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when the keigo ones are dropped please tag me I’m begging on my knees I need to see this

—works in progress + my fav line from them.

KEIGO

crawling into your window past 10 has become a good habit of his.

you aren’t any better; you’re eyes remain halfway open and you play the role of someone who’s had too much of him, when in reality, you know you’ll always be there to make sure he gets that world he yawns for, even it’s one constructed of legos.

for no reason now, morning just might be his favorite time of the day.

the door flicks open to reveal you standing outside. you startle a bit, evident in the way you quickly retract your hand from knocking once more you’re pretty in all your morning glory he thinks. just how long do you plan on standing there?

JASON TODD

when you have nowhere else to go, jason never hesitates to pull you too close.

The ringtone of his phone is what does it, particularly that tone that he’s been hearing a lot recently but never thought would be the reason he would be awaken from his sleep.

you let jason walk in and he follows.

he can see it all the moment he closes the door behind him. from the way you slightly look around to ensure perfection, to how nervous you seem from letting him into your space for the first time, to him, nothing goes unnoticed.

in which you two frolic in the snow together at a questionable hour.

jason parks on the side of the road to your wanted destination, a smile playing on his lips when you get out the car and make a run for it, the heat of your hand still hot against his own.

there’s a lot you can tell when things shift—especially when they have everything to do with jason.

his recent absence and distantness could maybe be explained as normal, that is, if only the two of you were just friends. maybe it could be sold to you if he didn’t tangle his fingers in your hair every time he kissed you and if he didn’t seem to linger a bit too long in the hold of your embrace.

jason comforttt!! this one don’t have a synopsis.

the thought of getting home and taking a nice bath is the only thing that gets you through the day. on your way home the trees swish, the cars honk, the children chase and most evidently the sun hangs, falling low from a place in the sky that highlights the outline of your apartment building.

KENTO NANAMI

he really should go home, be out of your hair by this hour but the warmth of the moment outweighs the ticking clock and being by your side a bit longer won’t hurt. it never has.

nanami who tumbles with you a little bit on your way in, catching you in the hold of his arms right as you’re about to fall and pulls you closer than you ever are into his space. you take a little longer to pull back all while he asks if you’re okay. you hum in response, straightening yourself and hope that, in the dimly light space of you’re entryway, he doesn’t see the slight red to your cheeks.

the fact of the matter being he’s your and your his.

when the first snow of the year falls, nanami isn't looking up into the quiet sprinkling sky. instead, shielded under the door awning of the coffee shop, the blondes eyes are trained on the person he sees across the street, their arms happily looped around two others in the display of twinkling snowflakes. ever since you left his hold, nothing has allowed him to forget you.

rains got you wet but nanami can help dry you— or not. it’s his choice.

“—actually, I don’t want to hear anything from someone who can’t even dry themselves properly.” his tone is serious but it’s betrayed by the way he uses his hands. the soft manner that he scrunches pieces of your hair in whispers ‘you’re precious to me’.

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Plushia spending quality time with Nihil 😊

Hi everyone, I just realized I didn’t remove the Dsmp part of my writing in my bio and stuff. Just so everyone knows I’m not going to write for them. I feel like every 6 months there’s something else coming out about them, so even if I’m not writing about the streamers, I still don’t feel comfortable with it.

When I tell you that when I found out about all of this I went through every one of my sketchbooks and ripped out all of my sketches of him and threw them in the bonfire with my family. I stand with and support the victims. Also I encourage everyone who sees this to remove his songs from their playlists.

Just in case it needed to be said, fuck Wilbur Soot. Support victims.

It’s a character Christmas! Hour 1: Book!Percy Jackson

A/n: just wanna say that this was posted at 6:00. Love you all and happy holidays!!! Have fun!

You wake up in Percy’s cabin to a warm cup of hot chocolate and your boyfriend sitting outside on his deck which you can see through the sliding glass door in your shared bedroom. It was snowing at camp half blood and the lake was frozen over completely. Looks like you were going to have yourself a white Christmas. You get up and make your way outside to Percy and sit down next to him on the cold deck

“morning,” you mumble as he wraps his coat around you and gives you a small peck on the cheek. “Hi, seastar. Merry Christmas.” He says back “I have some gifts under our tree in the living room whenever you’re ready.” “Let’s just stay out here for a few minutes more,” you say, breathing in the cold winter air that feels slightly sharp in your lungs. Once you finally make it inside Percy sits you down on the couch with him and hands you a small present with blue wrapping paper and a sparkly blue bow

You carefully take the bow and paper off and find a small wooden box. “A box?” You ask. “To hold this,” he says as he hands you a tiny present that has a delicate shell necklace with a small blue trident pendant on it. He gives you a big goofy smile and asks “do ya like it?” And you nod your head and hug him tight. Once you two unwrap all your presents the rest of the day was spent cuddling on the couch with come blue food watching all your favorite Christmas movies.

JtKCU (Jeff the Killer Cinematic Universe)