomed over, the coldness that ran down your spine akin to the feeling when confronting cursed spirits. 

You didn’t want this to end. Not when you had gotten so close. 

“I’m scared.” 

You weren’t even sure if he had heard you from how quietly you uttered the words. You had never crossed this line with him, always keeping it to simple pleasantries or comfortable silences. Confessing your biggest fear to your biggest fear was something you never thought you would have to do. 

In an abandoned warehouse no less. 

“Scared this will ruin everything.” Tumbled out of your lips next, and suddenly now that you gotten started you couldn’t find it within yourself to stop. The words just kept rushing out like word vomit. 

“You know, its okay that you don’t like me back, and its okay that this will make things weird and awkward between us and we will have to go back to how thin-” 

“Who said I didn’t like you back?” His questions cut off your nervous ramblings, making your brain short circuit to catch up with what you just heard. 

You looked at him with wide eyes, confused by the implications of that statement. 

“What do you mean?” You tilted your head to the side slightly, a habit of yours from childhood you never did break. You watched as he huffed a small smile, shaking his head at you. 

“I like you too, dumbass.” 

He knocked his forehead into yours, a teasing smile on his lips as you sat there buffering. Your mind and heart running a million miles a minute as you processed his words. 

“What?” You words were floaty, much like how you felt. It really didn’t make sense, this moment didn’t feel real. Truly you were dreaming and you were going to wake up any moment. 

Your foreheads rested against eachother, your breaths intermingling. And he waited, ever so patiently, for your brain to catch up with reality. 

He hummed under his breath as he just admired you, the nerves he felt around you mere minutes ago faded away with the weight of the confession off of his shoulders. It felt freeing to get how he felt off his chest, especially with the security that he knew you felt the same way. 

“You like me back?” You said under your breath, trying to convince yourself this was real. He hummed an affirmative note, his vocals dripping with affectionate amusement. He say the glimmer return into your eyes and that was the only warning he got before your lips were on his. 

He was frozen for a second as your lips danced on his, but after a moment he melted into the kiss. 

Switching your positions to where you were sat, straddling his lap. Your arms hung loosely around his neck as his hands sat, almost stiffly, on your waist. You only willed yourself to pull apart when your need for air overwhelmed you. 

His eyes darted from yours to your lips, leaning in for another kiss before the door was flung open and you both fell backwards. A loud shreek escaping from your lips. 

You heard a cheer and saw a flash of a camera. Your cheeks blazing red as you hide your face in Fushiguro’s neck, groaning into his skin.

“Alright guys, enough enough.” He said, moving you both to sit up off the floor. 

“Finally! I was getting tired listening to her complain all the time-” 

“Kugisaki say any more and I’ll kill you.” You muttered, your face still hidden from the embarrassment in his shoulder. She laughed, holding her hands up in a defensive position. 

“Whatever. You so owe me for this.” She cackled, Itadori giving Fushiguro a clap on the shoulder before they walked away. Fushiguro pushing you up on your feet, his hands still snaked around your waist. 

“Your friends are the worst.” You groaned, and he chuckled. 

“Our friends.” He corrected, beginning to lead you towards the exit of the building. 

Eventually, his hands found their way into his pockets, and you both walked rather slowly side by side. Your shoulders bumped into each other as you walked, a comfortable silence settling over the two of you. A smile never leaves either of your faces.

a tag for my beloved mutual mwah <3 @ssaeth

authors note: i hope you guys enjoyeddd i really liked the way this one turned out !! hopefully im going to be able to write a lot more over the summer!! thank you guys always for all the love, and likes and reblogs are always appreciated <3

[sillyweirdkid]

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[phnxstudies]

21/01/2024

it is nearly 3am lol......really wanted to give up on these industrial chem notes but i thought well shitty notes are better than zero notes so here we areee

also it's my best friend's birthday, say happy birthday to ari in the comments/tags ♡

[zer0brainc3lls]

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